The portal, which encompassed almost the entire square, suddenly began to vibrate. At first, none of the black-robed mages noticed anything unusual, until the pale blue curtain of light gradually changed color, becoming dull and deep. The aura of evil gradually spreads out.

"Get all the obsidian orbs out of here, this portal connects to the lower planes," an old black-robed mage said aloud to his colleagues. All the black-robed mages suddenly came to their senses and hurried to carry out the advice given by the old mage.

However, something terrifying happened. The black-robed mages who poked their fingers into the hub of the circle to pull out the obsidian orbs found that their palms had become disobedient, and the circle seemed to be enchanted, and it began to absorb the energy in the bodies of these casters.

Some mages tried to pull their palms out, but in vain, they could only watch as their palms slowly became shriveled and withered. To make matters worse, the situation continues to spread to the arms and torso, and the rate of change is getting faster and faster.

"That's all there is to it!"

A black-robed mage shouted in despair, then pulled out a dagger from his unaffected palm and slashed it down at his other shriveled palm. "Poof", "Ahh......h There wasn't much blood coming out of the section of that arm because it had lost a lot of water, but the pain in the heart still made the long-pampered caster howl out of his heart.

However, his "success" inspired other fellow black-robed mages, who began to follow his example and use various methods to break their arms to avoid being sucked into the fate of "human action". For a while, the miserable howls came and went, resounding throughout the square.

The situation here was quickly reported by Naoetsu's administrators, and more and more black-robed spellcasters, as well as bands of freedfolk swordsmen and Duchu slave samurai, soon rushed over. Many spellcasters began bombarding the portal with spells in an attempt to destabilize the space around the door, and the swordsmen and samurai lined up in defensive formations in case they were needed.

"It's not right, how is this portal so stable, so many spell attacks haven't interrupted its operation?"

Dozens of powerful spells bombarded the portal, but it didn't even splash a ripple, and the door was still glowing with an evil light, which looked chilling. Many spellcasters have given up on futile attacks on portals and have instead prepared new spells to deal with the demons of the lower realms who may break out of the portal at any moment.

As the minutes passed, Yataro, who was hiding behind the crowd, quietly looked towards the portal, only to see that the light blue light curtain in it gradually became solidified, gradually not elongated and flattened, and was covered with stone doors made of granite.

"Watch out!" shouted the leader of the black-robed mages.

In fact, he didn't need to remind him that the spells in the hands of all the casters were already in the stage of gaining momentum, and the archers among the freeman swordsmen were also about to draw their longbows into a full moon. As a large figure strode out of the portal, spells and a rain of arrows slammed into it at the same time. 518 Chinese Net

"Activate Defensive Form!"

The long-handled clockwork on the dragon's back spun rapidly, steam gushing out through the gaps in the grille on its surface. The scales, which were made entirely of metal, were instantly pushed in front of him layer by layer, forming a huge all-metal shield.

Most of the spells that hit this shield were directly annihilated, and only a few bursts were as powerful as they should be, but they only left a little scorched black on this shield. As the clockwork dragon continued to push forward, the Usang spellcasters and warriors felt fear and powerlessness like never before.

No caster had yet been able to recognize what kind of nether creatures this massive mechanical construction behemoth was—in fact, it was no wonder that they were—after all, they had just retreated from the front line of the bloody battle, and the clockwork dragon did indeed have a trace of bottomless abyss wrapped around its body.

But as the clockwork dragon advanced, more and more creatures began to pour out of the portal behind him, some of them resembling some of the races in the Ash World, but others were completely different from the creatures of this world. It's just that as the number of them increases, those black-robed mages finally come to their senses, "They are not demons in the lower realm!"

That's right, they weren't demons from the lower realms, but a group of mercenaries from the Otherworld. Because they had just experienced the baptism of bloody battle, when facing the attack of those Usansang, this group of guys who had "seen the world" actually felt a little like child's play. Coupled with the fact that the clockwork dragon carried most of the damage, this level of attack was not too easy to deal with.

"Forge crows and attack freely. Wipe out this group of guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and clear the free space for the teams that will come later," After walking out of the teleportation array and judging the situation on the battlefield for a moment, the desert elf Brach waved his scimitar in the air and ordered the vanguard.

Under the influence of the sound and speech spell, his words reached everyone's ears, and when the alien mercenaries heard it, they immediately executed it.

On the U-Sang side, the first to be countered were the mages in black and gray robes. After all, both in terms of quantity and quality, the casters of this group of xenoplane mercenaries far surpassed those of the Usang mages.

Instead of using spell countermeasures, the casters among the Xenoplane mercenaries simply cast some targeted countermeasures, which made the mages of the U-sang collectively mute. And the rest of the things have to be taught to those warriors who are ready to fight a big battle.

Like ravens emerging from their nests, they formed a formation of several arrows and rushed towards the enemy. Caught off guard, the defensive formations composed of freeman swordsmen and Dufall slave warriors were no different from those made of paper, and a hole would appear when they were poked.

The situation on the battlefield is showing signs of one-sidedness. This is actually quite normal, after all, in the face of that group of mercenaries who can slaughter demons, it is actually reasonable that ordinary mortal soldiers are powerless to resist.

Soon, the entire Naoetsu talent market became chaotic, and as more and more guards were dispatched to resist the alien mercenaries and clockwork dragons who had emerged from the portal, the unsupervised slaves quickly seized the opportunity, and many began to clamor for a new riot.