Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 274: Grand Duke Carlisle Attacks (272 monthly tickets plus more)

January 313, 1 New Divine Calendar,
In the early morning, when the time passes midnight, it is already the new year.

The cold wind was howling between heaven and earth, and being high up in the Mage Tower, the feeling was even more clear.

Luo Yi couldn't sleep and seemed a little anxious, pacing back and forth in the room.

It felt to him that Oliveira's breakthrough was even more stressful than his own.

But unfortunately, some people don't like him to feel at ease.

Roar!

The dull roar was like a dragon's roar, coming from far away and approaching, bringing with it a diffuse pressure, covering the sky and the earth.

This was followed by the sound of flapping wings, which stirred up a strong wind and stirred up the dark clouds, as if a terrifying giant beast was descending at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, there was movement in the Lion Manor, and a figure suddenly stepped on the ground.

Amid the trembling of the earth, he soared into the sky, and at the highest point, a griffin flapped its wings and came.

The Iron Knight Phil had a cold expression, his breath was like ice, and his rusty fighting spirit was as vast as a tide.

A dragon spear appeared in his hand, and the cold tip of the spear emitted a sharp cold light.

He raised his head and stared at the stirring dark clouds, his expression becoming increasingly cold and indifferent.

Finally, a hideous head emerged from the dark clouds.

It looks like a giant dragon, but without horns, its scales are red, its aura is manic, and flames appear at the corners of its mouth and lips.

It is huge, but also looks a little bloated, and its wings are like bat wings, which create strong winds when flapped.

The magma dragon, a subspecies of dragon, likes to live in magma. It is the product of the union of a dragon and some kind of magma monster.

Because it has extremely high requirements for the living environment and does not like overly cold environments, this kind of monster does not like to walk outside.

However, this does not affect the great reputation of the Magma Dragon!

In fact, although this sub-dragon species is not as powerful as a real dragon, it is very terrifying in an environment like a volcano.

Of course, what deserves more attention at this time is the person sitting on this magma dragon.

The man had flying white hair and was also holding a dragon spear. His fighting spirit was so fierce that he looked like a warrior from heaven.

It’s the guardian of the Carlisle family, the Pale Knight!

His eyes met with Iron Knight Phil, and there seemed to be a constant roar in the void.

He just said, "Last time, I didn't use my full strength. This time, shall we fight again?!"

Iron Knight Phil was of course not afraid. He urged the griffin under his seat and laughed, "If you want to fight, then let's fight!"

Then, the two horrible monsters, each carrying their master, charged in mid-air, approached quickly, and collided directly!
The competition between the fourth-level Scourge Knights seemed to have created a mushroom cloud out of thin air. The violent shock wave spread outward, creating seemingly endless ripples.

boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
After the first sound, there was the second, third, and fourth sound...

It was like continuous thunderclaps, but they were also moving away quickly.

All that remained was the dark winter clouds dispelled over the sky of Brussels, revealing the bright moon, shedding its brilliant light.

Just under the moonlight, a green wind swept in.

The wind itself has no shape, but with color, we can see its shape.

Strands of silk, like hanging ribbons, descended from the sky with whimpers that pierced the air.

In the green wind, there was a person wrapped up. His face could not be seen clearly, but he was holding a sword and directing the wind, traveling between heaven and earth.

Level 4. This is another level 4 swordsman who has awakened the wind-attributed fighting spirit.

Of course, wherever Loyi, the guardian of Lion Manor, is, the Fire Sword Saint Otto is also indispensable.

Under the sky, a pair of flaming wings suddenly spread out, turning into a sea of fire that covered the sky, as if it was about to set the sky on fire.

Otto, the Flame Sword Saint, stood in the center of the sea of fire, holding a sword in his hand. He raised his head slightly, his expression solemn, but he couldn't help but smile.

Swordsmen always like to fight. If possible, they would like to use the swords in their hands to make the strongest people in the world surrender.

So, at this moment, Otto had almost no hesitation.

The flaming wings flapped and carried him up into the sky, spinning like a giant flaming drill and colliding with the green wind.

At this moment, it is hard to imagine how many times the two sides have collided and clashed. All you can see are tornadoes of wind and fire flying back and forth in the dark sky.

Until another collision, the two sides separated.

One occupies the eastern sky, with flames burning the sky; the other occupies the western night, with howling winds.

"You are the Flame Sword Saint Otto. Your swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. You are qualified to be my opponent."

"But I just don't like people like you who hide their heads and show their tails, sneaking around like thieves and never being seen by others.

Killing you would make my sword dirty!"

"Haha, the tongue is never as sharp as the sword."

"You speak as if you just took advantage of me."

"Then fight again!"

"Come on, I'm afraid of you! If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'm not a fourth-level natural disaster."

"You're just full of shit, which really disappoints me."

As the saying goes, if you don't agree, there's no need to talk too much. The next second, the green wind and the burning fire collided again.

This time, it was no longer a simple fight, but a situation where you were in me and I was in you, with flames and green wind mixed together.

I saw two figures appearing and disappearing, sometimes anxious, sometimes entangled, with sword lights flashing, densely packed, as if filling up all corners of the space where they were.

The sword lights collided with each other closely and clanged like pearls falling on a jade plate, and I don't know how many times they collided.

Until a certain moment, the sword lights crossed, the two separated, and began to fight with their ultimate moves again. The green fighting spirit turned into tornadoes, running rampant between heaven and earth;
Otto's sword slashed out with flames, shattering the tornado.

Fortunately, the two also had a tacit understanding and went to one side of the sky, trying not to affect the mortal city as much as possible, and also trying not to be affected by other fourth-level beings.

Of course, the impact has already occurred.

In the city of Brussels, countless people hugged their families, hid under their beds, and shivered.

They seemed to be experiencing the previous panic and crisis again, and just thought that someone had called in again.

Not long after Otto and the unknown fourth-level left, the peace did not last. Five balls of flame appeared in the air and merged into a huge fireball.

That feeling was like a second sun rising in the dark night, emitting a scorching light.

Although it is far inferior to the real sun in the sky, the problem is that it is close!

Under the scorching sun, there were three people standing, all dressed exactly the same, except for their different heights.

If Otto were there, he would definitely be very familiar with the leader, who was the wizard Timo of the Five Fireballs Cult.

At this moment, they were constantly pouring magic power into the fireball, so that the fireball looked more and more exaggerated.

Although these three people looked different, they looked at the fireball with the same gaze.

The almost insane faith and worship was almost overflowing.

It is not difficult to imagine what a horrific scene it would be if this fireball fell, and how many people would die!

At this time, on the top floor of the Mage Tower, His Holiness Saint Bartholomew was teaching Lilia all kinds of mechanical knowledge.

Although he said that he would not accept apprentices, his actions were quite sincere. He taught many practical magics almost step by step.

Also, teach Lilia how to design and optimize magic patterns.

He had of course long been aware of the situation outside, and originally, he had no intention of taking action.

The Empire has paid a lot in its cooperation with Flower Territory, but the Empire is by no means Flower Territory's thug, nor will it take the lead in everything.

If the flower collar is really a pile of mud that cannot be lifted up, then it would be a good thing to end it early!

But when the fireball grew bigger and bigger, even to an exaggerated extent, his expression finally changed.

The fourth level has its own rules, and even mortal battlefields are not allowed to be easily set foot in.

Even when fighting at the same level 4, one must try to avoid harming innocent people as much as possible.

But now, if such a huge fireball were to fall, the casualties would not be just one or two, but tens of thousands.

This is too much!
At this moment, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, he stood up, a magic wand appeared in his hand, and he moved forward a little, and a portal appeared.

in the void,
Master Timo was having fun with two members of the Five Fireball Cult when suddenly, a portal appeared in front of them.

A bald wizard with a long beard appeared in front of them. He stared at the three people with his gloomy eyes and said indifferently, "Remnants of the Five Fireballs Cult, are you here to die?"

One wizard seemed to be in a rage, grinning: "You know who we are, and you still dare to speak so shamelessly, do you want to die?"

"Want to die? Are you talking to me? It's been a long time since anyone dared to say that to me."

His Majesty Bartholomew smashed the staff in the air, and it felt like it was smashing on solid ground. In the unfolding magic circle, three figures stepped out with a rumbling sound.

They were all dressed as three-meter-tall warriors, carved from crystal, and each held a long sword in their hands, raised high above their heads.

The eyes in those hands were inlaid with rubies, scarlet and bloodthirsty, and full of murderous intent.

This is a golem puppet!
It is also the most advanced crystal golem among golem puppets, and is almost immune to most fighting spirit and spell attacks.

When this thing goes to the battlefield, what it likes to do most is to push forward. It doesn't matter who the enemy is, because it can't hurt them anyway.

It doesn’t matter what means the enemy has, just chop them down with one blow.

If it were not too slow and unable to catch up with most of the strong men, it would be a real killer weapon.

But even so, Master Timo had already come to his senses at this time. He quickly used magic to stop the unwise behavior of his two companions and tried hard to force a smile.

"Well, I don't know who you are, but shouldn't the Empire interfere in the disputes among nobles of other principalities?"

His Majesty Bartholomew smiled sarcastically, "The Empire really shouldn't interfere, but, believe it or not, right here, I can beat you to death, and no one will dare to say anything wrong about me."

"A group of remnants of the Cult of the Five Fireballs actually had the audacity to attack a city, and then be hunted down by a righteous mechanical Scourge. I think the magical world should commend me for my feat."

Master Timo's smile froze: "But that would still be troublesome, wouldn't it?"

"So, I'll give you a chance. Take your fireballs and leave with me."

"Here, the real protagonist should appear. There is no need for you and me to exist anymore."

"Well, that's good, of course."

Having said this, Master Timo and his companions immediately controlled the huge fireball and headed south.

They used too much force when rubbing the fireball, and it became extremely difficult to control it.

But they didn't dare to make the slightest mistake, because the gloomy old man's gaze never left them.

As the fireball moved farther and farther away, there was silence between heaven and earth, and finally, the protagonist appeared.

It was a spaceship pulled by many magic crows. It was crescent-shaped with many thin lines at the four corners connecting the magic crows.

So the crows flapped their wings and quickly approached with the spaceship.

This is the famous moon spaceship of the Carlisle family, and only one person can ride on it.

The real boss of the Carlisle family, the epitome of cruelty and bloodthirstiness.

He was also a powerful figure in the Bonaparte Empire, the Grand Duke of Carlisle.

But at this time, Luo Yi was also furious.

He stood on the top of the wizard tower and without saying a word, took out the flamethrower he had just obtained.

Then, without hesitation, turn it on, activate it, store energy, and fire!
(End of this chapter)