The moment the smoke suddenly rose, Yiwen Ian had already lifted up his cloak, took out the piercing protective scroll from his pocket and unfolded it.
Amid the howling sound of the short spear cutting the air, Yiwen Ian reached out and pushed the wolf maid: "Aofeta, go and tell Abel--"
However, halfway through his words, he slapped his head and changed his mind, "Forget it, I'll do it."
He took out the pages of the messaging book, Yiwen Ian whispered a few words, and let the paper plane fly out.
"Jazz... is this..." Erite was also shocked by the sudden change. Then he looked at Yiwen Ian's actions and was a little confused. However, he still suppressed the curiosity in his heart. After Yiwen Ian finished everything, he asked.
"Sorry, Mr. Hogan..." Ivan Ian turned his head to look at him, however-
"Master Hogan, be careful!" The little maid who had been following Arret and had always had awkward presence, finally had a chance to show off.
A bright white light flashed from Flanriel's hand, and the long sword that was swung by the master and blocked the slashing was completed in an instant.
"Magic Sword!" The tall attacker obviously recognized the weapon in Flanriel's hand, but it was too late.
It was like cutting into butter, the alchemy warhammer made of stainless steel was cut in half in an instant.
But even so, the huge strange power was transmitted to the girl sword master through the war hammer. He groaned heavily, and the girl had already pushed several steps.
He retreated to Farret before he staggered and stopped.
"...Who?!" Arret's face was only then, a hint of horror flashed across his face. The rostrum was too messy, and there were aristocrats screaming everywhere. He didn't even notice the slogan of the Sword of Revenge.
"Your Second Uncle!" The warhammer, who looked like a fierce tribe, roared and had waved the warhammer again and smashed it hard at Erite.
However, at this moment, the warhammer heard only a sound in his ears-
"Extremely effective siege hammer!"
The next moment, an inexplicable huge force had already hit him hard!
The war hammer blocked in front of him was distorted at the first time. The handle of the steel hammer was compressed to the extreme like a slingshot, and then suddenly broke!
The broken hammer handle swept across the giant man's face. The giant man suddenly let out a scream, and a huge wound with a deep bone-visible bone was plowed out on his face!
"Bang!" With a gunshot, the giant man's howl stopped abruptly. His head was only left with his jaw. His tongue, which was fixed to the depths of his throat, was still rising up in vain, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.
Erite's face lit up, and he subconsciously touched it, but there was a blood clot with no structure, faintly white.
"..." Her face was a little pale. Arret took a step back and turned his head to look at Yiwen Ian behind her, but found that at some point, the smoke like white mist had become thicker. The smoke was not pungent, it was a little fragrant, but it was very thick, and I couldn't see my five fingers when I reached out.
A hand stretched out from the void, then slapped his shoulder, and then suddenly became enlightened-
The field of vision within ten meters became clear as usual, but it became blurred after more than twenty meters, and only some shadows could be seen vaguely.
"Is this..." He looked at his hands, and the moment he lifted up, he saw it very clearly, but after he stopped, the outline of his hands began to blur.
"The five senses are common, or the same sense." Yiwen Ian's face was looming in Arret's eyes, which was very wonderful. "The reason why you can see things now is mainly auditory imaging supplemented by spells. In short, you can now 'see with your ears'."
Erie nodded, then continued to ask, "What is this?"
"Are you talking about people? Or cigarettes?" Yiwen Ian asked back.
“All.”
"The attacker is the sword of revenge, the resistance organization of Nanling, and the smoke is the dragon smoke." Yiwen Ian answered simply, but the answer was almost the same as if he hadn't answered.
"No, I mean, this was all in your plan before? Sir Evin Ian?"
Ivan Ian looked up and glanced at Arret: "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Hogan."
"..." Erite looked at Yiwen Ian with a meaningful look, "Don't worry, I don't plan to stop you, but was Master Arut entangled by the great master? He hasn't released his spell for so long that he swept away the annoying smoke."
"If it could be dispelled so easily, the Dragon Smoke would not have become the ghost of the 21st War period." Yiwen Ian explained a little, "This is not an ordinary mischief, but a magic smoke. Ordinary spells can only blow away the fragrance and cannot affect this visual obstacle - and I suggest you not try."
Seeing Arret lifting his arm, as if he wanted to use a wind creation technique, Yiwen Ian immediately stopped him, "The aroma itself can cover the enemy's sense of smell, and blowing the aroma will increase our disadvantages."
Arret glanced at Yiwen Ian deeply, shrugged, turned around, walked over and helped Bernard, who was still lying on the ground and moaning.
Flanriel glanced at Ivan Ian, then bent down deeply: "Thank you!"
Then he turned around and followed Arret.
"Thank you..." Yiwen Ian chewed the words and smiled bitterly, it seemed that the little maid had not seen it clearly.
When an invitation was sent to Arret and he had begun to step onto this battlefield, he had no intention of letting the royal agent leave here smoothly.
When the wolf smoke blocked his eyes and howling, Azibert and dozens of other nobles who had been staying in their seats were shocked. In addition to the rostrum as the main body, the seat of the viewing platform had a tiny height, so with Azibert's vision, the massacre was easily seen.
God knows that he is just a nobleman who does not practice martial arts. Except for strange places like ** or the north, most nobles will not specifically learn magic or swordsmanship, because learning these two things is originally intended to make a name for themselves. Why do people like them who have already made a name for themselves need to learn this thing?
So in the face of this sudden situation, Azibert, who is good at playing conspiracies, suddenly panicked. What he stood up at this time was that he never looked down on, and often satirized the "porcupine head" Duke Juen in private.
"Don't panic! Bring everything around you that can be used as weapons! Back! Leave the coverage of wolf smoke!"
Zhu En shouted loudly. The order he issued was very simple, but someone instructed him to subconsciously find the backbone.
The noble who practiced martial arts casually turned over anything that could serve as a weapon, and the little noble who knew a little magic also raised his hand, intending to use a wind-making technique to block it while the smoke did not come up.
However, this behavior was immediately stopped by Zhu En: "Idiot! Don't you want to live?! The wind blows the wolf smoke and rolls! This thing is magic smoke, feeding on magic power. If you blow it over, it will only make the smoke spread faster!"
After all the explanations were clear, he turned his head and looked at Syndra not far away: "Captain Syndra, have you seen Dak and the others?"
Like Azibert, Syndra was so scared that her face was pale, but he was a little better than Azibert. After all, he was promoted by the City Captain. The strength of high-level swordsmanship was considered good among the group of people at this time - although like Dark Gill, he had not experienced actual combat for almost ten years.
Hearing Zhu En's shouting, he subconsciously replied: "No."
However, at this moment, Syndra saw that after throwing all the spears on his body on the rostrum, the feathered wind knights urged their wings and circled for several times, and suddenly rushed towards the back of the observation platform.
"Ahhh!" With a scream, some nobles had already climbed over the fence and jumped down to the ground. However, this place was even taller than the rostrum, more than twenty meters high, and there was no problem with breaking his arm and leg.
So after the first nobleman who tried to jump off the platform and escaped, the others lay on the railing pale and looked at it. No one was thinking about this.
Then, at this moment, the gun fired.
"Confirm that six entities are known to be threatened, the machine enters air combat mode, scan is completed, locked, tactical mode, annihilation, and the battle begins-"
"Bang!" The loud gun sounded through the world, and immediately after the first sound, the roar of "Tears of Regret" instantly connected.
The two Wind Knights who were selected as the first target of attack were shot down almost instantly. Their bodies seemed to crash into an invisible giant wall, and then their chests, heads, torso, arms, and lower bodies. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen blood holes had exploded on the corpse and burst into corpses all over the sky.
"Avoid!" The feather man, who seemed to be attacking the captain, shouted in panic. His body, which had been rushing down, immediately turned to cross-cutting and rushed up around the horizontal tangent of the attack of hc-xiii.
But that's useless at all.
The sound of the shell bomb falling to the ground was connected into one piece. Remove the two magazines that were instantly empty. HC-xiii completed the bullet with one hand within a few seconds, and spread both hands, like a cross.
The silver and black color, the combination of double guns - the symphony of the Tears of God's Regret, was played again.
No one avoided the bullets of hc-xiii in the sky where there was nowhere to leverage.
Even the natural Sky Knight, the Feather Clan cannot do it.
After shooting down two people in succession, the cross-stretched arms immediately crossed in front of them to aim at the new target, pouring out the dozen remaining bullets in the magazine-
This time, three feather tribes were torn into the sky by the shooting of hc-xiii.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,"
The last feather clan knight, the captain of the feather clan Qing knight, finally rushed to the vicinity of hc-xiii and waved the long sword in his hand.
The right pistol landed, and hc-xiii's right hand reached toward his waist.
A sword light flashed, and the corpse falling from the sky was chopped into two halves, sprinkling blood for seven feet.
"Annihilation, complete."
The long sword returns to the sheath. (To be continued.)