The golden stream of light began to move after destroying the second tower.

Its diameter was close to seventy meters, and anyone who passed by it was burned in an instant, even if it was only lightly rubbed by a pillar of light, it would burn violently as if it had been poured oil. The building was reduced to ashes by the light.

In addition to this, there are also dark gold, dark green, and emerald green, which are different colors and sizes. There are thirteen in total. The finer the flow of light, the faster it moves.

Where the dark golden light flowed, creatures were instantly dismembered, and the ground and buildings were covered with nicks, as if they had been plowed by thousands of blades; The dark green light makes people old, and the buildings decay and rust as if hundreds of years have passed in an instant.

The common denominator is that any flow of light of any color, of any size, is enough to wipe out any life below the Golden Order.

The thirteen streams of light moved at will like children playing games. From their zigzag movements, it can be seen that the existence of these rays of light does not have a very clear goal, but simply wanders around, bringing destruction and death so casually.

These streams of light are not divine spells performed by any priest, but divine punishments exercised by the gods themselves. Its nature is no different from the punch that Al Sachs threw earlier. After the Beholder's Barrier self-destructed, the gods didn't even need to punch like the Lord of Violence - it was enough to unleash their purest divine power to destroy the wizards' bodies.

If the priest of the gods stood under that pillar of light, not only would he not be harmed, but he would quickly increase his strength and recover from his injuries.

But the same divine power is a catastrophe for a wizard who has no faith.

The cylindrical distorted barrier could not defend itself against attacks from above, but instead turned into a cage in the Colosseum, completely blocking the wizards' way of life.

After all attempts were made to counter those optical currents without success. The wizards were in utter despair.

They wanted to escape, to avoid the light current, which was not moving very fast. And they do have that ability.

But in reality, even the slow enough speed to move is one of the weapons of the Optical Flow. Because of the difference in the speed of the optical flow, as well as the different positions of the optical flow, the countermeasures that the wizards have to take are inevitably different when facing the complex optical flow.

Some people want to hide to the left. Let's stay away from the largest flow of light; And some people want to step back, first avoiding the small but rapid light flow that is coming...... Because of the different countermeasures taken, and the crowd was so concentrated, the other wizards immediately became an obstacle to their survival.

- Naturally, the wizards clashed fiercely.

At first, there was scolding and scolding, then pushing and stampeding, and then there was a clash of force. The earthquake caused by the collapse of the second tower turned an ordinary stampede into a trap capable of killing a wizard, and the slight difference in social status caused by the different ranks of wizards became the gasoline that further exacerbated the conflict.

So, before the Ray of Light moved to destroy the wizards, the wizards preemptively wanted to destroy themselves.

Small-scale witchcraft, large-scale witchcraft, non-lethal witchcraft, witchcraft enough to kill. Under the joking persecution of the light flow. The wizards gathered into a tight mass at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a dazzling aura burst from within.

At the same time, as the wreckage of the second tower smashed to the ground, one-sixth of the area extending from the inner area to the fourth ring road was directly smashed by the second tower.

The building began to collapse. Under the chain reaction of an avalanche, the reaction of wizards and ordinary residents was too slow.

The buildings that were a little closer to the second tower were crushed to slag, engulfed in flying dust and blazing golden flames.

Buildings farther away from the second tower were not spared. As the top of the second tower began to crack, shards of burning golden flames smashed into the roof like meteorite rain.

The buildings that had been smashed by the fragments of the second tower immediately began to shatter from the top.

First, the top floor swelled and cracked and there was a huge explosion, and then the steel bars inside the building were also broken under the huge impact. The whole house was split in half from the top. Because it couldn't withstand the excessive pressure, the middle part of the house also broke at the waist.

Some people were directly smashed into pieces by meteorites. Or half of the body was shredded by the blast wave of the explosion. Others were smashed on the falling roofs and bled out, and the unlucky ones might hang on to steel bars or something, and they would not die for a while.

In addition, there were a few slightly lucky houses that were not smashed on the roof by the debris of the second tower, so their houses did not collapse as a result. But that doesn't mean their house was spared.

Meteorites burning with golden flames smashed through the side of their house—the wall or window—and then left it in their house or through the other end and embedded in the outer wall of the next house. As long as it's not the people inside who are too lucky. It is not very likely that you will be killed by a meteorite that pierces the wall.

If you just pass through it sideways like this, the slightly stronger house won't be smashed because of it. Usually it just shakes a little bit and drops some building debris.

However, if they are unlucky, they will find that their door is stuck. Or the doorway is blocked by debris from a building. At this time, the golden flame that remains in the gap will ignite from the inside, gradually engulfing the house, and completely roasting the people inside.

A very small number - about less than 5 per cent of buildings - are completely undamaged. But that doesn't mean they're going to get away with it.

The gods are always fair. Even if they weren't lucky enough to be destroyed by the fragments of the Second Tower, their intact houses would have been blocked by the wreckage of their neighbors' houses, the burning woods, and the fragments of the Second Tower. It's like an island to the ocean.

At this moment, a small pillar of dark red light was already speeding towards them, sniffing around like a fishy wild dog, happily chewing and swallowing the fish that had slipped through the net.

In the midst of this desperation, the wizards almost forgot who they were.

Some people frantically threw all kinds of witchcraft around, some squatted on the ground like a lost child, hugged their heads and cried, and some shouted meaninglessly, with a face that looked like hope.

No, it's not so much that the wizards have forgotten who they are, it's that they remember who they are.

They are people. Not a monster, not a heretic, not an emotionless researcher.

They are human beings.

It is a human being who is afraid of death and yearns for beauty.

On this day, the White Tower Wizard remembers what despair is, what death is, and what hell is.

"Ma'am! Let's open the Old City! ”

A mountain man with a red rosacea and a scruffy formal suit stared at Anvilia with bloodshot eyes: "It's still too late!" ”

"No, it's too late, Director Patch."

Anviglia sat dignified in the garden, blinking her golden pupils and smiling at Patch. There was an almost serene tranquility in her eyes.

As the head of the fabled Waste Bureau, Patch has an unusually large heart.

Even when the first tower was destroyed, he did not appear; Even if the wizards of the Third Tower held a so-called wartime meeting, he was only drunkenly scolding the idiots who had not done enough to do more than anything.

But now, he finally couldn't sit still, climbed up to the hanging garden that stood on the remains of the first tower, and found Anvilia.

"Oh my God! How could it be too late? If you can save one, you can save one, ma'am, what are you thinking? Old Patch is going crazy! ”

"But, Director Patch, the first and second towers engraved with the Old City spell have been destroyed. The Beholder's Barrier, which is engraved with some of the Old City spells, has also been self-destructed, and we really have no time. ”

"Hell—isn't there a fifth tower? There should be a backup on the fifth tower! ”

Patch scratched his scalp frantically, and his greasy hair was picked up by him one by one: "Old Patch is going crazy!" Order, ma'am, Old Patch promises to open the Old City before you blink an eye! ”

"You know, Patch, I don't blink."

Anvilia didn't answer Patch's words, just chuckled, "You want to go to the Fifth Tower, right, Patch?" ”

Patch shuddered, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He immediately pleaded in a low voice, "No, don't get excited, ma'am, listen to me, old Patch can still help a lot......"

But before Patch could finish speaking, he noticed that the scene around him had somehow changed to the Fifth Tower. Anville in front of him also turned into Scott.

"Very well, so that everyone is together."

Scott swept his body indifferently with his ice-blue pupils, causing Patch to shiver.

He unconsciously looked around.

Almost all members of the R&D department, chief wizards of each department, a few old wizards who are not famous but have real talents, and teaching wizards who are stuck on the silver level......

-- In a word, it is the future of the White Tower.

The uneasiness in Patch's heart became more and more apparent.

"I say, Big Brother Scott......"

"Director Patch, be quiet for a moment."

Scott checked again, then nodded respectfully to an old wizard beside him whom Patch had never met, "Master Merlin, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Leave it to me."

The old wizard nodded earnestly to Scott as well.

"Wait ......"

In the next moment, except for Scott and the old wizard named Merlin, the other people present all froze their movements and turned into golden statues. The building was also dyed with a golden halo, and in an instant, the entire space froze.

Scott let out a long sigh, and then instantly returned to Anvilia's side.

"Thank you, Scott."

Anvilia smiled beautifully.

- Then, she opened the Distorted Enchantment. (To be continued.) )