Roland's cover was seamless, and at a distance of hundreds of meters, Constantine did not withstand the slightest attack

With a Sacred Domain powerhouse as an assist, as the sixth-ranked bounty hunter in the continent, if Constantine couldn't kill those corpse witches, he would probably kill himself in shame.

Constantine, blessed with the blessing of the spell, managed to approach the position of the corpse witches.

The red mist surrounded him, trying to devour his flesh, but was rejected by the thin milky white light of the boy's body.

The crystal sword glowed with a glittering light, and the fine fragments of crystal shards covered the space where one of the corpse witches standing at the front of the standing position stood, freezing the skeleton of his lower body in place.

The [Dawn] with the divine aura instantly pierced through his body, and the skeleton of the upper body of the corpse witch detached from the lower body, and the crystallized lower body turned into crystal dust.

The rest of the corpse witches reacted, and a tidal wave of magical light blasted towards Constantine.

The boy skewered the fallen corpse's intact upper body with his sword, and lifted him into the air to meet the onslaught of magic.

The corpse witch, who was used for waste after death, perfectly served as a makeshift "shield", and the bones quickly exploded into flying white dust in the magical light.

Without time to mourn for him who was burned to pieces by his companions, Constantine mobilized his barely recovered spiritual power, and the arcane missiles that were instantly emitted were woven into a brilliant barrage and swept out towards the corpse witches.

Bang! Bang!

Explosions rang out, and a barrage of purple arcane brilliance blasted the unprotected corpse witches from place to place.

At this moment, Constantine swung his sword and struck into the group of corpses.

The sword that shimmered with crystal light swung out a deadly arc of light, and the sword light with divine power slashed down like a torrential rain.

Without preparation, facing a top bounty hunter in the continent at close range, the result can be imagined.

Minutes later, Constantine drew his sword from the shattered body of the last sorcerer.

He dealt with several famous corpse witches in one go, but his expression did not relax in the slightest.

Because at this moment, most of the entire arena was already shrouded in that evil red mist.

The area engulfed by the red mist is barren and spreading.

In the eyes of the young man, it is such a tragic picture.

Constantine frowned, he was not a saint and his hands were stained with the blood of many people, but he was not a murderous pervert in nature, on the contrary, because of the suffering experience of childhood, he retained the utmost respect for every life.

When he witnessed this scene, he couldn't help but feel extreme anger and disgust in his heart.

The scene in front of him reminded him of the scene that happened in the village of Caroli.

The guy who performed the [Natural Disaster] didn't take human life seriously at all, just like the dragoons who wantonly slaughtered the villagers that day.

Roland walked up to him, "Looks like it's a conspiracy. ”

Constantine looked in the direction of the tower in the distance, "That guy's target should be His Majesty the Emperor of your Holy Empire, and the two of us in the eyes of that guy behind the scenes may just be two little people used for burial." ”

A loud roar came from the top of the tower.

Roland and Constantine looked up at the same time, and saw that the dark blue and pitch-black sword qi were intertwined, forming a terrifying tornado, rising from the top of the tower and roaring towards the sky, which was extremely spectacular.

"Two Sanctuary!" Constantine was shocked.

"One of them should be Count Fastia, and the other guy I don't know, but the magical aura on his body makes me feel bad. ”

Roland commented that he had already stepped into the Sanctuary, and his perception of sword qi was much sharper than that of Constantine.

Roland's expression was very solemn, Count Fastia was the Great Sword Saint of the Holy Empire, and he was definitely the top type of person when he looked at the continent, and his realm was much stronger than Roland, who had just entered the Holy Domain.

But in Roland's perception, the Count had obviously done his best at the moment, but he was still in a bitter battle.

How strong should the man who made the assassination be?

"He's a great killer, maybe it's still my senior. Constantine observed for a moment, shook his head and said with a wry smile. "We can't intervene in this level of fighting, or it's more realistic to think about how to escape. ”

"Let's hurry to the aristocratic quarter, at least there are city guards and magicians there. Roland suggested.

Constantine nodded, and suddenly his face changed slightly, "Wait!"

He saw that in a corner of the uppermost floor of the civilian area, flames and wind and snow were constantly surging, and the majestic magical energy was impacting the icy corpse tide below, and the magic power was fresh and powerful, without the coldness of the corpse witches.

"Is there still anyone alive in the civilian area?" Roland was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly became very strange, "The one who uses ice magic seems to be Rommel, but who is the one who uses the power of fire?"

Without saying a word, Constantine hurried in that direction.

Just as he was about to hit the wall, the boy threw his sword, and the crystal sword sank into the stone wall above the hot sand field like a soft loaf of bread.

Constantine kicked hard, the red sand under his feet flew, his body was as light as a feather, swaying upward, and in the blink of an eye, his palm grasped the hilt of the [Dawn] sword, and pressed it hard, his body accelerated like an arrow leaving the bowstring, and rushed up the stone wall.

Jumping over the guardrail, running and leaping continuously, the remains of countless undead souls destroyed by magic in their path.

Constantine finally made it to the observation deck on the highest floor of the civilian area, and visually saw that it was the only area where there were still living people.

Then he froze.

"Is that you?"

Rommel and Euler stood at the front of the observation deck, crowded with civilians on the overpass connecting the towers of the aristocratic district, gazing in horror at the fog below.

There were still dozens of wounded, pale guards standing outside the overpass, and at this moment, they looked at the two young magicians on the observation deck with undisguised admiration and awe in their eyes.

Previously, the corpse witches led thousands of living corpses from the civilian area to the tower, and the city defense forces responsible for covering the evacuation of the civilians suffered heavy casualties.

Many of the city defenders were turned into new undead by the corpse witches and began to attack their allies in turn, and the Imperial Guards who came to the rescue were severely wounded in the continuous fierce battles, despite their superior skills.

Their physical strength is limited after all, and on the other side is a seemingly endless army of the undead.

At the last moment, Ola dragged the shivering Heine and Rommel all the way to the observation deck on the top floor of the civilian area, followed by the three embarrassed teenagers, who were like a tide of living corpses.

At that time, Ora angrily pushed Heine in front of the guards, "This guy is handed over to you, take him away, don't stay and get in our way." ”

Rommel held the war spear in one hand and patted the dust on his body with the other, glanced at Heine, and spat viciously on the ground,

"If it weren't for you, the two of us would have come out of that hellish place a long time ago, I really can't figure out why the Royal Academy of Magic would accept you like this? Hurry up and disappear in front of me, or I'll throw you down right now to feed those dead people." ”

Heine was ashamed of himself, he really had nothing to say.

The guards looked at each other, and no one laughed, thinking that the undead had hit in front of them, and the three of you were still in the mood for infighting?

But then, the guards saw an amazing scene.

The two young magicians stood on a high place, countless brilliant magic released from their hands, shooting towards the tide of corpses below.

The two mages have very different casting styles, Rommel's magic attacks are domineering and fast, and the dragon vein warlock's casting talent is vividly displayed by him.

Every few seconds, several low-level magic spells fall, covering every corner of the field of vision, blasting the undead trying to climb the observation deck to ashes.

Unlike Rommel, who almost squandered his magic, Euler's magic was precise and efficient, and spells were chosen in different situations.

For example, when there are not too many living corpses, he will give up using offensive magic, and use the natural [Entanglement] or the frost-based [Frost] to bind the living corpses in front of them in place, acting as an obstacle to intercept the army of living corpses behind them and delay their pace.

When the living corpses in the rear arrive and are crowded, he will perform a large-scale fire magic to destroy all the living corpses in the concentrated position

If there are too many living corpses to deal with, Euler will use the natural [Earth Wall] or the arcane [Force Field Shield] to split the army of living corpses, and cooperate with Rommel's magic to break them apart.

As a result, more than twenty minutes passed, and all the living corpses who came to the observation deck were killed.

With such superb spell-casting skills and calculation ability, even the most experienced guards were amazed.

"Are these two little ones really only twenty years old?" said an elderly guard.

It was at this moment that Constantine appeared before them.

Seeing his arrival, Rommel, who was panting, was stunned for a moment.

Ola next to him said a cold joke very calmly, "Our dormitory is full of people, shouldn't we celebrate?"

Constantine took off his silver mask, his delicate face showed a wry smile, and he rubbed his nose, "When did you recognize me?"

Seeing this hateful face, Rommel's pupils shrank, "Sure enough, it's you!"

"When you were at the academy, you ran into the woods every morning to practice swords, and I saw it. Euler gave a seemingly convincing explanation.

Constantine shrugged, not convinced, there was too much mystery about this roommate, but now was not the time to dwell on these questions.

"Run away, it'll be too late if you don't leave. Roland stepped into the observation deck, looking a little tired, "I've observed, except for here and the noble quarters on the upper floors of the tower, all the rest is occupied by the undead. ”

"What about you?" asked Constantine.

"I'll go to the bottom of the arena and see if I can destroy that magic array. The paladin said with a determined expression. "I'm a paladin, and the magic of the Scourge doesn't work for me. ”

"It's useless for you to go, because the energy core of the [Natural Calamity] Magic Array is definitely not underground now. ”

Ola spoke, took out the manuscript paper and pen he had with him, drew a rough sketch, and began to draw on the scratch paper to explain to the three people beside him.

"The original design of the magic array in the Grand Arena is similar to the design of the teleportation array, which is the consistent style of the alchemy altar, the magic crystal acts as an energy center, and the magician only needs to inject magic into the crystal to maintain the operation of the magic circle, the principle is very simple. ”

"Obviously, there was a problem with this design, which was that the magicians needed to take turns standing next to the crystals to provide the magic. Otherwise, the magic circle will not work. ”

"But as we've seen, the group of mages guarding the magic circle have all turned into corpse witches, so who is the one who now provides the magic power to provide the scourge?"

Rommel frowned, "Isn't that the Dark Mage?"

Euler glanced at him like an idiot, "Let's not talk about how terrifying the magic power consumed by this magic array is, you must know that even the magic guild has brought nearly a hundred high-level mages to take turns to input magic power to maintain the operation of this large-scale magic circle." ”

"If that magician really has so much magic power, if he wants to kill us, he won't be done with a forbidden spell, why bother to make a scourge magic to trap us here?"