On the other side of Elbaf, the tunnel was dark and deep, with only sparse torches flickering with faint light, barely illuminating the area where the giants were imprisoned.
The security here was tight, with patrolling soldiers stationed every three steps and sentries every five, constantly surveying the area, clearly wary of anyone intending to approach.
At this moment, Ginny and Shiliew moved like shadows, blending into the darkness without a sound.
Shiliew silently followed behind Ginny, the gleam of his blade flashing a cold light in the night, his killing intent hidden in his eyes, but his expression calm as usual.
In comparison, Ginny seemed more nimble, her footsteps as silent as a ghost, her fingers moving nimbly in the air, signaling the direction of advance to Shiliew.
"This is where the giants are being held," Ginny said softly, her voice containing a hint of suppressed excitement.
Her eyes flashed with determination, knowing that rescuing the giants would have a huge impact on the entire battle situation.
"Huff..."
She took a deep breath, her eyes like a leopard in the night, full of killing intent, cold and sharp.
Shiliew nodded slightly, revealing a faint sneer. His sword was slightly unsheathed, the blade appearing even sharper in the night, as if it could tear the air with a little force.
"I didn't expect the World Government to be so cruel, even the giants can't withstand the torture here," he said with a sarcastic coldness.
Ginny didn't say much, but quickly waved forward, signaling Shiliew to follow, her eyes locked on the high walls where the giants were imprisoned.
The patrolling soldiers around them still hadn't noticed their approach, everyone was immersed in the noise and tension of the main battlefield, so that the defense here seemed solid, but at a critical moment, there was a fatal negligence.
Taking advantage of the moment when the patrolling soldiers turned to leave, Ginny crept along the wall to an iron gate.
She skillfully took out a slender metal wire from her pocket, gently inserted it into the lock, and her wrist rotated slightly, the slender wire turning nimbly inside the lock, making a slight "click" sound.
The lock opened in response.
"Let's move, there's not much time," Ginny said in a low voice, pushing open the heavy iron door, a damp breath rushed towards them, accompanied by faint panting.
The imprisoned giants were locked in narrow cells, they sat silently and desperately in the corners, their eyes, which had not seen the light for a long time, had lost hope.
Ginny walked into the cell, looking at the imprisoned giant figures in front of her, her voice low but powerful: "Your wait is over. Today, we are here to take you out."
Her tone was full of determination, rekindling a glimmer of light in the eyes of the giants.
Shiliew stood at the door, coldly scanning the movements outside, the cold light of his blade flashing, ready to meet any enemies that might come.
"Move quickly, the enemy may discover this place at any time," Shiliew reminded in a low voice, his eyes flashing with intense fighting spirit.
The giants slowly stood up, their huge bodies shaking the ground, their faces filled with the excitement and determination of newfound freedom, clenching their fists, as if years of repression were finally about to be released.
Ginny quickly guided them out of the cell, her movements neat and swift.
"Follow me closely."
Ginny gave a soft shout, leading the giants to evacuate in a safe direction.
Footsteps and clamor came from behind, the patrolling soldiers had discovered their actions, their shouts filled with urgent panic.
"Damn, they found us."
Ginny glanced back, her brow furrowed slightly, her eyes with a hint of coldness.
She knew that they had to act quickly, otherwise enemy reinforcements would arrive soon.
Shiliew's lips curled into a slight sneer, he snorted disdainfully: "These small fries, still want to stop us?"
Before he finished speaking, he disappeared in place in an instant, and the next second he appeared in front of the soldiers, a flash of sword light, blood splattered, and those soldiers who tried to stop him fell in an instant, staining the ground red.
Shiliew's eyes were cold and ruthless, as if it were a harvest, quickly clearing the obstructing enemies.
Taking advantage of Shiliew clearing the path ahead, Ginny led the giants to escape outwards, accelerating.
Looking at the soldiers who fell one after another because of Shiliew, the giants were shocked, and their eyes showed a trace of awe, they knew that these people were not only allies who came to save them, but also strong enough to shake this battlefield.
After successfully breaking away from the detention area, Ginny looked back at the gradually receding prison, relieved, and then firmly said: "The power of you giants should not be imprisoned here, but should be used to fight against the real enemy."
"From today onwards, the freedom you have gained will find meaning on the battlefield."
Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a low metallic friction sound suddenly came from ahead, and a group of Pacifistas appeared on the giants' escape route.
These huge machine warriors were neatly arranged, their eyes flashing with red light, like a cold and indestructible wall of steel.
The Pacifistas' mechanical faces were expressionless, but from their heavy footsteps and waving laser arms, a silent pressure emanated.
"They're really persistent," Shiliew grinned, his eyes flashing with excitement.
He drew out his sharp sword from his waist, the blade shimmering with a chilling light in the night, trembling slightly, as if sensing its master's fighting spirit.
"Yo, what a lively place." Shiliew licked his lips, his eyes crazy, the hand holding the knife exerted a little force, the veins on his arm bulged.
He took a light step and disappeared in place in an instant.
Accompanied by the sound of air breaking, he rushed directly into the Pacifista's array, the blade dancing, each strike accurately cutting open the metal armor, bright sparks and metal fragments splashing in the air, setting off his face full of the pleasure of battle.
"Follow up!" Ginny urged the giants in a low voice, her eyes resolute.
Taking advantage of Shiliew attracting the Pacifistas' attention, she led the wounded giants to quickly detour to another path, passing through this dark place, advancing rapidly.
The giants in front were scarred and staggered, but under Ginny's urging and encouragement, they still gritted their teeth and persevered.
She looked back at Shiliew in battle from time to time, her heart both worried and trusting.
She knew that Shiliew's state at this time was like a sharp blade, cutting through the enemy's obstruction with full force.
"Really, a bunch of tin cans, do you really think you can stop me?"
Shiliew dodged and turned in the metal crowd, unbelievably agile.
His blade brought up a sharp light that broke through the air, each strike full of precision and power, cutting the Pacifistas blocking him into wreckage, the burning flames illuminating his cold face.
The giants heard the roar behind them, and their hearts were faintly excited, as if they saw the hope that Shiliew brought them.
They supported each other, running forward with difficulty and speed, not daring to look back, only focusing on the escape route in front of them.
But Shiliew was not in a hurry, a flash of sword light, instantly cutting off the core of a Pacifista, and sneered: "You think you are killing machines, and I am the best at dealing with you cold guys."
His eyes were full of killing intent, his movements were precise and ruthless, as if every knife was enjoying this violent slaughter.
Just as Shiliew defeated the last Pacifista, he stood in a burning ruin, took a deep breath, and his fighting spirit gradually subsided.
He turned around and quickly caught up with Ginny and the giants' escape direction.
Ginny turned her head and saw Shiliew walking over unscathed, nodded slightly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Next, let's evacuate quickly, reinforcements from this area may arrive at any time." Ginny reminded softly, her eyes showing a firm light.
Shiliew snorted disdainfully, then stood beside Ginny to guard, his eyes still vigilantly scanning the surroundings, the blade flashing uncertainly.
The giants continued to move forward under their guidance, although they were scarred, they had a long-lost strength and confidence in their hearts at this moment.
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