Steel Steam and Flame

　　 The remaining people were forced to the side of the elevator, their eyes fixed on the dark red long sword. The trivial sound of "chichi" came to everyone's ears, and wisps of steam floated vertically. The man looked at the few people left in front of him with a smile, and expressed his admiration for their survival.

The scope of the sword just now covered almost half of the elevator, and there were only a few dead spots. None of the people who can stand to warn him at the moment have survived by luck.

"Pneumatic weapons?" Frangli said, there was a mockery inside. The empire's control of this weapon is stricter than that of dragon surgery. Except for the large amount of money to buy in the black market, only some extremely powerful forces and regular troops can see this kind of thing.

Knowing that the party in the Black Fort was organized by the Imperial Mineral Company and the Three Primary Colors Group, the enemy still dared not hesitate to attack here. And the number of aerial bombs called is also the number that is impossible to see in ordinary times. Supplemented with the weapon in the man in front of him now, and the outfit he has seen before, Franti has a rough idea of ​​the enemy's identity in his heart, and he only needs to confirm one more step to get the final answer.

"Yes, pneumatics, weapons!" The man said halfway through, and the smile on his face disappeared. He held the hilt in both hands and squatted down halfway, facing the remaining people in front of him in a horizontal cut.

The pale red phantom swept toward their chests, and Frangli, Delya and others squatted or jumped, their bodies completely shrunk into a ball, avoiding the fatal attack. The steel plate of the elevator behind them was scratched by the long sword, like cutting through the flowing water, without any obstruction, and could not even slow down the speed of the long sword, and a big crack appeared.

Seeing a few people avoiding, the man immediately retracted his sword and once again slashed towards Francis in front of him.

Frangli's leaping body quickly unfolded in the air. He slammed his feet on the elevator behind him, evading the man's slash for a short time, and slammed with his fists.

The man shook his body lightly to one side, and Frangli's attack failed and hit the elevator steel plate behind him. While the man swung another sword at the same time, Péricone, who had just landed in the air, had time to buffer off the huge power of his body. He had no spare power to avoid this sword. The man was cut diagonally from his chest with a sword, and his body was separated and died. Here.

At the same time, there were two loud bangs from behind the man, and Frangli's fist punched the steel plate into two depressions, leaving two obvious fist marks on it.

The dark red sword shadow once again followed the man's turn and slid out a semicircle in the elevator, and then shook his head towards Frangli.

"clang!"

The extremely faint sword shadow solidified on the side of Frangli's head in the next moment. At the same time, the man's face instantly showed a look of shock, and his cross pupils shrank slightly at this time.

The long sword stopped in mid-air, and it was firmly blocked by Frangli's palm. An unpleasant smell of burnt flesh and blood immediately filled the air. There was a scorched sword mark on Frangli's palm, and a line of white hand bones could be seen in the depth. The high temperature carried by the pneumatic weapon burned the flesh and blood in his hand, and the tissue next to him was completely necrotic under the passing high temperature in a short time.

Frangli took advantage of the man's momentary surprise, and already slammed a punch on his chest. The man's back vest was protruding, and the ribs on his chest were all broken. Some bones pierced his skin and the clothing of his dress, and exposed from his back, stained with blood.

The man took a step backwards weakly, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, and then fell on the blood-stained floor.

The pneumatic sword fell straight into the elevator, piercing a hole in the floor, leaving only the hilt.

Frangli's face was ugly. It was not easy to block the sword just now. His hand was twitching lightly. The pain caused by this sword was not only the slash, but also the burning of the high temperature. He took a step forward and picked up the pneumatic sword with a grim expression. The elevator just slowed down at this moment and reached the bottom. Only Delya and the other man were all leaning close to the corner of the lift, looking at Franti tightly all over. Sheila, on the other hand, seemed to have nothing to do. Her skirt was stained with bright red blood, and her delicate high heels were stained with blood. She kept her face cold, and stood behind Frangli, but her eyes were full of vigor.

The protective door slowly opened, and Frangli didn't even look at the dead Péricone. The pain in his hands was still there, and he was very angry, and kicked the dead man's body.

The corpse flew out from the half-opened protective door, and fell to the ground as hardly as everyone expected. There was a person standing not far from the elevator, who reached out his hand to catch the man's warm body from behind and placed it firmly on the ground.

It was a gray-headed old man, with blood on the snow-white evening dress, a bright red. The old man's face is very energetic, and the smile on his face is still so amiable, standing there like a big mountain, with the power of piercing the sky. When the protective door was completely opened, the sense of oppression came suddenly, like a wave slapped on Frangli and his party.

"I understand that there will be a problem, but the other people just don't believe me. It's really a thing that doesn't make sense to them." The old man shook his head and exclaimed, "Did you say that? Master Francis."

"Sure enough, it is your holy palace." Frangli raised the pneumatic sword in his hand and squeezed this sentence out of his clenched teeth.

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Cassia shook the moist mud off her body, and then took off the gentle tablecloth wrapped around her body. He and Linna jumped into the big pit that the huge steam power impacted in an instant, and avoided the bombing of the aerial bombs falling from above. With the cushioning protection of the tablecloth, they were not harmed by the high-temperature steam~www.ltnovel.com~ stayed in the steam for less than ten seconds, even though Cassia and Linna were still wrapped in a thick tablecloth, But the water vapor still wet their clothes, and incidentally destroyed all the makeup on their faces.

After rubbing her face with the moist tablecloth a few times, Cassia wiped off the various colors of makeup that had been mixed on her face. When he found Linna on the other side based on his body's induction intensity, she was doing the same thing.

"It was an unexpected attack that disrupted all our plans." Linna threw away the used tablecloth and smiled bitterly. "I hope Sheila can survive the bombing above." She also felt in her heart. There is no confidence. Since the tribe was wiped out and they became slaves, there has been almost no chance of meeting between the two. Linna didn't know what Sheila was like now.

"Don't worry, Sheila has always been by Frangli's side. You have to believe that Frangli will not die so easily." Cassia looked at the large square below the ground that had restored calm. The upper black fort is now in ruins, but the building just below the black fort is still intact except for the damage taken by the steam pipe, and there is no problem caused by the bombing from above. The place. I have to admire the proficiency and accomplishments of Imperial Mineral Resources Company in construction.

"Let's go, get down first." Cassia said to Linna, "then go to the elevator. Frangli was very close to the stage at the time. They wanted to avoid the bombing of the aerial bomb, got into the elevator, and then turned under the ground. Here is the best choice.” (To be continued.) 8