Scorched Hell, the Ninth City, inside the city, in a fortress that runs down the city walls.

In the center of the circle, in just a few days, the old wizard seemed to be getting thinner and thinner, the original decent wizard robe looked unusually wide, and the bare arms were also dry and bloodless, his face was sallow, and the layers of folded skin were like mountains undulating, only a pair of eyes were fanatical and calm, staring at the super-large witchcraft array in front of him, containing indescribable concentration.

In the fortress, from time to time, there are spell fluctuations flickering, or firelight, or water ripples, or folded space, every time a wizard will appear, although they have different forms, but they are all tired, after entering, directly shouting.

"The three hundred and seventeen pieces of metal magic pattern plates in Group C have been replaced. ”

"The G group has been replaced with a metal magic pattern. ”

"Fifty-four pieces of metal magic pattern plates in Group A have been replaced. ”

“......”

Every wizard who finished the report would automatically walk to the side to rest, there were no tables and chairs in the fortress, they sat cross-legged on the ground, some of them could meditate and recover with firm faith, and some of them were already tired, gasping for breath, and their eyes were a little confused, which was a typical sequelae of depletion of magic power.

Next to the circle, a young wizard was holding a scroll to make records, his eyes were red, his face was tired, but he still tried to verify the situation carefully, until the entire scroll was densely written, and he quickly and carefully confirmed it twice, before he shouted in a hoarse voice: "The statistics are complete, and they are ready."

Teacher...... can be turned on. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old wizard, who was originally still as a sculpture, suddenly moved, he grabbed it with one hand, and a staff taller than him appeared in his hand, and with the turbulent magic fluctuations, he began to hold the spell.

It is a kind of indescribable way of holding a mantra, like the sound of countless people bargaining in the vegetable market, noisy and noisy, but listening carefully is like dozens of musicians singing together, or excited, or low, or hoarse, or roaring, each has a unique rhythm and feelings, each has its own rhythm, but with each other it forms a kind of surging tide like a big wave.

No, it should be said that it is not seeming, but real, as the secret spell progresses, the old wizard is like a butterfly that stirs its wings, causing the elements of this region to surge like a tide.

It was an elemental tide visible to the naked eye, and the illusion of colorful auroras was surging, surging like ocean waves, converging on the old wizard, and the old wizard's scepter, the gem at the top was like a spotlight getting brighter and brighter, from fireflies to the bright moon streamer, and then to the sky like the sun, just dozens of breaths.

"Sixty-third, it will definitely work. Give it to me, open it!!"

After dozens of breaths, the old wizard suddenly stopped the spell, and his face was hideous and tyrannical, waving his scepter and smashing it into the center of the circle with a sun.

Rumble!

There was a muffled sound, and a surging shock wave swept across the entire fortress, and all the debris was swept to the walls, so all the wizards experienced it more than once, and hid outside the fortress early.

The old wizard was the only one who stood still, the cold wind blowing his bearded robe, making the sound of hunting, he didn't move, he couldn't move, the visible elemental power converged on his body, and in the medium of his body converged to the top of the scepter, and then flowed into the witchcraft array.

Such a dense elemental power is not something that he can inherit as an extraordinary wizard at all, even a legendary great wizard will choose the way of diversion, but the old wizard insists on it, even if the body on his body shrinks, the flesh and blood are reduced, and the vitality is passing, even if the pain makes his face pale and his muscles tremble, but he still insists.

Simple, he stared at the array of witchcraft in front of him with his eyes full of vicissitudes, observing the changes, without blinking.

He watched as the magma-dense elemental power flowed little by little, spreading through the magic patterns and lighting up area after area, until finally, the entire super-large sorcery array was ignited.

Rumble!

The second thunderous roar resounded throughout the battlefield of the Ninth City, as if it exploded in everyone's ears, and both demons and professionals couldn't help but tremble in fright. But this time, there was no shockwave, no destruction, just a condensed ball of light in the center of the super-large sorcery array.

Some are just buried in the entire Ninth City, in the corners, under the ground, in the city walls, the countless metal runes in the fortress flickered with light, and under the flow of elemental power, nine tall towers rose in the entire Ninth City.

It was a tall tower from the ground, similar to the Wizard's Tower, but it wasn't that complicated, and it didn't feel the majesty of the Wizard's Tower, but it was enough, because with the pillar of light that reached into the sky, a crimson defensive stance that held up the sky hung over the Ninth City.

The streamer turns, and the mist rises!

This is...... It worked!

Oversized Witchcraft Array...... Successfully arranged!

Inside the city.

This crimson super-large defensive stance was very caught in some kind of recognition, and when it rose into the air, the demons in the city had already felt obvious suppression, as if the king was unscrupulously blooming his majesty.

The demons below the higher levels seemed to have a mass of life burning in their bodies, blazing and irritable, and in just a moment they rose up and burned them clean.

The demons above the higher level felt a great threat, they didn't care about their opponents, they didn't care about destruction, and their life instincts urged them to flee for their lives.

His escape was smooth, extremely fast, and fast beyond their control.

The super-large sorcery circle is a mimic life created by the 'Ninth Level Activation Technique' with certain intelligence cores, similar to the tower spirit of the wizard's tower, and assists in management.

It obviously knew that it couldn't help these high demons, so it added some power to them, as if installing a spring compressed to the extreme, and with a 'jump', all the high demons were 'sent out' as quickly as possible.

The professionals who lost their opponents were a little stunned, they looked at the sky blankly, and their faces seemed to change under the light.

After a long time, they finally reacted, and countless warriors ran out of the castle, raising their weapons and roaring angrily, venting their happiness, while others knelt beside their comrades, looking at their corpses, their faces full of tears.

Inside the fortress, the old wizard finally moved, his body shook, and he fell on his back, and through the fortress, his wise and vicissitudes of life seemed to be able to see the rising witchcraft stance.

"I've lived for so many years, I just don't want to swallow this breath, perhaps, my fate is this day!"

"Fate, I can't become a legend after all, but with a city, I also admit it!"

The old wizard's eyes became more and more chaotic, and his chest no longer rose and fell, but before he finally died, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Inside the watchtower.

Charles had been waiting for this moment for too long, he almost reached out to grab the horn to the side, but it seemed to be too nervous, his palms were sweaty, and the horn almost hit the ground under the slippage.

It was also a herald on the side who was alert, and he reached out to help stabilize his center of gravity, and then he helped to put the huge horn on the wall.

Standing in front of the horn, Charles quickly wiped the sweat of his palms on his armor, grabbed the handle of the horn again, took a breath with all his might, puffed up his cheeks, and blew the air into the horn fiercely.

Whining......

Woowoowoo......

"War does not begin because of you, but it ends with your trumpet. ”

At this moment, all this sentence sounded in Charles's mind.