The sudden impact sent Frick to the ground, and he felt the earth tremble violently, and even the materials that had built the house creaked and let out a near-death cry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It took a while for the ground to tremble, but the creaking sound that occurred when the magic was about to collapse became more pronounced. Although Urs Leinster had immediately mobilized the mechanism of magical defense, it did not completely resist the powerful magic generated by the enemy using the last trace of life force.

The magical glow that appeared around the hall flickered for a while, and it took a while for the mages in all directions to adjust the equipment placed on the nodes to regain their original brilliance, and not only that, but Frick also noticed that the surrounding barriers were obviously much dimmer than before.

He turned his head to look at Lizzie Leernst, who was the core of the technique, and the girl seemed to be still maintaining a smooth sleeping face, as if she was maintaining a complex Rubik's cube on her own. A large amount of magic flowed out of her body, becoming part of the wall after being infused with the spell.

It may not look like it from the outside, but she clearly has far more magical power than Sir Leinster, and can maintain such a large defensive technique without the help of external forces. But the previous collision still had some effect on her body after all, and Frick could clearly see that the girl's body was trembling slightly.

It seems that even with a huge amount of magic power, a large amount of it is injected into the Rubik's cube in a short period of time, which has caused a lot of burden on Lizzy Leernst's body. He didn't know which required more mana to maintain the technique or the "natural disaster" on the outside, but she was clearly not weak enough to consume her life force.

I see...... Frick understood why Acully could see at a glance that she was the heir to the Raven bloodline, and that this heterogeneous magic was probably even more pure than that of Urs.

As for the man who wanted to protect her no matter what happened—Frick looked at Curt sitting on the other side—he seemed calm. The anger he had shown at the sight of Sir Leonster making Lizzie the heart of the spell had only been a fleeting appearance, and he was now just silently scanning everything.

Was he silently enduring the churning anger in his heart, or was he willing to agree with what Sir Leinster had done? Frick did not think that he could see the heart of a person only on the surface, and the tall and lanky young man just sat indifferently in his seat without making any movement.

Urs Leinster was clearly pleased that his son had not caused trouble at such times, for he was clearly not free to deal with minor problems within his own camp at the moment. Under the wave of destruction that the enemy had brought all their magic to, the house was crumbling.

On the surface, he seemed to have a lot of room to spare, but the constant action and the orders he gave to the mages were enough to illustrate the urgency of the situation. Until now, he had not been able to make the next move with peace of mind, but instead pulled the magic of the moonstone fragments to reconcile the operation of various machines.

Frick was able to identify the Rubik's Cube that they were maintaining a binary structure, and although Lizzie Leinster was able to create the entire barrier on her own, these machines were also indispensable in order to make it work more stable and strengthen its defense against spells.

The vast amount of magic that flowed from the moonstone shard in Ulce Leenst's hand slowly flowed through the metal wires placed on the ground and walls, processed by the mages and poured directly into the machines of all sizes—and if it weren't for their protection, the house would have been completely destroyed.

The previous shock didn't seem to affect the machines, but the mages were more or less knocked down by the earthquake-like shaking. Thankfully, Sir Leinster did not lose control of his spells, and the Rubik's Cubes that protected them did not fall apart like the "natural disasters" created on the other side.

However, the situation is not much better, and when Frick runs to the lookout to continue his unfinished task, he realizes that the unpleasant mass of magic still exists in front of him. With the magic of those sorcerers using their last strength, it was already close at hand.

No...... It is not so much "close at hand" as it has hit the outermost wall of the house, but it has not been able to directly break through the geometric barrier between it and the house, and the "earthquake" that knocked down Flick and the others before was caused by their collision with each other.

In fact, most of the defensive spells wrapped around the outer perimeter of the big house had been shattered under its bombardment, and most of the layers of protective walls had even been shattered into debris. But when the waves tried to move on, they were drained by the scattered defensive nodes.

Looking ahead, the outer buildings that had lost their defensive protection were also affected by the corrosive magic of the "Scourge", withering and shattering in the black flames. They were as pervasive as real waves, pouring through the holes in the buildings as they broke through the walls, their cloudy magic flowing through the corridors and halls, corroding everything they touched into black wreckage.

After seeing with his own eyes the direction of some of the magic, Frick speculated that they might indeed have fluid-like properties, as they even flowed into the pre-emptied basement under Sir Leinster's specially arranged structure. Obviously, the effects of the mana erosion only stay above the surface, not deeper into the structure, and the lead still has a strong interference effect on them.

As Sir Leinster had predicted, he had already analyzed the nature of the magic that composed it when everyone was drawn to the attention of the spells with the designated shape of the Scourge, and channeling those magic into the room with a large amount of lead was only the first step he had taken to limit its power.

The cloudy magic didn't really flow from the body designated by the Scourge, but was a phenomenon that was forcibly manifested by the magicians and was interfered with when it came into contact with the lead. The structure, which was not very stable, fell apart in an instant, regained its original shape, and then scattered.

Although the overflowing magic has been effectively dealt with, there is no way to restore the things that have been eroded by the magic before this, and at most they can be used as research materials after the situation is controlled, which can somewhat recover some losses. Although Urs Leinster still has a lot of plans that he has not had time to implement, they are things that can only be considered after solving the remaining problems.

Now, his primary goal is to completely dismantle the calamity created by the other party's spells, which has left the land that belongs to him in tatters. If he doesn't immediately address the already weakened spells, the enemy is likely to resort to even worse tactics.

More than seventy percent of the core Rubik's Cube Array disintegrated because it couldn't withstand the huge coincidence during operation, which made the spell in front of it almost lose its most basic form. A large number of scattered outer edge spells crumbled, and the remaining magic smashed to the ground like slime.

The reason why it can still maintain its dilapidated wreckage and continue to rush to the heart of the manor is that nine times out of ten it is the obsession of the magicians who give their last bit of life to the spell. Their wills were infused into the spell along with their magic, allowing the crumbling crumb of spell to move forward.

Blood is the currency of life, and they have drained the last drop of blood and consumed even the few souls that remain. But the magic they had earned by howling for all their lives had been consumed by the first contact with the wall, and even those obsessions had begun to blur.

Indeed, the torrent that had struck them before was terrifying, and the rolling wave of destruction made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts, but that was already in the past. If Uls Lyernst were left alone to fight against the spells of the time, then even if he had the Moonstone Fragment in his hand, he would have carefully considered whether the deal was worth it, but at this moment, the natural disaster that brought about destruction was only a formality.

The explosion that Frick had expected to be caused by the collapse of the mana did not happen, and he had thought that the torrent of mana would burst after hitting the wall of the mansion directly, and the condensed pure magic would be released in one go. However, the remnants of the thoughts that controlled the trajectory of the spell's movement did not give up the core area that should have collapsed, but instead poured out their last will to defend him.

Urs Leinster didn't know what the reason for this judgment was made, after all, if he really let the mana accumulated in the core area explode in one breath, then it would undoubtedly cause more damage to the defense wall than it was now, and it was even possible to rush to the core area of the manor in one go, without being drained of the last of his strength here.

But it had nothing to do with him after all - the sorcerers took the initiative to provoke the war, ravaged his land, and finally suffered a terrible defeat.

He just needs to prove it to everyone.

While using the moonstone shards to wield his magic, he was also keeping an eye on the enemies he was facing—no doubt the spell was even worse than what Frick had seen before, and the constant collapse of power made it impossible to break through even the weakest layer of protection in front of it.

It was time, seeing that the spell had been exhausted by the layers of arrangement, Uls Leinster nodded slightly. If it were now, he would have the greatest confidence to crack the "natural disaster" in front of him with the least consumption, and let the scattered mana not cause too much damage to the surroundings.

As if to test his judgment, he clenched the fragment of the moonstone in his hand as he stretched out his other hand forward. Suddenly, the power that poured out of the moonstone fragments flowed with his guidance, surging from the observation hole facing the spell to the other side.