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Volume One Chapter 386 Broken Wings for the Second Time

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    Chapter 386 Broken Wings for the Second Time

    For a brief moment, Algernon even thought that what he saw was his imagination.  When sneaking into the edge of the Glazed Plain, he personally climbed onto the mecha to watch. He could swear to the gods in the sky that there was absolutely nothing in those mechas.  Although they look new.  There was a clear and loud sound of metal clashing in the hazy night, which also woke up Algernon.  With a sudden movement of his wits, he suddenly jumped back, pulled out the Assassin's Soft Sword from his waist, and let out a loud whistle.  No matter what these mechas are, God's Punishment is invincible in the dark.

    Algernon¡¯s figure kept twisting and shaking, as if there was no substantial black smoke in the dim night.  Confidence returned to his body. It was a moonless night. Darkness was his friend. Algernon merged into the darkness and became one with it.  A hint of disdain flashed in the dark red eyes of the black mecha, and the huge alloy blade came out of its sheath, whistling and hitting a point in the sky.  Accompanied by a shrill scream of shock, Algernon's figure appeared in the void again. His long sword was blocked in front of his chest. The metal blade kept twisting and shaking like a twisted snake, and his body swung backwards.  , there was a buzzing in his ears, and he was inexplicably horrified.  He could feel the dull pain in his beloved sword's hands. If he hadn't reacted as quickly as he could with the blow just now, the mecha's giant sword would have cut him in half.  A dying scream came from the dark night, it was one of his subordinates.  Algernon's newly built confidence was instantly shattered.

    Algernon twisted his body and disappeared into the darkness again, but the giant sword followed his path again.  Algernon ducked away in embarrassment.  He finally concluded that the mecha's well-timed blow was no coincidence, and his heart fell into darkness like the sky.  He turned around, tapped his toes on the ground, and swept back quickly.  escape!  He quickly made a judgment in his mind.  No matter what these mechas are, they can definitely see through the divine punishment assassins who have used the hiding technique, but this is not mentioned in the information provided by the temple.  Divine Punishment is an assassin in the night, not a warrior in a fierce frontal battle. Without the assistance of hiding skills, they are like the glass on the ground that breaks at the touch of a touch.  There was a scream of a huge object cutting through the air behind him. Algernon jumped forward with all his strength, and a wave of ice-cold air passed over his back. He could even feel the coldness of the metal giant sword brushing against his body.  In a hurry, he turned his head and saw that the mecha was silently approaching him. The huge soles of its feet touched the ground very softly and silently. Then the mecha rose into the air, like a big black giant.  The bird hooded him.  Algernon had never heard of any machine that could make such nimble, graceful movements that only living things could make.  He couldn't believe his eyes. Is this still a mecha?  This is clearly a living creature.  He just wants to escape now, fear is eating his soul, and he has lost the faith to fight.  The "hell" cruel training turned God Punishment into assassins in the darkness, and also took away their courage to move forward.  They are like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, ready to give their enemies a fatal blow, but when faced with opponents who are more ferocious and cruel than themselves, they also subconsciously choose to escape.

    What did the Charno people do to these mechas?  In addition to fear, Algernon also had endless doubts.  He didn't understand why the empty sculpture-like mecha that he had personally inspected during the day seemed to be alive at this time.  They danced in the night like elves in the dark night.  He could feel countless cold eyes following him closely. He once again raised his figure and leaped into the sky, overlooking the earth from the air. What caught his eyes were the red eyes that covered the entire plain, and those pairs of eyes.  Under the dark red eyes is a towering body like a demon.  At some point, he could no longer hear any other sounds in his ears. The dark land was extremely silent. Where were his subordinates?  The clang of swords that had echoed in his ears no longer existed, and Algernon's heart sank to the bottom.

    On the tall tower of the villa, the three Balerion silently watched the battle not far away.

    This is the second time Mi Zhiqing has seen these ghostly mechas with his own eyes. He feels that the night wind today seems to be particularly cold.  The mecha that had disappeared from Gesar's scene that day appeared in front of him again, and once again showed its power to the world.  How many of these mechas are there?  How are they made?  What is it that controls them?  One question after another appeared in Mi Zhiqing's mind.  This strange glazed plain originated from the supernatural storm caused by Yi Lexiang. That day, he felt the mystery that filled this young man's body and the unimaginable power in that thin body.  That power was something he had never seen or heard before, but he could feel that the power did not belong to this world, just like the Kabbalah in a strange place, and just like the gods who fled to the earth, they all had powers that did not belong to this world.  They are heretics!  Mi Zhiqing felt a bone-chilling chill in her heart.  This feeling intensified as he stared at the flashes of dark red across the plain.  What is hidden in this young man??So many secrets, the memory of God, Kabbalah, the Dragon clan, and evil creatures sealed in different spaces. It seems that all the incredible things in this world are related to this young man.  He was a little lucky that at least this young man was on the side of humanity.  Perhaps there is some mysterious force that balances the power of this world. When evil envelopes the earth, heroes emerge to save the world.

    Balerion was far more shocked than Mi Zhiqing.  He could tell at a glance that the figure struggling under the mecha's sword was the Divine Punishment Assassin of the Holy Alliance.  Back then, the Divine Alliance shocked the entire human world with its amazing performance of divine punishment.  That is the power that makes the whole world uneasy. It is the power of darkness and the power that goes astray and goes against the laws of the world. Otherwise, the Akashic Society and the Alliance of Superpowers would not have joined forces to put pressure on the League of Gods.  , God's Punishment is not allowed to roam freely in this world.  However, the silent divine punishment reappeared in the world because of this young man, but its wings were broken twice in the hands of this young man.  This young man holds in his hands another power that distorts the world.  Balerion looked at the struggling black figure in the distance with a wry smile on his lips.  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the divine punishment that once made the whole world tremble would become the target of massacre.  Balerion is nearly three hundred years old and knows far more about the world than the average person.  He is very aware of the horror of divine punishment. Their hiding skills are unparalleled in the world. It is precisely because of this secret skill that they can become the most terrifying assassins.  However, now, right in front of his eyes, the hiding technique that God's Punishment is so proud of has lost its effect.  The most unimaginable thing is that the person who cracked the secret technique of God's Punishment was not a superpower or a spiritual person, but a lifeless mecha.  Has technology developed to such a terrifying level?  This was his first reaction.  But as the battle continued, Balerion's face became increasingly ugly.  He discovered that there were no pilots among those mechas!

    Vhagar rushed up to the tower with excitement on his face, "Grandpa, have you seen those mechas?"

    He just sneaked into the battlefield and saw with his own eyes that the God's Punishment that attacked them last time was killed and captured by those dark mechas. He was not experienced enough and had not discovered that there was something wrong with these mechas.  However, he also made his discovery.  "The mecha skills used by those mechas are simply amazing, even more exquisite than the martial arts of our dragon clan. I never knew that mechas could be so flexible." His voice stopped suddenly, and he saw two pictures filled with  Old faces of worry and horror.

    "Mecha skills?" Balerion turned his attention to the battlefield that was gradually coming to an end in surprise.  These mechas were so weird and chilling that he didn't even notice the martial arts skills they used.  After watching for a while, Balerion's frown relaxed slightly.  Yes, the mecha skills used by those mechas are indeed exquisite.  However, the most important thing is that these mecha skills are not out of the scope of human beings.

    This made Balerion breathe a sigh of relief. Just now, he had the same thought as Mi Zhiqing - those mechas did not belong to this world.  Those who are not of my race should be punished!  He also became much more wary of Yi Lexiang.  If the things in these mechas are still not out of the scope of human beings, then things will be simpler.

    The battle is finally over.  Two of the attacking Divine Punishment assassins were captured, and the remaining five were killed on the spot. One of the two captured was Algernon.  Does he still have the courage to commit suicide?  He is older than the others. Perhaps as people get older, they become more afraid of death and lose the enthusiasm of young people.  At this moment, he was squatting down on the cold, smooth glass floor in despair, breathing heavily.  Two mechas guarded him.  His right hand was bloody and bloody, and white bones could be faintly seen in the torn wound. No one treated him, so he could only simply treat it by himself, wrapping the wound with the torn off clothes.  At this moment, he put down all panic. If the captured god was not killed by the Charno people, then maybe he wouldn't be.

    The atmosphere in the room seemed to have solidified.  The two elders were silent, each thinking about their own thoughts.  Vhagar looked around for no reason. He didn't understand why the previously harmonious atmosphere suddenly disappeared without a trace.  The attendants changed the cups and refilled the tea for everyone.  Balerion took out a cigarette from his arms. This was tobacco grown in the Dragon King Valley. The yield was extremely low. Balerion was reluctant to smoke it on weekdays. He would only take one out to relieve his mood when something bothered him.  The fragrance of strong tea and tobacco leaves were mixed together. There was no pungent and choking smell, but instead, a faint fragrance filled the room.
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