The remaining people were forced to one side of the elevator, and their eyes were staring at the dark red sword. The "hissing" sound came into everyone's ears at this time, and wisps of steam floated vertically. The man looked at the remaining people in front of him with a smile, expressing his praise for their survival.

The scope of the sword just now covered almost half of the elevator, and there were only a few blind spots. Those who could still stand to warn him at this moment did not survive by luck.

"Are you pneumatic weapons?" Franli said, with a scent of mockery. The empire's control of this weapon is more stringent than that of dragon surgery. Apart from relying on a lot of money to buy in the black market, only some extremely powerful and regular troops can see this kind of thing.

Even though he knew that the party in Black Fort was held by the Empire Mining Company and the Three Original Color Group, the enemy still dared to attack here without hesitation. Moreover, the number of bombs called was also an unrestrained number that could not be seen in ordinary times. Coupled with the weapons in front of the man now and the outfit he seemed to have seen on him, Franli had already roughly positioned the enemy's identity in his heart. He only needed to confirm it again to get the final answer.

"Yes, pneumatic,, weapon!" The man said halfway through his words, and the smile on his face disappeared. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, squatted down halfway, and slashed the remaining people in front of him.

The light red phantom swept towards their chests. Franli, Delya and others either squatted down or jumped up, their bodies completely shrank into a ball, avoiding the fatal attack. The steel plate of the elevator behind them was scratched by the long sword, as if they had cut through the running water, without any obstacles, and they could not even slow down the speed of the long sword, and a big crack appeared.

Seeing that several people avoided, the man immediately withdrew his sword and slashed at Franli in front of him again.

Franli's jumping body quickly stretched out in the air. He thrust his feet hard on the elevator behind him, avoiding the man's slash on the short way, and punched him with his fists.

The man's body shook lightly to the side, and Franli's attack failed and hit the lift steel plate behind him. The man swung another sword at the same time. Pericon, who had just landed in the air, had time to buffer the huge power on his body. Without avoiding the remaining power of this sword, the man cut it diagonally from his chest with a sword, separated and died here.

At the same time, two loud "bang bang" sounds came from behind the man, and Franli's fist made two dents of the steel plate, leaving two obvious fist marks on it.

The dark red sword shadow followed the man's turn and slid out a semicircular shape in the elevator, then slashed towards Franli's head.

"clang!"

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

The long sword stopped in mid-air, and it was steadily blocked by Francis' palms. The air immediately smelled of unpleasant blood and burnt smell. There was a charred sword mark on Francis' palms, and a snow-white hand bone could be seen at depth. The high temperature on the pneumatic weapon burned the flesh and blood on his hand to burn, and the tissue next to him also completely necrotic under the high temperature transmitted in a short period of time.

Franli took advantage of the man's surprise for a moment and punched him hard. The man's vest was raised, all the ribs on his chest were broken, and some bones pierced his skin and the material of his dress, exposed from his back, covered in blood.

The man was powerless to take a step back, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, and then he fell on the blood-stained floor.

The pneumatic long sword landed straight into the lift, piercing a hole in the floor, leaving only the hilt of the sword out.

Franli looked ugly. It was not easy to block the sword just now. His hand was twitching gently. The pain caused by this sword was not only slashing, but also the burning of the body by the high temperature. He stepped forward and picked up the pneumatic sword with a ferocious face. The elevator slowed down at this time and reached the bottom. The only remaining Delya and another man were leaning tightly in the corner of the elevator, looking at Franli with all his body tense. Sila seemed to have nothing to happen. Her skirt was stained with bright red blood, and the delicate high heels were covered with blood stains. She was standing behind Franli with her face coldly, but her eyes were full of vitality.

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

The body flew out from the middle of the half-open protective door and fell heavily to the ground as everyone expected. Not far from the elevator was there, and he reached out to catch the man's warm body from behind and placed it firmly on the ground.

It was a gray-haired old man, with blood stained on his snow-white evening dress and a bright and dazzling red color. The old man's face was very energetic, and the smile on his face was still so kind and friendly. He stood there like a winding mountain, with the mighty force of piercing the sky. When the protective door was completely opened, a thunder came, like a wave hitting Franli and his group.

"I just understood that there would be problems, but the other few people just didn't believe me. It was really something that couldn't be explained to them." The old man shook his head and sighed, "Did you say so? Master Franli."

"It's indeed your Holy Emperor Hall." Franli lifted the pneumatic sword in his hand and squeezed out this sentence from his clenched teeth.

Cassia shook off the wet mud on her body and then took off the gentle tablecloth wrapped around her. He and Lina jumped into the pit that was hit by the huge power of steam in an instant, avoiding the bombing of the bombs falling from it. With the buffer protection of the tablecloth, they were not damaged by the high-temperature steam. They stayed in the steam for less than ten seconds. Even though Cassia and Lina were still wrapped in a thick tablecloth, the water vapor still wet their clothes and destroyed all the makeup on their faces.

After wiping her face a few times with the wet tablecloth, Cassia wiped off the cosmetics of various colors that had been mixed on her face. When he found Lina on the other side according to the induction intensity on his body, she was doing the same thing.

"It was an unexpected attack that disrupted all our plans." Lina threw away the used tablecloth and smiled bitterly, "I hope Sila can survive the bombing above." She had no confidence in her heart. Since the tribe was destroyed and they became slaves, there was almost no chance of meeting between the two. Lina was not sure about what Sila was in the state and appearance of now.

"Don't worry, Sila has always been by Franli's side. You must believe that Franli won't die so easily." Cassia looked at the large square that had recovered from peace under the ground. The black castle above has now become a ruin, but the building below the black castle is still intact except for the damage caused by the steam pipes, and there is no problem with the impact of bombing above. I have to admire the Imperial Mining Company's mastery and attainment in construction.
Chapter completed!