Boom -

There was a heavy, dull sound, as if the bronze bell on the church bell tower had hit the ground, and the cold cement slab cracked several times with another roar that shook the building.

Lizzie's body shot at the enemy as if it were a cannonball, and the leather boots inserted into the iron plate kicked the flesh-and-blood monster. The array of ancient characters, which had originally only condensed into three circles, was projected onto its body at once, and it spun around at high speed.

They seemed to expand several times as soon as they hit, and the ancient characters that were tightly packed on the rings also emitted a pale glow. It was a text that described the impact of the force, and occasionally words were inserted to express sound and air, and under their effect, the sealed space was also insufficient to vibrate.

In the blink of an eye, ripples rippled in the turbulent air, and they gradually accumulated into waves that shook the world. The quivering air distorted the light, and the mess of the conference room turned into the end of the world in the blink of an eye.

"Whew-whew-"

The flesh monster squirmed, apparently trying to use its bloated body to resist Lizzie's spells. However, the Rubik's Cube that pressed on it gradually increased the pressure, and the more it pushed back, the stronger the force fed back to its body, and it was desperately suppressed to the ground.

The monster's body was made of a large amount of human flesh and blood, and it may have consumed even a fragment of the victim's soul as food. It is precisely because of this that when Lizzie is close to it, she is disturbed by residual thoughts and feels unacceptably nauseous.

Lizzie is still infused with magic. When she smashed into this monster, she clearly felt the disgust of the two people in her body surging up again. In order to leave this feeling completely behind. Lizzie transformed it into malice and sent it out of her body through spells.

Click, click, click

The sound of buildings cracking is becoming more and more frequent. At first, it was just a small murmur, but after a few seconds, it became a reverberation. And now, the accumulated pressure has caused the magic walls that sealed the space to crack, and the harsh grinding sound echoes in the conference room.

Eventually, even the ground cracked, and not only the buildings, but even the defensive spells that supported the space could not withstand the power of Lizzie. The pale magic flowed like a carnival, responding to Lizzie's malice, spreading the primordial destruction** to a corner.

Under the influence of gravity. The crumbling cement slab made a muffled cracking sound before falling towards the cracked cavity below. Scattered stones kept cutting through Lizzie's side, and she wanted to repeat her old trick and use her magic to hang herself on the ceiling, but she found that the cracked spell barrier blocked the extension of the "rope", and before she could put it on the wall, her body fell to the lower level along with the massive pieces of flesh.

The falling debris kicked up a puff of smoke and dust on the ground, which then covered the entire space under the shockwave that spread in all directions. At the same time, the bloated mass of flesh received another heavy blow, and immediately burst out with bursts of blood. The black floor was dyed a bright red.

Lizzie suddenly heard a young man's voice shouting, "Hey, none of you are hurt, are you?

Although it was not clear to see, there seemed to be quite a few people around, who were in a panic because of the heavy object that suddenly fell from the upper floor. Hear from the cacophony of sounds. It seemed to be the staff of the town hall, and the sound of metal colliding could be faintly heard.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, there's dust everywhere, ah, it's okay! "It didn't take long. On the right-hand side, a familiar woman's voice said, "Hey." Don't get too close, just hide behind cover. Watch out for the debris that falls from above!"

They had noticed a strange concussion overhead, and had gathered here a while ago - but they had never expected the top of their heads to suddenly crack open, and a large pile of unknown objects falling in front of them with a roar like an earthquake.

Crimson magic poured into the space below like a waterfall, and even the dust raised was stained with a dull red sheen. Along with these heterogeneous magical powers, the stench of rotting blood seeped into the nearby air, and the sound of someone retching could be faintly heard.

"Phew, I thought there would be fresh air here, but it turned out to be so disgusting. Lizzie held her head in her hands and said groggily, "Damn, damn it's 120,000 times the damn one, if I catch that guy, I have to"

Still dizzy from the chaotic magic and residual thoughts, Liqi barely managed to steady her body, and he didn't seem to notice the others' existence. The girl breathed greedily in the air, but choked on her nose by the dust scattered everywhere, and coughed in a low voice.

The scattered dust gradually dissipated, and the figures that had been hidden behind the dust gradually revealed their true faces, and of course they also saw the face of the falling object. They all looked at the still twitching pieces of flesh, almost all of them looking disgusted.

Standing near the young man's voice were several men in civil servants' uniforms, their heads covered in dust, and they had clearly been in trouble. If you look closely, the stocky man who was in charge of receiving Lizzie was also there, and he placed the silver box on a trolley and hid his entire body behind the box.

On the other side, several heavily armed people gathered around a woman, with sword star coats of different materials pinned to their chests, all of whom were obviously mercenaries. As for the woman who gave the orders, it was naturally the eldest sister, and she was looking at Lizzie with a slightly surprised look.

In the dimly lit hall, Lizzie's cheeks and some parts of her body shimmered with a dark red aura, which was caused by the crystallization of her flesh caused by being in a high-concentration magical environment for a long time. For humans, this is an irreversible disease - yet the aura on Lizzie's body vanished from her body at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by a blood-red anomalous magic that spread all around.

The eldest sister had apparently noticed the changes in her body, and with her ability as a scrivener, she might have guessed what those auras were at the same time. Although she didn't say anything now, Lizzie could still see the deep confusion in the eyes of the eldest sister.

Lizzie promises that if given time, she will be able to come up with at least ten plausible enough answers to explain why she is here, and what the lump of flesh beneath her is. Now, however, none of them would be interested in knowing.

It's been a while since I've seen her, and there's obvious tiredness on her face that used to be full of vitality. However, now was not the time to explain the cause and effect to the eldest sister, because Lizzie could clearly feel the lump of flesh moving beneath her again.

Lizzie then turned a blind eye to the sorcerers gathered around her, seemingly using them as background. The monster she had trampled under her was still slowly wriggling, but even the "chaos" in its body could not make it recover immediately after receiving a blow that was enough to shatter the city gates.

The dizzy Liqi shook her head, not caring about the people nearby, but a little fierce light suddenly flashed in her godless eyes. When it was too late, she lifted her still slightly spiritual walk up, and then stabbed the pink piece of flesh as fast as she could.

Poof!

Lizzie's hand penetrated into the soft muscles, and the aura condensed on it suddenly became several times longer, like a spear piercing through the wriggling flesh, and the diffuse magic destroyed its body from within. Suddenly, the gathered pieces of flesh revealed several cracks, and dead blood splattered everywhere.

A ray of red light shone through the gap on Lizzie's body, making her feel as if she was covered in blood. The bloated mass of flesh had finally fallen silent after being pierced by Lizzie's magic, but the people around her were looking at Lizzie with the gaze of a monster staring into the night.

Humans are afraid of the night, and the darkness that is difficult to see through will make them tremble with fear in their hearts, and as a representative of the opposite, the sun often becomes a symbol of darkness. But in this blood-red world, the rising sun is like a dying sunset, and the weak brilliance can hardly bear hope.

And the mages in front of them were obviously even more nervous, and they were afraid that they had surpassed their knowledge of forcibly piecing together an ugly monster with flesh and bones. Obviously, they were deeply terrified of the flesh monster in front of them that was trampled under the girl.

The mages were on the alert, perhaps they had heard a lot from the mouths of the survivors, but that didn't seem to help much to resolve the situation. Whether it's a huge piece of flesh falling from the sky, or a girl covered in red, it's not a store that can make them calm down.

"What's the matter, why are so many people gathered here for the sole purpose of this?" Just as the air was so tight that it almost broke off, a rough voice suddenly came from a distance, "Or were you also called by Dean Cruise François?"

The crowd turned to see that the man who spoke was none other than Grossted, the second officer of the garrison, who was carrying a bulging canvas bag in the direction of the group. Curt, who was walking beside him, was also carrying a box more than half a person high, and waved his hand at Liqi easily.

Judging by their expressions, it didn't seem surprising that something was going on here—rather, they were prepared to come. (To be continued......)