This is a mistake and, like a snowball, it is becoming more and more difficult to ignore over time, with a high probability of creating irreparable bad situations in the near future. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Where did it all start to get out of hand? Did he unwisely join William Coulter's experiments and take a copy of the red potion at his request, or did he go to Lemongrass at the behest of Curator Black, and even protect the village at Sir Leinster's behest.

In other words, the most fundamental mistake is that he shouldn't have hurried to the gate of the north after receiving the parcel sent by his father. Both Frick himself and Aculi were too eager to find out about the man from this clue to get involved in the chaos.

The overwhelming lack of intelligence led them into an asymmetrical contest, and they thought they had made the best judgment at the time. But this was a mistake in the face of the situation, as they stepped into it knowing that it might be a trap for the enemy.

By the time they were involved, it was impossible for those people to let them escape. In fact, Frick even speculated that these people were the culprits who plotted his father's "disappearance", and that the purpose of the parcel was not to lead them to the Gate of the North.

However, regret is also a pointless act now, and the spreading flames of war are approaching, almost burning on them. The sounds of battle hidden on the other side of the fog were slowly approaching, and he could almost see through the hazy cold fog the figures of the men fighting in the distance.

However, Urs Leonster's arrangement didn't work out completely, and perhaps the fighters who infiltrated the manor would have been easily defeated by his ambushes, but they couldn't capture them as planned—the guys would have resorted to last resort as soon as they knew they were going to be defeated.

Some of them directly collided with the attack that would not have hit, some swallowed poison that was enough to kill people in an instant when they were knocked down, and some even released their accumulated magic power in one go, creating a large explosion that would involve several companions around them.

Now Frick realized that there were many more people who didn't take their lives seriously than he thought. When they realized that they could not break through Sir Leanster's defenses, none of them chose to retreat, let alone surrender.

I don't know if their bodies were already close to their limit, or if the organization had done some kind of special treatment to them before they were ready to act, and when the black figures that attacked them fell for different reasons, the bodies entangled in the black fabric immediately began to dissolve into fine dead ashes.

It was as if the last drop of blood had been drained of their bodies under the influence of some unknown force, and neither self-destruction nor ambush killed enemies had left any blood samples that could be collected, and although Frick had tried to collect the dead ashes scattered on the ground, the black debris, which were finer than quicksand, quickly broke down into dust that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and disappeared into the cold mist.

The black figures that emerged from the other side of the cold mist dissipated one by one, their bodies as if they were originally made of those black fragments, and after turning into ashes and scattering, they did not leave any traces for a moment, and even the body wrapped around them was like a twisted ghost.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh - if he sacrificed his life here and put it into other causes, he should be able to bring more benefits to the empire than this. Frick really couldn't understand what kind of education would turn out to be such a blind loyalty as they were, and they would do it at the cost of their lives if they were ordered by the commander, without considering any possibility of adaptation.

They don't have to think about the difficulty of executing the plan, and they don't need to care about the morale or loyalty that other commanders need to consider. Perhaps the things entangled in the black fabric, although they still look human, have long since become something else.

What made him even more puzzling was that both Urs Leinster and the commander of the opposing party were acting like they were fiddling with the pieces on a chessboard, and the so-called "offensive" might still be at the level of testing each other at the current level.

Soon, he heard the sound of the second round of the attack—even more massive than before, and some kind of hidden power was lured out of the ground. From the yellow leaves in the distance, there seemed to be the roar of a beast, and the earth trembled with fear.

Even if Frick no longer had a view of the battlefield now, his perception of magic alone was enough to perceive that the invisible thing they had faced before was driven. He was keenly aware of the essential difference between that "creature" and not so long ago, and even if Curt wanted to shatter the attacking tentacles with the long knife once more with a single blow, he would be powerless in the face of the fully formed one.

The void body squirmed silently and slowly in the depths of the dense fog, like the appearance of countless poisonous snakes entangled in a group, just looking at it made people feel chilling.

Its gigantic body crept silently across the barren land of the wasteland, and the twisted plants blackened and withered at the mere touch of the cold mist that entangled around them, leaving a trail of black trails of decaying and dying plants in the path of the unrecognizable body.

"This thing...... If such a monster really exists, the ecology around it will be so badly destroyed by this nature, and it will not even be able to maintain its own existence. ”

After observing it for so long, Frick could finally determine that it was undoubtedly a phenomenon created by magic, not a living monster. But this spell has typical traces of molding, and is undoubtedly modeled after some kind of real monster.

The mere fact that the replicas had such a terrifying presence that Frick really didn't know what a dangerous monster the "thing" could be.

"Scourge Designation No. 16 - Scorched Earth. ”

Standing beside him, Akuli spoke for a moment about the existence that the ambiguous image imitated: "It is known as the Serpent of Erosion in the Devil's books, and although there have only been seven sightings recorded so far, each time it has caused an area to be almost completely wastelanded. ”

The so-called natural disaster designationThis creature generally refers to the monsters that cause disasters when certain activities occur, and although they are extremely rare in number, each of them has a powerful hazard like a natural disaster. In order to prevent damage caused by their activities, countries around the world have set up agencies to target them.

In the Empire, the observation and recording of the "Scourge Designation" is mainly the responsibility of the Observatory under the Scrivener System, so they have a more direct understanding of these creatures that are almost just legends - in a word, they should never think of being able to confront them head-on.

The vast majority of the creatures that can bring disaster to their surroundings are just isolated individuals. Most of these monsters have unimaginably long lifespans, and in some places people even regard them as deities of destruction, fearing those who sleep deeply.

Thankfully, those guys probably just used the Rubik's Cubes and specific spells to create something similar, rather than awakening the Scourge monsters that were sleeping there. Otherwise, not to mention this little estate of the Leinster family, I am afraid that this wasteland will become a scar on the earth.

If this spell can be successfully developed, then the current battle pattern of the world will probably change unimaginably, and the country or organization that has mastered it can cause permanent destruction of a region with a small number of elites. But I don't know if it's because it's still in the process of development, the structure of this spell itself is still very immature, not only does the total amount of magic power seem quite unstable, but even the Rubik's Cube needs to be replenished from time to time.

All that appeared in front of them was an ethereal projection, and because of the amount of magic required to maintain a large-scale spell, the vague figure seemed to be wobbly when it moved, as if it would be shattered at any moment due to the loss of control of the magic.

But after all, it was a dangerous individual that the scribes called the "Active Scourge", and although it was likely that what they were seeing now was only a third-rate spell based on this monster, it undoubtedly brought with it the power of those real monsters.

As the distorted image approached the manor, Frick could clearly feel the calamitous aura of magic coming at him. It was as if he had been choked by something cold, and he couldn't resist the desire to flee immediately.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think there's time for you to do a reflection session right now. Even Curt's figure shuddered slightly, knowing deep that he was facing an extremely dangerous enemy, "We'd better back off at once, that old crow should still have a back hand to deal with this thing." ”

The magicians present had already begun to retreat in an orderly manner after realizing that all the personnel sent by the other party to attack the manor had "dissipated" into ashes. They obviously knew that the other party was using the power of the leylines to prepare some kind of powerful spell, but what was now in front of them still terrified them.

The other party wanted to use this as a testing ground for this spell, but Urs Leinster certainly wouldn't just let the enemy destroy all of his own arrangements with such simple and straightforward force.