Steel steam and flame

After Lina and the others heard Cassia's words, they followed him closely and got into the passenger compartment. Haike didn't hesitate at all, only Iyeta was still a little hesitant, but he didn't lose any speed and jumped into the passenger compartment.

"What's wrong?" Lina asked Cassia, looking at his face full of doubts. She had forgotten some of what Cassia told him today. When he came to explore through the water channel in the afternoon, Cassia "saw" the conversation between Franli and his butler through lip reading in the pipeline.

Among the containers pulled by this train, there may be only one train containing goods that need to be traded with the group of people in the gray area. Cassia believed that the object being traded was probably an entity that had a slight resonance with him. It was still far away from him, probably in the ninth or eighth container, and was quietly stored there. In other huge containers, the porters in the underground square followed Frangli's words and filled them with large amounts of high-quality gunpowder. These preparations were originally used by him to deal with the group of attackers who were destined to arrive tonight. But no one expected the ferocious Holy Emperor Hall. None of these preparations were brought to the stage they deserved, and now they can only be sealed in a dark box.

Franry was still holding his neck, and the feeling of his throat being cut made him feel extremely uncomfortable. His face turned red, and his chest was breathing quickly. He was always satisfied with the high-strength defense of his body. It was a hard bone that could not be broken even by large-caliber platinum bullets and even the .50 heavy machine gun mounted on the tank. . As long as he didn't hit his eyes directly, he was a human-shaped steel machine. Compared with those who relied on bulky armors and sacrificed a certain amount of agility to obtain such defense, he thought he had an advantage. How precious are these abnormal bones, as well as the increase in strength brought by the mutation of dragon tissue in his body, allowing him to complete a transformation that only two people know about in just a few days. .

If it hadn't happened more than ten days ago, Franry thought he would have died at the hands of the man in black when he came down from the elevator. The minimum authority to use pneumatic weapons is the lieutenant level, which is a standard that will not change in various forces. His previous strength was not very strong, and he could barely reach the early stage of the second stage with the support of pharmaceutical hormones. At that time, he would not be a match for the man in black dress. It is not easy to use pneumatic weapons skillfully. They are like guns and are divided into many categories. Among them, swords and guns are a symbolic carrier of the holy spear and holy sword in the empire. In their research and development, Avalon scientists We put in a lot of effort. It is only in these two categories that imitations of the first and second generation holy spears and holy swords have been developed. There are not many other types of cold weapons, even if they exist. Most of them are first- and second-generation weapons customized by various forces for a certain person, and the price is not something every force can afford.

Franli knew the gap between himself and others. Although he relied on his father's identity as a great supporter in the area of ​​​​Brino to do many things that he had never thought of before, he also restrained himself in his acting style. At least he won't provoke anyone, he will just occasionally attack some people who are attached to his company and the Three Primary Colors Group. But this mood did indeed change within ten days, and it was subversive.

The origin of everything is because of the purchase of a slave in the trading building, that is Sheila. And what the Imperial Mining Company dug out of the rock formations deep in the mountains. Franry's father wanted to hone his abilities and build some prestige for him in the area. So the honorary head of the transaction fell on him. When the two come into contact unconsciously, something unexpected happens.

"It seems that the functional structure of the body's defensive tissues has not yet fully grown." Franli covered his neck. Only a little blood flowed out, but when the blood vessels were cut, the strong feeling still made him feel scared. . Normally, this sword would have been able to completely cut off his head, instead of breaking the forged steel sword against hard bones like it did now.

The muscles in the neck are connecting quickly and the throat is healing. The force of Cassia's kick was very strong, but it was not very effective against Franli, who couldn't even cut with a forged steel sword. He twisted in the air, his body was like a tombstone falling from the air, his feet stepped on the steel plate, sinking a centimeter or two. The hard black leather shoes cracked, revealing his rough feet. The nails on them changed color to dark brown and increased in thickness, like unpolished cuticles that were growing slowly.

Flanley is about the same size as two or three adults stacked on top of one another. When he landed on the ground, the visible squirming under the tightly stretched skin became very violent. It wasn't until his body size was reduced by half from its original size that this excruciating muscle squirming movement gradually subsided. That's the dragon tissues that are close together devouring each other. This is the most direct way for muscles and various organs and tissues to become stronger and tougher.

"You're making me angry..." Every time he wanted to speak, he was interrupted by Cassia.

Frangli opened his cross pupils angrily, and the muscles in the form of explosions shrank, but the power inside became more visible. He covered his eyes with his other hand. There was no one on the wide iron racks around. He turned around and looked forward. There was a large gap in the welded door panel. It was originally square, but it expanded wide after he came out. He roared angrily while looking into the car through the large gap. Five figures standing far away appeared in the eyes.

Cassia held the revolver in his right hand, in the middle, and the other four people stood on both sides of him in a regular manner.

Before he finished speaking, several angry dark red ballistic lines shot past him with fierce winds. The bullets and air rubbed against each other to make a clear sound, and multiple shocks were transmitted to his face in the next moment. The sound of the thin iron plates of the container behind him being blown away like pieces of paper and the sound of blue and silver bullets coming out of the chamber reached his ears almost simultaneously.

Franli's mind did not subconsciously reflect the effect of these bullets. He felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart at this moment, which was a signal of danger. He would not believe that the opponent would miss the bullet. Although he had never really seen the opponent's accuracy, through the swordsmanship of cutting off his own throat, he believed that the opponent's use of firearms would not be much worse.

The next moment he felt a sense of warmth behind him, and then the warmth turned into burning. The skin is drying out rapidly, the moisture on it is evaporating rapidly, and the flesh and blood in the underlying cortex are also rapidly losing vitality. Even though they are dragon-like tissues, their congenital limitations make them lose their due strength under high temperatures.

He didn't dare to look back, and his steps were already rushing forward. But his eyes were already a blazing white color, and the dim surrounding environment was a bit unnaturally bright. The burning sensation behind him disappeared the next moment. He didn't know what was going on. It might be that the temperature had exceeded the range that he felt he could bear, but it wasn't necessarily certain, so the burning sensation was blocked by the brain's protective system.

The high-temperature air wave behind him pushed forward huge force, overturning Frangli who was less than a step or two away.

As explosives specially prepared for mining in the Imperial Mining Company, their power design is based on hard rock. Compared with ordinary platinum gunpowder, the ratio of fine ingredients is of course different. Blazing white flames rose in an instant, and the iron sheet produced by the work hardening of the container first turned into countless fragments, most of which melted instantly at the center of the explosion. Then the blazing white flame expanded outward, and the color span began to decrease, with orange appearing in it. At this time, it swallowed up Franli's overturned body. Then it turned into bright red, and the vaporized material was sucked up and thick gray-black smoke rose up, rising into the sky above the underground square together with the bright red flames.

The container almost had a chain reaction. The huge kinetic energy of the blue silver bullet caused it to penetrate several containers. The explosions rose simultaneously and connected into one, like a high wall of flames, appearing in everyone's eyes.