Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 769 Is the situation critical?

Although the situation was urgent and no time could be lost, Nevi knew clearly that if she didn't deal with the silver mad dogs that were chasing her relentlessly, even if she could escape temporarily, it would not mean true safety. In the face of their keen sense of smell and morbid persistence, it would be useless even if she escaped to the ends of the earth, let alone in this international metropolis that was the headquarters of the united cult.

The blood-red arc of light cut through the night, tearing through the sound of the wind, and attacked in front of them in an instant, but the female sniper lying on the roof of the car did not panic at all. She calmly opened the cooling valve of the magic furnace on her waist to cool the temperature rise caused by the high-intensity compression of the core metal magic power, preparing for the next launch. At the same time, another figure jumped onto the roof from the car. He was also wearing the silver-white uniform of the Balance of Order. He was not tall, but inexplicably gave people a sense of security. He lifted a tower-shaped heavy shield with one hand, and stood in front of his teammates like a city wall, and then pressed the start button on the shield handle.

Along with the low hum of the magic furnace, the surface of the magic device, which looked like a shield but was scientifically called a "shield-type field generator", suddenly lit up with dark blue magic circuits. Hexagonal crystal walls quickly extended in all directions with the shield as the center. In less than half a breath, a translucent crystal wall protective shield was formed, covering the magic armored vehicle and the people on the vehicle. The next moment, several blood-red arcs of light cut through the night, whistling from all directions, but they were disintegrated the moment they hit the crystal wall protective shield, turning into inch-by-inch burning blood and fire, which burned to the extreme and merged into the deep darkness like a tide, and extinguished dimly.

"Wow!"

Sally pressed the ranging button on the sight assist plug-in to correct the error caused by the last shot, and praised with a smile: "Captain, you came just in time. I knew you would protect me."

"Stop talking nonsense."

A cold voice came from inside the car, and then Michel, who was already fully armed, climbed onto the roof, holding the magic sword that he always carried with him - the Magic King. He glanced coldly at Sally, who still had the energy to joke, and turned to Wade Locke and said, "I'll deal with the vampire. Captain, you stay here to cover Sally."

"Are you okay?" Although Michelle has always been a strong attacker in the team, the enemy they have to deal with this time is not ordinary, so Wade can't help but ask one more question: "The enemy is very strong. It's a bit risky for you to go alone."

"No problem, Captain."

The scenes seen by the naked eye were stretched into blurred afterimages. Michelle gripped the hilt of the Magic King's sword with both hands, adjusting her body's balance skillfully. Then, with the force of falling, she turned into a sharp silver light and rushed straight towards the Countess. The edge of the magic sword drew a dim and almost invisible track in the night, but it was extremely dazzling in the eyes of the Countess, as if even the space was cut in half.

You too, right?

It would be fine if he was facing other monsters, but he actually dared to take the initiative to attack the silver-eyed countess?
She sneered, and took out the crystal dagger from her sleeve without any hurry, and directly cut open the wrist of her right hand. The enchanting blood immediately gushed out, like a poppy blooming in the dark night. The scarlet blood wrapped around the countess's hands, forming a pair of bloody claws with a crystal texture, as beautiful as a work of art, but hidden danger.

Besides, I’m afraid you’re not strong enough to kill me once, right?
"What!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and jumped directly from the high-speed magic armored vehicle, falling towards the street with an unstoppable posture. At the moment he was about to land, the anti-joint jumping plug-in that was activated in advance began to take effect, and an anti-joint skeleton with a spring structure and similar to insect limbs popped out directly from the back of the foot armor. After contacting the hard cobblestone street, the spring component suddenly contracted to the extreme, and then quickly rebounded in the next second. The strong reaction force pushed Michel's body up to four or five meters in the air.

Michel carried the Magic King on his shoulders. In the infinitely long street scene, the whistling night wind blew his long black hair, revealing his sinister yet fanatical eyes. He stared at the most powerful enemy he had encountered since joining the Balance of Order, and a cruel smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Don't you know me well enough? The stronger the enemy, the more excited I am!"

"Wow?" Facing this fierce attack, the Countess narrowed her eyes slightly, causing the edge of the magic sword to shrink into a tiny point of light in her eyes: "Are the silver mad dogs so arrogant now?"

The edge of the magic sword was right in front of him, and he could even smell the disgusting smell of steel in his nose. The young man wielding the magic sword had a fanatical expression on his face, and his sinister eyes reflected the white but fragile neck of the Countess, as if he was eager to cut it open the next moment and let the sword in his hand drink the enemy's blood. There were rumors that the blood clan was an immortal race, and every time they died, they would be resurrected on a full moon night, but Michelle, who had killed many blood clans, knew that it was just a ridiculous rumor. Blood clans were also living things, and they would die as long as their necks were cut and their blood was drained.

The sword slashed the air, giving people a sense of frustration as if they had cut cotton. Michel only felt a flash before his eyes, and the enemy's figure disappeared from his sight. With it came a chill behind him. He instantly realized that this vampire was different from the vampires he had fought before. Her speed was so fast that it was frightening. He heard the sound of the wind being torn apart, like a broken bagpipe, sharp and piercing. In a place that could not be seen by the naked eye, but the crazy beating of nerves in the brain warned him, the blood-red claws were attacking his heart. Just like vampires would die if their necks were cut, humans would also die if their hearts were pierced, right?

His eyes clearly revealed this meaning, and Nevile smiled silently: Doesn't he know that some vampires are truly immortal, such as the Silver-Eyed Countess.

The wisest thing to do at this time is to activate the shield generation plug-in installed on the magic furnace and use it to block this fatal attack, but this means that he will fall into a passive situation. The vampires can fly, which is a great advantage. Michel can only rely on the anti-joint jump plug-in to close the distance. Once the offensive and defensive situation is reversed, it is undoubtedly impossible to get close enough to threaten the enemy like now.

Michel made the choice without hesitation. He tilted his body slightly at the most critical moment, so that the enemy's claws tore through the armor on the surface of his body and pierced his flesh, but missed the heart, the most fatal part, by a hair's breadth. The intense pain surged up like a tide, and the young man opened his eyes wide and looked up, his long black hair fluttering in the wind like a flag. He was usually teased by his teammates for having the temperament of a down-and-out artist, but at this moment he was like a fearless berserker. Regardless of the fact that half of his body had been completely stained with blood, he slashed the countess's shoulder with a backhanded sword, and the sword tore through the tuxedo and the flesh. Just when he wanted to make a final effort, the blade was grasped by the countess's other claw and could no longer move forward.

"You remind me of an old friend who also liked to adopt this kind of fighting method of exchanging injuries for injuries." The voice of the Countess sounded like a ghost at a close distance: "But he is dead." A pair of black bat wings suddenly opened behind him, and the ends outlined the arc of a crescent moon. A bright full moon slowly rose in the middle of the bat wings, and the silvery white moonlight poured down, indiscriminately smearing a layer of cold frost on the streets, street lights, walls, and even the two vehicles chasing each other. Michel, who was attacked at close range, looked pale, and felt that the moonlight was drilling into his body along the wounds torn by the enemy, gradually freezing his flesh and bone marrow. He gritted his teeth, suddenly exerted force to take the magic sword back from the Countess's claws, and then raised his hands above his head and slashed it hard.

Is this exchanging life for injury?

Even crazier than Neo.

The Countess raised her eyebrows, but she didn't take it seriously. As a demigod, her physical quality was more than one level stronger than the silver mad dog in front of her, and her self-healing ability was also very fast. It was not unacceptable for her to be injured again. However, if she had not consumed too much power in the secret study room before, she would not have adopted such a battle strategy. She would have directly released the blood magic with the greatest power and blasted these silver mad dogs and their magic armored vehicles into debris.

When the countess was about to give the human who was obviously a little too excited the final blow, she suddenly had a premonition of danger in her mind. At the same time, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye that the armor plates on both sides of the magic armored vehicle that was chasing her suddenly opened slowly, and two rapid-fire magic machine guns poked their heads out from inside, stretched out their steel brackets and clicked into place, then adjusted their positions and aimed the six silver-white gun barrels here. The black muzzles seemed to reflect a cold light.

Even though she had the body of a demigod, Nevile didn't want to experience the feeling of being shot into a sieve by magic bullets, so she gave up the pursuit without hesitation, grabbed Michel's sword with her claws, and threw him towards the magic armored vehicle. The latter flew backwards like a rag doll, and blood rained down from his wound in the air. Inside the armored vehicle, Aegir, who had already pressed his finger on the start button, hesitated for a moment. If he activated the magic machine gun at this time, he would accidentally injure his teammates...

"Aegir, fire!"

Michelle shouted in mid-air, and at the same time activated the shield generation plug-in installed on the magic furnace. A layer of dark blue magic energy protection immediately spread along the magic circuit on the surface of the armor, quickly covering his entire body, providing him with enough protection to resist magic bullets. Then, in the brief moment of landing, he quickly took out a solidified blood-red injection from the interlayer of the armor, bit off the outer shell and directly injected it into the torn wound. It immediately had an immediate effect. All the blood flowing out solidified in an instant, covering the wound, looking like a piece of transparent blood-colored amber, and the surging pain from the wound was also relieved a lot.

After using up a dose of the precious "IX type solidifying blood coagulation agent", Michel threw away the syringe, kicked the anti-joint jumping device on the hard road, jumped high again, and waved the magic sword in his hand - the magic king to attack the enemy. At the same time, Aegir also activated the fire support system built into the magic armored vehicle. With the support of the powerful engine, the two six-barrel magic machine guns continuously spewed out dark blue magic bullets from the muzzles, flashing like balls of blue fire in the deep and dark night.

Seeing the enemy who had just been severely injured by her rushing forward again without hesitation, going upstream in the airtight firepower net, and looking like he was determined to keep you here at all costs, Nevill cursed in her heart as a "mad dog of the balance of order", but she couldn't ignore it, so she had to go up again, ready to put out his counterattack with a thunderous offensive. However, this time, Michelle was not fighting alone. Aegir, who was responsible for controlling the magic armored vehicle, not only held on to the enemy's carriage tightly without being thrown away, but also had the spare energy to manually adjust the coverage of the fire support system. The continuous magic machine gun that originally relied on shooting frequency and firepower density to suppress the enemy seemed to have become a precise guidance system under his adjustment. The dark blue magic bullets poured recklessly in the dark night, and every flash seemed to set off a ball of flames beside the countess. Even if it couldn't hit the enemy directly, it could at least interfere with the opponent's actions, so that she couldn't rely on the advantage of speed to suppress Michelle recklessly as before.

Captain Wade Locke, who was responsible for covering Sally's sniping, was also not idle. In addition to continuing to maintain the shield-shaped field generator, he also constantly took out magic devices such as small shock bombs, magic factor blocking bombs, and portable magic dissociation detonators from the tactical waist bag at his back waist, and constantly interfered with Nevile's actions through calm battlefield judgment and accurate throwing. Michelle, who had already changed into magic-driven armor and was properly protected by the magic energy shield, could come and go freely under the fire support of teammates as long as the magic furnace continued to operate and the magic power in the core metal was not exhausted. However, it was not so easy for Nevile, who had a physical body to hit the magic device. Even if these interferences could not pose a substantial threat to her, they still annoyed her.

When her teammates relied on tacit cooperation to suppress the enemy's biggest threat, Sally's sniping mission became much easier. She only needed to repeat the steps of calibration, shooting, and heat dissipation. This skilled female sniper can achieve an astonishing 100% hit rate even when moving at high speed. She tried to shoot the frame and shaft at first, trying to cut off the key structure of the carriage and force it to stop, just like she would give priority to sniping the enemy's leader every time she took action. However, after trying several times, she realized that this would not work, because the carriage was too strong, and even the highly compressed magic bullets could not penetrate those seemingly fragile parts, let alone damage it or even disintegrate it.

What kind of carriage is this? Could it be made of Orichalcum and Mithril metal like the magic devices we use?
Sally complained silently in her heart, then gave up the useless attempt and began to shoot at the wheels honestly, using the powerful driving force generated by the bullets to make the carriage slip and even stagger, and finally completely lose balance. Although the two white horses pulling the carriage were very smart and seemed to have the blood of the monsters, they could rely on their instinctive reaction to adjust the carriage every time it slipped and staggered, but the monsters had no intelligence after all. After losing the control of the driver, their patience and resilience were constantly decreasing. Sooner or later, they would not be able to hold on and completely collapse.

Sally was not in a hurry because she was a sniper, and the most indispensable thing for a sniper was patience.

Click——!
He pulled the trigger again, and along with the whistling sound of the magic bullet tearing through the night wind, a cluster of golden-red sparks suddenly splashed from the left front wheel of the high-speed carriage in front. Then, as if pushed by a pair of invisible giant hands, the carriage staggered towards a building on the street. Just as it was about to hit the tall wall, the two white horses pulling the carriage finally reacted, neighing in panic, stomping on the road with their four hooves, struggling to turn the direction of the carriage forward, and finally stumbling back to the avenue after knocking down a fire hydrant. The water column ejected by the broken fire hydrant rushed straight into the sky like a fountain, and the falling water flowed on the street, soaking the mud and dust, and then was successively crushed by the wheels of the carriage and the road wheels of the armored vehicle, leaving only potholes of mud and water on the street.

The water also wet the horses' manes, sticking to their foreheads and eyes, making them look like they were sweating all over. As a product of alchemy, white horses naturally don't sweat, nor do they pant like ordinary horses, but only Lorena, who created them, knows that the energy in their bodies is almost exhausted. If they continue to operate at such a high load, they will probably collapse completely before they escape from Westminster.

The situation was obvious to the naked eye. The magic bullets that hit accurately one after another seemed to hit the passengers' hearts directly. Although they knew that the bullets fired by the sniper could not penetrate the carriage, the piercing sound of the bullets hitting the wheels every time made everyone feel that they were falling towards a bottomless cliff. The road was obviously straight, and the infrastructure in Westminster was also very complete, so it was impossible for the road to age and be damaged. However, they always felt that the carriage was driving on the most tortuous and dangerous road, sometimes rushing east, and sometimes turning back west. The interior of the carriage was shaking constantly, and it was difficult for people to even stand, let alone sit steadily.

In the violent shaking of the carriage, after hitting the wall again, Alice, whose forehead was already red and swollen, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She yelled and rushed towards Lorena, hugged Princess Umisu's thigh directly, and cried, "If you keep going like this, we will be caught up, Lorena, quickly use your magic props to think of a solution!"

Although the situation was critical, everyone was speechless for a moment because of Alice's sense of humor. Lorena herself even leaned on the window frame and sighed helplessly.

Olvera translated: "Lorona said: Alas, there is nothing we can do about you."

　Give me some meow. By the way, this chapter is two-in-one. Because it is not easy to break the chapter, the update volume has not been reduced.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)