The Bloodthirsty explosion triggered a heavy firelight, easily shattering the windows along the way. Flames surged into the Fortress of the Morning Wind, burning the carpet and curtains together, ancient paintings turning to ashes in the fire.

Strong winds rushed through the wind channel behind the walls, dense whistling overlapping together, like a grand symphony. In this passionate and winding tune, the ancient castle endured the test of history.

Vasilina and Aimou held each other, lowering their bodies, relying on the fallen long table behind them as cover. Fragments from the explosion were nailed into the thick tabletop.

After the hot flow of fire, Aimou helped Vasilina stand up. At this moment, both of them were covered in a layer of ash, looking dirty and messy.

Vasilina coughed a few times, even though she wasn't affected by the explosion, the intense impact was still unpleasant. With the surge of Ether, a blue light trace appeared on Vasilina's body. The addition of Extraordinary Power made her feel much better.

Aimou, however, remained in her usual state. Under the Steel Body state, with her body's strength, unless facing the explosion directly, such impact had little effect on Aimou.

Aimou cautiously observed the surroundings, "Is it the Night Race attacking?"

"Other than those lunatics, there should be no one else," Vasilina frowned, "But how could it be so smooth?"

Vasilina didn't understand how this magnificent castle group standing at the edge could be breached so easily.

"Stop thinking about those for now!"

Aimou fumbled blindly over the shard-covered ground, rummaging through boxes.

"What are you doing?"

Vasilina suspiciously looked at Aimou. Now Aimou's actions were very much like looting, searching for any valuables within the Fortress of the Morning Wind.

"Silverware! As Extraordinary nobles, the Clarks family should have quite a few silver items, right?"

Aimou said, raising a candlestick, carefully rubbing its surface, wiping off dust, revealing a bright silver sheen.

"Found it!"

She excitedly waved the silver candlestick. Vasilina understood Aimou's purpose and immediately joined Aimou's search, trying to find more silverware before the enemy arrived.

"Exactly, there must be many silverwares here, let's search more!"

Vasilina recalled the history of the Fortress of the Morning Wind. In times earlier than the Dawn War, the Night Race had many conflicts with it. To prevent various crises, the Clarks family forged many silverware. Even if no crisis comes, this counts as a form of accumulation of wealth, nothing bad about it.

Monster roars came from the corridor. Aimou raised her hand, signaling Vasilina to stop. Aimou tightly grasped the silver candlestick, intricate mechanical noise sounding from beneath her shell, like a wind-up machine ready to unleash a killing blow.

The flickering firelight cast a menacing shadow. He smelled the scent of the living, approaching the corridor. At the moment of turning, the silver candlestick quickly reached out, like a whipping silver lash.

In an instant, the Bloodthirsty creature's terrifying head exploded into a mass of foul blood. The agitated blood came into contact with the silverware, making a piercing sound of strong acid corrosion. But this time, it wasn't the silverware being corroded, it was the blood itself.

The vigorous blood wriggled, evaporated. On the severed surface of the Bloodthirsty head, flesh turned into dead gray and black, with no vitality left, completely collapsing.

"Watch out!"

Vasilina shouted as Aimou smashed the head of this Bloodthirsty. Another Bloodthirsty crawled in from the collapsed wall.

From the cabinet, they found a decorative silver tray. The sturdy metal in Vasilina's hands was like clay, easily twisted into shape, turning into a simple silver fist guard tightly clinging to her fist.

Vasilina stepped forward, causing a slight tremor in the ground. Then she almost appeared suddenly in front of another Bloodthirsty, using the silverware on her fist, she hit the Bloodthirsty in the chest.

The Bloodthirsty stood dazedly in place, chest slightly sunken. The mighty impact penetrated layers of flesh and the Alchemy Armor beneath, crushing internal organs, shattering bones, then the whole back exploded. Shredded flesh mixed with foul blood sprayed everywhere.

Vasilina took a deep breath, her heart racing. Even as a Condenser, her cardiopulmonary function remained poor.

More footsteps approached. At the end of the corridor, Vasilina saw those grotesque figures, different from the Bloodthirsty she just killed. They carried unfamiliar alchemy devices. Out of caution, Vasilina did not rashly attack.

Another figure passed by Vasilina.

"I think this job is great everywhere, except it's difficult to maintain elegance at all times."

Aimou took off her coat, revealing her Second Skin. Dim flames reflected on the smooth Second Skin. She seemed like a dolphin leaping from the darkness.

"I'll go first,"

Aimou said to Vasilina.

This was taught to her by Bologue. As a Steel Body, she had enough trial and error cost to pave the way for her flesh-and-blood teammates.

Aimou didn't give Vasilina time to respond. She strode forward, raising her right hand. Complicated mechanical structures began to rotate. A crack extended from her palm to her wrist, and then a sharp blade protruded from it. As the crack closed, the blade locked firm in her palm.

Since Bologue's suggestion, Aimou had been trying to modify herself. This emergency blade was one such modification.

More importantly, this blade was considered part of Aimou's body. That means Aimou's Secret Power·Shared Chord Body could also take effect on it.

Aimou's pace gradually increased, eventually sprinting hard. The Bloodthirsty approached head-on, both like charging bulls.

In the instant before contact, Aimou suddenly leaped to the side, stepping on the wall to jump diagonally and leaping over the head of the Bloodthirsty.

Aimou kicked off the ceiling again, like a guillotine falling, the blade precisely hit the Bloodthirsty's head, penetrating down to the neck vertebra.

One hit, kill guaranteed.

The Bloodthirsty's body went limp, but with its death, the alchemy device was triggered, and its raging blood boiled uncontrollably.

In an instant, the already robust body of the Bloodthirsty swelled a few more sizes; Aimou sensed the crisis, but in this narrow space, she had no time to dodge.

Vasilina tried to rescue Aimou, but everything was too late. Blazing flames rose at the end of the corridor, the roar of the explosion deafening, and the oncoming heatwave forced Vasilina to the ground.

After the impact and smoke cleared, Vasilina scrambled up, seeing only the gray-black ruins, and further away, more Bloodthirsty standing up again from the aftershocks of the explosion.

"Aimou..."

Vasilina called softly, her sorrow was cut short by a familiar voice.

"I'm here!"

A vague phantom walked out of the rubble, and with the dissolution of the Shared Chord Body, Aimou's body materialized, reconstructing among the golden trails of light.

Relying on the penetration ability of the Shared Chord Body, with no Ethereum Mutual Exclusion obstructions, Aimou could move freely through the building.

"The explosion should have been caused by these guys!"

Aimou cautiously confronted the Bloodthirsty; even if they could be easily killed, their death still caused severe destruction.

If they didn't escape quickly, the exploding flames would consume them.

Aimou could evade the blast shockwaves using the Shared Chord Body's swift traversal, but Vasilina clearly couldn't. Upon simple observation, Aimou noticed Vasilina's fatigue.

They were not suitable to continue tangling with the Bloodthirsty. Neither Aimou nor Vasilina was adept at frontal confrontation, and those responsible for the frontal battlefield were now missing.

Aimou stopped complaining, realizing that with Bologue's temperament, there was no need for the enemy to find him; he would seek them out himself. The guy was probably fighting joyously now.

"We're leaving this place," Aimou hurried to Vasilina's side, grabbing her, "You know this place; where should we go?"

Several options flashed through Vasilina's mind. She hesitated slightly, saying, "You need to take refuge; I have something to do."

Aimou asked, "What is it?"

"These Night Race ones have only one goal, to tear up the ," Vasilina analyzed, "I need to see it with my own eyes. You take refuge; I'm going to the Wind Cellar."

Aimou tried to stop Vasilina, "Are you crazy?"

Vasilina said, "You are guests, but I am not. I am part of this place."

Aimou held onto Vasilina; after a brief internal debate, she made a decision, "I'm going with you."

"There's no need for you to take such risks."

Vasilina shook her head. After all, they had only known each other for a few days, not enough to risk life and limb for.

"No, no, it's necessary," Aimou and Vasilina analyzed the situation, "You're Palmer's fiancée; Palmer is Bologue's partner..."

Aimou didn't continue speaking; she summed up simply and crudely, "Helping you is like helping myself!"

"Huh?"

Before Vasilina could continue speaking, Aimou moved behind her and embraced her waist. Vasilina was much taller than Aimou, making Aimou look like a child pleading.

"I was quite resistant to this before... although still a bit uncomfortable now, there's no choice!"

Aimou spoke words Vasilina couldn't understand, "People have to try to change, right? Like accepting others!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Get ready, the next feeling will be a bit strange!"

Aimou responded to Vasilina with action. Golden trails of light enveloped Vasilina's body, and various strange sensations lingered in Vasilina's mind.

"Take a deep breath; it's normal to feel a bit strange!"

Aimou's energetic voice sounded, but this time, it echoed directly in Vasilina's mind.

The Canyin trails covered Vasilina's body, overlapping with her Alchemy Matrix, and cheerful voices echoed by her ears.

"Now it's Invincible Iron Fist Mode!"

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