Under the dark night, a few raindrops fell, followed by heavy rain, dragging the entire old Dunling into the hazy world again. In this hazy night, the iron snake moved forward rapidly, and after passing through countless buildings and guards, it slowly stopped.
"So what is Arthur calling us for?"
The Kestrel was the first to step down from the Iron Snake, holding up his umbrella, followed by the Robin and the Shrike.
"Defense," the Shrike replied briefly.
Although they are both high-ranking knights, Shrike possesses far more power than Falcon and others.
The robin turned his head and looked at the sky full of thunder and lightning. Along with the flashing white light, the war airships left one black silhouette after another in the night sky, like giant whales swimming in the sky.
This kind of bad weather has a huge impact on war airships, which may crash if not handled with care. Therefore, when the rainy season comes, war airships should be docked in the airport for maintenance. But now they appear in batches, and all fly at low altitudes to reduce risks.
"Defense? Defense against what?" asked Red Falcon.
This is Old Dunling, and now they are in the Black Mountain Hospital. Although Hongshun also hates this place, as a scientific research institution of the Purification Agency, it is safe enough. He doesn't understand what they need to defend against.
"If something does happen, you will know how to defend yourself. Now what you need is to assign tasks and stand guard."
Shrike said as he motioned for the others to follow.
He didn't intend to say anything more, but the damp evening breeze brought a chill, as if something was coming and breaking through the rain curtain.
Red Falcon turned his head and looked at the night sky. As the thunder passed by, one hideous armor after another was hung in the air. They descended from the war airship and sank into the darkness below.
For a moment, Hongshun couldn't help but feel a little suffocated. How many armors were there? It seemed that all the armors of the purification agency had been transferred here. He couldn't imagine what they would face next.
Shrike kept moving forward without looking back. He knew more information than Red Falcon, and he also understood how fast the third generation armor could be produced with the support of industrial technology.
In the never-sleeping furnace of the Mechanical Institute, they forged an army of steel.
"Is everyone in place?"
Gawain walked out of the darkness, followed by Percival, who was smiling. This woman seemed to have a mental problem and had never known what seriousness and fear were.
"In place."
Shrike reported to him that in this short period of time, the Black Mountain Hospital had been built into an extremely solid fortress. In the shadows, steam engines were running at low power, and hot steam was pouring out through the gaps in the armor. They were as calm as sculptures, but as dead sculptures, they could come alive at any time and swing their heavy swords at the enemy.
"What are we guarding against? Lorenzo Holmes?"
Shrike asked suddenly. It was not that he did not want to answer Red Falcon. In fact, Shrike himself did not know these things. A few hours ago, he was still dealing with the armed conflict in the downtown area. In the blink of an eye, he was transferred here, and with him also came the elite forces in the Old Dunling.