The Lone Wolf of Tomorrow's Ark

However, this situation didn't last long, and Bagpipe still remembered the mission they had to do, and then she raised the steam city-breaking spear in her hand and pointed it at the film, asking:

"Who are you?! Are you from the deep pool army?"

"Huh? Ah, I'm not, at least not now. Let me introduce myself. I'm Mandela. I've accepted the commission of a stinky woman to stop the sending of the distress signal here, so it seems that the two of you are me. mission objective?"

Mandela, who was entrusted with the task by Ahmony and got the so-called "Book of Love" in advance, answered the bagpipes, and continued to look at the book in his hand without looking back. The whole person felt like I was looking down on you a feeling of.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fear of Ahmoni's scheming and some self-destructive spells in the notes, Mandela wouldn't even bother to help her with this job. What would be better than learning the technique and then attacking her? Are goddesses more important things?No, okay!

So, Mandela is now in a state of, I don’t want to cause trouble, and you don’t bother me. I don’t care who the horn and the bagpipe are, as long as they don’t disturb her reading and cause her mission to fail, other loves are whatever. .

However, the conflicting mission goals meant that they would not sit down quietly and drink a cup of tea like some friends.

When he realized that Mandela's attention was not on his side at all, the horn directly raised the steam-hydraulic cannon held in his left hand, and quickly pulled out an oversized nail from behind the shield with his right hand, but it was actually a hydraulic cannonball The alloy creation of the medicine was loaded from the back of the hydraulic cannon, and the switch was directly pulled.

"Oh!"

The alloy nails ejected by the power of the compressed steam pierced Mandela quickly like an arrow. The power of this steam-hydraulic cannon, coupled with the particularity of the ammunition, is powerful enough to pierce the body of a steam machine soldier. armor.

Being able to control a heavy weapon of this level with Ruper's body, it can be seen that the captain of the horn is not a simple role like her second-hand bagpipe who controls the steam spear with a physical body.

However, since Mandela, who was entrusted by Ahmoni to do this kind of thing, is also a former Shenchi cadre, how could it be so easy for the horn to succeed.

Mandala did not move, just snapped his fingers lightly, and a huge column made of rock suddenly fell from the sky, directly pressing the alloy nail that was already close at hand to the ground. It was so powerful that the entire top of the telegraph tower trembled.

"rock?!"

"It's not good, captain, he's a warlock, and the elemental type we're least good at dealing with."

In the Victorian army, there are not many people who are well versed in warlocks. Most of them rely on the various powerful weapons produced by Victorian steam technology.

This is the case with horns and bagpipes. They themselves are top students from the Royal Victoria Academy of Guards. Although they have excellent combat abilities and skillful use of weapons, once they encounter someone like Mandela who is special and majors in certain elements The elemental warlocks who are more powerful will appear a little weak.

Because they lack the means to check and balance the opponent's spells, just like now, their own attacks will be blocked by the opponent's spells very easily, but the opponent's attacks are extremely difficult for their own side to resist.

Therefore, at this stage, the horn is a little hesitant. If she was the only one, she would definitely fight, but now, with bagpipes by her side, and a bunch of comrades who followed her through life and death under the tower, she didn't know whether she should Make this more radical decision.

However, for the horn's hesitation, Mandela naturally agreed with both hands and feet, because in this way she can continue to read with confidence.

But Mandela was still a little worried. What if the opponent decided to continue fighting after thinking about it for a while?Therefore, she might as well just show off her own strength and let the other party back out of difficulties.

Thinking of this, Mandela snapped his fingers again. Immediately afterwards, the horn and bagpipes could clearly feel the telegraph tower start to vibrate. Just when they were puzzled and surprised, the team members suddenly heard from the headset. The sound of 'Triangle':

"Captain! Bagpipes! Are you all right? Something happened down there!"

"We're fine, we just ran into a blocker, what happened to the triangle?"

"The ruins of those houses, they are alive!"

"what?!"

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Just when the horns and bagpipes were puzzled by the strange words of the triangle, bursts of strange sounds suddenly entered their ears from all directions. It sounded like the wind made by birds flapping their wings, only amplified Dozens of times, and the number is still quite a lot.

And after a few seconds, the two finally knew what was making those strange sounds.

Many, huge, flying, stone statues.

Unbelievable, right, like a gargoyle that originated in Gaul and is now one of the legends of Victoria, it has abnormally proportioned limbs, a pair of wings that can support itself to fly, and is made of rocks, similar to the legendary gargoyle. Gargoyles are almost identical.

If it weren't for the fact that the head of these stone statues was just a big stone, instead of the weirder appearance than Sarkaz described in the book, the horn would have believed that the gargoyle had really come back to life.

Of course, resurrection is nothing. The gargoyle just looks evil, but it doesn’t belong to any faction. Its main job is to protect the guarded things, and it will expel all things that may damage the guarded things, no matter whether the opponent is righteous or not. evil.

But now it seems that these slightly bloated gargoyles flying in the air are obviously not legendary things, but Mandela's magical creations, so the role of them gathering around the telegraph tower is naturally self-evident .

After seeing the faces of the two people on the horn, Mandela also breathed a sigh of relief. After directing his stone statues to surround the two people, he calmly started chatting:

"Speaking of which, your surname is Scamanders, right? I've heard the dignitaries of Tara talk about you and the spies in the garrison. Seriously, I hate people like you very much, no Why, just because you are aristocrats, you can buy others arbitrarily and send them around as if they were items, heh, disgusting."

When talking about this, Mandela looked at the horn with undisguised disgust and nausea in his eyes, and the horn could see that this feeling was definitely her true feelings from the heart.

After noticing the other party's emotions, the horn seemed to have found a breakthrough, and instead of actively attacking the stone statues surrounding them, he asked back:

"It sounds like you have a lot of prejudice against nobles."

"Prejudice? Haha...hahahaha... What kind of cold joke are you talking about? How could this be prejudice! If it weren't for that lord, I would have been thrown into the simple cemetery next to the sewage ditch like those poor people. , Turned into a corpse eaten by wild dogs, nobleman, huh... nobleman?!"

Speaking of this, Mandela's laziness and leisure at the beginning were gone, and there was only anger in her heart. I saw her slamming the ground with her cane, and said as if to vent:

"Why can nobles easily control other people's lives! How can nobles be rich in clothes and food every day, but deliberately give slaves a piece of moldy bread that even dogs despise, and watch them fight for the only chance to survive?! You Tell me! Scamanderros! Is this the so-called fairness and justice of Victorian law?! Bah!"

"…………"

Under Mandela's questioning, the horn was temporarily silent. How should I put it, she should be ashamed of it.

Before breaking up with Hamilton, she once said that she expected the other party to be summoned to a military court and accept the most fair trial of the law, but now Mandela's questioning is like the sharpest long sword from the people at the bottom. pierced the horn's breast.

Yes, if even the most innocent people at the bottom cannot be protected and justice cannot be done for them, what fairness is there in this law?

"Captain, are you okay?"

"…………"

Seeing that the horn did not speak, the bagpipes couldn't help becoming worried, and the horn continued to respond in silence.

After seeing the horn and being speechless, Mandela showed a little hearty smile and continued:

"When I watched the old man who could leave me the last bite of food was beaten to death by the nobleman, and then thrown to the backyard to feed the dogs, I really wanted to cut the man's throat with my own hands, but at that time I can't do it, I'm just a little girl who is only about ten years old, let alone kill that person, I can't do it when I get close..."

Speaking of this, Mandela's words even brought tears into her voice. Obviously, she really missed the old man she mentioned who was obviously not related by blood, but who protected her exceptionally.

And under Mandela's verbal offensive, even the heartless bagpipe fell silent. Although she was optimistic, she was also emotional. The extremely miserable experience of the other party made her unable to deal with it for a while. Continue to be hostile.

After adjusting her mood a bit, Mandela continued to talk about the memories of the past, but what she said this time seemed to be a little different from the previous paragraph:

"Later, I thought about poisoning that nobleman. After all, I was a little maid in charge of serving dishes at that time, but how could I have money to buy it? I even ate stones that were broken by the chef in the kitchen every day. Bread! I originally planned to live in such a muddle, but it must be that the nobleman was disgusted by the gods... He asked the goddess to save us."

"……Um??"

Hearing this, the bagpipes and horns instantly became confused. Aren't they listening to the tragic past of a young girl? Why did they suddenly start mixing myths about gods and ghosts?

Of course, Mandela, who was already immersed in the world, didn't notice the weird faces of the horn and bagpipes at all, but continued devoutly:

"She is like the most beautiful goddess of moonlight. When no one noticed, she sent that nobleman to hell and rescued everyone including me. She is so gentle and powerful. She is the most beautiful woman in my life. The god everyone wants to follow."

"I'm going... If the missionaries in Victoria see this, they probably will feel that they are not pious enough. This is too..."

After hearing Mandela's pilgrimage-like speech, the bagpipes could no longer listen to it anymore. She couldn't figure out how the other party managed to say such shameful lines without changing his face. Bagpipe is even more unacceptable than a drama.

In fact, the feeling of the horn is similar to that of the bagpipe in some respects, but she knows how to put herself in another place.

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, if the horn's own experience is the same as that of Mandela, will she be grateful to save her and the people in the water and fire?Do you want to give everything to the other party to express your sincerity?

Probably will.

Therefore, the horn has no prejudice against Mandela at all, and even admires her character of daring to love and hate. At the same time, she is a little curious, who can be called a goddess by Mandela? who?

It is impossible for her to really believe what Mandela said about God and Goddess. After thinking about it, it is only possible that Mandela relied too much on his worship and gave it to mythology, but this also made the horn more curious. Who could easily kill an aristocrat who was powerful enough to buy and sell slaves in Victoria?

However, while the horn was meditating, Mandela also ended her pious 'prayer', then glanced at the horn, and said with a slightly complicated expression:

"Hey, you, since you and my goddess are both Lupus, I won't fight you, so let's go before I get mad."

After saying this, Mandela commanded the stone statues under her command to make way for the Horn and the others to make way for the stairs, and then she sat back again and continued to read the book in her hand.

Seeing this scene, Bagpipe looked at the horn with some hesitation, and asked in a low voice:

"I said, Captain, what should we do now? I'm a bit, I can't bear to attack her, and I don't seem to have seen her doing any bad things, except to use other people's houses to make them look ugly. Damn stuff."

"emmmm..."

Hearing what the bagpipes said, the horn couldn't help but look up at Mandela, then silently reloaded the hydraulic cannon in his hand again, and then said to the bagpipes:

"Bagpipe, you have to remember that you are not a sentimental ordinary person now. Although you don't want to do this, you are still a Victorian soldier, so do what you should do!"

"Yes! Captain!"

After hearing the horn's words, although she was a little uncomfortable, the bagpipe strictly followed the horn's order. She directly raised the steam city-breaking spear in her hand, pulled the switch, and poked a spear directly at the torso of a stone statue. superior.

The huge power of the steam city-breaking spear cannot be resisted by some stone statues built from ruins. With just one shot, half of a stone statue's body is directly missing, and the injured stone statue disintegrates on the spot after trembling slightly.

Here is the gap between bloodline and strength.

It is also a stone statue, as long as the mudstone structure is not smashed to the point where only one limb is left unable to move, it will always fight for the creator.

But Mandela's stone statue will disintegrate directly after receiving a relatively severe "fatal injury". Although her stone statue can fly, its combat power is still weaker after all.

After seeing the bagpipe smashing his own stone statue suddenly, Mandela was also slightly stunned, but then he reacted, and his face turned cold instantly.

"It seems that you all want to make gestures with me, okay, then come on, do it!"

After speaking, Mandela waved his hand lightly, and the stone statues immediately rushed up, and raised their huge rock fists to beat the two horns.

However, at this time, it was highlighted how well the horn and the bagpipes work together. I saw that the bagpipes, relying on their own physical fitness and the power of the steam-breaking city spear in their hands, smashed the stone statues that rushed from the ground. They smashed one after another, and none of the stone statues could break through the guarding range of the bagpipes.

And the horn is holding the hydraulic cannon in his hand, constantly shooting those stone statues that are still flying in the air, trying to attack with magic, the powerful weapon power is also one by one.

All of a sudden, it was like a rain of stones on the telegraph tower, all kinds of stones fell down crackling, making the triangle iron guards below confused.

Why, is this a decoration on top of the house or demolition?

The Horn should be thankful that the stone statues of Mandela are not of the bloody and aggressive type. With the unremitting efforts of the two, it took about 5 minutes for them to finally clean up all the stone statues.

So far, on the telegraph tower, there are only a large number of stones, the unscathed Mandela, and the horn and bagpipes that have just consumed a lot of energy.

Seeing that the Horn had killed all his stone statues with just two people, Mandela couldn't help but give them a high look, and then said:

"It really surprised me. Only two people can do this. It seems that the soldiers in Victoria's army are not all rich and rich. At least the so-called top students in Victoria still have some value."

"Huh? How did you know that the two of us are top students in the academy?"

"You have no right to ask me questions now. Besides, maybe you haven't noticed, but I still want to thank you a little bit."

Having said this, Mandela tapped the ground lightly with her cane, and immediately after, a large amount of gravel began to condense at her feet, forming a stone slab with an area large enough for a person to stand on. .

Afterwards, Mandela directly raised his feet and stood up. Under the shocked eyes of the bagpipes, he slowly floated up and flew in the air.

Mandela's current state can be said to be a replica of a certain Magneto. He uses magnetic force to control the iron pieces under his feet to levitate himself, while Mandela uses magic to control the gravel under his feet to levitate himself. , is exactly the same.

If Lucille was here, she would probably immediately jump out and praise Mandela for being self-taught.

Chapter 830 The Desperate and Arrogant Mandela

"Thanks to you for smashing all the stone statues, and saving me the process of restoring them to the status quo."