Frick acted with the wizards of the Raven Society, retreating into the mansion in an orderly manner in a very short time, and moving deeper into the interior. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is not a retreat, but a strategic shift, as the Wizards open all the defensive nodes as they retreat, building a wall that can barely hold the opponent back. The magical walls that were strong enough to withstand the artillery spell didn't do much before the march of destruction, shattering like soap bubbles into crumbs of magic.

"No, these defensive spells are only set up to defend against medium-sized monsters, but they are never prepared to fight against monsters of this level designated by the Scourge. ”

Seeing that the defensive spells on the periphery of the manor were easily broken through, Curt couldn't help but sigh even though he knew that those preparations were originally made for abandonment: "So far, I can only hope that the old crow has really prepared countermeasures that can fight against this spell, otherwise we will all be finished." I've long been prepared to never complain if I'm killed by anyone, when, where, or where, if I were to be killed by this kind of stuff for some boring reason, I'd probably become a ghostly monster wandering the world. ”

Curt's attitude became much more relaxed, but the after-effects of confronting the terrible phenomenon created by the spell were still in his body, so that his face still looked rather bad. Although he could choose to leave everything here and run away on his own, for some reason, he chose to stay in this manor that belonged to the Leinster family to face the enemies who attacked them.

Nobles have an obligation to protect their realm and those loyal to them - Frick isn't sure if the heir to the Leinster family has this old-time pride, but he has clearly decided to use his sword to protect what belongs to him.

Probably even a fool can see that the unscrupulous obstruction is just asking for his own death in the face of the phenomenal existence that is almost an active natural disaster. Of all the people present, Curt has the most experience in fighting monsters, and it is precisely because of this that he will not be crazy enough to use a cold weapon to fight against disasters.

The house may lack the defensive performance to defend against direct physical hits, but it is quite confident in its defensive construction of spells. Even if the twisted living disaster could easily tear through the outer walls, it would be temporarily blocked by the house's defenses.

The question is, will it stop it for a minute, or just for a second? Perhaps Urs Leinster has placed his bet on the side that will hold off the enemy for longer - no doubt even he needs enough time to deploy a counter-attacking spell.

For now, they had to retreat deeper into the mansion, the forbidden area was now open to all of them, but the rooms had been cleared by the servants long before they arrived, and not a single fragment of broken paper remained.

Look at the structure of these houses, which were not so long ago the laboratory of the Raven Society. Obviously, Urs Leonster had already considered the possibility of the manor being destroyed by the other side when formulating the defense plan, so he transferred important things early.

"Those guys are really not afraid to die on one level, although the 'scorched earth' does not appear on the territory of the Empire, but the tragic end of the people in charge of monitoring it in the first place is obvious to all - under the influence of that erosive magic, all life will be exhausted in a short time. ”

Akuli looked out through the window, the monster created by the spell was pressing towards the house, but she didn't show the slightest worry: "If they are confident that they can operate the scourge of that activity, then this spell is not only not mature, but there must be a 'back door' that can be defended against or countered." Then again, even if there is really no way to break this phenomenon, its essence is still just a spell...... If you don't care how much damage it will cause, there is also the option of forcibly destroying it. ”

She seemed unexpectedly calm when making these analyses, as if the "Erodive Serpent" rushing towards the house was just a hypocritical illusion, and there was no need to care too much about it. In contrast, she seemed more willing to be wary of what the enemy might be preparing to do.

But the truth is that as Akuli said, there are many ways to deal with this spell, and if Urs Leinster doesn't care about the consequences, it will even be blocked from the manor. As long as you shoot at the Rubik's Cube that constructs the core of the phenomenon with a spell with enough penetrating power, all the mana accumulated in the spell will collapse in the blink of an eye—and then the pure mana that has been restored will blow up everything in the vicinity.

Of course, there are more modest solutions, and as with all magical phenomena, this monster created by mimicking those terrifying "active scourges" also needs enough mana to maintain its existence, as long as it can cut off its source of mana, it can gradually consume and eventually dissipate.

As revealed by Frick's insights from the vision, the spell relied on the magic flowing through the leylines, several of which were once used by Sir Leinster as a mana node for the defense of the manor. That's where the key to maintaining the spell is, and if it can be completely destroyed—or at least blocked—the ability of those nodes to provide mana, the spell will soon disintegrate due to internal friction.

But both of these were probably the last resort options, and even if he was really helpless, Frick didn't think that Sir Leinster would choose to die with the enemy at that time. For some reason, he always had a malicious suspicion of Urs Leonster, believing that if it was the old crow, he would have a means to retreat safely even in the worst situation.

As for Acully's analysis of methodology, Flick has a hard time judging how much truth there is. But he knew very well that although they didn't know if the enemy magicians had special skills for escaping from the danger zone, if they didn't do anything about it, they would be the first to fall victim to the evil magic that corrupted everything.

But are they really afraid to be the first to experience the power of their spells, the exact opposite of them, and even want to experience its power for themselves? Frick had to admit that those who were not afraid of death had left a deep impression on his heart, and if all those who joined the organization had this almost paranoid pattern of action, they would not waver even if they knew that they might be caught up in the spell.

Whether it was emotion or something else, he didn't want his vision to come true, because it was crazy. There have been many berserkers in history who didn't care about their lives, but there really aren't many mages who actively seek death in order to test the effects of their spells.

Cultivating a good wizard requires not only good people, but also a lot of time and money, so even Urs Leinster, who sees his subordinates as flags, will not casually let the wizards be used as bait. If the organization had gone crazy enough to use people capable of driving spells of this magnitude as cannon fodder, Frick really didn't know how grotesque they were.

"Are you still worried about something inconsequential?" quickly sensing Frick's concern, Acully pouted slightly, "Either way, would you consider praying to a god you don't believe in, maybe it will give you some psychological comfort." ”

Frick's worries weren't unwarranted, of course, but Acully was right, and the situation they were facing could hardly get worse. Even if the enemy had any more exaggerated follow-up preparations than they already had, there would probably be nothing to fear at that time.

A painful death is enough to make people feel cold, and if you are crushed by that spell hidden in the thick fog, and watch your life forcibly squeezed from your body by the corrosive magic, and finally turned into black crumbs like cannon fodder sent by the enemy, it is really much more painful than a simple death—even if you only discuss it in terms of the outcome, this unknown ending is more likely to be terrifying.

Perhaps there is some truth in Acully's teasing of Frick, and those who have faith are not so easily timid when faced with an uncertain future. But even if you do pray to something, let alone whether they will hear it or not, the gods in name never reach out to their followers.

"Please don't make such a nasty joke. ”

Frick would never pray to any deity, because that would be tantamount to pinning his hopes on an ethereal being, hoping that he would be able to help him turn the tide in a situation of disadvantage. If he had been so unlucky today that he had to die at the hands of those unidentified fellows, Frick wouldn't have accepted this fate so easily.

In contrast, agreeing with Sir Leinster's approach at this time, although Flick felt a little uncomfortable, was probably only the most reasonable way to solve it. He was well aware that Urs Leinster was the only one who could now use the remaining magic in the leylines to counter the opposing spells.

Frick subconsciously glanced at the scenery outside the window, the miserable white cold fog seemed to be thicker than just now, through the white curtain that covered the world, he could clearly see the traces left by the monster when it moved, the scorched black color was like a scar engraved on the earth, slowly extending towards the big house.