At this moment, the Great Arena, which has become a human purgatory, seems to fulfill the curse left by the undead archmage countless years ago.

Civilians who had turned into living corpses flocked to all corners of the arena, frantically gnawing at all living creatures.

The surviving screamed and fled, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't outpace the magic of the necromancers.

The soldiers stationed in the arena tried to stop the approaching corpses and cover the spectators, but the precise and powerful attack magic of the corpses quickly broke down the resistance of the city defenders.

The aristocratic quarter on the periphery of the tower was also in chaos.

The dignitaries discarded their usual reserve in front of the crowd and rushed to the exit in panic.

But even with the chaos, the nobles were still in much better condition than the purgatory-like civilian quarters, and at least their attendants and guards were loyal enough to stand in front of the growing army of the undead, fighting with their lives to defend their masters against the invasion of the living corpses.

The mages stationed near the tower also cast spells one by one, using defensive enchantments or attack spells to fight back against the close necros and undead, and soon swept away most of the living corpses near the main tower, revealing the power of the high-level casters.

Despite this, such a speed is far from enough for the nobles who have a strong desire to survive.

In order to survive, some nobles resorted to the brutal way of finding a different way.

"Guz, you and your men push these untouchables out of the way, and it's better to throw them in front of the monsters and let them go and lure the damned living corpses away. ”

Outside the corridor of the civilian quarter, a fat-headed, big-eared nobleman shouted at his guards, dancing in horror.

For such a cruel order, the guards were a little hesitant at first, but in the face of survival and interests, they had no choice.

The guards violently pushed the civilians away, and the civilians who were pushed out of the corridor screamed and resisted, but they could not resist the strong guards, and some of the fierce resistance was even stabbed to death by the guards with sharp swords.

With this beginning, many nobles who saw this scene also followed suit, detoured to the safety of the civilian area, and ordered the retinue to drive the fleeing commoners away, so that the nobles could pass first.

"We are all glorious people, why?" roared a young man who had been erected by the guards, "the Lord is equal to us. ”

"It's no wonder you're a pariah. The guard snorted coldly, picked him up, threw him aside with the strength of a mid-rank knight, and insidiously kicked the young man's leg bones, making it impossible for him to get up and run away.

In the chaos, the ugliness of human nature is exposed.

But in hindsight, no nobleman would have thought he was responsible, after all, not a drop of rain would have been blamed for the flood.

The civilians who were squeezed out of the passage could only watch in despair as the living corpses approached them, cursing the cold-bloodedness of the nobles.

"Why, Lord, tell us, aren't your people equal?" a civilian who had been crushed by the slave crouched beside the guardrail, looking at the living corpse approaching him, with a desperate and anguished expression, and groaned to the sky.

"You are wrong, the glorious treatment of people is never equal, and the glorious will always recognize only the strong. "Before he fell unconscious, an indifferent voice came from the ears of the civilian, followed by a muffled chanting of incantations.

A circle of bright flames appeared in the corridor platform, expanding rapidly, and the living corpses that touched the circle of flames let out a hoarse hiss, and their skin emitted green smoke, and they retreated.

What gave them destruction was the countless snowflakes that fell from the sky, and the white snow petals flew like elves, freezing the living corpses within a radius of 100 meters in the ice and snow, completely destroying their mobility.

Frost Magic --- Snow Country

Euler withdrew his fingers, snuffed out the flames on his fingertips, glanced back at Heine, who was holding his head behind him and shivering, and then turned his gaze to Rommel standing beside him, "Unexpectedly, you haven't left yet." ”

"I just wanted to watch the finals of those two guys, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to encounter a once-in-a-century scene like [Natural Disaster]. ”

Rommel raised an eyebrow, "I remember, you seem to be called Ora, the roommate of the magician named Constantine, right?"

"That [Fire Ring] just now worked well, it seems to be different from my impression, you are not just a nerd. ”

After saying this, Rommel looked at the nobles who fled with disdain, "I still can't figure out how a country that can produce such disgusting nobles can defeat our dragon lance?"

"If nothing else, let's get out of here. Ora said lightly.

Rommel shrugged, "If it had been ten minutes ago, I would have done it, but now...... Unfortunately, thanks to the disgusting and stupid nobles of your Holy Empire, we can't seem to leave. ”

Under the guardrail in front of them, civilians infected by the aura of natural disasters on the living corpses stood up one after another, their eyes empty, and hundreds of civilian-transformed living corpses took heavy steps and climbed towards the place where Rommel and the three men stood.

The cold, hollow aura of death wafted from them, and the undead who had been captured by the dark forces of the Scourge had their souls and bodies captive, and they no longer knew what reason was.

Their only instinct is to touch every living being and turn them into one kind.

But in the eyes of Euler and Rommel, what was more terrifying than the army of the undead in front of them was the red mist that hung behind them, which was the manifestation of the magic of the [Natural Disaster].

"It's better for the three of us to join forces, so that there is still hope of escaping. Rommel calmly suggested.

Ora nodded, but then glanced at Heine, who was trembling behind him, and shook his head again, "To be precise, it's just me and you joining forces, and this guy who can only recite poems is basically negligible." ”

Upper floor of the tower.

"Your Majesty, please hurry to the top of the tower as soon as possible and leave on a griffin. One of the imperial guards knelt in front of the Emperor and said.

"The court mages have been urgently tested, and due to the interference of that powerful magical power, all teleportation magic has become ineffective. ”

The Emperor looked at the dark clouds hanging over the arena, "What about the Golden Iris Knights, why haven't they come back yet?"

"Your Majesty, the golden iris you are so proud of has probably met with an accident. ”

Othello, dressed in a gorgeous magic robe, stepped into the room, saluted the Emperor, and then said with a solemn face, "I just performed the [Eagle Eye Technique] once, and I observed a huge creature appearing on the east side of the Olympia Plain, which should be a species like the Abyss Demon, approaching in the direction of the Great Arena. ”

"You must leave as soon as possible!"

The Emperor said lightly: "What if my answer is no?"