Why is this happening?

Immediately behind the Oath Knight and the black-haired wizard, McAfee, the deserter of the Broken Mountain Fortress, wielded the halberd with all his might, the old halberd blades still sharp as a battle axe, tearing open the bodies of one "mutant monster" after another, shattering their skulls and chests, and tearing the rotten flesh out of their bodies.

Consciousness seemed to be torn apart, and all I could see in front of me was a pitch-black halberd blade and plasma flying in my sight!

Trying his best to follow the Oath Knight over the snowy mountains, and escape from the icy hell where he wanted to die by himself to the land of fine wine all year round, isn't it just that he hopes to get ahead in the stable south and never have to fight monsters again? Why......

Why do you want to let yourself get into such a bad thing?!

The halberd tore open a piece of bright red rotten flesh, and McAfee, who gritted his teeth with hatred, kicked the fanatic who opened his mouth to pounce on him into the air, and swept the halberd backwards, and the howling "mutant monster" was instantly cut in half, but it did not stop the madman who rushed up from the front.

"Poof——!

The gray-blue sword swept in front of him, and with precision it tore the madman's head in two, and blood mixed with brain pulp gushed out, drenching McAfee's entire face.

It was salty, pungent, and smelled of rancidity, like being poured on the face by a night pot.

"Phew!"

The resentful "deserter" spat out the brains that flowed into his mouth, rolled to dodge the fanatic believer who pounced down from mid-air, and the halberd in his hand accurately struck the fanatic's spine at the moment when the opponent landed!

Damn, shit, shit! I came to Byrne to drink wine in the manor, not like a bunch of crazy people punching each other's brains out of each other - then why am I leaving Broken Mountain?!

The crazy battle continued, and the sound of fighting in the hall still showed no signs of stopping - the fanatical believers who were corrupted by the "Holy Blood Elixir" gradually lost their last remaining human form with repeated "death", and their bodies became more and more distorted, leaving only the last remnant, the most primitive "desire to kill".

Stiffness, numbness, madness... But the roar that resounded through the hall did not stop for a moment, and there was not a moment of delay, and the smashed-up fanatics got up again, carrying their bodies that had become a pile of broken flesh and bones and threw themselves at the three people who were surrounded on the main altar.

No matter how many times you are killed, no matter how many times you repeat your death, the same scene is still repeated, playing a bright red waltz with flesh and blood.

The icy "bright star" stirred up a bright red blood flower;

The gray-blue sword decapitated one fanatic believer after another;

The pitch-black halberd smashed all the flesh that was still wriggling;

The fight doesn't stop, the fight doesn't stop... What was originally just a "Holy Blood Elixir" that could constantly repair wounds has become a monster that can instantly deprive the user of their sanity, allowing them to get up again and pounce on the nearest living creature in the vicinity under any circumstances!

McAfee didn't understand this, he only knew that he really wanted to cut the culprit who had killed him so badly with a thousand knives, a thousand pieces, a broken body and ashes, and then ten thousand feet on his grave!

Farnessc... It's all because of this guy, it's all because of himself that he has to fight this group of crazy people... Before I cut him alive, I must live!

"Bell ——!"

With a crisp sound, the halberd in McAfee's hand disintegrated and broke in two!

"Cut!" pulled the corners of his mouth in annoyance, and the "deserter" directly threw the broken long rod forward, and casually pulled out the sword at his waist.

The halberd whizzing in the air pulled up a black shadow that pierced through the two fanatics before settling it to the floor of the hall.

But this did not relieve the threat of the three people, and the fanatical believers who "came back from the dead" continued to get up from the ground one after another, dragging their already tattered bodies as if nothing happened, and stretched out their bony hands to pounce on the three of them.

"I said... You two can't think of a way, how can you quickly deal with this group of crazy people, or you can run away from somewhere?!"

Gritting his teeth, McAfee brandished a long sword that he was absolutely reluctant to use, and struggled to block the enemy who pounced on him from the right: "If we continue to fight like this, this group of people who don't want to die will have to eat us alive one by one sooner or later!"

"Half a minute, block it for me for half a minute!"

The figure of the black-haired wizard suddenly sounded from behind, and in the midst of a howl, McAfee, who had no time to nod, was already in a hurry to stop the fanatic who was screaming and rushing towards Loren at the last moment.

"You want to die, I haven't promised yet!"

The frustrated "deserters" moved from side to side, parrying the fanatics who were frantically pounced, grabbing one as a shield in front of them.

Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds... McAfee, who was gasping for breath, finally couldn't hold it anymore, kicked the "shield" in front of him, and then turned around: "I said you're okay, I'm already ......"

The words were blocked in his throat, and the stunned "deserter" almost instinctively dodged behind the black-haired wizard.

In the next second, the golden-red firelight instantly flooded the hall!

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“...... Then please, Mr. Vice President. ”

"There, there, since it was President Loren's request, we will do our best to do it...... In Logan's name, the wizards of our Red Blood Castle Wizards Association will always be the most loyal courtiers of the Turin family, and will never become the lackeys of the Imperial Governor!"

Seeing off the vice president of the wizarding association, who was reluctant to "show loyalty", the last reluctant smile on the little wizard's face gradually disappeared, completely replaced by worry, and he sat down in the chair belonging to the black-haired wizard as if his strength had been drained from his body.

Ain wasn't unaware of Lorent's purpose for letting her come to the Wizards' Guild and the deliberate concealment of the seriousness of the problem—rather, she had grown accustomed to this always self-righteous guy since she was at Wimpal Academy.

Really, it's because this guy is always self-righteous and never thinks about other people's feelings that Charlotte is so annoyed with him... It's really not so easy to reconcile an unconscious, arrogant guy.

Sighing tiredly, Al Yin refocused his attention on the parchment in his hand—the rune composition diagram of the "Holy Blood Elixir" that Isaac had given him when he left the imperial capital.

Of course, this megalomaniac did not intend to conjure up a doomed "elixir of immortality" at first, but wanted to convert the "non-existent" void energy into energy that actually existed like the fire and wind, replacing the ineffective human and animal power.

Isaac, who has obtained the inheritance of the "last knowledge" of the Dragon King's Tower, has made rapid progress after arriving in the imperial capital, and the runes that were originally completely incomprehensible have been gradually deciphered by him, but there is still a fatal problem.

Core... In order for the Void Energy to operate stably, it is necessary to have a core that can carry the two worlds of the Void and the Matter, as an existence like a "transit station".

On the flip side, having a sufficiently stable core can transform Void power into a true power source for an almost endless amount of power - meaning that casting spells will no longer be restricted, and that sufficient Void power will completely replace inefficient fire and water power, and there is no need to worry about running out.

Thinking back to the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower he saw at Ebolden, the little wizard had a faint expectation of it... If Isaac's research is successful, he will be able to build a wizarding academy beyond Eberden, right?

That megalomaniac will be overjoyed and brag about how great he is... Loren must have been surprised, maybe even his eyes fell out, and he desperately begged himself to let him take a look at the academy......

Well... That's right, you have to make this big bad beg for yourself!

Lying on the table, the blushing little wizard buried his blushing face deep in his chest.

"Boom ———————!!!!"

The window of the room was shattered by a sudden loud noise, and Ain, who had not yet recovered from his shock, suddenly looked up, and the next moment, his sapphire eyes instantly shrank, and a dazzling golden-red fire suddenly rose from a street south of the wizard's tower.

This is... Is it the fire of Turin?!