At this moment, after laughing on the playing field, it became quiet again.

People seemed to realize something from this solemn atmosphere. There was no sense of joy after the game. Instead, the field was almost as cold as death.

There is a smell of impending rain in the air.

Upon seeing this, Fang Piao took a step back and prepared for a fight.

He is no longer naive and naturally knows that what Luo Lin said before may be true. Regardless of victory or defeat, the other party will not let him go easily.

The ground shook slightly.

The crowd looked back and realized that two giant constructs had appeared on the street.

They are two stories high, standing on the ground with crab-like four legs, and a huge gear plate provides the mobility of the upper half of the platform.

Rows of pipes were dripping with water and emitting cooled white steam outwards, causing the huge machine to roar slowly into the square.

There was some commotion.

There is a hemispherical armor plate above the giant structure, densely covered with shooting holes, and muskets protrude from it, aiming neatly in the direction of the square.

It was Corin-Ithurian's war machine, a giant flexible structure - the Iron Curtain, eight meters high, weighing seventy-seven tons, and carrying a crew of nineteen people.

It requires three skilled combat craftsmen to control it at the same time to ensure that it can move.

When Falaise saw this scene, he stopped what he was doing and turned back to look at Count Ronnier, as if waiting for an explanation.

John Ronnier, however, motioned for him to continue and replied calmly: "Mr. President, you can continue. I'm just taking precautions to prevent problems in the future."

Falaise glanced at him without comment.

He faced the audience in the square and then said: "Dear friends who have come from afar, at this point in the competition, I think you may already have the answer in your mind as to who is the winner of today's competition."

"But unfortunately, in today's kingdom, people seem to have forgotten the original intention of its establishment. They have also forgotten the tolerance of Corin-Ithurion and the justice in our hearts."

"Here, today, we can't even send a champion to fight for our glory. Instead, we have to watch him be dragged down by some inexplicable things."

"They're arresting a fine young man today for some disgusting reason."

"As you all know, it involves a very powerful person, so I won't discuss everything about it."

The crowd burst into understanding laughter. In the south, not many people would respect the prime minister.

But after laughing, there was an even more suffocating silence.

A pin drop audible silence.

Falaise paused, then looked at everyone and continued: "So, today, I will not give anyone the championship."

"It's not because our players are not good enough, it's just because Kaolin-Ishulian doesn't deserve to have this championship. Remember this moment, everyone-" He said lightly: "It will be a shame for this kingdom, and

Shame belongs to each of us."

Count Ronnier's originally calm face turned purple. He let go of his hand, and a feeling of rage and panic swept through his body.

This damn dwarf is dragging him into the water. The Continental League is a continent-wide competition. Every word the opponent says here today will be spread throughout the Treasure Stick Coast and St. Joan, throughout Nognis and Yi.

Stania, even Oshu and Lotao, every corner of the continent with people.

Corin-Ithurion lost a great man, and the royal family lost all dignity, but the prime minister did not care why he lost this man.

But the other party is different from him. The other party only needs to leave the things belonging to the Craftsmen's Guild and hide in Eldron. As long as the Dwarf Council does not punish him, no one can do anything about it.

Count Ronnier was shocked and angry, and the majestic anger in his heart turned into a roar: "You dare, little dwarf!?"

Falaise walked off the stage without even looking at him, and said to Fang Plover: "I can only help you so far, young man, but it's a pity that I can't give you the championship. But as long as the royal family still has face, it shouldn't embarrass you.

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Fang Yu looked at the other party flattered: "Mr. Falaise, the royal family will ask you to hand over your position as president."

"I didn't care about this at first. All I care about in my life is alchemy. If you want to be grateful to me, just remember this sentence."

Fang Yu was greatly moved by these words. This was the first time he saw such a pure yearning for alchemy from the other party.

That was the same as what Anloser taught him, and they reached the same destination through different paths.

But he was moved nonetheless, and Fang Piao didn't really want to go back to Grande. He still had a lot of things to do.

He nodded: "I will remember your words, Mr. Falaise."

Falaise nodded lightly.

Count Ronil, who was ignored, was furious at this moment. He just pointed in the direction of Fang Plover and shouted: "Catch him!"

He had already messed up the matter. If he could not catch Fang Plover, he could almost foresee his miserable future. Under his order, the guards began to drive away the crowd, and the two giant structures also creaked towards him.

Turn in that direction.

Seeing this scene, Tian Lan shook Luo Yu's arm in despair and exclaimed: "It's over, it's over, they're here!"

But suddenly, she saw a light.

It was at this time that Su Changfeng issued an order on the communication channel at the same time: "Execute the plan."

A voice of reply, a noise with magical interference, was coming from the channels of each group.

Finally, it was summed up in his ears.

Then, the audience in the live broadcast room saw a free show.

A group of soldiers is separating the crowd.

This was one of the first teams to rush to the edge of the arena. Then the soldiers saw a young man wearing a black trench coat blocking them.

One of the opponent's hands was pulling out a short staff from behind.

The captain of the team reacted quickly, raised his crossbow and aimed at the opponent.

But it's still a little late.

The young man in a black trench coat held a short staff in one hand and lightly pushed forward with the other:

"Detect weapons."

"Detect hostility."

"Force field - rebuke!"

A huge force struck, and the captain flew out together with the crossbow in his hand. As for the crossbow arrow, it was no longer known where it hit.

More than a dozen soldiers fell out almost at the same time and were accurately distinguished from the audience. The ordinary people next to them were almost unscathed and only looked at this scene in shock.

The young man raised his hand, and the fallen soldiers danced into the air together. He made precise gestures up and down:

"Detection Crystal."

"Magic cut off."

"Get down here!"

There was a rush of thoughts, and all the magic furnaces on the soldiers were untied and fell to the ground like rain.

The young man didn't even look, he just threw a ball of fire and turned it into ashes.

Then he casually threw these guards down. After losing the magic furnace, the opponent also lost their power.

The other side of the field.

The soldiers met a smiling female swordsman.

Bai Jia pressed down the weapons in Sophie and Qian's hands and said to them: "My Princess, you are from Silver Vislan, and this place has nothing to do with you."

"Besides, to deal with these people, does Sister Bai Jia still need you to take action?"

"Just watch it."

After saying that, she held the sword in one hand and put it in her coat pocket with the other. She turned around and looked at the soldiers with a smile.

Bai Jia tilted his head and said with a smile: "Why are you hesitating? Let's go together."

But the soldiers had already recognized her identity, and their voices stammered: "Sword, sword witch..."

They bit the bullet, raised their crossbows and shot.

But the long sword in Bai Jia's hand seemed to have a spirit. As soon as the crossbow arrow came within four feet of her body, there was a flash of silver light and it split into two.

She moved forward, leaving only a trail of broken arrows behind her.

"Raise your spear!"

The captain shouted angrily.

A sea of ​​halberds drowned the female swordsman.

But just a moment later, these soldiers staggered to the ground, and each of them had a hole of the same depth and size on the magic furnace, with magic sparks coming out.

Bai Jia stood among the soldiers, sheathed his sword, and gently smoothed his hair.

The same scene is happening everywhere in the square.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded. They had long heard that the military was extremely powerful and could use its single force to determine the situation in the turbid realm, blocking several armies from advancing even an inch.

But hearing about it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.
To be continued...