"Crack!"
The white light exploded and tore through the black shadow.
The roots, which were tangled together and almost as thick as the entire corridor, were cut directly off by this knife, freeing Asfen from the wall.
"go!"
Xia Yibing clenched "Changxia" with both hands and used her shoulder to push Hitzfeld towards the stairs.
"You go down first! Pippen follows!"
"Hitzfeld!"
Pippen knew the seriousness of the matter and immediately grabbed the girl's shoulders.
Now is not the time to talk about the difference between men and women. He remembered that the other party was not running fast, so he planned to carry her and jump down.
Hitzfeld dodged the grab.
"???"
Because of this dodge, Pippen lost his balance. He stared at the girl for half a second with a look of ten thousand questions in his eyes, and then he rolled down from the corridor.
Hitzfeld had no time for him.
She dodged because she saw the roots attacking Xia Yibing.
With the sharpness of "Chang Xia", it is not difficult to cut them. But you can imagine these things coming one after another - Xia Yibing may be able to maintain it, but she will definitely not be able to withdraw the knife.
Following her now would be tantamount to leaving her here to die. How could she do such a thing?
She wants to save her!
"you!"
Seeing that the girl not only did not move away but instead squeezed in front of her, Xia Yibing felt a surge of depression in her chest.
She was touched, but was she sure she wasn't making things more harmful?
It was already so difficult for him to chop the wood, what else could Aisuen do?
The next moment, her expression changed.
Hitzfeld was too bold—she didn’t just squeeze in, she took one more step forward, almost blocking him with her entire body.
She is crazy!
But what happened next was incomprehensible: instead of piercing through her, the surging roots caught fire just as they were about to touch her, and not a single root could touch her.
"You go first."
Hitzfeld said as best he could.
After a moment of silence, Xia Yibing didn't act pretentiously. She turned around and jumped down.
Others, including Asfen, also evacuated quickly, with Hitzfeld leaving last.
She was walking backwards.
There was no other way. She had tried it before and found that in order to achieve the blocking effect, she had to stare with her left eye. She couldn't turn her back, otherwise she would definitely die.
This is a mysterious journey.
She walked down the stairs slowly, step by step.
In the darkness above were endless rotting roots and madly burning incandescent fireballs.
When the flames exploded, they briefly illuminated the surrounding darkness. She could clearly see the thick smoke and the painful and distorted faces in the smoke.
"Hungry... so hungry..."
"kill……"
"Eat her..."
"You can't do that to her..."
"You can't...disrespect the goddess!"
The mumbling was like a crazy shadow following her, and she couldn't tell whether it came from the void or from those human faces roaring in pain.
This kind of flame is the power that only divine blood and ink possess.
Why can I use it so easily without knowing the principle and having no "sense of force" or "sense of control"?
It’s like... a “passive skill”!
Doesn't it have something to do with its own resistance?
Hitzfeld's brows jumped.
What a joke, are there really evil people who believe in God?
"You betrayed your promise..."
Hearing this whisper, she had a bad feeling.
"You betrayed your promise... You betrayed your promise!!!"
Without warning, the whisper was amplified ten thousand times, turning into a terrifying scream.
Hitzfeld lost his hearing instantly, and felt that everything was in dead silence. A huge force came from the front, and directly lifted him up.
Was this caused by injecting too many roots directly and causing the flames to explode?
Flying in the air, she watched as if enjoying a slow-motion video as the surrounding walls, stairs, and ceiling were torn apart by the explosion... All obstacles were swept away by this force, revealing the dark night sky and the terrifying giant shadow looming above.
"what--"
"what--!!!"
The giant monster went completely crazy. It bent down and continued to grow branches and roots that entangled the ground.
"Aisun!"
The spreading flames of the explosion engulfed everything. Xia Yibing couldn't even see the girl's final location. She shouted her name loudly and desperately.
"General."
At the same time, in the commander's tent of the Second Division, Frisius said helplessly.
"If you don't move, it will be very troublesome if His Majesty blames you later."
"is it?"
Sols shook his head in the darkness.
"Then...huh?"
The rising ending tone made Fresius's heart, which had finally been put at ease, rise again.
But this time he didn't need to ask the coach.
Because he himself noticed it - the light coming through the gap in the tent was so obvious, it was almost like daybreak.
Impossible, there are still more than ten hours until the end of the eternal night!
Flesius looked at Sols in horror, and the latter motioned for him to get out.
After opening the tent, Flesius squinted his eyes and saw a ball of incandescent light streaking across the sky at an extremely fast speed, flying over the town from the far northeast.
All the darkness seemed to be dispelled by it.
It was like there was an extra eye of God in the night sky.
Chapter 56: Decision
"That is...Xie Yang's miracle!"
Agent Anmi exclaimed.
Not only him, many people... including many police officers were exclaiming, because they knew too well what this thing was... It was simply the highest manifestation of the Mechanical and Sun Goddess Cult in the world - the Mechanical Sun!
"How can it be……"
Xia Yibing also stared blankly at the top of her head.
She had watched the Mechanical Sun take off many times in the capital, but never up close.
She had indeed admired this huge metal ball up close, but that was after it fell, and it was not as bright and beautiful as it was now.
A golden eyeball is embedded in the dark sky.
It is made of dark gold metal in many layers. The surface of each layer is hollowed out with countless eye outlines, and each layer can rotate independently.
Every time it turned, it would spray a large amount of steam and smoke downwards. The violent hot wind reminded Xia Yibing, Zafira and others of the Hot Wind Festival on Brays Island.
No - strictly speaking it was hotter than that.
It was like being in a furnace, and everything in sight seemed to be distorted by the high temperature.
At the same time, in the royal capital, Wayne Port.
Countless people dressed in their best clothes gathered in the streets and squares, some wearing masks, some waving celebratory bouquets.
There was a huge look of confusion on their faces. They didn't understand at all. How could the Jiyang, which was just floating above their heads, suddenly fly away?
It's not just the grassroots people who are confused about this.
In some open-air banquet halls, men and women who looked well-dressed and obviously of high social status were gazing at the night sky and talking in low voices, trying to guess what was going on.
"Hey Berentan~" A handsome but somewhat sloppy young man came over with a glass of wine, "Xiyang disappeared... Let's bet on what emergency has happened?"
"What else is on your mind besides gambling, my dear brother?" Another black-haired young man leaning on the balcony sat up speechlessly and was forced to clink glasses with him.
"Just consider it as satisfying me. Guess what - this time we're only betting 100 Sera."
"No need to guess, there is no answer to this." Berentan Asfen Sala shook his head, his expression looking a little worried: "Every time Xi Yang was urgently transferred away in Yongye, it must be because of a critical situation nearby, but as for what the situation is... those weirdos in black can't tell you."
"But the person who controls that thing isn't a black policeman!" Tenize Asfen Sara looked at his brother with disdain, shaking his wine glass. "Do you think I don't know anything? This thing needs the authorization of both Dad and Daken to be activated. How can anyone else be qualified to play with this toy? Just him? Just Batty Villefort?"
"What are your two princes talking about?" Another voice interrupted. Turning around, it was the Marquis de Charcones with a beautiful female companion.
Turney described his guess, causing the Marquis to laugh.
“Hahahaha… Your Highness, you look down on Batti too much.”
"What's so great about him?" The handsome young man snorted coldly, "He usually brags a lot, but last time I was cursed, they couldn't do anything about it, and in the end they even needed a little girl's help to solve the case!"
"Oh, that was a special case... You may not know what was involved at that time..."
"Whatever the case, Barty Wilfort and his people were outclassed by Ezun Hitzfeld—isn't that a fact?"
"And she was supposed to be 17! This is just... just ridiculous!"
Teni became more and more unhappy as he spoke. He put his wine glass on the table angrily, leaned against the railing and stopped talking.
"There are still many capable people in the Security Bureau." Prince Berentan reminded him.
At the same time, he glanced at the Marquis and caught a look from him.
Nodding to show that he understood, he immediately put on a warm smile, put his arm around his brother's shoulders and said, "Don't talk about these unhappy things... Aren't you okay anyway?"
"It's rare for us to have time to get together. Come, I'll take you to a fun place..."
The two of them walked through the crowd arm in arm and disappeared out the back door. Everyone on the road spontaneously saluted them.
After about ten minutes, Prince Berentin came back and nodded as he wiped his hands with the handkerchief handed to him by the woman: "I sent him to the casino."
"Your Highness will have a lot of fun." Marquis de Charcones said with a smile.
"Although this is how we manage our image, he also..." Berentan bared his teeth, "He pretends too well, doesn't he?"
"Perhaps His Highness Tenize has this kind of personality."
"I would rather believe that he is pretending than be bitten back when I am sure of victory." Berentan said coldly.
"What did Skye say?"
"They have already found an excuse. It just so happens that due to Nanxinze's influence, Sara's largest aircraft engine production base has been shut down. No one can find fault with this."
"What about the inventory? Has it been filed?"
"It was done a month ago. The person in charge is willing to guarantee it with his life."
"That's good."
