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Manna also came to help, and the two of them supported the old man together, becoming the last people to cross the side of the ship. Hum pulled back the plank and slashed the last cable with his knife. Siegel lowered the old man to the deck, then went to the bow mast to untie the rope and unfurl the sails.

The sails that carried the hopes of all were white and beautiful, stretched out under the encouragement of the night wind, like the flag of victory making a "pop pop" trembling sound. Then a soft creaking sound was heard from the submast, and then the galleys shook slightly, cut a gap in the black water, and began to move slowly.

The raven, pretending to be dead, returns to the skies and acts as a navigator. In order to see farther and clearer, Siegel casts a dark vision spell. Unlike cities, the same light is more difficult to observe, especially the reefs and shoals hidden beneath the surface. The ravens flew low and circled near the bow until they found a waterway that led to the vast ocean.

Siegel reorients the sails, roughly aligning the bow with the fairway, and then secures the rope that controls the jib. He still has a task to complete. The mage walked to the side of the ship in two steps, took out the fire ring, put it on his left index finger, and pointed it at the shipyard not far away to chant the incantation. Three firebirds emerged from between, screaming joyfully across the boundary between land and water, and flew towards the shore. Siegel then stared at the Ring of Fire and used the summoning spell again, but this time he decided to invoke the most powerful power of the Fire Elemental he could withstand. It was difficult to do this on the surface of the sea, but the artifacts designed for the fire elemental to communicate helped him stabilize this spiritual connection, and the firebird he had just summoned gave the mage the confidence to cast a more powerful version of the spell. The three firebirds seemed to sense. U-turn and come back. hovering over the side of the ship.

A white light emerged from the void. It's like compressing the sun's rays into a single point, which is smaller but more dazzling. The white light instantly illuminated the entire side of the ship, and everyone on the deck covered their eyes with their hands, and many people welled up with tears in their eyes. Siegel didn't feel the slightest discomfort, only felt that the mana was abundant, and the ecstasy brought by magic was getting higher and higher. The incantation grew louder and louder, and at last it resembled the roar of a great wave. It was like thunder echoing in the air. The white light diffused into a ball of flame, which then swallowed the three firebirds again, and then the color began to darken. From white to pale gold, from orange to red, and finally deep purple to black. Neither slaves nor gladiators were stunned by the black flames that burned in midair on the side of the ship. Although they did not feel a trace of heat from this black fire, the deepest part of their souls knew very well that anything that approached the flames without protection would be burned into shadows, and not even the residue would be left.

As the spell reached its climax, the black flames began to shape, and it grew a pointed beak, wings, and a tail with five long feathers. It's a black firebird. But Siegel suddenly realized in his heart that the name of this firebird was the black phoenix.

There is no need for a mage to order at all. The black phoenix went straight to the shipyard. It spat out red flames and set the wooden dock on fire, in the same manner as Baron, a raven. 'Maybe this is the bigger version of the pet,' Siegel thought calmly, holding his hands on the side of the ship. It was a good thing that the spell had a much better effect than expected, but it quickly calmed down Siegel, who was still in the excitement of magic. Throwing away the influence of the flame artifact, the mage objectively calculated the limits of his ability to control the elements, and found that it was simply not enough to support the summons of this energy level. There are things that interfere with fate again, and he secretly helps Siegel in various ways.

He was now more and more convinced of this: that what was happening around him was not normal. It's a gut feeling that even Siegel himself can't explain. His prayers to God were never answered, but he always came true of danger. He felt that the trajectory of his progress had already been drawn by an invisible pen, escorting him all the way. But it was terrible, for on the one hand, he was well aware of the importance of victory and survival, and on the other hand, he felt guilty about not getting it for nothing. What worried him even more was that he couldn't imagine what the end of the prescribed route would be. Is it a glorious victory, or a miserable defeat, and if he can't be freed from fate, what power does he have to stop him from sliding into a defeat that may not be changed?

"I hope that the god of fate will hear my doubts and show me the way to freedom. Siegel prayed. After that, he thought for a moment and revised the prayer: "The gods of the original world, whether new or old, can hear my prayers and answer my doubts. ”

Just as he had finished praying with his hands folded, a change occurred in the makabda. From the center of the city, a pillar of pink light, a thickness of ten meters, shot straight into the sky, pierced into the dark night, and then slowly spread from the top in all directions. The barrier over the city had become very unstable, and the fluctuations of detected magic were more chaotic than the turbulence in a tornado, and Siegel could almost hear them yelling hysterically. It's clear that the pink light is eroding the city's magical enchantments and rewriting the role of the formation with its own rules.

At the same time, Siegel discovers that the purgatory mycelium lurking in the dock's timber is like hearing the horn of a charge, and is multiplying wildly, shooting countless spores into the air. The red particles gathered into misty clusters that rose high into the air to join the pink light. Only in the direction of the two shipyards that were completely destroyed by Siegel, the number of spores was very small, and under the flames of the black phoenix, the vicinity of the dock was temporarily not occupied by spores. Siegel thought of the purgatory mycelium effect that the alchemist said, for fear that the crew would become the living dead without ** and feelings, so he ordered Hei Feng to clean up the spore clouds around the galleys as much as possible to protect the safety of the ship.

Although some are disgusted with the secret help of fate, it is even more confusing to save and discard.

Bursts of intense magical fluctuations came from near the base point of the pillar of light, distinguishing the characteristics of schools such as elemental spells, necromancy, and spell summoning. At the same time, he could also feel that the divine power of the witch sacrifice was fighting against those magic, and the two were entangled with each other, and there was no difference between victory and defeat. But the pillar of light persists, and constantly expands the positions under its control. Siegel noticed that in the middle of the zenith, a pink shroud was gradually forming, slowly expanding downward, as if to be closed.

Spells strengthened with purgatory's things obviously do not have the nature of goodness and peace, and a sense of fear of threat grows. Siegel noticed that many animals jumped into the water and swam away from the city, even in the face of the incoming waves. Among them, there are not only cats and dogs, but also a large number of mice, and the black pressure forms a piece. Some tried to climb into the boat, but the hard hull crushed them.

In fact, it was the birds that chose to leave earlier than these animals, but the purgatory mycelium in the air made their escape fail. After inhaling a certain number of spores, the bird loses its sense of direction, staggers to the ground, and then walks in the direction of the pillar of light with strange steps. Siegel began to wonder if the thing causing this strange effect was really called "Infernal Mycelium", or if it was some new technology that Knox would have worked on?

As the pink color continues to expand, an otherworldly aura gradually spreads, and the first anomaly that appears is the faint gray volcanic ash in the air, which will turn into dust when you rub it with your hands, and then it will drip dark red raindrops from the sky, and only when it falls to the ground will you find that it is lava. But in an instant, the weather changed, like a palm-sized snowflake falling down, even if it fell to the ground, it would not be damaged, let alone melt. It wasn't until purple-red acid rain fell from the sky that these anomalous creations were slowly destroyed.

If there was another volcano, and there were more sulphur-smelling Yogros demons, it would be no different from Scorching Hell. Siegel just wanted to get out of this place of right and wrong quickly, so he took charge of the sails himself and tried to make the most of every piece of wind. At the same time, he asks Hum and Manna to go to the lower deck and urge the fugitives to learn how to paddle.

"You have to start paddling right away, spell visions are already starting to interfere with the wind here, and it's too slow to use the sails. Siegel shouted into the cabin, "There's no time, hurry up and paddle for your life!"

There were twenty paddles on each side of the boat, and Siegel watched as they stretched out one after the other, staggering into the water. The hull of the ship slowed down a lot, and the whole ship felt it. Without a unified command, the oars will only be damaged in collisions with each other, and at the same time, it will have the opposite effect of slowing down. The mage thought of this, and he took one last look at the direction of the wind, tied the jib with ropes at a fixed angle, and then left the raven on the mast and went to the cabin himself.

It's a mess of novice paddlers, blaming each other and thinking it's someone else's mistake. Hum Ke is not good at words, and Manna has no authority among them, so she can't control the situation at all. Seeing this, the mage yelled, "Shut up!" and a thunderous voice vibrated back and forth in the cabin. When the fugitives saw Siegel, they all shut their mouths, they didn't want to be caught by the giant squid, torn in half like a piece of paper.

"Follow the instructions and everyone will be able to escape. "Siegel's voice is clear and bright, reaching everyone's ears with precision. He waved his wand to create an illusion of an oarsman in mid-air, making sure everyone could see it. The illusion demonstrates the initial position of the oars, and then begins to rhythmically pluck the oars to make the correct rowing position.

It's a lot more than just mouthing, and it also ensures a consistent rhythm. At Siegel's orders, everyone imitated the illusion's movements, keeping pace with it as much as possible. Even if there were still some bumps, the boat finally began to accelerate.

Seeing that the situation in the paddling room was on track, Siegel arranged for the orc Huck to try to master the essentials of paddling and began to take charge of managing these people. "I'll leave the illusion here, estimating that an hour of sustaining time is enough for a large ship to stay away from the coast. Siegel said, "Now I'm going to take the helm, and something will come back to me." ”

(My wife instructed that it would be put on the shelves today and four chapters would be sent, so someone did it) (to be continued......)