Three Hundred and Twenty-Five Dangers

A Boeing 707 painted in pale blue flames landed slowly at the airport outside Serris. Two escorting MiG-21 fighter jets roared across the sky before disappearing into the distant sky.

At the airport, officials from the diplomatic service stood aside friendly, waiting for the Boeing 707 to stabilize its huge body.

There are more than a dozen planes on standby or ready to take off at the airport, and Airland Hill's air traffic is now very convenient and reliable.

The depressing air accidents of World War II have all but disappeared, and air travel has become another trendy option for the wealthy.

Because the speed is fast, saves time, and the various services in the plane are also very good, which makes the nobles more respectful of this expensive way of travel.

After all, the price of hundreds of gold coins for a ticket is still unaffordable for ordinary people.

"Miss Vivian... The Serris International Airport has arrived." In the spacious cabin of the Boeing 707 airliner that Ireland Hill gave to Grecon, the flight attendant who went to serve Grecon gently reminded. road.

Vivian opened her eyes, then looked curiously at the airport outside the porthole next to her, and said in disbelief, "It's much bigger..."

Serris International Airport has a lot of runways and a brand new terminal building. The old and new terminals stand side by side, looking magnificent and breathtaking.

This airport, which had never been so huge the last time, has become even bigger in just one month.

This is no joke, the speed of construction has really exceeded everyone's imagination. You must know that Bellevue and Galenoch have accumulated over a thousand years to be so huge and prosperous, but Serris seems to have been established overnight.

This speed is shocking and enviable. Even during the war, the construction of the core area of ​​Alan Hill did not stop, but started to get faster and faster.

"Welcome to Seris!" Standing under the gangway of the plane to greet Vivian, was an official from the Foreign Office of Alan Hill. He was wearing a neat uniform and elegantly stretched out his hand to greet Vivian who was wearing a mask. Vianne made a please gesture.

Vivian was not polite. After all, she had a combat mission this time. The safety of Emperor Alan Hill must be guaranteed, and any attacks against Chris must be stopped in time.

Following behind Vivian, one after another was the senior magician of Grecon. It is not the first time that these tall, short, fat and thin magicians have come to Alan Hill.

So I am very familiar with it.

However, when they got into the new car made by Ireland Hill, they still felt that they were unfamiliar with the city.

The high-rise buildings that have been erected, but have not yet been completed, have turned the city of Seris into something they don't know.

"Damn it, the last time I came, there weren't so many high-rise buildings, right?" Sitting in the back of the car, the chubby female magician looked around depressedly, not believing that she had been here before.

After all, he had visited many cities, and most of these cities had not changed in the past hundred years.

Under the influence of this habitual cognition, Alan Hill's great changes made her feel extremely novel.

"Damn it, I don't even remember where I was last time, the unstable god puppet I destroyed." The thin and dry old man hugged his magic wand, leaned against the back of the car and said, "Old Really old!"

In the first car headed, Vivian's brows became more and more frowning. She felt the strong magical atmosphere permeating the city. These unnatural magical atmospheres made her very sure of one thing: there is a huge and unstable artificially gathered magical energy that exists in this city.

In other words, Vivian felt that the god puppet she was afraid of might be in Seris City, the capital of Alan Hill.

This is definitely not good news, at least not for Vivienne.

The other party did not start immediately after arriving at Seris, there must be some conspiracy.

The second reason also annoyed her: if the two sides fought in Seris City, the destructive power of the puppet was no joke. It is very likely that even if the god puppet is finally suppressed, the entire city of Serris is no different from the ruins.

Those bastards of the damn puppet empire, don't they know that this bottomless attempt is joking about the safety of the whole world?

Feeling a little suffocated, Vivian rolled down the car window on her side, letting the air in, with a pleasant cool breeze. It's already autumn and the weather is far less hot.

What a great time for a BBQ. Vivian remembered the barbecue she ate at Seris last time, and suddenly swallowed.

What she didn't know was that on the beach in the far-flung Ferry City, in the salt pan, the sappers of Ellen Hill were holding flamethrowers and grilling minced meat stained with black blood.

The scene was really disgusting, and many soldiers got anorexia because of the task of dealing with the demon's body.

While thinking wildly, Vivian felt danger for a moment - the closer she got to the most heavily defended castle in Alan Hill, the more she felt the disturbing danger approaching her.

It was a suffocating experience, she had to narrow her eyes, and before the car came to a stop, she pushed open the door. Before the car stopped, she had already dodged and rushed towards the castle, while raising a floating magic circle under her feet, Vivian made a carefully scattered gesture to her companions behind her.

The enemy is in Serris Castle! This is something Vivian has already felt! What made her even more desperate was that the alarm was not sounded here, and the Alan Hill Grenadiers stationed around the castle were still not in a state of fighting at all.

"Miss Vivian! Who are you?" The officials of the foreign affairs department opened the car door and got out of the car at this time. They looked at Vivian, who had already jumped up to the crenel of the castle wall in surprise, and stretched out a hand to panic. shouted.

At the same time, the No. 1 puppet T800, who had been standing behind Chris since the day he was born, suddenly raised his head and looked at the window with a smiling face.

The No. 2 puppet seemed to have received some instructions, and suddenly took a step forward, blocking Chris behind him, and then a huge magical defense barrier lit up on his chest.