The magic rushes through the leylines, and 'Wizdem' has not landed on any of the leyline nodes, and there are only a few leyline tributaries in the surrounding area.

Several leyline tributaries have no connection with each other, however, the Arcane Empire has used great force to grasp these leyline tributaries, forcibly connecting them together, and condensing into an artificially created leyline node.

Like a river, the magic runs in the illusory veins of the earth, and a black hole seems to appear under the floating city, greedily asking for magic from the earth and the world!

The three elemental furnaces began to operate at full power at the same time, and with the violent roar inside the furnace, a large amount of magic power was released.

But just as the energy was released, it had already been absorbed by a spell, and a Grand Arcanist stood in front of a crystal ball with his hands pressed on his hands, feeling the abundant magic that permeated every corner of the Floating City, and the wind of magic that poured out from the cracks in the tiles under his feet lifted the hem of his robes, and then, he exhaled slowly.

"[General Knowledge of Ten Thousand Laws] ......" A little light leaked from under the closed eyelids, and the corners of the Grand Arcanist's mouth pressed down, "What a boldness!"

After dozens of minutes of storage and condensation, the mana has reached an astonishing amount, and now, it is the best time to cast the spell!

It was also at this time that his ten fingers suddenly tightened, and immediately opened, and then, as if playing a piece of string music, the ten fingers of his hands flicked quickly in the air.

The magic turned into a dozen strings and unfolded under the hands of the blonde-haired, young, handsome archalist who stretched into the void at both ends, and with each vibration of the strings, the air around them rippled with it.

Outside the mage tower, overlapping chants rang out at the right time, and the mages with their eyes closed and their hands clenched spread out around the mage tower like a carpet.

The Grand Arcanist named 'Jacques' opened his eyes slightly, and under his hands, the long-accumulated magic began to surge in one direction.

Like a dam bursting, the flood rushed downstream, and the magic gushed out and poured into the ground under the manipulation of the Arcanist.

The air shook, the earth shook, everything began to vibrate with the strings in Jacques's hands!

With the help of subtle spells, the magic amplifies the frequency and intensity of the vibrations in the increasingly grandiose chanting.

- The earth is shaking!

Cervantes sat firmly in his chair with a contemptuous smile, but the soldiers and officers standing beside him were not so relaxed.

They tensed their nerves and muscles, and with a hint of fear, lowered their heads to stare at their feet.

The earth shook and shook the tall walls, and as they watched as the dust and bricks from the watchtower were shaken off, a chill rushed from the tail vertebrae to the heavenly spirit cover, and 'fear' began to spread in their hearts.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" I don't know if it was because of fear or because of the shaking of my body, and the adjutant's voice trembled.

He swallowed and looked anxiously at his immediate superior, trying to gain a little confidence from there, but the black dragon just waved his hand indifferently, "Don't worry! Sera has long known the situation here, and during this time, it is not only the Arcane Empire that has been preparing spells. She's always been quite aggressive!hahahaha!"

Even if he said this, the adjutant could not relax, because the tremors were intensifying!

There was an earthquake, an earthquake!

With the earth and the atmosphere as the medium, a strong wave of magic rushes towards the interior of the Principality of the Sorrowful Wind.

The ground cracked, the wind gradually rose, and the legendary spell that seemed to be a 'natural disaster' but was actually a 'man-made disaster' took the first step to destroy the country.

Amidst the panicked screams on the ramparts, there was an out-of-place laugh, and Cervantes sat firmly in his chair, smiling with his hands on his chest.

It's not because of fear, it's because of 'excitement'!

At this time, he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, and Huo Ran stood up.

The chair under him was brought down by Cervantes, and the black dragon's face was filled with an evil smile, and he took a few steps forward, walked to the edge of the battlement, pressed the city wall with both hands, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "You guys, is this all you have to do?!"

The sound waves shook the air, and a deafening roar resounded through the sky, over the distance, into the Wyzdem.

The ensuing arrogant laughter naturally reached the ears of the Grand Arcanists, and Jacques, who presided over this legendary spell, frowned, and the muscles of his arms suddenly tightened.

"[Iron Dragon], Cervantes Doig Howling Wind?" he snorted, "Megalomaniacal!"

Jacques wasn't angry, he wasn't going to be angry about such a sentence, even if it seemed like a provocation no matter how it was understood, but he wouldn't be angry at the words of a 'fool' - it is the right of a wise man to forgive the stupidity of a fool.

It's just that he pressed the 'strings' under his palm hard!

After Cervantes' shout, the tremors became even more violent, and the cracks in the earth quickly stretched out from beneath the floating city, and the swirling wind swept up the floating earth and dust, and still tore at everything on the earth and everything on the ground!

The already frantic black dragon stood on the edge of the battlements, his hands on his hips and laughed heartily, even the wind and sand in the sky could not stop his pleasure.

Did he want the people of this fortress and this principality to bury him?

The adjutant couldn't help but have such a ridiculous thought in his head, and when he found out about it, he was also startled, and tried his best to stop this crazy thought, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't stop the thought from spreading in his mind......

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over......

The earth shook more and more violently, and it continued to spread rapidly into the interior of the principality.

Mountains, rivers, woodlands, cities, all of them shook to varying degrees, and as time went on, the shaking became more and more violent.

At that moment, the shaking suddenly stopped!

The wind stopped, the earthquake disappeared, time seemed to be disconnected, and everything suddenly disappeared into people's perception as if it had never existed.

The soldiers who stood crookedly on the city wall, or who had fallen to the ground, were stunned, straightened their helmets, looked around blankly, and some of them patted the bricks under their feet in confusion, surprised by the disappearance of the 'vision'.

Jacques jerked his head up and looked to the northeast.

The magic is still surging, the magic is still pouring into the territory of the Principality of the Screaming Wind, and the spells are still continuing!

But, but ...... Why did the spell effect disappear?

Heaven and earth were clear, and for a moment everything was silent, except for the piercing maniacal laughter of Cervantes, who laughed heartily, and slapped the buttress in front of him with his right hand, "Is this all there is to you?

Jacques was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening, and his eyes turned red.

Magic, truncated?!

"You've tried to strike a blow at the country, but have you ever thought about it?" Serena stood on the top floor of the Mage's Tower, staff in hand, surrounded by a surging wave of magic.

Her skin became transparent, and vaguely, formulas and runes flowed underneath it, but a closer look revealed that her entire body was made of 'runes'!

"We also want to hit the city......"

This faint voice melted in the wind, but I saw the maid elder of the Principality of the Sorrowful Wind raising the staff in her hand high, and the voice passed through the 'network', through the special channel of the [Ship of the Sea of Stars], and reached the ears of every mage of the [Ship of the Sea of Stars].

[Strike at the country, start!]

The staff paused, and with the tip of the staff as the origin, the lines of light flowed down from the top of the mage tower, and in an instant, all the relevant patterns of the entire city were lit up.

"What do you think I've done in the past ten years of running the Principality of Sorrow?"

With Winde City as the center, the road connecting all the towns and villages of the Principality of Sorrowful Wind bloomed, and a huge, massive, huge circle of friends revealed the whole picture......

A country is a circle!