Poof~
It was like the sound of a full bag of flour being punctured. It did not require the power to destroy the sky. Before the giant hands closed, Think carried Su'er and punctured the steel sky lightly, rising in the sea of clouds, with a trace of mocking Elf behind him.
Such a seemingly beautiful scene added a bit of firewood to Lóni already burning anger. This most talented figure of the Dwarf race in countless years was probably crazy. As he waved his hastily forged spiritual clothes, the giant hand constructed by countless Dwarf houses twisted the parts and deformed again.
There was no time to pay too much attention to the changes under his feet. Think took Su'er and jumped quickly on the footholds that still retained the brackets and kept rising up. The central industrial zone of the Dwarf, those submarines that had been manufactured but not yet put into use were parked at the top!
Whoosh! ! !
The whistle was so sharp that it hurt people's ears. Even faster than that was a stray arrow that almost brushed past the two people.
Boom!
It was just like an arrow that pierced through the poor pigeon and nailed it to the wall, but this arrow was much bigger. The sharp pillars that flew up from below Think and Su'er directly pierced through the aircraft carriers still parked in the industrial area and nailed them to the soil at the edge.
It was so simple that there was no decorative pattern at all, and there was not even any extra structure. It was just a magnified version of nails, but the most terrifying thing was their number. There was more than one, as if it was endless. As long as there was a building in this city, Lóni ammunition would never run out.
Exploding and falling from the sky, in the gray-black steel rain of these huge steel spikes, Think could only dodge in the air like a bird, but the debris and explosions that fell from time to time above her head reminded her of the urgency of the matter all the time - Lóni was not even aiming at her and Su'er, but at those ships that were not put into use.
She could not simply dodge, and even had to take the initiative to block the steel giant spikes shot at the submarine. The magic light wall that Think deployed was hit like a sound game, and it was hit and produced white spots of light, but it was chaotic.
It couldn't hold out for too long. From the lower lip that Think bit subconsciously, it was obvious that it was a huge burden for her to block so many intensive attacks. Her spirits were not infinite, but Lóni, who had completely disregarded the loss and only wanted to keep this Elf here, had no scruples. There was no Dwarf in the entire upper area, so it didn't matter what the reconstruction was.
The plan to attract the moles to the lower area and then escape from the upper area at the beginning revealed its drawbacks at this time.
Snap.
It was crisp, like the pleasant sound of glass breaking.
"Puff!", the body twitched, and Think suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the light wall blocking below also flashed violently, as if it would be completely annihilated in the next second.
When Su'er looked over in panic, he saw a thin steel drill inserted in Think lower abdomen. It was a gift that Lóni prepared for Think in the rain of steel. It was sharp and slender, but had enough breakthrough power.
Even the whole person was quickly lifted up by the steel spike that hit his abdomen, and was closer to the submarine.
That place... As long as we can reach that place!!
"Cough cough cough... Puff!", glancing at the magic light wall below that flickered and dimmed more and more frequently because of her distance, Think held the steel spike inserted into her lower abdomen with one free hand, and then gritted his teeth and pulled it out suddenly.
This cruelty and perseverance to endure the pain really made Su'er hair stand up. He watched Think coughing up blood again because of such a violent action, and threw the steel spike aside. Think palm gathered green light and pressed it on the hole.
I don't know when the rain of steel stopped, and the world suddenly became strangely quiet, until the light wall shattered like powder and splashed upwards.
A sword cut through this fragile defense wall. Lóni raised his sword high and charged from bottom to top. In the next second, he was going to cut Think and Su'er into two pieces. But just when this tragic scene was about to happen, a dark gray light hit Lóni from below even faster!
It was the steel drill.
The steel drill that Think casually threw down and seemed to be completely unnoticed turned back at this time at a speed that cut through the atmosphere, directly hitting the unprepared Lóni back and passing through his chest!
As if time had slowed down, Think even raised the corner of her mouth and laughed mockingly, and stepped lightly on Lóni shoulder with her outstretched foot. With this stepping stone, she jumped in the air for the last time and flew towards the direction of the submarine.
His already scarlet eyes were burning like flames at this moment, but Lóni was still falling, falling powerlessly, from high in the sky to the ground.
Unable to speak, the injury to his chest temporarily made him lose the ability to speak, and even just opening his mouth would cause blood foam to spit out. Lóni could only try his best to use his trembling right hand to slowly pull the steel drill out of his chest.
Deformed, contracted, forged, and created with his own sensibility, Lóni burning eyes were fixed on the elf wearing a torn robe. He even saw the mocking eyes left by the elf who was about to escape successfully.
Unable to bear, unacceptable, the soundless cracking coming from his throat, Lóni clenched his last forged work, which was the most suitable parting gift for the elf, full of the hospitality of the city owner.
Then, he used all his strength to throw it out fiercely!
Even the air became more viscous. Under the influence of gravity and this tangible reaction force, Lóni fell faster and faster, but he was already satisfied.
At the end of his sight, Lóni was satisfied to see the gift he had thrown with his Heart drawing a perfect arc in the air and hitting the exposed ankle of the Elf. This was the most perfect angle and strength that his sensibility told him would definitely be realized.
The hatch of the submarine was closed, and after a slight tremor, it fell to the mud at the outermost edge of the city, and then merged into it like a fish falling into the water, separating the land 10,000 meters underground and disappearing.