It's just past three o'clock in the morning.

It had only been twenty minutes since the airboat regiment first dropped the "Mel Fire".

Everything that had been done in the survivors' camp seemed to have made sense, and the sacrifices of the warriors had been worthwhile, and after the bombardment of the Airship Regiment began, the pressure on the second line of defense had been minimized, and even if the Descendants of the Abyss were outnumbered, they could not brave the flames to launch an effective assault on the survivors' positions.

And what makes people rejoice is that these terrible monsters seem to be attracted by something, and the monsters who continue to charge towards the south gate can be said to be very few, but on the defensive line, many soldiers find that their targets are beginning to retreat in the same direction.

This is definitely good news for the survivors.

Even the soldiers on the defensive line knew that if they held out for more than an hour, they could join the evacuation team, and when that time came, they would have the opportunity to say goodbye to the terrible city of hell and reconnect with their relatives and friends.

However, in the survivors' camp, there is a constant high level of tension and anxiety.

Every time a violent explosion was heard in the city, Vilyn Ernst felt like her heart was being struck by an invisible hammer.

She could tell by sight that the "Mel Fire" had been planted near the Dharma's residence, where Xiug had given his last magic signal.

She knew that there were many, many secrets in Xiuge's body, and that the powers and magic he mastered were by no means as simple as she thought, and even the members of the Black Sun Society had to pay attention to him.

But in the face of this war-level explosion of magical power, does he really have a chance to survive?

In this regard, Wei Lin really did not have half confidence.

What really made Wei Lin feel extremely helpless was the daunting task in front of her, although the actual distance between her and Xiuge was very limited, she had no way to verify it, but she had to seriously deal with the matter in her hands.

Just now, an unfamiliar convoy had managed to reach the outside of Salem, they were in such a hurry, the vehicles were very haphazard, there was no uniform flag, and only a rough logo was improvised on the side of the vehicle using paint.

Vaguely recognizable, the motif depicts an ordinary sun rising halfway from behind a dark mountain, which is the makeshift emblem of the Dawn Society, to symbolize a ray of light shining from darkness and despair.

This is true for those survivors who have just left the city of Seren.

The people responsible for driving these vehicles obviously have different identities, including many veterans who have retired from the army, farmers who can only drive large grain trucks, and even mine drivers who are responsible for transporting crystallized mines on a daily basis.

Many of them came from the Duchy of Boult, which was closer to the city of Seren, as a result of a joint call by the Grand Duke of Boult and the Dawn Society.

Thus, the evacuation began, and the survivors who left the city of Salem through the southern gate in batches were to be sent to the border town of the Duchy of Boult, where they would be their temporary settlement, transit point, and shelter.

In fact, many countries, including the Kingdom of Wattel and the Kingdom of Dere, are actively preparing, and they have received the last message from the volunteers who stayed behind in the Rift Camp, and the continuous magical changes in the environment also prove that the entire Van En is about to usher in the most complete upheaval at dawn.

In this case, if you want to keep yourself safe, you must stay as far away from the rugged hills as possible.

This is an even greater challenge for those who are still in the vicinity of Salem, who can only vaguely know from others that some kind of catastrophe is coming, but they cannot predict the scale and form of that catastrophe.

The survivors who had left the distance could only stare at their familiar and fearful homeland, sometimes staring at the blood-red sky, sometimes at the airships that were constantly bombarding the city of Salem with complex eyes, as the most ordinary ordinary people in this world, they could only pray silently at this moment, and call out to the loving goddess who has been sheltering all living beings since the name Van En appeared.

Will the goddess Mel be able to respond?

Nobody knows.

Two extremely devout women sat in the body of an empty grain truck, reciting a prayer they had already learned by heart, and in the palm of one of them held a miniature statue of the goddess Mel.

"May the loving god of magic protect us ......"

"May the eternal Goddess Mel be draped ......"

However, just as they were uttering the last two prayers, everyone in the car heard a strange crunch, and they ended their prayers in wonder, and looked towards the source of the crunching sound, only to see that the statue of the goddess held by the woman had completely cracked at the moment when the prayer was over.

"Huh? Yes? ”

The woman was in a panic like never before, and she instinctively tried to hold her fingers against the cracked statue, but this slight movement triggered an even more drastic change.

As if struck by some vicious magic, the statue, which had been intact and sturdy, turned into fine powder at the slightest touch of a finger and spilled from between the woman's fingers.

A cold night breeze blew, and the powder immediately drifted into the night sky amid the panicked cries of the people.

There was no trace of it.

……

Shuge wanted to thank the crew of the airboat who was responsible for dropping the bomb overhead, but at the same time, he wanted to curse them.

The three scattered "Mel's Fire" crystallized bombs saved him from turning into pieces and dust the moment the magic exploded, but the ensuing impact and high flames plunged him into a situation like the legendary purgatory.

The hall of the Dharma's residence, which had been used as the last line of defense, had now become a world of flames.

Originally, thanks to Justina's efforts, the protective magic that had been successfully expanded to the edge of the hall by Xiuge had been artificially shrunk to his side the moment the explosion occurred, and he leaned against the tall statue of the goddess Mel in the hall and tore off the various pages of Virin's magic book as quickly as possible.

In the rough infusion of his own magical power, all kinds of protective magic rays flickered in his body, but in the face of the surging flames, these magical lights were often completely dissipated as soon as they appeared, and the Calon touch and the abyssal mist summoned by Xiuge were also constantly scorched or collapsed on the spot in this extreme impact.

And this is also the result of the severe impact and interference of the flames caused by the "Mel Fire".

The lethal war magic rituals buried beneath the garrison that had not been activated by Xiuge were also triggered by the terrible bombardment, and although the power they burst out could not be compared to the "Mel Fire", the magic turbulence caused by them also successfully interfered with the spread of the flames.

But even so, Xiuge's own survival is already difficult to maintain.

He felt like he was being stuffed into a huge oven with no dead ends, he couldn't even breathe, and even if he used magic to carve out a small foothold for himself, he had to completely transform himself into a misty humanoid form, and only then could he avoid being roasted alive or suffocated.

Compared with Xiuge, who was constantly trying to struggle, Justina, who was barely protected by Xiuge, fell into an even more difficult predicament, and the engulfing flames almost caused her to lose all the abyss heirs who had just been assimilated by herself, and this spiritual rupture almost made her fall to the most original state on the spot.

The torture and pain exerted directly on the vast perception was enough to make a "newborn" like Justina completely collapse.

Luckily, Shug didn't forget her at the critical moment.

He forcibly used his mist to wrap around Justina's body and drag it to his side, then hurled several healing pages at her body that had begun to crumble, and while forcibly infusing her with life force would have left her in agony of destruction and reorganization, it was the only way to keep her alive at the moment.

The Descendants of the Abyss, who had gathered near the Legislature's premises, had fallen into complete silence, and they were still extremely vulnerable to the brutal weapons of States at this stage.

However, the flames were still approaching, and in the rounds of attempts and struggles of Xiuge, his magic pages and magic reserves were being rapidly depleted, and the originally thick magic book was now only a pitiful few pages, and most of the remaining ones were also lethal magic, which could hardly help the current situation.

In desperation, Shuge reached out and tore off a page with the words "Cold Pool" and threw it directly at his feet.

The icy low temperature immediately erupted from the inside of the page, as the magic that helped Wei Lin become a lake-level mage, its effect was still worth affirming, and the magic flame that had been forced to the side was actually pushed back by the "cold pool" at this moment, and these short-lived hoarfrost also spread on the tall goddess statue behind Xiuge.

Of all the Dharmakaya residences, the statue of Goddess Mel is the most important and sacred being.

As the centerpiece of the Residency's overall protective ritual, the statue of Goddess Mel is carved with a large number of permanent rituals at the beginning of its molding, which is one of the most important gifts given to the Goddess of Love by the mages of Merlin Lehe.

And now, in the face of the swept flames and the hoarfrost that erupted "in front of him", the magic lines inside the goddess statue were finally stimulated.

Xiuge, who was struggling and supporting, suddenly felt a special coolness, he stopped his movements in surprise, and looked up, only to see that on top of the tall statue of the goddess behind him, a pale blue curtain was slowly falling.

In the dazzling firelight, such colors appear soft and beautiful.

It was like a thin veil woven from a body of water, it slowly floated, and in this way, all the heat and scorching heat were dispelled, and Xiuge could only see the magic above the pale blue curtain rising and drifting in the flames.

Mel, the goddess of magic, can be as fierce as a storm or as gentle as a clear stream.

At this moment, Shug finally felt the perseverance and love of the goddess firsthand.

Xiuge looked at the sculpture in a daze, in the light blue magic light, the beautiful goddess who spread her hands slightly, seemed to want to embrace everything in the world, as if she had really come to the world again, and with the stimulation of the magic power, all the pressure around her was transferred to the thin magic curtain.

It was in this environment that Shoge finally had the opportunity to check on Justina's condition.

At this time, she had completely turned into a "sludge" under the devastating blow, and Xiuge quickly "cut off" the parts of her body that had been necrotic and collapsed, and the remaining active parts were only a small mass.

In the face of Xiuge's attention and touch, the slowly writhing pitch-black rubber gently poked out a finger-thick tentacle and touched Xiuge's palm, as if to tell Xiuge that he was still alive.

Seeing this, Xiuge hurriedly held up "Justina", he took out the kettle he carried, drank all the remaining water inside, and then put "Justina" in it, in order to ensure her state, Xiuge also deliberately made some magic water to maintain her magic operation.

As for whether the taste of these magic clear water is acceptable, Xiuge can't care more.

He couldn't do anything now, but sat down slowly leaning against the statue of the goddess and waiting for the fire to weaken.

Time passed little by little in the midst of Xiuge's apprehension.

The magic in the environment continued to change, and the dangerous boundary was infinitely closer, perhaps because of the influence of this abnormal movement, the devastating magic in the surrounding flames gradually collapsed, and the statue of the goddess that had been sheltering Xiuge finally exhausted its strength.

The pale blue curtain became invisible, and as the power inside the statue faded, shocking cracks emerged from the sculpture's surface.

Finally, a piece of debris fell down.

The hollow eyes of the goddess Mel stared straight ahead, where a thin figure was walking with great difficulty into the distance, protected by protective magic.

As if at the end of her own fate, she was shattered behind Shuge, her slender arms broken, and her long, soft hair turned to dust.

At the dawn of a new dark era, the outlines that have been remembered for thousands of years are fading.

The sound of the crumble was her last goodbye to Fan'n.

(End of chapter)