After only ten minutes of being attacked by the army of the undead, the gates of Celestia were now a hellish sight.

The city gate garrison could not organize a decent formation, and was constantly scattered by bones and zombies, and the defense line was already broken.

The deputy captain of the garrison, named Charlie, was a burly man in the prime of life.

He was once an adventurer who traveled around the empire, and not only was he quite good at sword skills, but he also had actual combat experience that was unmatched by those around him.

Undead monsters are nothing new to Charlie, but he has never heard of them before.

In fact, now only the team led by Charlie himself is left, and it can barely resist the enemy.

Charlie concentrated as much of his remaining manpower as he could, setting up a simple barricade at the entrance to the main access to the street.

The guards hid behind the barricades and stabbed the monsters through the cracks with spears that slammed into the waves.

There are so many enemies that there is no need to deliberately aim at all, and a random stab can easily hit.

Luckily, the monsters don't have a lot of intelligence, so they just push forward and don't be able to jump over the roadblocks defactly.

But having said that, the physical strength of the guards is not without a bottom line, and the barricades themselves also have a limit to durability, and the spear will break in a few strokes.

Weak defenses, rout is only a matter of time.

"Hold on! Hold on! We have no way back! Remember me! Behind you are your parents, your wives, your children, and your relatives and friends! Don't let these damn monsters step through here!"

Charlie had forgotten how many times he had been so hoarse to boost morale.

At first, there are some effects, but as the number of times it becomes more complicated, the effect will only become weaker and weaker.

But the number of monsters is endless, they are tireless, and what is even more unbearable is that once familiar colleagues will also join the ranks of monsters after death, so that their army will continue to grow.

The noses of the guards were paralyzed by the stench of decay and blood, and they tried not to think or look at the corpses of their comrades who had become monsters, but to repeat the mechanical movements of stabbing, pulling, and stabbing again.

In Charlie's team was a fourteen-year-old boy named Michelle.

Compared with the sturdy men around her, Michelle's face still has a residue of immaturity that is in line with her age.

In terms of physique, he doesn't seem to be a combat force, but the thin Michelle is the savior that everyone is looking forward to at this time.

Because, he is not an ordinary teenager, but an elemental magician.

Not long ago, he used several fire magic spells to save the lives of many people present.

"Michelle, can you do one more shot or two?"

Michelle's lips were white, and cold sweat was pouring down his face, and anyone could tell that his condition was not optimistic.

"Hold on, wait a minute...... Me, I need some time to regain my mana......"

"Brothers, do you hear me! Resist! Buy time for Michelle!"

It is extremely dangerous for a mage to use up his magic, which is like blood to humans.

Excessive use can lead to collapse and coma, and in severe cases, it can even be life-threatening.

Charlie knew this, but still asked Michelle loudly in a volume that everyone around him could hear.

He didn't want this poor young man to continue to squeeze out his magic power, but he just hoped that he would give hope to his subordinates around him, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope, humanity would be able to hold on for a little longer in a desperate situation.

However, Michelle is a straightforward and serious teenager, and he lives up to everyone's expectations, squeezing out what little magic he has left, and chanting incantations.

"-

Scarlet flames gathered from the tip of the staff in his hand, and the flames gradually expanded to the size of a skull, and then turned into a cannonball and shot out.

Fireballs exploded in the monster pile, and a shockwave of heat swept all around, engulfing the dense skeleton in flames.

It has to be said that Michelle's qualities as a magician are extremely excellent.

Even though his own magic power was on the verge of exhaustion, the power of the magic he released was not affected in the slightest.

With such a steady mana control, it's hard to imagine that he was just a magic apprentice not long ago.

When he was still in school, Michelle's mentor praised him a lot.

Only the most seasoned magician understands how draining it is to control the power of magic, and how valuable it is to maintain stability from start to finish.

It not only requires solid basic skills, but also requires strong mental strength.

As long as the concentration is slightly weakened, the strength of the magic will inevitably fluctuate.

However, even if Michelle is talented, it can't change the fact that he is just starting out, and the total amount of magic power will soon be stretched thin.

"――――,――――,――――...... Ahem! ahem...... Whew...... Huh...... Huh...... Hah......h

Michelle wanted to continue chanting the incantation, but her knees weakened and she sat down on the ground.

The consumption of mana is undoubtedly beyond its limits.

Without magical fire support, the number of undead only increased, and a steady stream of them pressed against the barricades.

Eventually, the crude timber could no longer support the weight of the backlog and collapsed with a loud clatter.

Before the guards in the front row could scream, their chests were crushed and they died on the spot.

Then, one after another, wails rang out in the sky.

"Wow-wow!"

"Don't, don't come here!!"

"Who's coming, who's going to save me, save me!!!"

No matter how much the guards shouted for help, no one could escape the tragic fate.

Their soft flesh is trampled by bones and gnawed by zombies, and the armor of their bodies is not only not used for defense, but only delays the painful process of death longer.

"Retreat! Those who are still alive retreat to the square!!"

Charlie lifted his sword and took the lead, cutting off the zombie that had fallen on one of the team members, pulling the wounded team member out and blocking him in front of him.

"Check, Mr. Charlie...... I'm ...... too!"

Michelle struggled to prop up her trembling knees with a short cane and struggled to get behind Charlie.

"Get out of here, you kid can only pull back now!"

But Charlie waved his hand and rudely pushed the boy who couldn't stand away.

"Hey, over there, carry this kid away! I'll deal with this!"

With that, Charlie raised his sword, took a wide step, and squeezed out the last bit of brute force to block the monster that was advancing like a wall in front of him.

The muscles and bones made a screaming sound, and the soles of the feet could not step on the ground at all.

Charlie understands that he is not the hero who appears in the legendary story, and he may not be able to hold on for even ten seconds.

Everyone knew that Charlie was just dying in vain, and he was powerless to stop the army of the undead.

However, everyone is also hoping for some miracle to happen, something will save them, such as a merciful god, even a demon.

Everyone, just when their thoughts were about to be swallowed up by despair, a greeting like this sounded behind them-

"Good evening~~Uncles~~"

Everyone, including Charlie, barely maintained the posture of the horizontal sword against the undead, and turned their heads in the direction where the voice came from.

It was a beautiful voice like a heavenly sound, fresh and melodious, but full of vigor, as if it could sweep away the air of despair.

The owner of the voice was a petite girl, with long, soft peach-blond hair, the tips of which curled slightly like waves, draped over her narrow shoulders wrapped in pure white dressing gowns.

A puppet holding a bunny in her arms, with a sunny smile on her innocent and immature face.

The girl is so shiny, and her face is so cute that it makes people's hearts tickle.

The conspicuous presence was incompatible with the surrounding scene, forming a contrast that was so strong that it was difficult to describe, and everyone present couldn't help but feel a chill.

- Who is she, and why is she here?

Among the people present, only Charlie had a sense of déjà vu for the girl in front of him.

As long as he recalls a little, it is not difficult to remember that when he visited the lord's palace, he saw this sweet and lovely face in front of him, which left a deep impression on him at that time.

The girl in front of her was undoubtedly the daughter of the lord she had seen at that time, one of the three sisters.

Although Charlie couldn't tell which one she was, it didn't matter at this point.

The important thing is that it is dangerous here, and Charlie cannot watch the young girl die.

But before Charlie could shout "Get out of here", he only felt a light in his hand and almost fell forward.

For some reason, the weight that seemed to be able to crush itself at any time disappeared.

The skeleton on the front suddenly became fragmented, and the fragments of the skeleton were scattered all over the place.

――...... What happened!?

Charlie didn't have time to think, he could only hear the wind whistling in his ears.

The sharp air currents passed by, cutting off and smashing the zombies and bones in front of him like weeds one after another.

Magic - Michelle was the first to notice this, and immediately he found the magician who drove the magic.

At the same time, he was stunned, because the razor-sharp air flow actually came from the cute girl who suddenly appeared, holding a puppet.

Judging by the phenomenon, this is probably some kind of wind type attack magic. In terms of power, it should be the same as the fireball he used before, and it should belong to the second order.

However, what surprised Michelle the most was that the girl didn't seem to chant half a spell when she cast her magic.

Michelle subconsciously concluded that she had missed it, because there is no magic in this world that does not need to be chanted.

- Is a wind-based elemental magician? A girl who is only so young is a genius ......!

But before Michelle could finish sighing secretly, the following phenomenon immediately denied his speculation.

Two orbs emerged from the girl's side, a serene pale blue color.

As a fire-based elemental mage, Michelle immediately realized that it was flame, though not the bright red hue she was familiar with.

Then, from the blue fireball, a straight ray swept away close to the ground, and the messy scattered bones were only gently licked before turning into pitch-black carbon dust and drifting away in the wind.

――...... How is it possible!Is a girl of this age actually a dual-attribute elemental magician!?

Normally, elemental mages are only proficient in elemental magic of a single attribute.

Because, the magical attributes that human beings possess are inherently unique.

Of course, elemental magicians with high attainments can also manipulate magic with other attributes through continuous study.

But this is by no means a feat that this girl who is only seven or eight years old in front of her can achieve.

In addition, the pale blue flame showed unparalleled super power, which made Michelle even more staggered.

He couldn't understand what kind of flame could reach such strange heat. Such a terrifying flame, such a profound attainment, I am afraid that even the most revered mentor of his own is beyond the reach of the dust.

"Uncles have worked hard~~Let's rest first~~ Then just leave it to me~~"

After saying it lightly, the girl carried the bunny puppet and walked towards the army of the undead with brisk steps.

None of the guards present had time to stop the girl's crazy behavior.

But after a few seconds, everyone realized that they were simply worrying about the sky.

The lines of light danced in midair, centering around the girl's body, spreading rapidly in all directions.

The intricate array is like a round of exquisite compass, spinning and swaying in the space, and the dazzling brilliance envelops the entire city wall.

In the midst of this curtain of light like an artistic lantern, magic, came.

Even a magician can easily realize that the girl is not performing ordinary magic.

And Michelle, as a magician, has suffered an unprecedented impact.

It should be said that it is precisely because Michelle knows magic that he is more shocked than ordinary people.

This time, he dared to conclude that the girl had never chanted half of the incantation from beginning to end.

It was not because it was too short and too light that it was missed, because the magic array in the sky seemed to be given life, and it automatically formed at will, and the incredible speed could not be inserted into a single word.

――Impossible, impossible, how can it be possible to release magic without chanting!?

This subverts Michelle's most fundamental perception of magic.

The Mentor had taught him that chanting mantras was an indispensable step in channeling one's own magic.

Even a few skilled magicians can only abbreviate the spell, not completely omitted it.

And the minimum simplification of the spell, which is the quickest form of chanting, should also be chanting the name of the magic.

And the girl actually smashed this irreversible common sense as a matter of course.

Michelle couldn't imagine how superhuman her magical attainments were, and even suspected that this girl was one of the "sages" who stood at the top of the magicians in the world today.

Michelle's heart was thrilled by the magic circles flying in the sky, as if he had returned to his childhood when he was just introduced to magic, and he was eager to know what kind of magic the great magician who seemed to be a "sage" could depict.

However, unfortunately, the ever-changing structure of the array made it impossible for Michelle to read any information about the composition of the spell.

He had no choice but to put down his pride as a magician, give up thinking, hold his breath, and wait and see, like all the laymen around him.