In the early morning, different colors of magic signals streaked across the sky, and the blinding light dispelled the gloom that shrouded the muddy plains.

This has happened many times in the past ten days, and the members of the Black Sun Society stationed in the hidden outposts have long been wary of this - no matter what these signals represent, they as defenders should clean them up as soon as possible.

The job is not difficult, and a few specific lethal spells will do the trick.

Two spellcasters with the emblem of the Black Sun emerged from the hidden trenches, and they looked at the magic signals that were moving slowly through the sky, and their mouths let out ugly invectives with extreme impatience, and at the same time, they quickly began to cast spells, so that several extremely concealed magic arrows that could almost merge with the dim light of the morning shot into the sky, and quickly hit the target.

They are not alone in this task.

In several other hidden outposts, there are also spellcasters performing similar tasks.

This kind of work is boring and boring.

They couldn't figure out the meaning of the magical signals released by the Dawn Society—they appeared every day, sometimes many times a day.

Naturally, these magic signals should always be accompanied by large-scale attacks and artillery bombardments, or at least should be used to deliver specific messages, but the Dawn Society's forces used them very haphazardly, sometimes even giving the impression that they were messing around.

The two Black Sun Mages in the trenches looked up at the sky, and after confirming that the few lights they had considered their targets had disintegrated and dissipated, they lowered their gaze in boredom, and one of them yawned, "Alright, I'm going to go back and sleep for a while...... Let the soldiers keep an eye on us, they don't have much to do anyway. ”

The other nodded, then pulled out a crumpled cigarette box from his coat and invited his companion: "Well, yes, can I have a cigarette?"

The mage, who had been yawning before, suddenly came to his senses when he heard this, and he turned his head, his eyes full of surprise: "Cigarettes? Where did you get that? ”

"Didn't we catch a spy the other day? I remember being a Wattle who ended up being dragged to the Psi for interrogation...... Oh, the credit belongs to them, and the smoke naturally belongs to me. ”

As they spoke, the two of them had already lit cigarettes by trick and began to swallow the smoke in the trenches with them in their mouths.

The cigarettes were already a little damp, but the Wattle soldiers' cigarettes were always of good quality, so the two mages of the Association were soon immersed in the peace that tobacco brings, and one of them pressed his palm to his Black Sun emblem, his eyes narrowed slightly, and began to pray silently to the ancient gods he believed in.

The brief prayer was soon over, and the Formation Master opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke that had been muffled in his body.

At this moment, a soldier came from the other end of the trench, this was a thin young man with slight frostbite marks on his face - this guy was of mixed Votel and Saint-Stihl blood, so he had black hair.

The young soldier winced as he looked at the two mages who were smoking, then climbed to the edge of the trench, carefully surveyed the vicinity, and after making sure there was no problem, he slipped out cautiously.

It was clear that he was going to find a place to solve his physiological problems.

"Hey, if this guy dares to and pee next to us, I'll definitely let him eat what he excreted as it is!"

The member of the association with the cigarette case sneered contemptuously, then turned his head and asked, "By the way, when do you think those guys will attack?" ”

"Dawn Society, you say? I think they're going to keep putting it off. ”

The mage, who had just finished praying, shook his head: "They are neither the army of a certain country, nor are they a particularly influential orthodox association, it may be okay to engage in infiltration and harassment, but large-scale attacks, do they have the ability?" ”

"I've heard that the St. Steeles in the Dawn Society are shouting for the 'liberation' of their homeland."

"A bunch of idiots, shouting this and that every day, although their voices are not small, they can't do anything other than be able to make a dozen magic signals."

The two Black Sun Mages were disdainful of the enemy they were facing, and one of them laughed and said, "Heh, these guys really think of themselves as 'Shug Ernst'?" They are but a bunch of cowards without guts, not only cowardly, but also stupid enough to let me say that the ideas and ideas they put forward are more erratic than the beliefs of the false gods! ”

"Well, if I can catch a few living Dawn Societyists, I'm going to tie them up to the lab table and see what's wrong with their brains...... Maybe it will suit the tastes of some great dependents! ”

"That's how it should be, that's how it should be, haha."

Amid the laughter and scolding of the two, the cigarette finally burned out, and the young soldier who had run to relieve himself outside the trench returned to the trench at this time.

The Formation Mage, who had said that he was going back to sleep and rest, immediately raised his hand and beckoned to the cowardly young man of mixed race, and when he got closer, he commanded, "Soldier, listen...... We're going to rest for a while, and you and the others keep an eye on the neighborhood, and if anything happens, they'll sound the magic alarm, understand? ”

The young soldier seemed a little dazed, and he nodded: "Ming...... I see. ”

"Louder! How can we trust you so quietly? ”

Facing the scolding of the mages, the young soldier was excited, he quickly stood up straight and raised his voice: "Yes, I understand!" ”

Seeing this, the two mages nodded in satisfaction, and then they turned around and walked towards the makeshift room in the depths of the trench, where they had set up several magical rituals to keep warm, and although the overall conditions were still very difficult and rudimentary, they were much more comfortable to rest than the ordinary soldiers.

However, they had barely taken two steps when a slight strange noise was heard, and immediately after, two silver orbs the size of stones suddenly rolled from behind.

Before the two of them could react, the two silver orbs suddenly cracked open in the small trench, and the two thick silver mist quickly spread and merged, completely enveloping the figures of the two Black Sun Mages.

One of the two mages, a former member of Merlinle and the Dharma, knew all too well about the strange silver mist, but before he could utter the dangerous word "strangling silver", a figure swooped down from behind him.

In the midst of the chaos, an incomparably sharp silver dagger stabbed from an extremely tricky angle, and with a few blows, forcibly tore the protective ritual covering the mage's body.

It was none other than the young soldier who had been submissive before.

Only now, this thin young man seemed to be a different person, his face with frostbite marks was resolute and ruthless, and with his extremely skilled fighting skills, he smashed the Black Sun Association mage to the side of the trench, and the special slender demon strangulation silver dagger in his hand quickly wiped on the opponent's neck, and immediately created a dazzling blood-colored mark.

At this time, the mage who was walking in front finally reacted, he rushed forward a few steps, barely rushing out of the cloud of demonic silver mist that interfered with the magic, he couldn't wait for his state to completely calm down, so he immediately tore off a page imprinted with lost magic, and poured his still disordered mana into it.

However, the young soldier who was the attacker reacted one step faster, and with a slam of his hand, he threw the blood-stained silver dagger directly, and the blade, which had a natural restraint and interference effect on magic power, slammed into the opponent's protective ritual, causing a violent concussive ripple.

Although this throw failed to hurt the opponent's body, it still had a somewhat deterrent effect on the operation of the magic after all.

During this short but precious interval, an old-fashioned crystallized gun was already in the hands of the young soldier, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger on his target, firing the specially reloaded bullet that had been preloaded.

The sound of the old-fashioned crystallized guns should have been extremely loud, but the hidden patterns that were secretly imprinted on the barrel of the gun came into play at this moment, turning the originally deafening sound into a muffled sound.

Specially developed by the Vann Magical Society and provided to members of special organizations such as the Sword Retreat and the Sword of Dawn, this special bullet made from a mixture of a high concentration of smothering silver powder and a small amount of magic crystals is intended to be used by special operators and snipers alike.

They are dangerous ideas taken out of the concept of "mage shooters" within the Waterl army, and are expensive consumables designed to snipe and assassinate the spellcasters of the Black Sun Society.

By the time the soldier pulled the trigger, the ancient pattern of the magic page had begun to work.

The deadly and cold black shadows and sharp arthropods peeked out of the pattern in the center of the page, threatening to pierce the young soldier's body, but with the arrival of the bullet, the structure of these black magical shadows was extremely disturbed, so the silver bullet successfully passed through these terrible barriers, tearing through the magical pages that were the cornerstone of them, and then piercing the body standing behind it.

In the humid, cold morning air, there was an extra smell of blood.

Smelling the scent, the young soldier who had just accomplished his goal became refreshed, and he took two steps forward, groping around the two Black Sun Mages who could have easily killed him.

Soon, he took out all the guns, spellbooks, crystallization mines, and other items.

The sound of footsteps was heard on the other side of the trench, and the young man immediately got up and pointed his gun in the direction from which the sound came.

"It's me, Richard! Don't shoot, it's me! ”

Hearing the other party's shout, the young man known as Richard was slightly relieved, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but he couldn't put down the weapon in his hand, but kept aiming until the other party completely appeared in his field of vision.

There were more than a dozen people in the trenches, and in addition to a few familiar faces inside the Sword of Dawn, there were nearly ten soldiers who looked a little panicked, all of them were soldiers of the Kingdom of St. Steele in this stronghold.

After nearly ten days of repeated contact, these soldiers, who had long been dissatisfied with the Black Sun Society, finally chose to cooperate with the Dawn Society.

After confirming that it was his comrade-in-arms who came here, Richard lowered the muzzle of his gun, and he nodded at the other party: "This side has been resolved...... What about other goals? ”

"It's pretty much the same, but there are two places where there may have been an accident, I just heard a fierce exchange of fire from the southeast, and the situation may not be good."

Hearing this, Richard frowned.

The young agent, who had studied with Xiuge for a while, had now become extremely decisive, and after a moment of thought, he made up his mind and said to his comrades: "If most of the objectives have been achieved, then follow the original plan, be ready to respond, and let the soldiers remove the crystallized bombs and hidden barricades against the vehicles, and send the signal of attack!" ”

Then, about twenty minutes later, another magic signal flew high into the sky.

It looks like a generic signal used within the Black Sun Society, except that the pattern it forms in the sky is noticeably distorted - it's not uncommon for the caster to maintain an accurate pattern if something goes wrong or interferes with the signal.

As if trying to correct one's own mistake, the distorted magic pattern was quickly removed and replaced with another generic sign with the detailed meaning of "Suspected target found and cleared." ”

Richard was standing in the trench with a cigarette in his mouth and some blood stains on it.

It was from the enemy he had slain, and the smell of cigarettes inside the Wattle army was indeed good, which made him extremely satisfied after lurking in the enemy stronghold for some time.

In the rising smoke, a muffled sound could be heard in the distance.

Immediately afterward, the trajectory of crystalline cannonballs, symbolizing judgment, streaked across the sky, tearing through the silence of the morning and rushing enthusiastically towards their respective targets.

Soon, with a violent roar, a dazzling magical explosion of light erupted on the land, and the thawing plain seemed to become a piece of meat jelly covered with hoarfrost, trembling in the dim skylight, and then, those magic signals that had been recalled many times before appeared in the sky again, yellow, green, and blinding red......

Lights like this make for a strange picture, and the slender trees that stand on the plains and hills leave their dry shadows in their light.

They had the privilege of being witnesses to this battle.

(End of chapter)