Magic Industrial Age

Lord Dorji Petrovich, clearly a truly ruthless person, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself!

He really was here alone, acting as the biggest bait, luring Baron Marquis to attack, thereby stepping into the trap he had carefully set up.

Of course, no matter how ruthless he was, he wasn't prepared to lose his life here.

So, he prepared a teleportation scroll early on and quickly left at a critical moment.

However, the landing point chosen by this teleportation scroll wasn't very good.

At this moment, Oliveira and Gary Mills almost instinctively lowered their bodies and shrank back into the spire, then couldn't help but look at each other.

The information exchanged in their eyes was also clear: should we pretend we didn't see it?

Or should we pretend we didn't see it?

Or should we pretend we didn't see it?

This one's methods are too ruthless, and they've seen too much. If he holds a grudge, who knows when they'll be given the cold shoulder!

However, just as the two were communicating with their eyes, they suddenly discovered that it seemed like one person was missing from this spire.

Gary opened his mouth: "Where's Loy?"

Oliveira blankly: "Yes, where is she?"

The two almost stood up at the same time and looked down, only to see Loy already standing in front of Dorji with a sword and a gun.

Below the spire, Loy and Dorji confronted each other, neither of them speaking immediately, but looking at each other, sizing each other up.

They had never met each other, but with just one glance, they could recognize each other.

Loy bowed: "Greetings, Lord!"

"You are Loy Royfetz?"

"I am!"

Dorji straightened his body and began to tidy his clothes, groom his hair, and straighten his back.

His condition wasn't good. There were traces of smoke and fire on his body, and there was a sword wound on his thigh, with flesh turned out and blood dripping.

But this did not affect his executive officer's composure.

"So, the people Baron Marquis sent to you have been dealt with?"

Loy also nodded: "Three transcendents came, two died and one lost an arm. I have to thank you for the reminder, which allowed me to prepare.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it would have been more troublesome."

Dorji took a deep look at Loy and asked: "Just a little more troublesome?"

Loy emphasized his tone and replied: "Just a little!"

"I didn't misjudge you, but what do you intend to do by blocking me now?"

Loy smiled: "There are some things I haven't figured out, so I want to ask!"

Dorji smiled disdainfully: "You want to ask, and I have to answer? Are you overestimating yourself?"

Loy said: "What if we add them?"

Then, another figure fell from the sky and landed behind Loy.

He stood there, his aura held back, which made Dorji's expression stiffen.

What made him even more helpless was that a long spear protruded from the spire. Although no one showed up,

Dorji knew who that person was and didn't dare to act rashly.

After a pause, he asked: "How did you find this place?"

Loy pointed to the spire: "Would you believe me if I said it was purely because this place is suitable for watching the battle, and it was a coincidence?"

Dorji was silent for a moment before saying: "I believe it because I chose this teleportation point alone, and no one else knows.

So, what do you want to ask, ask away?"

Loy narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm very curious, why do you want to kill me?

Once with Wooley Aaron, once on the day of the God-given Festival, and once on Bird Guano Island..."

"Counting them all, you've tried to take my life three times, but later, you actually had Miller Petrovich remind me,

I just can't figure this out!"

"Just for this?"

"Just for this. Don't laugh at me, Lord. I'm always being targeted, and I can't sleep or eat in peace. I have to figure it out."

"That makes sense!"

Dorji pondered slightly before opening his mouth: "Actually, I wasn't aware of the Wooley Aaron incident.

However, I authorized him to acquire and suppress the Marquis family's industries.

Because I had to put pressure on Baron Marquis through the continuous suppression of the old nobles, and also make the entire city of Auckland submit to my power."

"You acquired Maruna Marquis's industries, causing Wooley's plan to fail. He was afraid of my punishment, so he had to take the risk."

"However, I knew about the second time. Merri Aaron came to me, and I agreed to let him take action.

The reason is simple: I was deceived by Baron Marquis and thought you were a member of the Twilight Hermits.

So, rather than keeping you as a thorn in my side, it's better to remove you directly."

Loy pondered slightly and asked again: "Is it because Earl Raymond is also a member of the Twilight Hermits?"

"Nine out of ten old nobles are, and he arranged you to come to Auckland, so I had to suspect.

Baron Marquis used my suspicion to do a little guiding."

"In fact, Baron Marquis drove the pirates, and the reason he wanted to create the appearance of killing you that time, but ultimately wanted to let you go,

was to have you complain to Earl Raymond, in the hope that Earl Raymond would give him more help."

"However, he messed up, and I messed up too, and I didn't realize this at the time,

so there was a third attack on Bird Guano Island."

"However, later I saw your actions, spending money, acquiring shares, and even setting up a magic-powered mechanical factory yourself...

These actions could never have been done by the Twilight Hermits, and that's why I realized it."

"As a remedy, before this killing game, I sent Miller to warn you."

"I don't want you to die in this chaos. I think you can have a greater impact."

Loy smiled, but the smile didn't have much warmth: "Then I have to thank you?"

"The machine you made, the magic-powered hammer forging machine, I saw it, it's very good, very good. I've already submitted it to the cabinet through official channels.

Maybe you will get a large number of orders from the military, isn't that enough?"

"Actually, it's enough!"

Loy nodded and said: "I have one last question."

"You say?"

"What you're doing, summoning demons in Auckland, even directly shelling, will kill many people."

"Many, many people will suffer an innocent disaster. Do you really not care at all?"

Dorji looked at Loy's eyes as if he were looking at an idiot: "For the glory of the empire, for the promotion of magic-powered machinery, sacrifice is inevitable."

"When necessary, even I can die!"

"But you still ran away. Why didn't you die there?"

"Are you kidding me? Can my life be the same as those people's lives? I have made contributions to the empire, and I have made contributions to the royal family.

Everything I do is to practice the will of His Majesty the great Emperor."

Lord Dorji looked at Loy, his eyes becoming more and more strange: "I thought you were a smart person before, but now I see that you are actually an idealist."

Loy also smiled: "I have to admit that this question was a bit stupid."

"Okay, I've given you the answer you wanted. Now, leave."

"No, there's still one thing that's not over."

Loy looked directly at Lord Dorji, all the joking, scolding, and cynicism on his face disappeared, and all the misanthropic disappeared.

Only seriousness remained: "I'm the kind of person who respects others a foot if they respect me an inch, and I have to get back at people if they offend me once."

"You tried to kill me three times, but you also reminded me once. There was malice and kindness, so let's have a duel."

"You and I, no one else interferes. If you win, I'll let you leave."

Dorji only felt that there was a problem with his ears: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'll duel with you. If you win, I'll let you go!"

Loy repeated it again, Dorji was stunned, and then burst out laughing: "Hahahaha..."

The laughter spread far away, but in the next second, he completely restrained himself, with no trace of a smile on his face, only coldness remained.

"I'm a little injured, but I'm still a third-tier transcendent. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Loy hadn't spoken yet, but Oliveira grabbed him, saying nothing, but his eyes had already made everything clear.

If he really wanted to kill, he would do it!

But Loy also looked back at him and said: "This is my decision, trust me!"

Oliveira took a deep breath, let go of his hand, and even took a step back.

And Loy looked at Dorji again: "I know what I'm saying, and I know what I'm doing.

So, I'll fight you. If you win, you can leave, and our grudges will be cleared."

"If you lose, I'll give you a death befitting an imperial hero!"

The corners of Dorji's mouth twitched, but looking at Loy's eyes, he finally nodded: "That's fine, but if I win, this is not over."

"Whatever!"

"Then let's begin."

"Begin!"

At this point, there was nothing more to say, so Dorji raised his fist, and a strange aura gathered there.

There was no specific form, but you could feel a force filling his fists, enough to split monuments and shatter gold and iron.

Loy took a deep breath, shook his sword, and Mach rings extended layer by layer, turning into a humming sword cry.

The magic patterns on the Fury in his left hand lit up, the crystals shimmering, as if smoke was spreading.

But this wasn't over yet!

Dong dong!

Dong dong!

Dong dong!

A violent heartbeat came, like a drum, or like a giant beast stepping on the ground, and ripples spread outward from Loy as the core, and an inexplicable pressure permeated the air.

Secret Holy Technique: God's Sigh · Behemoth Heartbeat!

Loy finally took out his trump card. These days, the rapid growth of pure fighting spirit was enough to support him to use this talent and fight for a while.

This time, he will truly go all out.