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A few minutes ago.
Inside the ruins, within the force field of the shield generator.
"Lord Haleem, this is the second-to-last signal flare. From launching once every hour to today launching once every three hours, there is still no sign of rescue from the outside."
A Second Level Liquidized Wizard reported while licking his dry lips.
"We still have so food, but the water is about to run out."
Although under the dual shield of the shield generator and the isolation Witch Array, they perfectly avoided the unknown terror and danger within the ruins, the problem is, they can’t last much longer.
"The energy of the shield generator is also low. To achieve optimal effect, it has been running at full capacity, so it can only last three more days." A hoarse voice echoed.
This was also a Second Level Liquidized Wizard from the Federation chanical Research Institute, who fiddled with the shield generator, looking grim.
"Has the Federation abandoned us?"
"No, but it’s likely the rescue team encountered the sa problem as us." The major from the exploration team shook his head and said.
"But the result is the sa, isn’t it? We won’t receive any aid!"
"Damn goblins, damn monsters!" A young wizard was visibly losing control of his emotions.
He had been in this less-than-thirty-square-ter area for a whole week.
"Lord Haleem, should we try to break out?"
The major turned to Haleem, the highest-ranking person present.
"Do you think we haven’t tried? We’ve attempted twice before eting you, and besides losing personnel, we lost a lot of supplies. Otherwise, we could have held out longer."
Another wizard answered for the pondering Haleem.
"Wait one more day. If there is no help by tomorrow, we’ll give it a try." Haleem ca back from his thoughts and said.
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At the sa ti.
Rein and his team hurried toward the direction where the signal flare just appeared.
But perhaps due to just killing that strange chanical Land Bird patrol team, in less than three minutes, Rein and the others encountered two more patrol teams.
"The frequency of appearances is increasing."
"The second ti was after a minute and a half, this ti, about forty seconds." Rein said solemnly.
"No matter how many of these things co, it’s a one-second job." Terrio seed unconcerned.
"Terrio, you didn’t get what Lord Rein ant. What he ant is..."
Just as Hernandez was speaking, suddenly, there was a heavy tal collision sound from the front.
"Bang! Bang!"
This collision sound was entirely different from the previous clattering, and the ground began to tremble slightly.
"Looks like so big guy is coming."
"Hernandez, is this what you were about to say?" Sword Saint Terrio looked ahead and slowly drew his Longsword.
"No, I ant there should be sothing here directing these goblin corpses’ actions." Hernandez shook his head and said.
"Huh? This... This is a prototype!"
Suddenly, Hernandez’s eyes widened, looking at the massive chanical figure erging from the smoke, shocked.
Rein looked carefully and saw that the opponent was a huge humanoid demon statue about twenty ters tall, but its style was distinct from the Valziger School’s Destroyer.
Its arms lacked hands, with each ending in three dark cannon barrels, and more conspicuous was its chest center, which was outfitted with six big, bulky cannon barrels resembling a Gatling gun.
But each of these barrel’s diaters was the size of a human fist, clearly, this was a killing machine.
"Prototype? Is it the gigantic demon statue Haleem controlled upon entering here?" Terrio, who was about to make a move, paused and said.
Because previous intelligence showed Haleem had brought a prototype, a gigantic demon statue excavated and repaired from another goblin ruin, into this place.
If the prototype has appeared, could it be Haleem’s brain has been overtaken by the strange black bugs just now?
Or perhaps, he still is in a safe zone but unable to get out?
For a mont, Sword Saint Terrio did not take the initiative to make a move.
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