When sporadic gunfire rang out in the city of Selen, a new round of battles belonging to Xiuge officially began.

He had come to the vicinity of the Dharma's premises, and while the personnel in the garrison had been evacuated, the protective magic ritual of the residency itself was still functioning.

The members of the Council left behind enough crystals to last the ritual for two days before leaving, and it will continue to function until the mana of these crystals is fully consumed, or the ritual itself is breached head-on.

This is also part of the plan.

In order to alleviate the pressure on the frontal defense line as much as possible and disperse the offensive power of the Descendants of the Abyss, the mages have set up the current station as a huge trap, and in the perception of the magical creatures, this huge protective ritual field will be extremely conspicuous, and the mages hope to use this abandoned station to attract a considerable number of the Descendants of the Abyss.

They had re-altered the ceremonial arena before leaving, and if it was attacked and destroyed by a frontal attack, the war magic set up inside the station would take effect, and the entire interior of the station and the surrounding area would be scorched with magical flames.

If the children had maintained their previous state, the trap would have been highly successful, but Shug knew that the ancient creatures, who had learned to be cautious and vigilant, and had begun to experiment with various strategies, would probably abandon it and attack the defense line itself as soon as they sensed the anomaly in the station.

"It's still up to me......"

Xiuge sighed softly, he threw away a canned fruit in his hand, it was a "luxury" he found from the abandoned store where he was hiding, the taste was not too good, but for Xiuge, who had been working hard for many days, he could only nibble on dry bread and drink demonic water, this was already a rare enjoyment.

Under the blood-soaked sky, Xiuge took a deep breath, and then he walked towards the headquarters of the Dharma, accompanied by distant gunfire.

At this time, he has lifted the veil of his own existence, and as he travels, the translucent roots of fate begin to "grow" nearby, and once these strange-looking beings appear, the surrounding scenes and images will immediately begin to distort, and begin to change and take shape rapidly according to Xiuge's wishes.

Soon, the originally dead and silent residence of the Legislative Committee became a different appearance under Xiuge's control.

The soldiers and mages stationed in the garrison looked around vigilantly, the crystallized cannons were in full array, and under the cover of the protective ceremony, there were even people operating several metal guns with a completely different style from the Kalfan heavy machine gun - there was no one else around anyway, and Xiuge didn't bother to carefully study the details of each firearm, so he directly picked some familiar gun styles from the depths of his memory and placed them in these illusions.

"This is really a blue-fire Gatling...... It's a pity that illusions are just illusions after all, and if they can be realized, I'm really going to ask the Black Sun Association how many divisions there are. ”

Looking at the combination of elements from different time and space in front of him, Xiuge shook his head.

"Sorry, master. That's all we can do. ”

The Roots of Fate were a little frightened by the playful words of Shog, who, despite their astonishing intelligence, could not fully comprehend the odd jokes that Shog occasionally uttered.

"Oh, it looks so interesting, like something we soldiers would love."

Only the old general Bernhardt saw through the essence of these illusions at a glance, and expressed strong praise for the steel things that Shug had "fabricated".

As a person or soul who has actually been on the battlefield, Bernhardt captures the special beauty of these "iron bumps" with his own intuition.

Of course, his attachment to Xiuge is more to reduce the psychological burden of this young junior, as a consciousness that shares the magic and emotions of Xiuge, Bernhardt can now clearly feel the huge pressure on Xiuge.

The closer you are to the final evacuation point, the less room for error there is for Xiuge.

After expertly examining the war magic rituals buried beneath the station, Shug looked up and sighed suddenly as he looked at the vast illusions around him that had been fully formed and perfectly connected in one place.

The veteran general, who has rich battlefield experience, couldn't help but admonish: "Hey, sighing before the war is not a good habit." ”

"I just thought about the last time I escaped from the city of Seren."

Shug responded as he climbed the watchtower in the garrison, and he passed directly through the forged illusions of soldiers to the highest point, and the dark fog gradually filled Xiuge's eyes.

With the help of his magical vision, he managed to catch a glimpse of the cloud of magic that had formed in the distance due to the gathering of the descendants of the Abyss, who had sensed the exact location of the cultivator and began to gather in the direction of the cultivator.

Shug removed the spellbook and the Wheel Crystal Bolt from his waist and placed them side by side at the edge of the watchtower, he quickly tore out several lake-level and valley-level magic book pages from the spellbook that Wei Lin had personally imprinted, and then took out the special crystalline bullets that Gerald had given him earlier and filled them into the Crystal Wheel's magazine.

Such pre-war preparations can always make Xiuge enter the calmest state.

"The last time I escaped from this city, I was also chasing after these monsters...... At that time, my ability and situation only allowed me to try to protect myself, and even bringing Sally and Schubert with me was an extremely luxurious choice. ”

Schug silently said in his heart, these words were both a response to Bernhardt and an answer he gave himself.

"For some time after arriving in Boldon, I was obsessed with looking in the newspapers for news related to the city of Seren, and I always hoped that one day, the city and those in the city would be able to get out of its predicament and be truly saved, but such a thing was simply more bizarre and distant than a fairy tale, and it did not happen."

"When the war began, I thought I had forgotten all about the city of Salem like everyone else, but one day, the refugees appeared in front of my eyes......"

The magazine of the runner was filled, so Hug placed his thumb on its side, and with a slight force of his finger, the magazine was successfully reset.

A cloud of magic began to roll in the distance, meaning that a considerable army of heirs was approaching the Legislature headquarters.

"I used to really hate the concept of fate and fate, but in the last few days, I've figured it out...... Whether it was an absolute coincidence or a matter of fate, I accepted it. ”

"At least it gave me a chance to make amends, a chance for me to wash my guilt away."

"At least this time, I won't be the first to escape."

After listening to these words, the will of Bernhardt and the other Ernst family fell silent, and after a while, the well-informed old general suddenly let out a strange laugh: "Okay boy, now I know, why did you become friends with that strange Professor Mayer, you are indeed like a kind of person." ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

With a rare smile, Shuge glanced at the blood-red night sky, then at the pillars of smoke that kept rising from the city of Selen, and then raised the wheel crystallizer and began to aim at the empty street ahead.

Within seconds of his action, a strange pitch-black shadow emerged from the end of the street, a small and numerous distorted beast from among the children of the Abyss, responsible for scouting for their own people.

The moment he saw these figures, the magic power from the Walking Forest burst out from Xiuge's body, and a stable invisible force enveloped Xiuge's body, causing him to enter the optimal state of spell casting, and then, this magic power extended from his palm, encompassing the crystalline gun as well.

The trigger was pulled, and with a loud bang, the specially made crystalline bullet flew forward with the guidance and assistance of the magic, and accurately hit the twisted form that was walking in the front.

The explosion of the crystallized bullet did not occur immediately, and with the help of magic, it succeeded in tearing the figure of the beast apart from the middle.

The abyssal mists hidden in their magic appeared at the right time, and they quickly wrapped around the fragments of the children of the abyss like maggots on tarsal bones, and instantly obliterated the life force contained in them, and then the bullet pierced straight through the mass of children in the back, and finally exploded near the other two targets.

"At this level, after Gerald leaves Salem City, he may be able to find himself a position as a master craftsman......"

In the midst of Xiuge's exclamation, a suffocating black shadow finally appeared.

It was a "slime hill" that had appeared in the northern city and caused a lot of trouble for Shogue.

Just like last time, the mass, which was two or three stories high, had been fused with the old crystallized cannon that had been dismantled, and it was a terrifying point of fire on the move.

Compared to the previous one, the current "hill" is obviously more hideous and deadly.

With his magical vision, Shug saw that the slime figures that grew from within them had been carefully divided—some of them were holding weapons such as crystalline guns, while others were shrouded in abyss magic, and they were obviously able to provide magical support to the massive carriers connected to them like those "children of spellcasters".

"It's amazing wisdom and growth speed......"

Xiuge's expression became solemn, and the moment he saw this huge shadow, a page of the magic book that he had prepared before floated out of his hand, and with the injection of magic power, the regular, beautiful and delicate patterns and lines on the paper "came to life" in an instant.

The pages of the magic book were reduced to powder in the work of the magic, but the patterns were left in the air.

Since the advent of the crystal cannon, a powerful weapon of war, more and more war magics specially designed to deal with artillery bombardments and magical explosions have also begun to appear in large numbers, and the times have changed, and most weapons and magic have been replaced countless times, but there are still some war magics that are still widely used by people after spanning a long time.

The "Wall of Tides" is one of them.

As a typical magic born in large-scale artillery battles, it has serious disadvantages such as large mana loss, easy interference with other ceremonies, short duration, obscuring one's vision and unable to eliminate in time, but it is also extremely clear and clear, that is, it can minimize the shelling and the magic explosion it triggers, so as to achieve maximum protection for the shelling target.

As the mana in Xiuge's body continued to be consumed, this huge war magic, which required the support of at least two or three lake-level or valley-level mages, began to take shape rapidly, and those complex magic patterns did not interfere with Xiuge's thoughts, and in the face of the huge shadows that were approaching in the distance, he accurately channeled every mana to the place where it was needed, and finally completed the construction of this war magic.

With everything ready, Shuge snapped his fingers crisply, ending the construction of the magic.

The delicate blue lines spread horizontally, carving a magnificent blue picture under the night sky, and then the lines slid down like melted ice bricks, turning into blue droplets and eventually forming a perfect tidal curtain.

At this moment, in the midst of the "slime hills", there was a terrifying and dull cry.

They were calling out Shog's name.

It was as if countless clansmen of blood and soul were calling him back to the embrace of the clan with all their might.

"It's noisy."

Shug frowned and grumbled, then he raised his hand again, and the dark purple light flashed, and the wolf fang tattoo around his wrist turned into a cold and mysterious Hound Fang pistol.

With the continuous spinning of the metal disc, the ferocious wolfhounds from the court of the Abyss let out a low growl at the distant beings who had a similar source to themselves, but were distinctly different.

The blue curtain that would seriously interfere with the vision of ordinary people did not stop the flickering abyssal mist in Xiuge's eye sockets, and the outlines of the heirs in the distance were so clear that Xiuge could even see the traces of magic flowing inside the "slime hill".

He pulled the trigger, and a dark purple light swooped out from within the curtain.

Feeling the intense threat, the behemoth made of slime immediately began to distort, and its smooth and soft fluid surface quickly turned into a hard carapace, but in the next moment, with the arrival of the dark purple light and shadow, this layer of skin, which was enough to withstand magic and crystallized bullets, collapsed and disintegrated under the strangulation of the power of the court hounds......

(End of chapter)