The heavy rain continued, but the thunder had faded away, and only a few twisted lines of lightning could be seen serpentine across the sky near the clouds in the distant sky.

"Looks like we're still a step too late. ”

In the pouring rain, the girl stood still with her umbrella in her hand, and said helplessly, "The remnants of the True Eye have broken through this line of defense, so it won't be long before they get under the wall of light—but I don't understand why the treatment here is so much worse than that of the gate." ”

Although she took out her glasses-shaped magic machine, she didn't put it on her face, nor did she use her hearing to drive any Rubik's Cube. She just held it in her hand, and as if adjusting its state, she kept letting a small amount of magic seep into the metal frame.

Although her tone of voice didn't sound like much emotion, there seemed to be a look of disbelief in her eyes. The few sorcerers standing beside her, as if frightened by the sight before her, stood with surprise on their faces.

Now that everything was over, there were only two "men" standing near the checkpoint set up by the academy personnel in front of them, and the two stood side by side, and did not say a word. They had been on the lookout for possible threats around them, but they barely reassured themselves when they saw the vehicle carrying the group approaching - they apparently recognized the emblem that belonged to the Catrice Academy.

However, the sorcerers who arrived knew very well that the two people waiting near the checkpoint could not be called "human", and the mere qualities they possessed made people shy away.

One of them was a strong man almost three meters tall, wrapped in a rain-soaked cloth robe. He's not just tall. In addition to the thick chest like a rock and the broad shoulders like a rock, there are also thick arms like steel.

He is the white Gulnius Calrota. At this moment, he was bowing his head slightly, and his mouth with sharp fangs was closed. Even his always calm posture was stirring with a terrifying aura. The rain trickled down his wonderfully embroidered robes, leaving circles of water on the ground.

Maybe it's because the hair on his body is stained with water, and his body looks a lot bigger than usual, especially the thick long hair, which looks like the mane of a beast. No, not just the hair, the hair on his whole body was quite heavy, especially from the sideburns to the eyebrows, which looked as coarse as the bristles of a beast, and all of them were white without exception.

What's more, he was wrapped in a heavy white robe. As a result, his whole body was covered with animal hair, and to put it mildly, he looked like a beast in human form.

The woman standing next to him was in stark contrast to him, whether it was a thin figure of less than 1.6 meters or a slightly delicate physique, she was extremely short compared to the white Gulnius. But the reason why she looks no less beautiful may be because the snake body coiled together gives people a more powerful sense of impact, which makes people really feel that she is a creature that is different from humans.

There is no doubt that she is Hermia, the Lamia snake race, and the crimson snake body seems to be a symbol of her identity. Even in the heavy rain, the thick curtain will not detract from her sense of existence in the slightest. The rain that fell from the sky seemed to be afraid of the snake's existence, and involuntarily avoided her surroundings, so that the thin and almost transparent layer of clothing draped over her body showed no sign of water.

"Please don't look at us with such suspicion, after all, we have just arrived here. I don't know what's going on at this checkpoint. ”

As if feeling the gaze of the sorcerers around him, Hermia showed an embarrassed smile on his face: "We are not your enemies, this should be clear to the mercenary who came with you." In fact. We don't have any hostility, if you had to ask which side we were. I can guarantee that we're all your friends—right, Curt Leonst?"

Let's talk about it. Hermia and Calrota glanced at each other, shrugged their shoulders in unison, and at the same time gave Curt a wry smile. They all had some stains on them all over them more or less, especially Carl Rota, who looked like he had just gotten up from a pool of blood.

After Hermia finished speaking, she turned her gaze back to Curt and Lizzie, who were standing together—perhaps the magicians who were close to them. Then, as if she wanted to show her sincerity, she walked towards them unarmed, and on the way to the crowd, she deliberately chose a slightly farther path, apparently to avoid "stepping on" the object lying on the ground.

It would seem too impersonal to call them "objects," but Curt could not think of a more appropriate term to call them.

It was 2 p.m. and the location was at the intersection of Kumley Street, near Central Avenue in Catrice City, which connects to the front of Warehouse Street, commonly known as "Number Four" near the industrial area. At the feet of the Lamia snake species that slowly snakes are lying figures, which can be seen everywhere, and there are more than 30 of them in total.

The thirty-odd figures were all members of the Catrice Academy, mixed with several guards armed with distorted metal weapons. But there is hardly a human being who can be called human, and those that are absolutely incapable of being seen as humans, are at best a mass of fragmented pieces of flesh.

This is very different from what I have seen in the line of defense of the garrison, and the scene can only be described as a mess. Perhaps the guards I saw before were stunned, and most of them were just lying on their backs, foaming at the mouth and rolling their eyes, rather than the smell of blood as here.

"It was a one-sided slaughter. ”

The first to speak was the golden elf, who put his hands on his weapon and said in a heavy tone, "They were killed unsuspectingly, and they failed to even fight back - the enemy raided their lines and killed them all in an instant. ”

It was almost impossible for this to happen, dozens of trained sorcerers and guards armed with new equipment were annihilated by the enemy in the blink of an eye, and even if their enemies were the eyes of true sight that prided themselves on their combat spells, they could not be killed without the slightest resistance.

However, it happened that the guards were not only killed by the spell, but even the corpses were destroyed horribly, and none of them were left intact. And, as if to prevent these corpses from being resurrected as puppets by spiritism, their joints and brains were destroyed.

"Don't you think it's strange, if it's just to kill humans, there's no need to use this kind of Cheng dù's spell at all. The voice echoed heavily from under his stomach from the sturdy sturdy sorcerer, "Not only have these people been killed, but their corpses have been disposed of in the same way as the undead. ”

There was a slight suspicion on his rugged face, and his eyes showed a bit of alertness that did not match his muscular body. His gaze swept over the corpses lying on the ground, especially at their over-damaged heads.

Although the scene was disgusting, he had to look carefully to find clues to what had happened to the enemy. Red, white, and something like tofu were all mixed together, and it looked like someone had smashed the heads of these sorcerers with a war hammer.

To put it bluntly, it would have taken a lot of effort even for Curt to destroy the heads of such men—and it would have to use heavy weapons like warhammers. The remnants of the Eyes of Truth were hurrying to their destination at the moment, and there was no way they could have the leisure to destroy the corpses.

"How about thinking about it from a different perspective?" Lizzie greeted Hermia and Carlrota who came over with a blank face, and then turned to look at the leading mage, "It's not the remnants of the Eye of Truth that shattered the heads of these mages when they attacked, but they split into two groups, the first group killed the mages stationed here, and the other group destroyed the corpses into their current form. ”

The girl in black didn't care about the water droplets falling from the sky, and spread her hands as if she were performing. The short cloak that covered her body had long since been soaked with rain, and even her long hair and clear eyes were as black as night, like a crow with its feathers wet.

She didn't care about the bloody surroundings of the scene, instead staring at the fragmented flesh and wreckage with interest, as if she wanted to find something noteworthy in it. Curt inexplicably felt that if it weren't for the eyes of the people around her, she would have rushed up to examine the corpse.

Then, as if to explain her words, she said, "Because if all this tragedy were caused by magic, it would be so great that I would not even be able to open my mouth to see it—I am afraid that even dissecting a frog with a scalpel would not make such a smooth incision." ”

Indeed, as Lizzie said, the wounds left on the bodies were too neat, except for the violently smashed heads. Several pieces of their muscular heads had been delicately cut out of their skeletons, and even the internal organs had been squeezed out of their bodies by the men who had killed them.

They had been killed like fish, and the spells that were supposed to be able to return the color to the enemy didn't work as well as they should. Obviously, the remnants of the Eye of Truth could not have the leisure to treat the victim like this, and the person who did these things should not be Carl Rotta.

At least neither of them had knives on them that would have left them with a smooth wound, and more importantly, neither of them had the need to do so. (To be continued......)