When Howard Nuren opened his eyes again, the cardinal was less than a kilometer away from him, and his sword-sharp gaze was firmly locked on him.

"Oh, aren't you going to hide?"

The blonde swordsman's clear voice easily pierced through the thick wind and rain, rumbling in his ears.

"There's no need for that, young man."

The Dark Wizard said in a deep voice.

He held up his emaciated arm, hidden in his robe, and a sticky drop of blood trickled down the wound and onto the grass.

"As I said beforehand, this wilderness is my laboratory, my magic workshop. I'm sure you've heard of the common sense that 'never trespass on a wizard's lab'......"

- "Let me show you what kind of bad luck you will bring to yourself if you violate this code!" ”

*

“Fire。”

Wellett's cherry lips opened slightly, and a bright fire that jumped like an elf appeared very vividly on the tip of her fingers.

She illuminates the darkness around her with the help of the firelight, and is greeted by large jagged rocks and steep hillsides.

At this time, Willett was crouching under a protruding rock slab, carefully observing the situation around her.

The intense night, the pouring rain, and the rain and fog weave together into an impermeable curtain, which makes the view very low as far as the eye can see.

And the worst experience was the unstoppable tremor from under her feet - every road she had just passed, whether it was a muddy mountain path or a slippery meadow, was shaking from time to time, and if she was not careful, she would lose her balance and fall into the abyss.

She knew that this was the inevitable result of the nearby land formations being affected by the massive collisions and shocks they had from afar.

The blonde girl narrowed her eyes and looked in that direction.

She had never mastered any magic involving the realm of prophecy, and her eyesight was not as good as that of a knight of the rank, but through her psionic vision, she could still vaguely discern the intensity of this conflict.

Combat in reality will interfere with the spirit world, because the transfer of magic power will cause the flow of magic essence to be abnormal, and the conflict of huge energy will also produce corresponding "aftermath" in another world that coincides with reality.

This "sign" is the way wizards observe the outside world, and it is very vague and occasionally reliable.

"Demons...... Countless non-human individuals, their enemies are only one, and they can see that the rank is very high, and he can slaughter a hundred lifeforms in a short period of tens of seconds...... Despite this, the number of demons has not decreased. ”

Welllight muttered to herself.

"Looks like you've been caught up in a battle between two legends."

The little red man floating beside her, the Demon King Solo, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his little face still had a boring expression, but he still gave his contractor advice very seriously:

"I'd advise you to get out of here early. The farther away you run, the better. Don't your fellow wizards all do this? ”

“......”

Villerett did not answer.

Her lips were slightly white, her skin was dry from the cold, and her long, silky golden hair was becoming wet, sticking to the hem and neck; The wizard's robe had become crumpled after being soaked in the rain, and the young witch, who was usually beautiful and moving, looked a little embarrassed at this time.

"You're not always thinking about your teacher, are you?"

"No, of course Mr. Rasputin is not going to be fine, and I am not in a position to worry about him......" replied Villeret, who was quite confident in the matter, "but...... The little poem is gone. ”

"She's gone, she's gone. Do you still want to go to her in this case? Are you looking for death? ”

Demon King Solo grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"If you don't want to live, don't bother me. I told you that psychic contracts are transferable......"

Villette didn't mean to argue with him, and directly banned him, and even simply let him disappear into his own world.

......

Realizing that they had been ambushed, the people of the Dark Wizard camp woke up from their meditation one by one and prepared for action. Thankfully, in the violent landslide that followed, few people died – except for a few unlucky ones who were careless. Surprisingly, there was not a single person who died in the mouth of the fog demon.

It's just that...... The cavern was collapsing faster than anyone had expected, and as she fled, Villelet noticed signs of movement from the Death Worms hiding inside the rocks, but it wasn't enough to change the terrain from a mountain peak to a deep valley in a short period of time. As if on this basis, the deep mountain structure has suffered another unimaginable impact.

Although the wizards had all kinds of miraculous means of saving their lives, and could survive in such a situation where ordinary people were certain to die, the entire hunting party was inevitably dispersed.

“...... Where is she? ”

Villerite did not intend to act rashly; However, she was not ready to leave until she found any trace of Sycodi.

Others should hide, hide, and flee when they should have, but it is impossible for Willett to leave her friends alone.

It's not like she's worrying about nothing—

Since Silky is the leader of this hunting party, the leaders of the detachments, the chief students of the various schools, have always kept in secret contact with her, for the sake of safety.

But shortly after the initial landslide, Villelet tried to meet up with her friends, but the communication was abruptly cut off; And it wasn't the Poet side who took the initiative to interrupt it, nor was it a lack of magic or unstable communication due to distance - it was more like it was actively cracked and blocked by outsiders!

As mentioned earlier, the essence of "magic communication" is a spell, and spells can theoretically be solved by counterspelling. It's just that "magic communication" has been classified as a spell in the general domain for a long time, and after being researched and perfected by wizards in various fields, it is extremely difficult to brute-force crack from the outside.

The one who can suppress a high-ranking wizard in this regard must be a spell master who is proficient in this way, or even ......

Either way, Sykodi may have met a wizard with bad intentions, and he is far superior to her!

Once she realized this, Willett naturally couldn't rest assured. Even if you are not prepared to rescue head-on, you must have some clues before you can call for help after a good day.

The only thing the girl knows is that she is the only one who will take the initiative to find a way to save Poetry. So she didn't waste time talking to the other chief students: if it was easy to say that it would be light, she was more afraid of the untrustworthy people who would stumble in secret.

So, she chose to trek here alone. But so far, nothing has been found......

Wellett pursed her lips, and was about to further expand the scope of the search, but at this time, a sudden change occurred-

There was a tremor beneath his feet again, more violently than any before;

At the same time, the light of the demons in the spirit world has spread from the fierce battle site to her feet...... Even, the entire slope of the mountain where she was, and even the mountains and plains that stretched for dozens of miles in the distance—

"What the hell is that...... What is it?! ”

Wellett almost exclaimed.

It looks as if it is a whole, but ...... How could it be so big!