"Damn! the spell failed!" came a woman's angry voice in a small room. On the floor in front of her was an intricate pattern, and in the center of these patterns, the crystal sphere used as a medium of communication had shattered, and all the six hundred and sixty-six candles surrounding the woman and the pattern had been extinguished.

A burst of intense fire erupted from the spell book spread out in front of her, burning the evil tome made of human skin in an instant.

"How is this possible? That kid is just a fledgling who has just stepped out of the Mage Tower, how can he..."Kuira, the witch who had greeted Aimia before, walked into the room after hearing the shouts of her companions, and at a glance she saw the burning spell book with only the cover remaining. You know, this book is something that their witch group has spent a lot of effort to obtain, and this whole book contains only one kind of spell, and that is to drive a very terrible being through sacrifice.

This being is known as the Mother of Shadows, and according to the books, she is an ancient and perverse evil god. Unlike other evil beings with many priests, the sacrifices to the Mother of Shadows have rarely been recorded since ancient times, and no one has ever claimed or witnessed the cult or organization that worships her, and everything about this shrine is more unknowable and unpredictable than any other being.

However, no one doubts the power of an evil god, and even if he is not obsessed with spreading his faith, this does not mean that he is weaker than other known beings. Anyway, from the perspective of the creatures in this world, the strength and weakness of those high-ranking existences are completely meaningless, just like ants can't tell the difference between humans. This is why the witches regard this once-only summoning as the best greeting gift, and in their opinion, the easy killing of Cheese, Emia's greatest reliance, can give the betrayer the greatest fear, so that their revenge is meaningful.

But what they never expected was that the summoning technique, which had consumed a huge amount of resources to release, would actually fail! Although they didn't know what went wrong, it was certain that the gray-robed mage called Cheese was not killed by the Mother of Shadows. This kind of result was obviously something that the witches could not accept, after all, as the person in charge of destroying the evidence of the Apothecary Society, if the mage really lived to take the chief apothecary's notes away, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the plan of the "adult".

"Where's Kiri, call her, I want her to kill the gray-robed one right now!" Kouira's brow furrowed at the thought of the horrific consequences of letting the mage go, her eyes glinting with fear or anger. Now the cheese is weak, as long as they move now, it is entirely possible to intercept the mage halfway, as long as they kill the cheese, then what happened tonight can be erased......

Lights, extinguished. The witches were swallowed up by the sudden darkness and froze in place. The room had no windows other than the door for the spell to be cast, and the door was closed when Kouira entered the room. So, what exactly is it that blows out the lights?

On the other hand, outside the walls of the royal capital, a large number of rat people are still attacking the city without fear of death. The corpses of the nezumi who died during the day were piled up under the city walls, making it easier for latecomers to climb the walls. As the battle progressed, the pile of corpses piled up higher and higher, and although most of the walls were still on top of the corpses, the difficulty of the siege was much lower for the rat people than during the day.

In contrast, the combat power on the human side has been severely damaged. Man is a species that is easily controlled by emotions, and after the initial fear and excitement, the battle that lasted for a whole day left both soldiers and commanders numb. And in a protracted war, numbness is the deadliest problem. Once the warriors get used to slashing, they forget to dodge sudden changes, and physical exhaustion can be recovered by short rests and eating, but mental exhaustion is often more difficult to heal and more deadly.

"Gaha!" the nezumi that jumped up from under the walls screamed and pounced on a soldier with his back to it, who was so engrossed in the fight with the enemy in front of him that he didn't realize that his companion, who was supposed to be covering him, was now too caught up in the battle to care for him. The nezumi's claws stretched out towards his neck, which was not protected by armor, and the attacked soldier had already sensed that something was wrong, but mental fatigue made him miss the opportunity to dodge.

"Poof!" the sound of a blade piercing through flesh rang out from behind the soldier, but it wasn't from the nezu-man's claws. The Iron Knight kicked the nezumi down from his sword and drew his weapon.

"Soldier, focus on it. The old knight said, taking the warrior's right elbow with his left hand, and with a sharp push forward, sending the soldier's sword into the heart of the other nezumi.

Having saved the soldier, Atticus did not stop, and walked up and down the city walls with iron in hand. Whenever he noticed that the defenders were tired, the chief knight would help them clear the nezumi from the city walls, and motivate them to continue the battle with practical actions. In fact, not only the Iron Knight himself, but also the knights of the Kingdom Knights in the royal capital, like their commanders, were integrated into each unit fighting on the city walls, becoming a beacon for other soldiers. It can be said that without these strong-willed knights, the human front would have collapsed.

But that's not the way to go. Atticus threw a nezumi off the wall, looked at the pair of green eyes under the wall, and thought. There are too many nezumi, and the space on the city wall is already limited, and when the corpses of the warriors and nezumi who died in battle have no time to clean up, the space for human activities will be compressed. This trend is deadly, once more than half of the space on the city wall is filled with corpses, even if the attack of the nezumi weakens, the humans may no longer be able to hold the city wall as easily as they did at the beginning.

We need reinforcements. The Iron Knight looked into the darkness in the distance. It doesn't take much, even if it's just a squad of a few dozen people, as long as they come from a distance in the armor of a blue lion, it's enough to inspire all the warriors on the city walls. Atticus' eyesight was so good that his years of military service had not hurt his eyes, and even in the darkness of the night, the Iron Knight could see far away from the fires on the walls. Suddenly, in the darkness in the distance, behind the rat army, he seemed to see something.

"Soldier, I need lighting. The chief knight walked up to the tower, pulled over a warrior with a bow and arrow, and pointed in a distant direction.

The soldier, who was supposed to be the largest individual among the snipers, was suddenly pulled up and was a little confused. But when he saw that the person he was talking to was the Grand Master of the Kingdom Knights, he was immediately shaken, and without saying a word, he gave a military salute. After hearing the knight's request clearly, the archer nodded deeply, drew an arrow wrapped in cloth from the quiver at his feet, and dipped it in the oil pool beside him, and immediately a warrior stepped forward and lit the illuminated arrow.

"Shoot a little higher, that thing is behind the nezumi. Atticus said.

The archer nodded, pulled the longbow in his hand to the maximum, and shot it into the air.

The flaming arrows swept across the battlefield at breakneck speed like meteors, causing the rats under the walls to turn their heads. Many of the soldiers were also attracted by this arrow, and they did not understand why they were shooting the light arrow into the distance at this time, which made no sense at all. But when they saw where the arrow had fallen, all the soldiers, including Atticus, were frightened by the firelight.

Although the field of vision that the rocket can bring is limited due to the distance and the darkness of the night, in this limited field of vision, these people can clearly see that behind the rat people, there are one or more large, bloated things, but even larger than the giant rat people.

"Grave guards. The Iron Knight Captain muttered when he saw the dark shadows.