The chaos under the wall lights continued to spread out, and the entire airship was boiling like a pot of boiling water. The rebels who came to the edge of the Purple Green Mountains between Sloit and Salta completely unveiled the last veil on their faces, revealing their true nature.

Ruka swung the double-edged axe vigorously, blessing the "petified skin" body with the arrows shot in a mess. The arrows flying in the narrow space could not be avoided at all. Ruka was wearing iron breastplate, and this light steel armor wrapped around the joints and vital parts of his body. Other areas with thick skin and flesh were covered with a few arrows, he didn't care.

Only a strong bow can bring the thick flesh of the feather arrows. The "petified skin" on his body makes the feather arrows only pierce the arrows into his flesh. The stinging pain makes Luka's eyes red. Wherever his sight reaches, the two-blade axe landing. Every time his eyes extend further into the corridor, the rebel soldiers couldn't help but take a few steps back in a hurry.

Perhaps because of the chaos, they lost their only patience, some crew members had raised their machetes and slashed towards the crowd that was rushing out of the deck, and the shaky steel knife stabbed into the chest of a middle-aged businessman.

The middle-aged businessman opened his mouth wide and looked at the scimitar that was penetrated through his chest in disbelief. His eyes were filled with despair. He grew up but was unable to say anything. He looked at the silent starry sky outside the cabin door with endless nostalgia, and his body fell forward.

A group of rebel crew members who broke in from outside quickly blocked the exit of the corridor to the deck, led by the captain with a cold face and slender eyes.

Without any unnecessary words, these rebels once appeared, they suppressed bloodily in the cruelest way.

The young captain with a gorgeous and eye-catching captain's hat, with a ruthless coldness in his eyes, and a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth. Looking at the chaotic scene in the cabin corridor, he just frowned slightly, and looked at a female passenger who was running towards him in a hurry. His left hand touched his waist without any hesitation, and he pulled out the long sword from his waist like lightning.

The Western sword in his hand was like a spiritual snake spitting a letter, with a trace of residual marks, piercing into the eyebrows of the female passenger. The fear on the woman's face frozen on her face, and her pupils had not completely dissipated. The young captain raised his foot and kicked her to the ground. His face was coldly stepped on the twitching body of the female passenger, and stretched out his pale and slender index finger at me and Luka, and he pointed out his finger from his mouth:

"Kill them for me, right away!"

Behind him, four strong rebel soldiers were pouring out at the same time. Each rebel soldiers only carried barbed gloves in their hands. Facing the crowd surging like a tide, they waved their huge and strong iron fists, knocking every retreating passenger to the ground, regardless of life or death.

In an instant, a bloody road broke out in this narrow corridor, and more than a dozen rebel crew members rushed in from the deck were moving upstream.

After seeing the young captain, the rebels who were mixed in the crowd and were surrounded by the crowd, their faces turned pale. They forced themselves to stop in the crowd, turned around and looked painful and cruel and ferocious, gritted their teeth and stabbed the person behind them to death, then lowered their bodies and pressed them against the passenger's body with their shoulders, and never dared to retreat again...

The faces of more than 20 rebels mixed in the crowd in the entire corridor caught the passengers of the ship who wanted to rush to the deck to avoid disaster. They did not expect that the crew members who were fleeing outside like themselves because they were afraid of the mad cow, and at this moment, they stabbed the scimitar into their chests with a hideous face.

For a moment, the entire corridor became a cruel battlefield of purgatory. Most of the unprepared civilians and noble passengers were killed at this moment. The remaining people, some resisted or some escaped, but where can they escape in such a narrow corridor?

The passengers who fled in panic were chased and killed one by one by the rebel crew members holding scimitars and died tragically in the corridor.

This cruel scene happened in front of me, and it was only a few breaths. Before the tauren Luka even understood what was going on in front of me, the scimitar from a fat man was splashed with blood. He stared at his eyes and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood stains on his face, turning his head in disbelief to look at me.

"Ao..."

Turning his head and roared at the cold rebel crew members, he let out an angry roar.

...

Among the passengers, there were always several soldiers from warriors. The Green Empire advocated governing the country by martial arts. Almost all adult men had served in the military service. There were several quick-responsive people in the corridor who were not attacked and killed by the rebel crew at the first time. After reacting, they quickly took out their weapons and posed in defensive postures to fight with the rebel crew members who were hiding over.

The young captain held a slender Western sword in his hand, and rushed towards me and Luka almost for a moment under the escort of four confidants.

In the corridor behind us, all the space was blocked by Moraya's thorn vines, and we had no choice but to retreat at this moment.

After the ice explosion, the room that was originally imprisoned by Princess Shaelli and Sophie spewed out cold ice chips. It seemed that the two magic traps I arranged in the room had been triggered. It is conceivable that the "Frost Nova" would cover the entire room with frost.

The retreat has been completely blocked.

I didn't expect that these rebels would definitely dare to openly kill these passengers on this airship. It seems that their strength is much stronger than I expected. It seems that they are very confident that they can fully control the entire airship, so they can be so unscrupulous?

Decisively unfolded a "magic catalytic" scroll from my arms. As the spell in my mouth was spit out quickly, the scroll actually transformed into a light blue magical brilliance in my hands, completely covering me. These magical brilliances made the magic elements in my body suddenly become extremely restless. The blue magical brilliance penetrated into my skin, making my skin covered with star marks.

I could clearly feel the magic elements floating in the surrounding space. I was attracted by the light blue magic light on my skin bit by bit and kept condensed to me. At this moment, I felt the magic elements around my body become thicker. I looked at my hands and realized the restless magic power in my body. The magic vortex in my lower abdomen became much faster, and the magic power in my body became more abundant.

This is not the first time I have used the "Magic Catalytic" reel. When I ambushed the barbarian warrior again in the last winter, I accidentally met another barbarian team and rushed over to support me in time. At the most crisis, I used this "Magic Catalytic" reel.

The three-sided ice shield on his body kept spinning around him. He was wearing a light armor, his skin was covered with gray rock texture, and there was a faint wind circle under his feet. There were a few messy arrows on his arms and thighs. Afterwards, he wiped them all down by him.

Of course, the rebels would not be afraid of such a somewhat reckless tauren. They were afraid of Ruka because they blessed magical skills.

In my opinion, the Taurus warrior will exert its maximum power without defending against any attack method of the opponent, and any move will become extremely pale under absolute power.

The passengers standing in the pool of blood were only seven people left after the rebel crew members, and they were injured to varying degrees.

Among them was a cobbler holding a skinning knife. A long cut was cut by a machete on his face, and the blood had already covered his eyes. However, even so, the skinning knife in his hand was still very stable. However, from the posture of his holding the knife, I could easily see that he must be a cobbler. Judging from his valuable leather armor, he must have a small family property. A sewing man who lives such a wealthy life should at least be an intermediate sewing man!

There were two noble young knights in dresses, back to back, holding Roman swords in their hands, and retreating.

There was also an assassin who held a short dagger in both hands and flexibly shuttled through the crowd. Every time he could use his physical flexibility to avoid the attacks of the rebels at the most critical moment. Unfortunately, he was a little unable to use his ability to perform in the narrow corridor space.

The remaining three passengers, two women and one man, formed a small group. The middle-aged man held a door panel that was temporarily removed as a shield to cover the two young women behind him. The door panel was covered with traces of knife and axe chopping. However, he had to thank the airship owner for decorating the previous airship owner, each cabin door was made of indigo wood, which was very strong. The two women hiding behind the middle-aged man were not idle. There were small crossbows in their hands, constantly shooting at the rebels rushing towards them.

An iron fist covered with sharp barbs slammed hard on the door panel. The young rebel captain's follower had arrived. He had almost no fancy moves. His heavy steps were accompanied by a heavy punch, directly knocking the middle-aged man carrying the door panel back several steps.

The middle-aged man hit the woman behind him, and the two women fell back and sat down, and the crossbows on their arms were shot in the air at this moment.

Judging from his breathing, pace and fist strength, this rebel should have the strength of a third- and fourth-level warrior.

The rebel soldier took another step forward without stopping, and another iron fist hit the door panel again. A huge force made the door panel directly hit the middle-aged man's chest. The middle-aged man's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the door panel red.

The third punch of the rebel soldier arrived as scheduled, and he directly smashed the door panel that was about to fall apart with one punch.

Just as the rebel soldiers wanted to smash the middle-aged man's head directly, a thick hand stretched out like lightning from behind the middle-aged man and firmly grasped the rebel soldiers' iron fist.

The tauren Luka appeared in time and rescued the middle-aged man at the most critical moment. Luka kept grabbing one of the rebel soldiers' hands and pulled him into his arms. Then he hit the rebel soldiers hard in the chest, and the rebel soldiers' other iron fist hit Ruka's chest without reservation.

The tauren Ruka flipped the wrists of the rebel soldiers and threw him on the wall of the corridor like a sack. Finally, he did not forget to say: "Good fight!"

It was indeed very good to fight, and it could break a ice shield on Ruka's body. With the petrified skin, Ruka's front chest was so bloody that it was so domineering.

However, the rebel soldier was not as lucky as Ruka, because his wrist was caught by Ruka at the first time, and was controlled by Ruka. Finally, he was thrown on the wall by Ruka. When he landed on the floor, his neck was already broken.

But at this moment, the tauren Luka, who was standing in front of the middle-aged man, had a series of light blue water elemental auras. With the crisp and pleasant sound of "Swishy" the light of "Swishy" appeared on Luka's body...

At the same time, what appeared on the faces of other rebel soldiers were hopeless eyes.
Chapter completed!