A ball of fire fell beside Rudolph, sweating on his forehead, holding up the woodcut seal and chanting a defensive incantation, the blue circle of light gradually spreading above his head, and the tongue of fire that almost fell on his skin was extinguished by the runes and intertwined patterns. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, one of the mages beside him was not too lucky—the spreading tongue of fire jumped onto his robe, and the flames of cast-iron instantly burned his arms and half of his head to charred gray, and the flesh quickly collapsed, revealing half of his skeleton, and the other half of his intact side didn't seem to realize what was going on, and actually stood still.

There was a pause for a few seconds before the half-charred corpse fell from the walls and landed on the dirt.

However, Rudolph did not have time to grief or luck - for a blinding light appeared before him, and then rapidly expanded into a huge cross about two meters high, a holy light that could turn people into air.

It was as if it had become a contest of spell casting speed and mental power, and he could feel that the enemies hiding in the shadows were equally anxious, equally fearful, and desperately trying to bite back while being hunted.

Focused, he meditated again, trying to unleash an attack on the Sanctuary mages who had been exposed—though they were clearly weaker than the Sanctuary spellcasters, for even if they were to strike in time, they often couldn't hit the enemy in a single hit, giving them a chance to escape and hide.

Rudolph gasped, his nerves tormented by the shouts of the charge under the gates, and he saw a silver glow in the scarlet flames—the glow of armor and swords, and he could even see the cold eyes of the Templars.

It wasn't just a spell contest, it was a tug-of-war of disparity, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like for fire and sword to fall on the fleshy civilians and the mages of the deep valley.

The mage's attitude towards life is indifferent, and honor, faith, and the pursuit of the realm of magic are above all else, so he is not afraid, and he has every reason to believe that his colleagues are too.

He gasped for breath, his vision even began to blur, a huge black wave surging in the spiritual sea, and a buzz in his ears - a sign of excessive mental energy consumption.

Before he could breathe, a golden light torn by the Holy Spell appeared above the sky again, and this light intertwined into a complex diamond-shaped pattern of light, and the surrounding air heated up rapidly, and the scene became distorted like a phantom, and the light streaks fell quickly to the ground under this phantom.

Rudolph only glanced at it, and it was already dark in front of him - the side effects of mental overdraft had caused him to be blind for a short time, and he could only quickly hold up the woodcut seal and chant the incantation loudly, but without the support of mental power, he could not capture any form of cause, and only screamed loudly in despair!

He took a few steps backwards in embarrassment, trying to run out of the spell's damage, but the heat and tingle grew stronger and stronger—like a blade cutting into a bone, and then burning with fire!

He shouted spells in despair, but it was so dark before him that he had to give up, shouting over and over again, "Truth will prevail!

He seemed to hear the others shouting in unison: "The truth will prevail!

Consciousness quickly faded away from him, only the heat melted him completely.

But in the end, the blazing sensation didn't tear him to shreds, and after a few moments, he felt the heat around him gradually begin to wane, and his vision returned.

He opened his eyes, only to see Crowley, a loyal mage of the Deep Valley, standing in front of him, his back clearly cut and crisscrossed with blood, blood seeping from the cracks and converging into a puddle of fouling beneath him.

Rudolph slowly braced himself up, and staggered over to the mage—finding that all the slits in his back had penetrated through his chest—in other words, Crowley was pierced through his bones by the diamond-shaped light streaks just now, and instantly cut into countless pieces!

The blade didn't shred the skull, and Crowley's bloodied face, his eyelids were torn, and his blue eyes were covered in gray mist and almost fell out.

Rudolph took a deep breath and cautiously stretched out his hands to close Crowley's eyes—but with a nudge, his skull slipped off, and his body shattered into countless pieces of flesh like a toppled brick, and the intestines and entrails were minced, and a mixture of red, white, and yellow piled up.

"Attack!" Rudolph shouted as he stared at a pile of grass about a block away, his eyes red, "Attack!"

Regardless of his mental exhaustion, he lay on the battlements, holding his staff high, and roaring the ancient emperor's Chinese incantation over and over again, but his white-core wood staff could not produce the slightest spell fluctuation.

Suddenly, a strong thorn of light burst out from behind him, so bright that his vision turned white, and the hot wind blew his face with a blister of blood, and the thorn of light shot straight into the grass, emitting a dazzling burst of light, the red blood mist was mixed in the light, and the surrounding circle was shrouded in red blood light, and after the light receded, only a wasteland remained.

"Avenge Crowley!" Rudolph heard a roar behind him, and he turned his head to find that the mages were sweating profusely and weaving together a web of spells, increasing the power of their attacking spells to the limit, and they even gave up their defenses despite the elemental power surging in front of them!

At this time, a herald hurriedly climbed the city wall, and he was about to give Odin's order, but Rudolph grabbed him by the collar.

"Support! we need support!" Rudolph squeezed a voice out of his throat, as if he was going to bite the pawn into pieces.

"Big ...... My lord...... , Mr. Diggs wants you to hold on a little longer......" The herald's face turned pale with fright, and he almost spat on Rudolph's hand before seeing such a terrible situation, and he said in a barely audible voice: "He said...... Wait until...... The Imperial Army poked its head out from behind the Templars......"

Rudolph was so enraged that he pressed the herald's head against the battlements.

Fireballs swept across the herald's scalp, the arc of lightning climbing the walls tingling his body, and the spikes nearly pierced his head. This poor fellow was almost fainted with fright.

"Look what we've been through - the ground is full of flowing blood and stinking corpses, and if we don't support it, leave that warlock alone to face thousands of enemies!"

Rudolph resisted his desire to throw him off the wall, crushing him against the pile of crumbled flesh that Crowley had turned into, leaving his face soaked in blood.

The moment he let go of his hand, the herald bounced up, and then collapsed on the stone wall, as if dead. It was a long time before he staggered down the wall, covered in blood. (To be continued.) )