The soldiers lined up and walked forward along the mountain road.
Next to a narrow passage, the prison guards had set up an apparatus as tall as their bodies.
This bloodline detection instrument was a special device that was urgently manufactured using existing blueprints after the end of the magic tide. Even the internal chip was a specially designed, simple mass-produced model. Whenever someone passed by, the instrument would make a "bang" sound like a firework exploding.
"Human, male."
"Extraordinary, male."
"Human, male."
The prison priest standing beside the instrument reported the results of the bloodline investigation one by one in a mechanical and lazy tone.
Of course, although most of the imperial army are Lv.0 purebred humans, there are also a considerable number of extraordinary people, so everyone is used to it.
Nowadays, there are countless people who have drunk magic potions once or twice for various reasons. After all, isn’t it great if it only slightly reduces the success rate of reproduction, can quickly enhance one’s own strength, and can also extend lifespan in disguise
The members of the Blue Sword Mercenary Group were naturally in the team as well. They saw the bulky device in front of them and the priest operating it.
Prison guards? How could they come so quickly? We just encountered the devil in the early morning, and these guys rushed over in the morning
In the original game world, the prison guards are also contemptuously called "watchdogs" by players. They are an extremely difficult, mad dog-like organization, and their aggressiveness and madness are comparable to those of the Pureblood Hermitage.
"Medea, please step aside for a moment." Ask ordered.
"Yeah." Medea naturally knew how difficult it was to deal with the prison guard, so she planned to leave quietly.
As a result, as soon as I took half a step away from the team, the instrument on the opposite side started buzzing and screaming.
The faces of the prison guards beside the instrument suddenly changed. They drew their swords and quickly glanced around.
Then it quickly fell on Medea. There was no way, her long wine-red hair was too conspicuous, like a red-crowned crane among chickens.
Without any hesitation, three jailers leaned forward and rushed over like lightning. The knight captain Antonio approached from the left first, slashing at her calf with his long sword; another man circled from the right, blocking her retreat; the third man drew his pistol and fired several shots at her head and chest.
If it were the old Medea, she would have been in a panic facing this kind of attack. However, she had been tortured by Ask in the past six months, so her body moved without thinking.
He turned to the left to dodge the bullet and activated his desire ability to interfere with the shooting. The gun-wielding knight on the opposite side wanted to make up for the shot, but suddenly he saw stars and his blood boiled, like a stag in heat, and completely lost his normal reason.
She stepped to the left again, and the knight captain Antonio, who was drawing his sword on the right, missed. The knight on the left who was blocking the retreat had no time to draw his sword and could only punch her in the chest.
Medea threw a backhand punch, but her slender white arm seemed as fragile as an egg hitting a stone in front of the opponent's steel-wrapped fist.
The two fists collided, and as expected, she was the first to step back in pain due to the lack of force. However, a fire snake suddenly appeared at the place where the fists collided, circling around the arm of the Prisoner Knight, and in an instant it rushed to his face, gathered, compressed, and then exploded.