The city of Salem, a special city that has endured hardships, is now struggling to reach the end of its destiny.

Raging flames flickered and rose in the southern part of the city.

This time, these blazing lights from magic or weapons have become an important reliance on people's pursuit of life and future.

In the terrible screams of the children of the Abyss, in the last cry of each of the warriors who died, it was as if each of them had become a small tribe that had dwelled around the campfire for warmth in that distant era.

The ignition of each flame means the initiation of a rebellion, and the extinguishing of each flame represents the advancement of those terrifying existences.

And this kind of color, in the eyes of those magic airships and balloon pilots who rushed to carry out the bombing mission, is even more tragic and tragic.

In fact, they had only been formed for a short time, and they had not even really participated in large-scale frontal battles, and when these professional soldiers and mages boarded the airships, they knew that they had taken on such a mission.

The strange darkness surging in the city of Salem was the main bombing target of their mission, and the flickering fires were the starting point of their bombing.

The bombardment will last four hours, during which time the two major mage organizations and the craftsmen of the highlands will cover the entire city of Selen, and these special crystallized bombs will create magical flames of astonishing scale and lasting for a long time, and the power of their flames and the areas they can affect are far beyond ordinary magic and weapons.

Under the cover of this flame, not only everything on the ground will be incinerated, but everything in the space such as underground pipes will also suffer fatal damage and blows.

"Their first line of defense has collapsed, are we going to drop bombs?"

"There must have been a lot of people who got entangled with those 'silts', but they couldn't hold on for long."

"The fire they lit below was our bomb drop! Execute the command! ”

The officer in charge of decision-making also saw the city, but he had no choice.

As a professional soldier, he knew that the dedication and death of these warriors had to be brought into full play.

As the order was given, the soldiers on the magic airship and the balloon could only grit their teeth and turn the metal handwheel in front of them, open the bomb window, and then slowly move the terrifying high bombs out, and when they reached the target point, they threw them down.

The piercing whistling sound was followed by a deafening roar.

The first powerful bomb successfully landed in the surging tide of the Abyssal Heirs, and a blinding light immediately burst out from within the flowing pitch-black colors, and the magical explosion and terrifying impact of the far more than ordinary crystalline cannonballs created a void within these ancient creations in an instant.

Then, more high-flying bombs rained down, and the sound of explosions was incessant, and even the powerful ritual arena that blocked the perimeter of the city of Salem flashed with a chaotic light in the continuous vibration.

The children of the Abyss fell into a brief period of confusion and confusion.

They did take a considerable amount of memories from the inhabitants of the city of Seren, but in those memories there was little information about the magical airships and the bombing, and they were terrified by the new ways of fighting that had been spawned in a short period of time, and the explosives that had been dropped with impunity.

The tide of chaos on the march began to slow down severely, and a large number of children who had scattered to launch an attack died on the spot under the blazing flames, and many large condensed children were reduced to debris and fragments by the violent explosion of magical power.

In the face of the monsters who narrowly escaped the first round of bombardment, but still tried to approach him, the Dharma Mage with the dragon's tooth card hanging from his waist and the magic book in his hand staggered up, he could no longer hear, and blood was constantly falling in his nostrils.

However, looking at the twisted forms in front of him that were constantly struggling in the flames, he smiled warmly like never before.

As for his companion, the player who was particularly fond of the "Northern Deck" had completely disappeared into the sweeping flames, several broken dragon teeth cards falling into the air, and an indistinguishable body falling into the flames, which was the last trace of him.

"Praise the flames, praise the Vann, praise the Goddess Mel!"

The mage, however, was not saddened, he shouted in his completely distorted voice, and then with a wave of his arm, he threw the scattered pages of magic books and his beloved cards into the air, and with this action, the magic of the riot burst out from within the pages, and in the shock of the bombardment, the war ritual buried in the streets began.

The mages and their dragon's tooth cards were engulfed in a surging glow of magic.

The crews of the airships who were carrying out the bombing mission saw that within the fire generated by the bombing, a particularly conspicuous blue straight line quickly opened up at the edge of the southern city, and all the monsters that tried to escape the flames and continue to move forward collapsed on the spot in this strange magical light.

Not only that, but after the initial intense war magic had taken effect, the devastating blue glow remained on the ground, and countless intricate magical lines flickered in these rays, which, along with the surging flames, continued to damage the children of the Abyss who tried to continue their journey.

"This time, they bought themselves a lot of time."

On the airship, the officer who saw the brilliant light of the war magic sighed, but before he could finish speaking, the observer on the side noticed that he pointed towards a certain position in the city of Selen, and his voice was slightly distorted: "That...... What's that? ”

At the same time, the other members of the airship also discovered the anomaly.

The giant crystallization lamp installed on the airship was turned on, and a bright light was projected towards the target location.

Under the bright light, a scalp-tinging picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Just as the lights converged, a huge hill of sticky monsters appeared, which seemed to be only a little lower than the walls of the city of Selen, and around it, black shadows continued to converge, as if there was some kind of treasure that could attract them.

Looking at the constantly surging colossal shadows, the officer on the airship only felt that his heartbeat was accelerating, and his mouth was even more bitter, and he asked dryly, "What is that place?" ”

"Judging by the map, that's where the Celem City Law Council branch is located!"

Hearing this, the officer raised his hand and tugged at his collar, and then he ordered the soldier beside him: "Inform everyone to change the ammunition after the third round of bombing...... I now believe that the Jiaocheng strategy is indeed necessary, and these monsters must not escape from Seren City! We need to incinerate them here completely! ”

……

At this delicate point in time, Seren City is not the only one facing an existential crisis.

In fact, for the very few soldiers who remained in the Great Fissure camp and insisted on making their final notes, death seemed imminent.

They didn't have magic in their bodies, so the strange power emanating from the depths of the rift didn't affect them too strongly, but as time went on and the intensity of the magic in the environment increased further, these brave soldiers finally began to show a variety of symptoms.

Tinnitus, dizziness, vomiting......

In severe cases, nosebleeds and a feeling that their teeth are starting to loosen......

But even so, they still stuck to their job - until this time, the observation and recording of the crack was still ongoing, and the soldiers took turns to observe the changes taking place in and around the crack using instruments or the naked eye, and recorded these changes and transmitted them to the rear through a preset communication secret device.

The room where the communication secret is stored is already the only "pure land" in this camp.

In order to ensure that the secret ritual is not affected by the magic of mutation, before the evacuation, the emergency committee specially set up a large number of protective rituals near the secret ritual to ensure its stability, which makes the chaotic magic become relatively stable after these protective rituals, and such an environment can also allow the soldiers who have taken turns to breathe a little easier.

After another earthquake, the terrible crack had grown even larger, and the camp buildings that had been some distance from the edge of the crack had been completely swallowed up, and at night, the soldiers could clearly see the strange light and psychedelic mist emerging from the ground.

Now, the so-called "tremors" no longer need to be felt by the mages.

As ordinary people who have never been exposed to magic, as long as the soldiers calm down, they can clearly feel a strange force acting on their minds and spirits, and even some people feel that the entire ground is constantly shaking according to a certain frequency.

Just after midnight, another violent earthquake struck the craggy hills and the surrounding area, and this time, most of the crack camp disappeared completely, and the soldiers got a glimpse of an even more jaw-dropping scene.

In the exposed underworld, they saw a blinding light, as if another sun was hidden beneath the surface.

However, this light is not warm, on the contrary, it is constantly taking away the surrounding temperature.

The liquid began to freeze, and hoarfrost appeared on the eyelashes of the soldiers, who had to wrap their bodies in thicker clothing in order to continue their work.

As time passed, and the ground trembled, the light seemed to be moving closer to the surface, its light was not constant, and at some point it would become dim, and at this time, the soldiers would be able to observe it with their naked eyes, and this action would make them suffer even more violently.

One could see that in the depths of the crack, in the light that seemed to be "rising", there were many shadows—some of them seemed to be humans, some seemed to be other animals, and some were some strange beings that were simply indescribable.

These shadows with a strange sheen are not constant, they change from moment to moment, like aquatic creatures swimming in a vast body of water.

The soldiers who saw this strange scene were not able to convey the message themselves, because while they were observing the shadows with fear, the light at the bottom of the abyss flickered again, and they were blinded on the spot, and under the influence of the magic of the riot, the eyes of the two soldiers were severely distorted, just like those mages who returned from underground, and their eyes turned into crystal clear magic crystals.

They persisted in their anguish to repeat what they had seen, and after that, both fell silent for a long time, and their bodies began to change little by little, like the survivors who had been transformed into humanoid crystals, and when they were completely transformed into magical crystals, the ancient patterns that Vireen had managed to identify emerged from the depths of their crystallized bodies.

And the meaning of these lines is also the terrifying cry and exhortation.

"Run!"

However, for the soldiers who stayed here, such exhortation no longer made any sense.

As time passed, everyone found that their bodies began to show varying degrees of pathology, and even though they remained protected by the rituals and avoided exposure to that light as much as possible, the anomaly continued to intensify.

All the information was transmitted through the secret ritual, and the process lasted for another two hours.

However, there were fewer and fewer people who could write messages and manipulate the ritual in their normal state, the rifts were still expanding, and the humanoid crystals in the camp were increasing, and after loyally completing the last record, the last elven soldier in the camp who was barely able to move used the ritual to say goodbye to the scholars behind him, and then he finished his work and dragged his arm out of the room, which had grown crystal fragments, and left the protective ritual field that was on the verge of collapse.

It was still a long time before dawn.

But the light coming from the ground was so bright that it gave him the illusion that he was in the daytime.

Now, he was no longer faced with the so-called "crack", but a huge rift valley that was incomparably wide, and the transformation and collapse of the craggy hills continued, and as a resident of the plateau, this elven soldier from the plateau had a deep affection for the mountains and hills, but he now felt that he could even hear the cries of the earth as it was torn apart.

Or is it actually a weeping from Van Grace?

He didn't know, he only knew that his body was changing little by little in the fluttering blinding light, so he sat alone in the clearing, trying to lift his head.

Even though it was an extravagant hope, he still wanted to see the bright sun again.

(End of chapter)