"Mrs. Bolton, you're here at last!" Boone's eyes were full of envy.

Alexia trembled her legs and stepped off her blazing red ducati. She had expected that the journey from Shield Fort 47 to the camp would be an iconic drive, with winding roads and curvaceous curves. Instead, after half an hour of rubble, her hips ached and she cried out for a word of healing.

Alicia also broke the bike and dragged it silently.

"We're in trouble, ma'am. Boone waited until Alexia checked her bike.

Alicia followed Boone into the main building, a dilapidated double-story concrete rectangular building, and she noticed the divination chart on the dining table. Several other instructors were also present, arguing over the evacuation.

"What's going on?" she asked, watching the instructors turn to face her. Their voices immediately fell silent, and some were more willing than others.

Boone told Alesia, "Gwen's team has encountered a CR4 soldier-level beast. ”。 "The kids did a great job, they looked after it well and are coming back now. ”

Alicia nodded, she had confidence in Gwen's team.

"Is anyone hurt?"

"Jun, but he's cured. ”

"Is there anyone else?"

"Just before you arrived, Deborah's team said they had encountered a large swarm of slugs, about a few hundred. They have successfully weathered the storm and are on their way back. ”

"What about the others?"

Boone replied anxiously, "Except for Group 02, everyone else has it." ”。 He pointed to a pin on the map. "They don't react to hail, but their divination devices don't show any loss of vitality either. We're debating whether or not we'd like to send someone to check it out. ”

"That's probably a good idea. What's wrong?"

"Instructor Crusoe didn't want to," said one of the instructors.

Alicia turned and looked at the "Robinson" bastard with her piercing blue eyes.

Crusoe's face turned white and turned yellowish.

"I never said that. "Then I'll go ......," Robinson replied hurriedly, leaving the room, as if in a hurry. Outside, they heard him flying into the air with a spell spell.

"Why didn't he go sooner?" Alessia asked.

"PTSD ......," another teacher said in a critical tone, casting an unpleasant look at her. "But it seems that our war hero succeeded in getting him over years of trauma. ”

Alexia's face flushed. She was always too impatient to judge, and her master had made it clear.

A commotion outside the building can be heard.

"That had to be Gwen's team," Boone said.

"I'll be back," Alexia said indecently, leaving her peers and their not-so-friendly glances behind.

In the clearing, Alicia watched as they stumbled into the camp. Their clothes were torn and a little tattered. Henley is helping Joan. Three girls in the back, Elvia in the middle.

Alessia felt a pang of pride.

"Are you all right?" she yelled at the students, and walked towards them. The girls are wary of a woman in an all-red racing leather at first, until Gwen realizes that her savior has come.

"Instructor!" the group ran to their teacher.

Alicia took turns hugging them. The girls' hair smelled like bushes and fallen eucalyptus, mixed with the smell of basic offal.

"So, what happened?"

All at once, the students began to tell their stories, talking to each other and telling Alicia how they spent their day in the wilderness. Alicia dispelled their fears. She then took them to the cement bunker, where hot food and tea were already prepared, and told them to wait for the return of their companions.

Knowing that Gwen and his companions were safe, Alesia decided to take a walk around. There was a strange feeling that had been haunting her ever since they came here, like in those cunning institutions with "eyes on the wall". Her paranoia seemed to grow stronger as she patrolled, until finally, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

I'm hanged!, Alexia said angrily. She didn't like it at all.

"Flame Nova!"

When she turned around, a circle of fire erupted from her, singing all the songs within a radius of more than 5 meters.

Her paranoia stopped immediately.

Is it an instructor? She won't forget.

Not far away, another riot broke out. Alicia watched as another group of people arrived. The second to arrive at camp was Deborah's group. Two of the shapeshifters appeared to be slightly injured and limped and hugged each other. The magician followed briskly, without injury, and the magician followed. Deborah herself came to the clearing like a mage knight, her bronze skin glowing, tall and proud, full of poise.

"Ma'am!" they greeted her.

"Third group, I'm glad to see that you're all safe. "Alicia led them in the direction of the public bunker, ready for tea and dinner.

In the dim light, Alicia could tell that Deborah was as tall as Gwen. As far as she knows, the two groups are a bit competitive. She likes it. Competition makes children grow, especially those who are motivated and talented.

"Yue and Wen are alright?" Deborah asked, the bronze skin disappearing from her. With no obvious texture, Alicia could see that Deborah was covered in bruises, her face, her arms, her collarbones, everything had green and purple spots.

"They're good; they should be in there, take a bite. I'm sure they'll be happy to see you. Alicia gave the girl a reassuring smile.

Deborah blushed.

Until the remaining groups of three arrive. Robinson returned with the last of them, dealing with a relatively harmless colony of fern slugs. They get stuck quickly after the hive passes by, and they walk into the sticky marks left by these creatures. Since no one was hurt, worry turned into a humorous affair. The children were asked to take a shower and change their clothes.

With the students safe and sound, instructors met to discuss the possibility of evacuation.

"I'm telling you, it's impossible tonight, the instructors are not open at night, which means we're going to hike for five hours in the dark. It's much more dangerous than waiting outside in a concrete fortification!"

Robinson seemed resolute, "We have to go." As I flew over the blazing palm trees, I saw everything that was happening, the beasts were moving, they were moving away from something. ”

"This is the Green Zone, Robinson, what could it be?"

"Beasts migrate," Robinson said ominously. "This is the beginning of a wave of beasts, and I know, I recognize some signs. I'm telling you we've got to go. ”

Another teacher retorted angrily, "I know you're a survivor of '88 immigration, Robinson, but not every phenomenon is a disaster." ”

Crusoe was silent and pale.

The third instructor chimed in, "I'm sorry, Robinson. ”

"We've got to go......" Crusoe replied weakly.

"I understand your fears. Boone threw two cents. "But there were no signs. There is no seismic activity, no atmospheric phenomena. ”

"I feel ...... in my bones," Robinson seemed to be about to choke. He tried to refute, but couldn't breathe. Looking at the frightened colleagues, the other instructors fell silent. "I ...... I need a little time. ”

His gaze met Alexia's for a moment, and she felt a pang of guilt.

Oh God, it wasn't me—was it? Ah, hell! she probably shouldn't have triggered him sooner.

"I'll go see how he's doing," Alicia said to the table. "My two cents stay here because ...... You know, I'm here. ”

"Of course, Mrs. Bolton. Boone felt he should salute him, but at the last moment, he stopped. She is no longer part of the army.

Boone returned to the room with a smug confidence.

Well, of course, they will stay here very well. Boone confessed, realizing the stupidity of their debate. If desired, the Scarlet Witch can take out half of the area in a raging fire.

Outside, Alicia spotted Crusoe walking towards the edge of the clearing, leaving the main building.

Where is he going?" she thought, feeling an unexpected paranoia, oh my God, he's not going to skip us, is he?

"Mr. Crusoe!" she called, but he kept walking, "Oops! Instructor Crusoe!"

, it's just my luck that triggered PTSD for some civilian mage, and Alessia moaned inwardly.

She quickened her pace and followed Crusoe out of the clearing, to the beginning of a path of fire. By this time it was already dark, and a pale moon illuminated the blue gums in the moonlight.

Although she had been out of sight of him for a moment, she noticed that he was not too deep, curled up beside a tree, shaking his shoulders desolately.

Oh my God, is he crying? Alicia swears. Damn it!

She rolled her eyes. It's time to show the charisma and compassion that the master has always suggested. Alicia approached Crusoe loudly so as not to scare him, wondering how she could break the ice. She smiled cautiously, then patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry Robinson ......," she began.

“!”

“!”

“!”

When her fingers touched the weeping mentor, the air filled the air with a silent cry of super-dense mana. Before Alicia could react, her world lost its light.

All light was gone—the cold tendons wrapped around her legs, waist, and arms were caused by an unrecognizable element.

Dark tentacles or dark grasps?Alessia's mind was in disarray. Dust or silt?

“!“

Another spell was activated - a spell that was silently uttered without being seen.

A cold invading sensation penetrated Alexia's abdomen.

Her heart burned with pain, and all thoughts were driven away by the object that crushed her entrails. She now knew that there was nothing to stop, it was a matter of life and death.

"Blade Barrier!" Alexia gritted her teeth and completed the spell.

A ring of flaming blades surrounded her, indiscriminately destroying everything within range. She wanted them to expand immediately, and then felt a satisfying "thud" the unspoken sound of blades biting flesh in the darkness.

The thing that pierced her stomach was also gone, severed by the blade barrier. Now she had to heal on her own, and the gut injury was no joke, she could go into shock at any moment. Alicia wanted a little mana-activating particle to reach the ring on her index finger, where a gem shattered, filling the void around her with blue-silver spatial mana. In the next second, she stepped out of the darkness and escaped the ambush by activating an emergency dimensional door.

As Alicia's sight returned, her blade barrier continued to expand, destroying everything within 6 times the diameter of the epicenter. Nothing has survived, trees, shrubs, and not even rock fragments that are now cut into molten silica.

She wanted another mana particle to reach another ring, imbuing her body with the power to heal severe wounds.

This damn torture burned three hundred hard drives!Alexia's anger burned like the devastating flames of the Blade Barrier. As a summon shapeshifter, she can neither forge dimensional gates nor heal wounds, both of which are emergency items she obtains through her quests. Now that they are all gone, she has to replace them and face criticism from her owner.

". I don't think she's here anymore," a voice cried out into the darkness, seemingly undeterred by Alexia's blade barrier.

"Idiot," another genderless-sounding voice said in an exasperated tone.

Alicia watched as the darkness vanished, revealing two men in turbans, one taller than the other.

"Olasenorita!" the tall man, who had been a Crusoe instructor, shouted at her in an obscene manner. "Oh, the Witch in Card, I'm willing to die one night between your lovely thighs!"

Another Alicia knew. They are old friends after all. The shameless man, the bastard responsible for the Rhodes massacre, the prime suspect in the Kingsford kidnapping. She had been hunting the demon halfway through Australia and back again in New Zealand.

What the fuck are you doing here?As sure as there was one thing, Alexia's mind was full of possibilities. She's going to put an end to these bastards here.

"Hurry up!"

"Gaseous!"

Alicia felt her body speed up. She turned into a gaseous cloud and at the same time into a burning cloud.

"Oh!" the tall man yelled, and threw something at her.

Silent incantation!Alexia's heart pounded. She met a skillful opponent. It's time to go on a blast or go home.

"Maelstrom!"

A spiral of fire fell from the sky, manifesting itself from the aether and striking the ground where her opponent stood. A raging tornado swept through the neighboring area, destroying all trees and objects within a radius of more than 20 meters.

She watched their bodies cease to exist and felt the shattering of a target. Alicia wanted the flames to dissipate for a while, and instead of a pair of charred and burning corpses, she saw one. Judging by the rest of the clothes and the skeleton of the charred, partially chopped corpse, she knew it was Instructor Crusoe.

Fucked!she cursed. Is Faceless also a magician?

“!”

Her crimson karaka instructs her to dodge before she realizes the impending attack spell. Souls are more sensitive to mana fluctuations, and one of the great benefits of having a sentient soul is that there are two consciousnesses operating in parallel.

A dark spear, the nameless man's signature spell, pierced Alicia's gaseous form, replacing some of the particles on her astral body. It will hurt a lot after that - a lot, Alicia grimaced before adjusting her direction.

She saw his arm move again, but this time she was ready. Alicia completes the 6th layer spell in an instant, then points her finger at her anomalous enemies.

"Disintegrate!"

A red light, as dense and intense as the concentrated rays of a hundred midday suns, immediately pierced the body of the shameless man. Her spirit poured its own spiritual power into the beam, amplifying the heat of the beam by several orders of magnitude, confirming the hit. When the spell stopped, Alicia saw only a pile of dust. Instead, she saw the creature's tattered robes drift away. Underneath it, are thousands of carcasses made up of pests, some alive, others charred, moderately rare.

"Coward!" Alexia cursed, "Where did that bastard go......"

The earth trembled.

She saw something moving in the distance, too big to understand: because the landscape itself began to churn.

What the fuck is that?!!!

This time, Alicia saw the shadow of a mountain moving in the moonlight. No, it won't change, she said. It coiled, slippery, meandered, moving with a certain tectonic movement. A ray of light refracted from the moving ridge illuminates the landscape in brilliant hues.

The ground beneath her trembled, as if afraid of what was about to happen.

Alicia gritted her teeth and dispelled the transmutation. In the place where she had been injured, a piece of dug flesh appeared in her body again, striking directly at her torso. The pain was unbearable, and she began to cry.

"!"

She reached out her hand and from her storage ring, Alexia pulled out a ruby red syringe and slammed it into her wound.

"Hmph!" she grunted, her damaged tissue regenerated, with unbearable itching.

The thing in the distance was moving, moving towards her and the camp.

Gwen!

Alexia's mind was running at a hundred miles per second.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Who is the one who is with them?

Why target a lower-level public school?

The earth rumbled, and the time for reflection was over.

As a student of her master, she has a duty to protect the innocent and defeat threats from the wilderness.

Her red racing suit burst into flames and fell from her weather-beaten body, revealing her athletic body into the night. For a moment, a crimson flame streaked across her bare skin until she transformed into a goddess adorned with crimson flames.

"Run!" she cast a spell and flew into the air like a heavenly illusion. In the distance, a monster lazily walks forward, crushing the bushes, and heads towards the camp and eventually the city.

"Information. "Alicia activated her electronically tuned information device in case of her attack.

A male voice, a deep baritone, replied in her ear, "What the hell is going on out there?"

"I need the team to get here within an hour, through the portal at Station 47 of the Shield Wall. "I'm observing a myth, I repeat, a mysterious invasion of the royal state." ”

"Okay, can you hold on?" We're teleporting to your location," the voice replied, panicked, but calm.

"Come here," Alexia reiterated solemnly.

"Can you hold on, can you retreat?"

"Come here as soon as possible," Alexia repeated. "Or bring a coffin. ”