Everyone was mobilized by Sir Leonster, and for a moment, there was no one in the hall who could spare except Acully and Curt. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The strange atmosphere that had originally shrouded the hall seemed to have been shattered by the hasty movement of personnel, and the sound of footsteps, words, and spellcasting gathered in one place, making the room shrouded in the spell tabernacle lively. Although the voices were momentarily muted as the task was completed, they calmed Frick's mood a little—at least a little more comfortably than the oppressive silence that had been before.

The Crow Society's mages scattered around the hall, placing tools they couldn't understand what they were doing on specific nodes and starting to operate them on the spot. In addition to the brass sand table that he had seen once in Lemonglas last time, there were several strange tools that I don't know if they were planetariums or alchemy tables, all of which were filled with magic under the control of the magicians.

Originally, there seemed to be a magic furnace under the big house to provide the power needed by the entire manor, but now that everyone was concentrated in this hall, there was naturally no one to keep the magic furnace running in the basement - in fact, Frick even suspected that Sir Leinster had dismantled the magic furnace and removed it.

This is not a strange thing, if the resistance of the Raven Society fails and the manor is lost, the magic furnace will undoubtedly become the trophy of the opponent's war. The old crow obviously had a last resort to escape, but he couldn't have carried the whole house with him.

The magic furnace, which produces energy by breaking down fuels such as minerals, was invented less than two decades ago, and has now spread to almost most civilized countries in the Old World. After a long period of remodeling, the empire has finally allowed some cities to be lit up by shining electric lights at night.

However, this kind of machine, which is highly integrated with engineering, is still quite expensive, and many people, except for some bourgeoisie and aristocrats, have not yet been able to enjoy the convenience brought by this tool. Although Frick didn't know how much the old crow had spent on a magic stove at the manor, Curt jokingly called him a "stinger" who would not be generous in giving valuables to his enemies.

The thing that was now powering the room was the fragment of the moonstone, a finger-sized moonstone that was placed in a groove on the podium with a box attached, and an astonishing amount of magic flowed out of the fragment and into each piece of equipment through a designed circuit.

How much magic was in that fragment of the moonstone—I'm afraid anyone who has only seen this gem-like thing once will have the question. It is like a "door" in the shape of a jewel, and endless magic is pouring into the world through that gap.

According to scholars of mythological age, the planet was once surrounded by three moons of different sizes, the Blue Moon, the Red Moon, and the White Moon, whose existence provided the earth with abundant magic day after day. In the heaven and earth mutation that represented the end of the mythical era, two of the three moons were shattered into today's "Broken Moon Ring", leaving only the white moon still maintaining its original trajectory, but also losing its original powerful power.

Because of this event, the magic that operates on this planet today is far less abundant than in the mythological era, and therefore it is impossible to achieve the miracles recorded in the ancient texts. If the sorcerers of that era were almost equivalent to the incarnation of gods, now they are mere mortals with knowledge and technology.

But not all of the shattered moon remained in the sky, and a very small part of the debris fell through the atmosphere to the ground, transforming the environment in some areas to the extreme. It seems that they don't care where they are at all, and just aimlessly spread their majestic magic as influence, and the end result is often a grotesque ecological environment formed near those moonstone fragments, as if even the surrounding ashes have turned into magical moon dust.

"This thing...... It doesn't seem good. Frick's eyes melted and he muttered to Akuli, "Indeed, the magic of this fragment is quite large, and it is undoubtedly a strong reliance on our enemies, but this strange nature of magic makes me feel very uncomfortable. ”

Sensing that the abundant moon phase magic was being drawn out by the shards and began to wash over everyone in this hall, he almost instinctively sensed that something was not right. Just like when you drank a replica of the red potion, this magic does cause physical and mental changes.

On second thought, he might have to describe his feelings in a different way - all kinds of magic cause unspeakable mutations in the things around them, but the impact of the Moonstone Fragments is far greater than theirs. Just as the stronger the magic power, the more obvious the effect of mutation, the magic power released by the moonstone fragment is far thicker than that in most natural environments, and the effect of bringing about changes will naturally increase.

"Of course, otherwise this thing would not have been marked as an extremely dangerous existence in either the laws of the Empire or the International Warlock Union, and it could not be used at will. ”

Aculi patted Frick's shoulder nonchalantly: "Although magic can create various convenient phenomena under the guidance of magic and Rubik's Cube, it can't be regarded as a good—or at least friendly—existence after all. Whether it's polluting the land or spawning monsters, there are records of these things causing damage, and as scribes we should have a clear understanding of how dangerous the Moonstone Fragments are. But now it's a 'critical' state, and I think it's better to focus on your tasks than on that. ”

With that, Aculi leaned behind Frick, his arm over his shoulder and pointing forward, motioning for him to look in the direction of the enemy. Just as he was distracted from looking at the fragment of the moonstone that belonged to Sir Leanster, the spell that struck from the opposite side changed even more.

Originally, Frick's Rubik's Rubik's Magic Circle began to collapse because of the construction of spells, and the speed of the "big snake" had slowed down a lot and relaxed a little, but he didn't expect that in just a few minutes when he looked away, its momentum seemed to become even more expanded and rapid.

Was it the magician who was manipulating it behind his back who realized that the Rubik's Cube had been torn apart, so he made a desperate attempt to suppress all the remaining mana? The mana concentrated in the phenomenon increased several times in a short period of time, and the air in the core area twisted like a mirage over the desert.

The Rubik's Cube is a very slender and delicate structure, and the slightest miscalculation can cause the whole thing to fall apart. He should have known that this was the biggest taboo when casting spells, but the magic warlock didn't care about the danger that the phenomenon might explode, and raised the magic power to a dangerous level in one go.

The result of this rough treatment of the delicate structure has further exacerbated the process of spell collapse, with more than half of the spells and Rubik's Cubes already disintegrating due to loss of control. The stray bullets that flew out dragged out clouds of cloudy magic, and they were far more massive than the damage caused by disasters as they followed their intended trajectory.

Not only that, but the collapsed Rubik's Cube had already accumulated extremely high heat, and after integrating the part of the magic power injected into it in one go, at least one-third of the Rubik's Cube Array could not support it and exploded in an instant, leaving a long series of craters formed after explosions on the pitch-black trajectory along the way.

Frick gasped, as the temperature of the Rubik's Cube in the core rose sharply, and the cold fog that had gathered around it was also dispelled, so he could see more clearly. Within the mass of spells that had almost collapsed, several humanoid remains could be faintly seen that had been corroded to pieces.

He could tell at a glance that those were the other party's magicians, and they had been watching from the "first-class" to see how powerful this spell was. Until now, they had not really died, and this sudden increase in magic was the product of transforming the remaining life into power.

"Can't these guys be crazy!"

He really couldn't help but roar angrily: "About three hundred meters in front of him, the opponent is filling the spell with excess mana at high speed, and it is expected that a collision will occur in twenty-seven seconds! Considering that the spell phenomenon is extremely unstable, it is very likely that an explosion caused by the collapse of the core will occur after the collision!"

Why do you have to get other people involved in this crazy thing?, he wanted to grab the sorcerer leaders on the other side by the neck, and ask him what he wanted...... Although he knew it wouldn't be answered.

Frick was almost unable to figure out whether they were abnormal or not, and he felt as if his mind was going to turn away. It wasn't clear if it was nervousness or anger, he was just yelling out what he saw.

Even in the current situation, he couldn't adjust to the tension of the battle. Although he was able to escape with the ability to obtain information on several occasions before, and even had room to fight back with the help of external forces, the experience accumulated in these few times only made him understand how weak he was.

Until now, he has not had the consciousness to kill others, but he is simply afraid of the possibility that he may be easily destroyed by the enemy, and this mentality does not benefit him in the slightest. Perhaps he still thinks of himself as an ordinary person, but the enemy will not give him a chance to adjust.

Even the last shred of life force was transformed into magic, and the spell that had collapsed to the point of having no prototype at all slammed into the room with cold mist and corpses.