The old man, whose body was half replaced by metal parts, stepped on the ground and his entire body shot out like a spring.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the ruins behind him, the ambient temperature began to soar rapidly in an instant; " Nether Melt " Felix had made his move.
The molten iron flowed like Spread, and a mechanical greatsword, as tall as two people, was instantly forged and then flew forward at an incredible speed.
" Iron Hunt " Sailan didn't even glance at it. His mechanical arm reached back and firmly grasped the newly forged giant blade. Then, with an aerial spin, he slashed at Brenfield had already reacted and begun to fire.
As Grand Artisan Keen, standing behind Brenfield, aimed at Sailan in preparation for launching the grappling hook, he also began the classic recruitment process:
" Sailan! Join us and kill Gray together! We'll all get what we want!"
The old man in the air had his mechanical eyes turned completely bloodshot.
"All I need are the heads of traitors!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy greatsword clashed head-on with the barbed iron hook.
Meanwhile, in the ruins of the banquet hall, Felix had just delivered a greatsword, began to forge new metal walls to protect the innocent people behind him.
According to Gray, the Grand Foundry Master, today's arrangements had already been made, and there was no need for the two of them to take action.
However, as opponents of the Machine Spirit faction, " Iron Hunt " Sailan and " Nether Melt " Felix's loyalty to the Graycast Corridor is still beyond question.
Upon discovering that someone had colluded with foreign forces to assassinate the Grand Foundry Master, the two men, whether to demonstrate their loyalty or simply because they couldn't stand by and watch, had to take action at this moment.
Otherwise, why would someone with High Tier strength remain an observer, neither joining the assassination team nor helping the Grand Foundry Master?
What, how many heads do you have enough to chop off?
Or are you also named Geliwusi?
Reaching out to smooth the newly cast metal wall, Felix turned to look at Ed:
"Thank you for your help. Balund and Aiboke are my best friends. Please go and help them."
Ed looked to the other side of the battlefield, where another exciting show was unfolding outside the banquet hall. The show was titled. "Magicians, Mech Armorers, and Living Cities Battle Psionic Energy Creatures."
The current situation is a just three-on-one fight, and there shouldn't be any problems in the short term.
More than that, Ed was worried about...
"There's still one High Tier enemy who hasn't made a move yet."
He spoke succinctly, and Felix, after a moment's thought, replied:
"Then you may do as you please. Leave this to me and Sailan. We will not let those two traitors disturb you."
traitor?
two?
Ed paused for a moment, then suddenly realized he might have overlooked something. He turned around and saw Suolaer Aoermo, the traitor who had also been invited today, now surrounded by players dressed as waiters and guards, making his last stand.
Seeing this, Ed couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
Middle Tier is just amateurish!
Even if the difference is only one level, Middle Tier can still be surrounded and killed by a large number of Low Tier.
However, once you cross that threshold and become High Tier, only beings of the same or higher rank have the right and ability to kill you.
With this in mind, Ed stopped looking at the three traitors, Suolaer, Keen, and Brenfield, and ignored the [ Giant Arms ] outside. Instead, he clenched the crystal cluster of spider lilies in his hand and began to sense Sailesi's location.
Besides sensing, Ed also began to use his intuition to perform logical reasoning:
The enemy has four High Tier, while our side has six, including two who pledged their loyalty.
There are currently two main battlefields. After the [ Giant Arms ]'s all-out attack was neutralized by the combined efforts of the three High Tier members, Balund used a short-range teleportation to move the battlefield with [ Giant Arms ] to a more spacious outdoor area, along with Aiboke.
At this moment, [ Giant Arms ] is clashing head-on with Aiboke, who has merged with the armor, while also having to keep an eye on Balund is launching a surprise attack, and Great Labyrinth City, who is providing support to the two. It feels a bit like Lü Bu.
The other battlefield was a two-on-two fight amidst the surrounding ruins.
So now the only free agents left on both sides are Sailesi and himself.
So, if you were Sailesi, what should you do now?
What is his primary mission in coming to the Graycast Corridor?
Ed instantly realized—it was Gray!
The boy leaped backward and arrived beside Gray, the Grand Foundry Master, to check on his condition.
Yes, Gray is still in the banquet hall.
After the battlefield shifted with [ Giant Arms ], Gray, this Middle Tier burden, was left behind in the same place.
Although he didn't notice Sailesi's presence, Ed clearly saw that Gray's eyes were somewhat lifeless.
Although Middle Tier- Middle Tier are rare on a global scale, they are simply not considered competitive in the current banquet hall battlefield.
Ed had just finished cursing Suolaer as a weakling when he turned around and found that Gray had already been half-controlled by hard lock-on.
Those floral scents that have no effect on High Tier are deadly enough for Gray, a weakling, and it only takes a little time to completely control him.
Although the two sides exchanged blows, less than half a minute has passed since the start of the battle.
Ed shook Gray's shoulder, and seeing that he didn't react, he slapped him twice across the face.
After two "snap" sounds, Gray seemed a little more energetic, but only a little.
If Gray is in such a state, then the innocent people who are being protected must be in a similar situation, since even physical isolation cannot completely stop the Spread of Sailesi's abilities.
Even through the iron curtain, Ed could sense the frenzy of the people behind it, a frenzy that was Spread throughout the entire Great Labyrinth City.
Are we going to drag innocent civilians into this again?
A leopard can't change its spots!
Thinking this, Ed, while trapping Gray inside the protective vine ball, mentally called upon his allies:
" Territory Secret Pact! Short-Term Rules!"
The ethereal voice of the Great Labyrinth City echoed in Ed's ears:
"Speaking."
"Whatever is beneficial to plant growth is sufficient."
"OK."
The Great Labyrinth City responded, and the next moment Ed noticed a slight change in the surrounding environment, it seemed...
I've become kinder to myself.
Ed clenched his fist, feeling that his strength had increased by another ten percent.
The barren nature of the Great Labyrinth City's land cannot be changed by a single word from the Machine Spirit, so this is only a short-term rule. Besides, there is simply no soil here for plants to grow.
But for Ed, that was enough.
He reached out and lightly touched the tender branch beside his temple, speaking softly to his clone Little Green, in his mind:
"[ Clear Void Pine ]."
A questioning voice from another personality came through:
"You can't just transform whenever you want, why are you telling me?"
"It's more ceremonial, isn't it?"
"Then why didn't you say anything?"
"That would be too embarrassing, especially with other players recording it."
"Looking for trouble."
Accompanied by Little Green's disdainful voice, the half-canopy sapling in Ed's eye socket began to rapidly change:
The branches and trunks quickly darkened in color, turning a brownish-red similar to pine wood. The bark rapidly wrinkled, forming crisscrossing grooves, and the tender leaves transformed into clusters of needles, resembling a pine tree reviving in spring.
In just a few breaths, the half-crown sapling in Ed's eyes had become indistinguishable from a bonsai pine tree, and the pure and clear field of vision began to expand outwards.