The sun always seems warmer on a cold winter day, and when it appears in the sky and shines its light on the earth, all those who are bathed in the sun will unconsciously stretch their bodies to better accept this gentle and precious gift.

It was only at this time that the survivors of Salem could enjoy near-fair treatment with those outside the city.

No one can say which is more dangerous, walking through seemingly peaceful and dilapidated streets, or hiding in trenches covered in artillery fire.

When he returned to the city of Salem and set up a ritual to protect Felix and the children's quarters, he left the apartment alone with a metal cane and began his "hunting" journey in the city.

It was also at this time that the distant artillery fire became more and more intense and loud.

This is a large-scale offensive led by the Kingdom of Waterl, united by the Hayne army and several highland mercenaries, and Shug stands on the streets of Salem, and with his magical vision, he can see the black dots that continue to carve deadly arcs in the distant sky.

The lines of mana created by the massive shelling have left scars in the sky in this area that are difficult to "heal" for a short period of time, and in these wounds, there are no clouds at all—when the clouds approach these areas, they will naturally be torn apart and annihilated by the magic fluctuations that remain in them.

This is a special kind of "man-made spectacle".

With the nature of the Waterl people, perhaps there were already enthusiastic poets who joined the army and left poems related to them in their notes.

At the same time as the "Southern Front Offensive" was launched, the position of the Fifth Chasseur Regiment where Xiuge had stayed before finally ushered in the baptism of artillery fire.

In the underground shelter where Xiug had been, Viline was looking seriously at a magic book in her hand, holding a magic fountain pen in her hand, temporarily supplementing it with some functional magic that might need to be used next.

Across from her, Frey Meyer was writing something in his notebook as usual, his brow furrowed—he had been like this since the soldiers in charge of searching for Shug Ernst had brought back the important information.

In his previous conversation with Huge, Meyer did hide something.

And what he was hiding was his past experience at St. Steel's Medical College, as well as things about Kzlov.

As Kzlov said to Shug at the Black Sun Society***, he was indeed Mayer's teacher and professor when he was a student, and even for a long time, Meyer was very close to Kzlov, and under his guidance, he participated in some documentary research on the "Lost Era".

But it was in this process that Meyer became acutely aware of his teacher's strange enthusiasm for that ancient age, and for the gods that might have existed, and when he deduced from these signs with his own logic and common sense, he came to an even more astonishing conclusion.

There is a fundamental conflict between the power and will represented by those ancient gods and the moral, ethical, social laws and structures that human beings possess today, and even the very essence of existence, that is, the more they favor those gods in their beliefs, the farther away the believers will be from the concept of human race.

And this is the real reason why Mayer finally chose to stay away from Kzlov and even try to stand on the opposite side of the Black Sun Society.

His life, his experiences, and all the knowledge he possessed did not support him in such a devastating and mad enterprise.

When Meyer received the news of the news brought by Xiuge, he first felt a little ashamed, but then he thought a lot about the actions of the Black Sun Association.

As a scholar who had spoken to Shug many times about this mysterious mage society, and who knew all about the goals of their actions, Meyer quickly picked up and deduced some very important and terrifying trends from the signs of the Black Sun Society's activities

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His preliminary conclusion is similar to what Hug had previously said to Herbert and other members of the Society, Meyer believes that the current potential of human nations under the influence of war and new technology is very likely to bring a great sense of crisis to the Black Sun Society, and the development of technology has forced the academic science of magic, which has been stagnant for many years, to also open up new research directions, and even make the power of magic begin to integrate more deeply with the development of society.

This is clearly not what the Black Day Society wants to see.

And the fact that they acted so quickly, even at the risk of attracting the hostility and attention of many parties, intervened in the surrounding situation showed an unusual exuberance and eagerness.

"Obviously, for these members of the Black Sun Society, an extremely important point in time or event is approaching them...... And they obviously don't want war, and humanity itself to do something more than they expected before this important point in time."

Meyer left this sentence in his notebook, and at the same time, in the roar of artillery fire, he remembered the prophecy and legend about the "black sun" that Shuge had mentioned to him, intentionally or unintentionally.

"The eternal black sun will be the messenger of war, the believers who have lost their miracles and divine graces will fight each other, and the nobles who have lost their offspring and crowns will shed rivers of blood." new

Meyer silently recited this ancient prophecy.

As a scholar who has always had a rich imagination and psychological endurance, he smelled a hint of truth in this vague prophecy.

If that day really comes......

If one day you wake up, you will already see a black sun hanging in the sky......

What will people become at that time?

What will this war look like?

What about this world?

Mayer can't imagine a very specific picture yet, but he feels that some of the ideas he has made before and some general plans must be put on the agenda.

As he pondered carefully, the roar and tremors finally ended, which meant that the shelling of the King of Deran's *** team had stopped, so all the soldiers of the Fifth Chasseur Regiment who were hiding in the depths of the trenches removed their earplugs, and crawled out of their hideouts amid the sharp whistle, and went to the intended location with their weapons.

Meyer closed his notebook and slipped it into his pocket, and as he was about to follow the trench to the field hospital in the third trench, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Professor, please wait a minute!"

Meyer stopped, and he turned his head to look at Verine, who was standing behind.

The mage, who was nominally part of the Ernst family, stepped forward, pulled out a brand new pamphlet, and handed it to Meyer: "This is the result of my research on the Black Sun Society and the Lost Ages and magic."

Mayer was a little surprised, but he reached out and took it, and then Verin said, "This is the result of my discussion with my student earlier...... He believes that you are one of the few people in this world who deserves to be entrusted with these facts and truths."

Wei Lin looked at the scholar in front of her, she and Mayer were not particularly familiar, but she must admit that this somewhat mature scholar did exude a quality that one could not help but trust—his face was covered with dust, but his eyes were still bright, and in the dim light, the sculptural face also revealed an extraordinary determination and wisdom.

Meyer squeezed the booklet in his hand and asked, "Mr. Shugg, where has he gone?"

"I don't know...... If the magic hadn't gone wrong, then he might now be anywhere he had been in the past, and in short, his safety was unknown."

Wei Lin replied softly, "In the second half of this booklet, there are some words that Xiuge left for you, written when he was still in Brownhill...... There are rituals on it that only you can flip through."

Hearing this, Meyer was finally a little surprised: "It's just me?"

"Yes, it's just you."

Wei Lin nodded, "Even my teacher can't know what secret he wants to reveal to you, no matter how much I ask, it's useless...... So I thought, it must be something that seems really amazing to him, right?"

At this time, the second whistle in the trench had sounded, so Verine ended the conversation with Meyer, left a smile and walked out first, Meyer followed, but Verin's pace was as fast as the rest of the soldiers, and before Mayer could catch up and ask questions, she had already walked in the direction of the first trench, as the chief regulator of the magic ritual of the entire hunting regiment's position, she had to hurry into work.

So, Meyer shook his head helplessly, and with the warm sunlight pouring from the sky, he quickly flipped the booklet towards the second half.

As Willin said, the second half of the book is sealed off by a miniature magical ritual, and on the first page of the lockdown is a message from Huge.

"Dear Professor Frey Meyer, if you have received this brochure from my teacher, it is likely that there has been some unexpected event that we could not have foreseen."

"While in Brownhill, I took the time to read many of your past articles in St. Steele, and I spoke with you several times...... After this, I have finally been sure that you are indeed a very special and visionary scholar, and not a member of the Black Sun Society, which has been deliberately buried in the hunting regiment."

"On that basis, I would like to share some secrets and my personal thoughts with you."

"But here, I hope you'd do well to read it after you've confirmed my death, or before you have to make a very big decision...... Because they may have an impact on some of your ideas, and some of the points I insist on may not be applicable...... In short, I trust your judgment."

The text came to an abrupt end.

The signature below reads "Hug Ernst", and to Meyer's curiosity, the signature was prefixed with a prefix, but after Schug wrote it down, he was obviously a little hesitant, so he finally crossed it out.

"Hmm...... Well, that is, I'm not at the time to flip through it right now? Mr. Ernst, you really trust me!"

Meyer smiled and shook his head, of course he knew that Shug Ernst was a very, very special young man.

But now, Meyer felt that his previous judgment of Xiuge still seemed to have some deviations.

At the sound of a hurried whistle, Meyer put the book away, and strode in the direction of the field hospital, where he would probably have to spend a very difficult time.

At the rear of the trenches, the crystallized artillery positions that had been urgently erected after a night had begun to carry out their tasks, and as the commander gave the order, these somewhat old heavy magical ordnance let out a ferocious roar, firing the cannonballs that were enough to cause an astonishing magical explosion towards the intended location.

"Boom!"

With the movement of the metal cane, a huge fireball of red-hot fire hit the wall in front of it with precision, and the moment the collision occurred, the terrifying fireball destroyed the wall on the spot, and the impact carried the dazzling fire light into the air, triggering a series of panicked shouts.

Ever since he learned magic, Xiuge has always wanted to imitate the way he remembered those spellcasters who calmly used magic to tear apart the opponent's defenses, and he didn't expect that his wish would be fulfilled after returning to Salem City.

The Black Sun Scepter, which had been forged from an ancient ritual utensil, had now become a staff and staff for Xiuge, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the Black Sun Scepter seemed to allow magic to pass directly through the interior, that is, he could see the staff as an extension of his limbs and build a magic pattern at the end or top of it.

Although this does not contribute to the power of the magic or the speed of casting, it greatly satisfies Xiuge's "desire to cast spells".

And now, this group is hiding in the store,

The members of the Tricolor Brotherhood, who tried to ambush Shug, became the "spectators" of his first "official magic show".

"Mages should have staffs, and they can't use their staffs, so of course arson is the priority of casting spells...... The feeling of oppression is enough, and if one fireball is not enough, another will come until the enemy is burned to ashes."

Silently reciting strange words in his mind that only he understood, Xiuge took a step towards the store that had been torn open with a huge gap, and the spreading flames on the ground seemed to have life, avoiding Xiuge's pace in time.

Standing in front of the gap in the wall, he shouted to the Brotherhood members in the shop, cane in hand, "Lay down your arms and come out and talk...... Otherwise, my next fireball will be thrown at you, and you'll see for yourself!"