It is unknown who first noticed what was happening outside the door, and before Flick could warn them, the officers of the guards went into action. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"There is an attack! All staff, quickly find a place to hide!"

Frick heard the Leicester Guard shouting behind him, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps, and they didn't care if they would destroy the scene, but only looked for a solid wall to cover their bodies - they already knew what it would be like to be hit head-on by their spells.

While they were busy hiding, Frick saw a figure dressed in déjà vu appear at the entrance to the room. Even though his face was completely covered in black fabric, he was able to distinguish his identity from the unpleasant magic that entangled in him.

It was one of the many sorcerers he encountered at the gates of the spirit world at the time, and perhaps he didn't have the torture-like "cage" on his head today, but the pitch-black fabric wrapped around his body proved his identity. Frick didn't have the chance to fight any of these magicians alone that day, but just feeling the sheer amount of magic they exuded was enough to detect their prowess at spells.

Despite his lack of understanding of spells, Frick was able to tell the danger of his opponent from his magical powers. He may not know how much effort the sorcerer in front of him has put into battle, but looking at the magic that spirals around him, he knows that fighting him head-on is self-defeating.

Not only does the highly concentrated refined mana create a destructive phenomenon under the Wizard's drive, but it also acts as armor to protect the Wizard's body while remaining static. And what protects this black figure is not only the magic outside the outer container, but also the black fabric that entangles the body.

Seeing the attacker appear at the entrance of the room nonchalantly, the security officers, who had become nervous from the previous lightning spell attack, pulled the trigger on the black figure with a spirit that could not hold back their nervousness. The bullet loaded in the magazine exploded into a burst of sparks under the blow of the hammer, and then under the repulsive effect, it passed through the part of the barrel engraved with a spiral pattern and shot at the enemy at the other end.

However, the bullet that was supposed to pierce the enemy's muscles suddenly deflected in other directions in mid-air, as if it was deliberately avoiding the target. And even if a few projectiles crossed the layer of defense, after hitting the black fabric that completely wrapped the enemy, it only picked up a little spark and was bounced off, and not a single shot could actually hurt the man in black who exuded strong hostility.

"No! The enemy is protected by a thick layer of magic, and those who have lead bullets immediately change their equipment!" a guard officer shouted loudly seeing that his own attack had no effect at all.

Even though the Guards had light mechanics as weapons, they could not damage a mage who was protected by two layers of magical armor with just ordinary ammunition. Lester noticed something unusual after firing two shots, but he realized that there was no lead bullet in the spare bullet against the Wizard.

Not only him, but everyone in the team did not expect to be attacked by a mage at such a time, and certainly not to carry the few shots of lead bullet that were rationed with him. After all, their job is not to fight mages, and the weapons they carry have naturally not undergone special treatment for magical power.

However, the enemy will not be deterred by his opponent's lack of preparation, but rather the complete opposite, and this magician with unpleasant magic is more than happy to take the opportunity to carry out a massacre. Looking in Frick's direction, some of the magic around him had begun to shift to his hands.

It was a clear precursor to the construction of an attack spell, and he could already see ancient words with a dim glow in the sorcerer's hand. Before the magician, who blocked the only exit from the room, unleashed the magic that was ready to be unleashed, the short raft that Frick had prepared for the night was thrown out.

"The wall was made of golden olivetal copper, and there was not a single crack in the surface, and it radiated as dazzling as the sun before everyone's eyes. "He told the crowd that the wall could never be breached by the enemy—neither a chariot, nor a ballista, nor a trebuchet, could leave a single scar on its surface." ”

The spells were performed at almost the same time: silent magical light shot out from the sorcerer's fingertips, and the golden walls of the city stood in front of Frick. The "phenomena" constructed by the magic collided in the blink of an eye, but the roar that should have erupted did not move at all.

It's not that both sides didn't make a sound, but that they were all absorbed by some invisible force. Frick instantly understood what he had heard of the commotion, the sound of the sorcerer's battle as he broke through the guards stationed on the lower floors of the mixed building.

But at least he blocked the blow from the other side - Flick pinched a cold sweat and looked at the "city wall" he had set up in front of him on a short raft...... In fact, it may only be regarded as a relatively large "shield". The golden, crystal-like walls of the void stood on a short raft thrown at it, and although it was claimed that it could never be breached by the enemy, it was actually slightly cracked just by blocking the previous attacks.

The feeling of emptiness caused Frick to feel dizzy due to the massive consumption of mana, but he had to lift up his spirit and inject more mana into the spell to maintain it.

"I see, no wonder you were able to escape at that time - I thought the guy had deliberately let you live, and now it looks like it will take some effort to get your head. He didn't seem to care at all about his blow being blocked by Flick, and even spoke slowly so that Frick could use the time to mend the rift in his technique, "But that's fine, let me see what kind of power that Sierra Leonean descendant has." ”

Meaningful words came out of the other man's mouth, but Flick didn't even have the energy to find out if he was telling the truth or deliberately saying his father's name to distract him. The hasty blocking of a blow earlier had already consumed a lot of mana, and if you were distracted at this time, the defenses set up would definitely be broken through by that light.

But taking advantage of the respite generously provided by the other party, Frick also had the opportunity to look at the thing that had left a crack in the "city wall" he had created. It was an irregular stone the size of an egg, like the fragments of masonry that could be found everywhere in the ruins, and there were still traces of artificiality on the half-cracked surface.

Frick instantly recognized the attacking spell from the traces of magic that remained on the crumbling "walls"—it was a mass projection—a spell that could be the simplest of spells. But perhaps also because of its simple structure, it also has a clear destructive power.

It's not Frick's boasting, even he can cast a similar spell, after all, its basic technique is so simple that it only requires the caster to use magic to launch a certain solid with a certain mass at an extremely fast speed, and the power of the "cannonball" itself can directly hit the target.

But even if he draws a gourd in the same way and creates an identical spell in reverse according to the opponent's technique, the cannonball thrown through the magic power will not have the same attack power as the opponent. Even if he poured all his magic power into a single blow, he would probably only have about eighty percent of the destructive power of the cannonball that first charged at them.

The problem was that the other side apparently could not only fire one cannonball at a time - as if boasting of its own strength, more than a dozen scattered stones, large and small, floated up under the impetus of the magic power, and then turned into cannonballs under the impetus of the spiral magic power, bombarding Frick's defenses.

Even a stone the size of a thumb has a power comparable to that of a mechanic's projectile after being accelerated again and again. The larger and more massive stones were like cannonballs thrown from a catapult, dealing a heavy blow to the walls of the city that Frick had made.

Under the manipulation of the other party, the stone shells continued to beat Frick's technique like a storm, and he was almost overwhelmed by the scars left by each attack alone. He couldn't help but grit his teeth, strengthening the defense of the technique while looking for an opportunity to launch a counterattack.

If Akuli were to perform the same technique, this level of attack would not have any effect on the technique at all, and there would probably not be a single scar left on the city wall. Not only that, but she can even organize another set of spells to smash the enemy while resisting the enemy's attack.

If he didn't need to protect the security officer behind him, Flick might have found other ways to fight, at least not in such a passive situation. The problem he is facing now is not only the overwhelming lack of total mana, but even the short raft prepared in advance is not much for bullet hell warfare.

"So, how long will your tattered paint skin last? or we can make a deal, and if you give up resistance, I'll let the watchdogs behind you go...... What do you think?" as if sensing Frick's passivity, the other party continued to use his magic to bombard, while saying sarcastic words.

He clearly didn't intend to give Frick a respite, just shot those flashes of attack again and again. If it weren't for Flick's use of the short raft prepared in advance to open the thin "shield", the guards hiding in the rear would probably have been blown away by the blast.

Although they attempted to attack from behind Frick's defensive spell, the projectiles fired were unable to break through the armor of the magician. Even though the Mechanic Gun is a lethal weapon for the average mob, they can't even harass each other without lead bullets.

And just as the sorcerer had almost completely suppressed Frick and them, a vague figure appeared behind him.