III

On the afternoon of April 13, 1666, MDay+12 Stillburg

There are two ways to take a fortress. You can choose to storm from the outside, or infiltrate from the inside.

Generals who considered themselves famous generals tended to favor the latter rather than a head-to-head battle. There are many, many ways to infiltrate a fortress from the inside, airborne, tunnel, anti-intermittent, impersonation, teleportation, invisibility...... The commanders who wanted to go down in history memorized these tactics to the fullest, dreaming of one day turning the strongest fortress on earth into a stepping stone for themselves. However, in the era when the fortress was designed, the most important siege methods were precisely street fighting, magical proximity warfare, and internal infiltration. The fortress designers of that generation were not mathematicians, they were conspirators. Instead of thinking about how to keep the enemy from entering the fortress, they were thinking about how to prevent the enemy who had stormed the fortress from leaving alive.

Those guys were more like the dungeon guardians who designed the tombs of the ancient kings, Ionette thought silently. In the history of Fort Still's offense and defense, he had only succeeded once in the attack from the outside in, and never once with the inside out. The all-metal bulletproof bevel glows with a blinding glow, like Prison Island outside Port Teresa.

Ionette thought back to the order she had received, "What a plan. ”

"Brother Io, can we reactivate our defensive magic and magic weapons? "His lieutenant, Brother Leon, had a man's name, but a woman. In the Order of Alfalfa, all people are addressed to each other as friars and wear the same clerical attire, both men and women.

"Yes, Brother Leon. Convey it. ”

Hearing this, the captain of the Free Army, who led them to the gate of Fort Steel, frowned. "Wait a minute, you must disarm everything, ladies. Please understand that it is very rude. We don't dare let so many heavily armed priests enter the fortress. ”

"We weren't armed. Healing, guarding, and loving are the best weapons in themselves. Ionette replied, touching the two rings on her right index and middle fingers. He did not correct the officer's misconceptions. He knew that there were many people who regarded the Order as a "Female Order", but none of the Red Clothes who had been in charge of the Order had corrected this misunderstanding, and he had no power.

The Order of Alfalfa is one of the most important orders of the Orthodox Church, with a history dating back to the end of the Elven Empire. Rumor has it that the saint who founded the order served as the imperial prime minister of Emperor Arthur Hugh Curman, but all early records were lost in the Dark Ages, except for the motto: "All brothers and sisters are equal, and there should be no difference." All the precepts of the Congregation began and may end with this proverb. If they fail, I'm afraid there will be nothing left of the Order.

The fierce-looking captain looked suspiciously at the monks behind him, and in the end his imperial vigilance failed to overcome the instinct of male stupidity. "Feel free to do so, Vice-Imam Egru will be here soon. But you must remember that although we believe in religious freedom, it does not mean that you can force others to follow your Orthodox religion. ”

Of course, you don't have to worry about that. We are here purely to show our goodwill. Brother Leon replied with a smile on his face. Io didn't tell her the real order. She did believe that this was a goodwill event to ensure that the Imperial Fourth Army could pass through Fort Stille in the near future.

The deputy imam, dressed in a light yellow military uniform, soon arrived, with the rank of major, wearing two medals and clergy marks.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sisters of the North. We will benefit greatly from your attainments in healing magic. The deputy imam gestured to his chest and hugged Io warmly, "Please come with me." ”

Ionette nodded, and led more than a dozen of his subordinates into the depths of Fort Still.

The gesture made by the deputy imam can be broken down into three separate movements, each of which represents a Koman alphabet. Together, they are known as the "Royal Department of Security". All the royalists in the South who survived the guillotine and the gallows were loyal to him through this department, the hand of the emperor who ruled the world.

"It's all for the safety and glory of His Majesty the Emperor, and I'm Priest Egru. The major lowered his voice, his tone a little dissatisfied, "Why are you in such a hurry? ”

Io smiled wryly, he didn't know what was going to happen. The order came from the church, telling him only to act on the opportunistic. "To be honest, I don't know yet. I would like to confirm the retreat route. ”

"Retreat? Oh my God, it's going to kill you every time. Egru's lips twitched, "Don't try to get out of the main gate, and don't think about teleporting, the only teleportation array here is under the command tower." I think the safest thing to do is if I take you out in one piece, and you all have military or civilian uniforms, right?"

Io nodded, "Yes, but I'm not used to having just one plan. Can you take us to the Commander Tower?"

"That place is a bit sensitive. A group of Intrés with orders from the central government, vainly want to enter the fortress, and are negotiating with us inside, and there are many guards nearby. Eglo patted his head, "Ah, yes, maybe we can go to the back of the tower." ”

They skirted the staggered buildings, burrowed into narrow corridors, and went up and down the steps. Countless iron gates hang at the entrances and exits of steps, corridors, overpasses, and tunnels, and may fall with a single password, and countless deadly magic lurks in them. Eglo told them to avoid places that seemed to be the right way, and to be more careful of the road signs. Ionette whispered to her lieutenant, Brother Leon, to keep the path in mind. As for the traps, he wasn't worried—there were only a handful of magical traps that the cardinal couldn't break.

"Here we are, Brother Io. That's the Command Tower......"

Io was about to look up when the sound of glass cracking rushed into his eardrums, and the source of the sound was directly above his head. He subconsciously took a step back, but there were still some glass shards and falling objects hitting the hood and cloak, sticking to it. The cardinal wiped it casually, only to find that the stain on his index finger was red. He lowered his head in disbelief, and a bloody corpse lay across his eyes. The monks screamed.

"O gods. Who's this corpse?"

Egru crouched down and studied the mass of flesh. It wasn't difficult to identify the man, but it was difficult to accept it - his eyes widened and his expression suddenly distorted. "The rank on the shoulder is still there, it's Your Excellency Lieutenant General...... No. No, I didn't do it!"

The vigilant soldiers would soon gather. "We all know you didn't do it. Ionette hurriedly said, "The murderer is the one inside. ”

He suddenly realizes that he has underestimated the ability of Sid, the Minister of Security. Some in the heart of this fortress, under the siege of nearly 20,000 soldiers, in front of the officers who commanded these people, killed the commander of an entire army. Whoever did this kind of thing had to challenge the ancients who built the fortress.

Ionette touched the two platinum rings on her right hand, turning them in nervous thought. "Is that what he wants us to do?" he was confident to handle such dangers, but not confident to handle them with the nuns. They have a man's name, and they may have a man's powers, but they are not cardinals.

"Brother Io?" Brother Leon's magnetic contralto reminded him, "what are we going to do?"

Ionette stared at the broken window overhead, as if to see a piercing gaze watching him and his plans, alerting him to the risks of the mission. He always felt like he had felt this way somewhere, but somehow he couldn't recall it.

"What's that word called? Déjà vu...... Right?"

*** ***

In the room behind the broken window, people had not yet recovered from the shock of the emergency. The first to wake up was the bishop from Kengrad. Nemora stood up, pressed her emblem lightly on the table, and commanded the crowd in a deep and majestic voice.

"Lay down your arms, O innocent lambs! The sacred covenant tells us that violence will not solve anything, it will only create new ones. ”

As if infected, people put their guns and swords on the table, except for people like Anne, Bonnie, and Nikolai, who were no longer armed. A hint of resistance flashed through Naimon's mind, but he obediently put the two guns in his hands on the table. Seeing that everyone had laid down their weapons, the bishop wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed over control of the situation to Bonnie.

"Bishop Luthor, the rest is up to you. ”

"You just said ...... Bishop?Is there a bishop here?" Hearing this legendary honorary priesthood, the chief priest of the army on the other side was taken aback and almost collapsed on the table.

"I am. Suppressing the panic in her heart, Bonnie stood up and bowed her head like a true religious person.

People were amazed. They only knew that Pluto Luthor was a politician and banker, but they had no idea that he still had this identity. The new church claims to be equal for all believers, and does not have a large and complex church organization. In total, there are only three levels of official clergy, patriarch, and bishop in the church, and only those who have made great contributions to the church will be given the title of "deacon". In a sense, this title is more respected in the South than the President of the Bundestag.

"I deeply regret the accident just now. Please calm down, we must not kill each other here. She walked to the window, ran her fingers through the broken glass, looked downstairs, and collected her thoughts. She hid the panic in her eyes from anyone to see.

In fact, she had not officially received the appointment and was not in any position with the General Committee for the Covenant Revision, but she could understand Nemola's purpose. Ten people can be controlled by coercive magic, but it is impossible to control eighteen thousand. She had to take up the burden to pacify the eighteen thousand soldiers. The guards will soon be up, and ......

Bonnie suddenly saw the hooded friars downstairs.

She rubbed her eyes, and the hooded friars were still there, and the leader held his head high, and seemed to see her. She suddenly felt a chill.

"Why are those people here, who are they?" her lips twitched, considering the worst-case scenario. From beneath the conning tower, there were many stumbling footsteps and shouts, reminding her of the urgency of time. She hurriedly cast a look at her sister.

Anne nodded, and casually untied the command spell on Naimon and Nikolai. Nikolai picked up the pistol from the table and immediately brought several senior officers on the opposite side under control. Anne picked up her own, turned around, and rushed out the door with a word.

"The other party will kill them at any time, I'll stop them. ”

"Wait a minute, you can't go alone......" Naimon was stunned, got up and hurried out of the room after her.

The first to scream were the guards outside, who seemed to be preparing for a surprise attack when they were caught off guard. Short firefights and incantations rang out just outside the negotiation room, slowly moving down the corridors and stairs. A few minutes later, the sound of an explosion joined the symphony, and the entire command tower seemed to tremble slightly.

Bonnie clenched her fists and began to do what she was supposed to do. She slowly stood up, leveling her breath and listening to the movement outside. When the firefight was gone, she pressed her hand against the wall, tapped the back of her fingers against the wall, and whispered a mantra.

"Speak my voice, all that is connected to it...... Meta: Widen Resonate!"

A wide range of resonance magic unfolded across the walls of the fortress, turning each brick into a megaphone. Everyone around them held their breath and waited for her to speak, without making a sound.

"Ahem...... Can you hear me? This is the test. ”

Bonnie coughed twice hard, and all the walls responded with the same coughing sound. She smiled, walked to the window, and looked at the panicked Stillburg before speaking.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Bishop Luther of the Reformation Society. Commissioned by the Reformation Council and the government of Kengrad, I have come to this city to save you, your faith, your country, and your free souls. ”

The entire fortress repeated what she had said, and a soft, mellow, magnetic neutral voice echoed through the corridors and underground tunnels that made one want to keep listening.

"I know it sounds hard to believe, but hear me a few questions. Think about it, how long has it been since you received your full salary? Since the day when you have not received any real gold coins? I wonder when the priest who listened to your confession began to be silent? How many times have soldiers of devout faith or thinking been treated inexplicably unjustly? What have some of your officers done in command of you in the last six months? Recall what the hell are you doing here? Are you really fighting for your country, or have you been manipulated by the interests and ambitions of some people?"

A prepared silence, accompanied by the sound of gentle breathing. You can hear people talking to each other, but it's hard to hear what they're saying. A moment later, the "Bishop Luther" speech continued.

"What you don't know is that for the past six months, Fort Stille has been under the shadow of a conspiracy of traitors. The apostates who tried to undermine our devout faith have taken control of this fortress, and they are still lurking among you! They want to return our country to a time when there was only one faith in the Old Religion and no free thinking was allowed! Fortunately, the attempts of these apostates in the South have been thwarted. But the enemies here still don't know how to rest, and they still continue their evil plans!"

"That's what he was going to do......" Ionette Hartman tapped the sound coming from the wall next to him, but the sound continued. He turned around and asked, "Brother Leon, you're better at dispersing and countering. Is there any way to interrupt this amplification magic?"

Leon, who was petite in stature, walked quickly to the wall, his palm glowing white, and tapped the wall lightly twice. "I'm sorry, Brother Io, but this probably won't be dispelled—unless we find the caster. ”

"Oh, he claims to be the bishop, and I thought he was bragging. Listening to the incitement of the voice, Ionette's brow furrowed more and more. "All of you take off your monk's robes and tunics!Deputy Imam Egre, where is the company closest to the Command Tower?"

Eglo bent down and looked at the road sign in the corner of the wall written in code. "The nearest is Barracks No. 23, where two companies ...... stationed"

"Then we'll go. It's a shame that we don't take advantage of the deliberate chaos. The Alfalfa Knights took off their cloaks, revealing the Freedom Army Captain's uniform inside. "We are the staff officers who escaped from the Command Tower to organize the rescue, and you can testify, Your Excellency Egru. All for the safety and glory of His Majesty the Emperor. ”

The Alfalfa monks hurried forward in the confusion, gathering all the guards they could see along the way. The bricks vibrated as they continued the last thing they wanted to hear.

"A hundred years ago, in the same land, people of different faiths killed each other. Justice is trampled on, and only power runs rampant. Our ancestors won, but they did not return blood for blood, they forgave all those who did not want to change their traditions. They are soberly aware that only the most fanatical Orthodox, the hereditary aristocracy that has the greatest profits, are our enemies. Regrettably, these people do not have the same tolerance, and they do everything they can to try to bring back those days of bloodshed. Even now, those apostates and traitors are still trying to control you. They are angrily rebuking you, trying to turn you away from the right guidance. No, don't obey them, forget the foolish devotions to your superiors, and think alone, like a real man, and ask your innermost conscience!"

Bonnie knew she was wielding a dangerous weapon, but she had no choice. First of all, it is to erect a common enemy as a target......

"I saw that the Orthodox had reached the foot of the command tower. I saw that the soldiers of the Fourth Army had crossed the Oss River! It was they who had plotted to kill the commander of Fort Still, and were preparing to take over the fortress with the traitors. This fortress belongs to freedom! This fortress that our predecessors captured with their blood! This fortress that symbolizes a hundred years of hard fighting and sacrifice! How can we hand over this fortress that embodies the glory of the Free Army to the Empire? Can you tolerate all this?!"

She paused here and waved lightly at Nikolai. The Shadow Mage nodded knowingly, and shook his gun at the captives in the room.

Everyone immediately shouted "No!" with great amusement, and the voice sounded like the entire fortress was shouting together.

Bonnie immediately answered: "Yes, no! I believe in you, I believe in your honor, I believe in your will! I see you stand up and fight against enemies hidden within and outside of us! Whether you belong to the Vinaya, the Priori, the Introspection, or the Entente, whether you are Protestant, Old Christian, or Unitarian, ask your heart! Consider what these people who are commanding you have done in the last six months? Think about it, are they really acting in accordance with the Liberty Army's military regulations, or is it a person's conscience? Are they treating you fairly? Are they giving you what you deserve? Think! If the answer is 'no,' don't obey them!"

Nikolai duly carried out a second round of pistol threats. The shouts of "No, no, never!" were even more powerful than the first.

Bonnie's fist slammed on the table, and her tone became more and more intense: "Anyone who tries to trample on your freedom will be expelled from the church, expelled from the government of the Republic for breaking their oath. To the virtues of loyalty and obedience there is a higher virtue, and that is your conscience! Ladies of the Republic, you have joined the army to defend your homeland, your faith, and your freedom, have you? You are not fighting for the personal ambitions of your commanders! Refuse their orders, surrender their weapons! Do not be afraid of them, the leader of these traitors, General Pickett, has been executed, and no one will hold you accountable for it!"

In any army, at least half of the officers are not loved by their subordinates, and Bonnie is sure of that. She knew that in this era, there was no army that was not sustained by the corporal punishment and brutality of officers, and there was no army whose officers were not corrupt from military salaries. As long as these simple soldiers are given enough righteous name, their actions will be chaotic and they will no longer be so blind to carry out orders. After that, it is only necessary to give them a fuse to arouse their enthusiasm and self-esteem......

"At this moment, all the enemies are united and try to stifle our resistance. At this moment, all fears are gathered in one place, trying to make us surrender without a fight. The enemy is within us as well as outside us! In the name of my Bishop, I authorize you to punish all apostates and traitors who dare to resist this takeover! All the troops loyal to freedom, hoist your four-color cross, stay at your posts, and keep up with your duty!"

Bonnie raised her hand, and a huge four-color cross flag was scattered outside the command tower, fluttering in the wind.

"Anyone has the right to punish those people, even if they are your immediate superiors! This authority is higher than military law, above civil law, above all secular laws! Whatever you do today, you will be forgiven! If anyone tries to order you to resist this takeover, to gather you without permission, you must resolutely oppose them! Again, all the troops loyal to the republic, obey the takeover, and raise the flag!"

Slowly, flag after flag was raised, accompanied by the unstoppable sound of gunfire and shouts. Firelight and black smoke began to emerge in and around Fort Still, looking like some kind of signal. Bonnie noticed that the flags had not been raised in the last few barracks. Her hands tapped lightly on the walls, whispering the secret words that unleashed the amplification magic.

"Sure enough, a peaceful takeover is impossible...... Hopefully there's still enough time. Bonnie listened to the sound of gunfire and sent a plea for help to General Eugen's headquarters.

*** ***

"That's a good point. If only all problems could be solved by speeches and incitement...... It's a pity that it's not so easy to solve. ”

Listening to her sister's speech, Anne poked her head out and glanced into the foyer of the Command Tower at the end of the hallway. Several iron doors in the corridor were lowered, and only a few gaps were left that were only large enough for a person to pass through sideways, and the situation could barely be seen clearly.

Dozens of soldiers had just rushed in from outside the command tower and subdued the headquarters guard. The men, led by seven or eight officers, gathered nervously and appeared to be in formation.

"Don't listen to his demagoguery! I saw these men kill our commander and take control of the command tower! They were premeditated!"

One officer preached loudly, while the others controlled all entrances and exits. The group wore uniforms of various colors, mostly yellow, but also many other colors, and looked like a patchwork of troops. Several non-commissioned officers with muskets guarded the hallway facing them.

Anne complained in a low voice: "We have only gathered more than twenty guns up and down this tower, and the enemy has easily managed to get a company. Are they going to stop us here?"

Naimon corrected: "I'm afraid there is more than one company in military uniforms. The remaining troops were presumably sent to suppress the army intended to respond to us, or worse......"

"Go open the gates to meet the Imperial Army? Anne somehow found a few bullets and pressed them into the magazine of her pistol, glanced at the hall, shook her head and put down the gun, "No, it's too far away, and there are obstacles in between." This place is clearly designed for hand-to-hand combat. Any plans?"

Naimon measured the length of the arc corridor and hesitated, "Is this the only way?" However, we haven't taken control of the other half of the command tower......"

"It's okay, that's a good idea. With my gun, you are responsible for organizing the feint. The blonde girl handed him the pistol, her hands glowing with magic, "I'll figure out how to arrange the main attack." ”

Naimon took the silver pistol and fiddled with the safety, realizing that the bolt was very different from what he knew. "This isn't actually a magic gun, is it? ”

"Magic can't provide too much speed. The rifling and the spells on the guns are truly magical. Relying on special bullets to fight against magical defenses is not enough after all. ”

Anne took a few steps back from him, pressed her right index finger to her earlobe, and whispered something. Her lips moved quickly and urgently, and Naimon knew it was a medium-difficulty secret contact magic. He could also guess who she was contacting. Soon, the sound of explosions coming from outside the gate of the commander's tower and the roar of enemy officers confirmed his suspicions.

"The enemy is throwing grenades and water from the tower!

A dozen people ran out of the door, and then retreated after a burst of gunfire and explosions. Naimon and Anne looked at each other and nodded in understanding.

"I don't think there's going to be a better opportunity than now. ”

"Let's do it, then?"

Naimon quietly squeezed through the first iron gate, aimed at the second iron gate, and pulled the trigger of the "Law Exterminator". The sudden hesitant recoil caused him to take three steps back and hit the first iron gate before stopping. The Spell Exterminator's bullet was far more powerful than he had imagined: it pierced through the remaining three iron doors in succession, leaving huge cone-shaped holes in each one. People's horizons are broadened. Naimon fell to the ground and commanded in a loud voice: "Volley!"

All the soldiers raised their guns and fired through the hole into the hall. Anne even shot out more than a dozen magic missiles at an unimaginable speed, and the number looked like there was a company of magicians providing support. Three of the non-commissioned officers guarding the front of the corridor fell in the blink of an eye, and more than a dozen of the remaining soldiers were knocked down by the torrential attack.

From the other end of the hallway, a firm command sounded. This is not the man who spoke just now, this voice is so much more powerful, it even overwhelms the sound of gunfire. "The enemy has strong firepower, activate the trap in the passage to block!"

The magic trap in the passage is activated. The trigger wire was pulled off, and a wall of flames suddenly appeared between the iron gates. These walls of fire continued to burn, blocking attacks and vision from both sides. Naimon crawled out of the hallway, the wreckage of several trigger lines cutting through his uniform.

"The trap is too powerful, I'm afraid this path won't work, Annie!"

"It's okay, I'm afraid they don't have complicated traps. Do you have any long enough tools?Wooden rods, iron rods, spears......" Anne looked around, and found what she wanted in the hands of the guards who had just arrived, and snatched it up, "Ah, this is also possible." ”

"What are you going to do with it?" Seeing what Anne was holding in her hand, Naimon was stunned for a moment, "That's important......"

Anne took the thing to her left hand, deaf to his words. She stood at the side of the hallway, gesturing the width of the hallway, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Sure enough, in order to set up the traps, this place is all back-sealed, and there is no metal and no anti-magic structure. The solid stone in front of her, change back to its original shape......" After reciting the incantation, her right hand slammed into the wall. "Liquefaction!"

The difficulty of this five-stage magic itself is not very high, but few people can liquefy an object as large as a fortress. She had carved a path through the wall, a path sealed by mud.

Anne held the object in her left hand flat, tapped the tip of her right foot to the ground, and recited two more incantations.

"Soar, O wind...... Levitation! Flag, Fly...... Animate!"

The girl's body floated in mid-air, facing the not-so-spacious entrance.

Like a gust of wind, the figure of Second Lieutenant Anne Seffel blew through the artificially created corridor through which only she could pass.

In both hands, she held the battle flag of the Republic Division, the "Four Colors", which danced rapidly on its own, looking like an air knight preparing for an assault.

Half of the entire load-bearing wall liquefied, and the liquid mixed with the remaining ten million catties of sediment rushed out, attracting the attention of all the soldiers of the 1st Division.

Purple and red magic missiles rained down like heavy sand and slashed through the defenders' magical shields and shattered their improvised chain of command. The red figure descended from the mud and sand, like an angel that would bring nightmares, albeit dirty.

Losing the control order of the mage master, the burning of the trap in the corridor also stopped, and Naimon and the other soldiers who had caught up hurriedly followed.

They saw a thick pile of mud more than half a person high in the foyer, and a mountain of mud and sand in the corner. Almost all the soldiers lost their weapons and lost the ability to resist. Anne's blonde hair and red uniform were all stained with gray-black muddy water, and she stood proudly on the top of the muddy mountain with the "four-colored" battle flag stained with blood and mud.

Maybe it's an illusion, but Naimon does think that Anne is more beautiful than ever at this moment. That's the way Anne Halffield can fight. She always rushed to the front of the line, breaking the defenses in a way that no one expected, and minimizing the damage-

In fact, she only stayed there for a moment, but Naimon always felt that the figure had been there for a long, long time.

Seeing Naimon coming, Anne wiped the mud from her lips and shouted, "Watch your step, pull up the captives who have passed out in the muddy water first......"

But she couldn't finish it. Someone had been hiding for a long time, just waiting for the moment when she could speak, unable to chant the incantation.

"Arbiter of the Covenant, Bloodline Form!"

It was the firm voice from before. Countless silver wires that had been laid in wait leaped up from the mud mountain and slashed at Anne from all directions.

"Annie!" Naimon exclaimed, reflexively closing his eyes, not daring to look at the bloody ending. He knew that the Cutting Wire was a rare weapon, an easily concealed weapon that was a favorite of the Assassins. A single cutting wire could slit a human's fragile throat - and the cutting lines that slashed at Anne were dense enough to reflect fire!

There was a loud bang, and people were dumbfounded.

All the wires stopped on the outside of Anne's skin, failing to cut her in two. Her body was entwined with these silver threads and turned into a humanoid silver cocoon. Her arms were trapped in the silver cocoon, unable to move, and her magic was invisibly far less.

"Tempered skin?trigger magic?It's a shame, we're enemies......"

Ionette Hartmann, who was manipulating the silver threads, stood up from the muddy water, the rings on his index fingers connecting the silver threads. Without hesitation, he flicked his wrist, and silver lightning ran down the silver thread. Anne snorted, fighting the lightning with all her might.

"The archbishop of the New World?!he's from the Empire!" Naimon couldn't remember the man's name, but remembered his identity, and he didn't hesitate to raise his gun and shoot at him.

Ionette, who had just seen the power of the bullet, did not dare to be careless, clenched her fists, let out a low cry, and her muscles bulged. It's hard to imagine that there is such a majestic power hidden in his tall, thin body.

"Don't underestimate God's grace! You will lose this duel!" the cardinal shouted, pulling his hands outward, "Don't think that you can stop the arbiter by toughening your skin!"

Under this irresistible force, all the metal wires were ripped back, forming a dense arc in front of him, blocking all the bullets of Naimon. After stopping all the bullets, the mud and blood stained wires were straightened again and returned to Io's index finger.

Naimon suddenly realized what those straightened blood lines meant. The silver lightning was just a bait to lure the other party into fighting the paralyzing bait. The truly lethal attack is still on the silver thread itself -

And almost the same indirect strategy as them. The duel between the high-level mages is not a game of numbers, but a contest of reactions, tricks, and tricks.

"No...... No way. Ensign Sever? Annie!!"

No response. It is impossible for anyone to respond after being cut into a pulp of meat by tens of thousands of metal wires. The top of the mud hill was soaked in blood, and the blood and the remains of the corpses had been mixed into the mud and could not be distinguished.

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