In the Falcons camp, Ronos' brows were twisted.

The doubts in his heart seemed to be becoming a reality.

"The Enigma people fought with them," he said in a deep voice, "but they didn't tell us this."

"They..." Someone said: "Is it possible... maybe I didn't see these at all..."

The first round of confrontation surprised the fighting craftsmen on the empire.

But the war will not end with the shock of one side, nor will it declare victory just because one side is at a disadvantage. Their goal is to achieve the established tactical purpose. If one method fails, then another method will be changed.

A desperate battle must be until one side falls completely or loses courage completely.

However, after a short moment of confrontation, the craftsmen of the Empire realized that the clockwork demons could not break through the defense line. They recalled them one after another and then took off a batch of air combat-type components.

Hunter IV type, a flying wing structure, is also the most important air combat structure for the imperialists to enter war in this era. Since the reconnaissance cannot work, then tear the opponent's minions head-on, or at least delay the full attention of the Dragon Alchemist.

Let their real main force arrive at a position where they can attack the Qihai Traveler.

He stared at the scene from a high point through the sight of the clockwork fairy.

Fang Yu chuckled slightly, tilted his finger slightly, and adjusted the direction of the magic gloves.

In his mind, a sophisticated and grand formula was unfolded. Countless data flows drooped like waterfalls, numbers and symbols intersected with each other, and in his firm eyes - everything he watched from dozens of different horizons.

At this moment, it was like a pair of eyes that were opening.

They look at the world from different perspectives.

That feeling made him even feel that he was above this forest. The air rubbed through the mechanical silver appearance, the structure was in the air, every curve drawn in the forest, every target on their route.

They were all under his gaze.

He pointed his palm down and gently snapped his fingers.

Tianlan shook for a moment and felt a rumbling sound coming from her feet. She hurriedly held the side of the ship and looked down at the Qihai Traveler, which was opening the air combat deck below. The darkness in the hangar receded like a tide, revealing the air combat structure belonging to Fangzhu, with its fangs exposed below.

A row of lances.

With the assistance of the tower, they began to gently slide forward, then lowered the spear in their hands, left the track, and sprayed a bright jet of wind element behind them, killing towards the dense flying wing-type component in front.

It's like a knight rushing towards the enemy formation.

Move forward.

Alisa stood up from the side of the ship, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

She saw three teams following the dark cover approaching the direction of the Seven Seas Traveler, most of whom were wearing gray cloaks, watching their actions as most of them were vocations like the Ranger and Nightingale.

She stretched out her hand and pulled out the gun, pulled the hammer and fired several shots in that direction. The firelight burst into flames and knocked several people down from the tree. Although the shadow dancer didn't know how to use this, it doesn't mean she couldn't use it.

The ranged attack's hits continue to use agility or dexterity attributes, as well as the control of four pairs of limbs, and the Nightingale at her level is not worth a joke.

The other party couldn't help but stop and looked up in this direction, and probably did not expect the attack here to be accurate and fierce.

But Miss Nightingale knew very well that those shots were nothing, but she just took advantage of it. She pulled out the pair of fang-like daggers with her backhand, held them in her hand, then jumped and turned into a ray of black smoke and flew out of the ship.

The summoners of the Empire were shocked to see this scene: "Shadow Dancer!"

They were not surprised by this profession, the shadow dancer was just the most ordinary one of the Nightingale's advancements, and it was not worth being surprised.

They were surprised by how a shadow dancer dared to come to fight head-on? In the traditional impression, professions like Nightingale are not good at head-on combat.

But Alissa came just right - the Seven Seas Traveler hangs high on the top of a giant tree, between two towering ancient trees, and the rangers and nightingales of the Empire were quickly climbing up the nearby trunks, trying to get close to the Seven Seas Traveler there.

The smoke and dust that Alisa turned into fell gently on a branch, and then she flew towards the nearest imperial ranger. The ranger was climbing up along a pine and cypress. Seeing this scene, she had to bite her teeth and fight with a sword.

He drew his sword and attacked the dagger handed out from the black fog and pulled out a long fire mark. The next moment, Alisa put her finger on his wrist. The ranger was shocked and wanted to draw the sword, but Miss Nightingale had already raised her other hand and used her finger to touch his eyelids.

"ah!"

The Ranger shouted in pain, raised his head in pain, and tears flowed for a moment.

He couldn't help but wave his sword hard to try to drive away Alisa, but Miss Nightingale hooked his neck with one hand and walked around his back like a light fog, covering the Ranger's mouth with his palm upwards, and another dagger appeared from the black fog, piercing the Ranger's back with a sword from behind.

The Ranger looked down at Xueliang's blade piercing out from his chest with tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to make some sound, but only made a series of vague noises.

Alisa let go of him and threw him out of the air.

The Ranger's body turned into a scattered white spots of light in the air, like fireflies flying in the night sky.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. For a moment, the alarm was made in their hearts. This environment was so suitable for shadow dancers to play. There was almost no room for left and right on the branches, but shadow dancers could easily dodge with their own abilities.

No wonder the other party took the initiative to attack.

Moreover, the cruelty that Miss Nightingale showed in a brief fight also made everyone feel cold. No one at their level had experienced hundreds or thousands of battles, but the more sophisticated he was, the more he understood how difficult it was to fight an opponent of the same level.

What's more, it's at the opponent's home court.

"Shadow dancer, we have shadow dancer," someone shouted, "Let the shadow dancer stop her!"

But someone immediately refused, and they had already captured a ray of inspiration from Miss Nightingale's actions: "No, let the shadow dancer bypass her, let's hold her!"

"Let the shadow dancer bring the teleportation coordinates to the ship!"

Everyone immediately realized that this was indeed the best way. Fighting life and death is not a duel between swords and guns. There is no fairness here, and winning is the only purpose.

They have the advantage of the number of people, and as long as they can teleport people to the ship, the battle will be half won.

Alisa obviously reacted, and immediately turned into a smoke and walked around here. However, the imperial party's summoner would not give her this opportunity. Several rangers immediately stopped her. Although they were not opponents at all when they fought, the few people almost immediately fell from the tree with screams.

But this also slowed down the former.

Several shadows bypassed both sides like smoke and climbed upwards in the direction where the Qihai Traveler was. Miss Nightingale looked back at that direction and gritted her teeth hatefully.

If the Qihai Brigade was full, it would never be like this. The box and her two men would be enough to stop all of these people.

Several black smoke quickly climbed onto the side of the Shipman Shipman, and one jumped into the air combat deck under the main deck of the Shipman Shipman Shipman, and then turned into human form together. Several imperial shadow dancers showed unexpected expressions on their faces.

They didn't expect it to be so smooth. They couldn't help but look at each other, and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. It seemed that the Dragon Alchemist was just like this.

But soon, they couldn't laugh.

A horizontal slash came to the sword edge from the darkness, reflected in the man's astonished expression. Before he could even react, the sword blade had already cut into his chest. As everyone was watching, the man screamed and fell out.

Rolling like two broken scarecrows, rolling out of the cabin, the blood of the broken limbs sprinkled in the sky, turning into a scattered white rain of light.

The sword blade was collected.

The two hands held the hilt of the sword up and down, and raised the blade high above his head. Miss Catman showed her sharp teeth and was looking at each of them. Under her cold eyes, the sword blade emitting a cold light was directed towards everyone, like a flickering cold fangs.

Under his fangs, a thrilling wildness was revealed.

"She has only one person!"

The shadow dancers immediately turned into black smoke and flew away from each other.

But Dalier smiled coldly, rotated the blade, stepped back, and slashed the backhand. The human figure that appeared in that direction immediately retreated in a state of scattered spirit. But Miss Catman did not stop, and the turning blade pulled out a bright light from bottom to top.

With a scream, one arm flew out with a blood arrow in the other direction.

She turned left, dodging the dagger handed out of the darkness like a dance move, and turned around, the cold light in her eyes was like a flashing faint light. With a stretch of her claw, the man screamed and covered his bloody face and retreated.

Dalier swung his fist, and the wooden board on the bulkhead on the side curled up as if it was coming alive, and hit the cheek of the shadow dancer who was surrounding him in the other direction. The man fell down without saying a word.

"Plastic wood--"

Miss Paladin's cold voice fell: "Taking."

She turned the sword in her hand and pointed at those people: "The forest - fighting side by side with me, and my sword is like a narrow shadow passing through the forest. When winter comes, everything witheres, and the sword blade is cold and silent - why, should you take a step forward?"

The shadow dancers looked at each other for a moment.

But there are also people who are active in their minds and turn around and rush upwards. Their goal is not to defeat everyone above them, but to put down the coordinate points. Two fists cannot defeat four hands. As long as the large army comes, it is fine.

It was only when they stepped on the gangway in three or two steps that they found that there was a person guarding that place.

A lady wearing a maid's knee-length dress, with her hands down, and a Katyusha hair accessories on her head, was looking down at them from a high point.

...

Tianlan listened nervously to the sound of fighting coming from under the deck.

She was not worried that Dalier and Xiesta could not deal with those people. First of all, Tianlan had absolute confidence in the maid. When no one on the boat could catch her, Xiesta could only find out her like a cat and a mouse as soon as she took action.

Over time, she felt a little psychologically shady when she saw Xie Sita.

The Catman Miss also seemed to be quite powerful. She is a junior of the Big Catman. Although she is a saintly elected person, she has to admit it personally. She probably won't have much lower combat power.

She actually knew how powerful the Big Cat Man was. In addition to the regiment commander, the maid and the other people on the ship could not beat him even if they joined forces. Therefore, when the Big Cat Man was still there, he would guide everyone in battle from time to time and act as the position of air force captain.

However, after the imperial party's convener found that the air combat deck could not be captured for a long time, he would inevitably find a way to change the direction of the attack. Before leaving the deck, Alisa gave her a responsibility, that is, to be optimistic about the main deck.

But how do she think well of her?

Tianlan thought to herself that she was just a poor logistics manager. What, you talk about the ability of the poet? But she is less than 20, God!

She looked at the situation outside with great nervousness, holding her seven-stringed zither tightly with her hands, as if she was holding a large plush toy, and even her toes were tightly grasping her toes - she thought to herself that Sister Alisa must stop these people!

Never miss anyone—and even if there is, they would better find Miss Xiesta and Miss Dalier.

All in all, don't notice her.

But the poet believes in the God of Luck.
To be continued...