The manipulator's forcibly reinstated core drove the light armored vehicle, causing it to gallop at a much faster speed than usual, roaring as it charged the mages who were pressing forward.

The dial on the control panel shook like crazy, obviously this armored car has lost control, even if the person driving it wants to stop it now, I'm afraid it won't be as easy as it was then, maybe it will make this car completely scrapped.

Curt looked at the driver's face—a look of resignation—and it seemed that he had given up control of the car, intending to let it go.

Watching the out-of-control armored vehicles rush towards them, the mages who radiated magic power around them also showed more or less surprised expressions on their faces. Maybe even they didn't expect that these people, who had no way to escape, would actually give it a go and launch a counterattack at the risk of car destruction and death.

However, the expression of surprise only appeared for a moment, and they were not afraid that this piece of metal that was dozens or even hundreds of times heavier than their own body rushed towards them. The "iron spear" in his hand vibrated slightly in the air, and the crimson magic power gathered during their lifetime, depicting layer after layer of network.

Seemingly like spider webs, the anomalous magic trembled slightly in the wind and rain, as if the "chaotic bloodlines" flooded with rain were strengthening their power. In the blink of an eye, the otherwise dim gaseous magic shimmered like a metallic sheen, showing off its strength to the attacker.

Although there was no working Rubik's Cube in sight from the direction they were, the unpleasant magic proved to be a spell. Lizzie had never seen any of these magical formations constructed, but from what was known. This may be some kind of shield against frontal onslaught.

The strength of this "spider web" is about the same as the wall that broke through before, but it is slightly inferior to the reinforced concrete fortress on the battlefield. It's not a hard shield, though. But the mana that had accumulated in them alone was enough to stop most of what was coming straight at them.

The sorcerers who served under Sain Democlave undoubtedly trusted their power - a category unlike all previous schools of magic, though rather unstable. The technology is also imperfect, but it represents a completely new possibility.

This "possibility" is an excellent bait for many sorcerers to join the Sain Democlave, and the vast majority of them have been consumed by the bloodshed. Having said that, the mere fact that they weren't swallowed up by these unstable "bloodlines" might be enough to be proud of the group of mages in front of them.

Sain Democra's research was correct, that a small sacrifice was only a necessary means, and that he was the chosen one, and that he had to serve him - the idea that the demise of the sorcerers who had lost their bodies was deeply planted in their hearts and made them more loyal to the mad sorcerer.

Using this dangerous power can be addictive. His power is so powerful that it can even give people the illusion that they have surpassed humans. Indeed, they may be beyond humans in a certain way, but this also makes them say goodbye to their "human" identity.

Just as Curt and Lizzie can't easily assert whether "something" is a blessing or a curse on their bodies, they may not know what happened to them. They may feel that they have become different from what they used to be, but it is as if the drunken feeling makes them stop thinking.

"Don't these guys know what they're afraid of?"

Looking at the fearless mages, Curt couldn't help but say, "This thing is an armored car running at full speed, and even if it is protected by magic, it will be immobilized by the force of the rebound." Needless to say, normal people see such a behemoth rushing towards them. I guess it will be shaken a little. ”

Even if it was him, he would never choose to collide with this kind of thing head-on when faced with such a situation, after all, it was not a pleasant feeling to be crushed to pieces. But these sorcerers were not afraid of the oncoming threat, as if none of these things were worth mentioning in the face of their spells.

They don't care about their lives. And the group sitting in the armored car could not care about their lives - they could no longer control the movement of the armored vehicle. The beast of steel roared and rushed at the sorcerers, about to crash into the webs they had weaved.

Bang - Crackle!

It's too late, that's fast, just when the armored vehicle is about to crash into the enemy's spell. A few bluish-white arcs suddenly flashed in the air around him. They streaked through the dim air with a loud roar. It then flowed all over the metal surface of the armored vehicle, converging directly in front of it.

Only a few sounds were heard as if a whip was slashing through the air. A blinding light suddenly bloomed in the space in front of the light armored vehicle, which was nothing. In a brilliance that almost makes people lose their vision, the current around the body of the Mercedes is quickly constructed into a geometric structure like ice crystals.

One only needs to see this terrifyingly large magical power to see that this is a fairly large shield. It is not at all the same level as the enhancement effect created by the mages before, and in normal times, only important personnel may be able to enjoy the protection of this kind of process.

Bang!

In an instant, the armored vehicle wrapped in the lightning slammed into the protection set up by the mages, and let out a deafening roar. In the ensuing storm, the whole body shook up and down uncontrollably, and the people sitting on it felt like their heads were going to crack.

By the time they came to their senses, the galloping car had stopped, leaving behind only a scrap of ashes that had been baked to ashes by the heat. The shield that had wrapped around the body had faded, except for the wheels that still stained a lot of tiny red that couldn't tell what it was.

It seemed that the car had been running for a while at the intersection that had been plowed to the ground, crashing into everything that came in its sight. Whether it was the flesh and blood that poured in or the enemy mages who stood in the way, it seemed that they were all burned to ashes by the retina-burning thunder, and there was not even a bit of residue left.

The distant enemies who were aiming at them with their mechanics didn't react to anything, and watched as their companions were swept into the light and crushed to pieces by the galloping armored vehicles. Soon, even they themselves were killed - the air around them seemed to have abandoned the guys, and they couldn't breathe, and before they could struggle a few times, they fell to the ground like broken dolls.

Looking out of the portholes of armored vehicles, the crossroads, occupied by the enemy, were simply like a catastrophe, and everywhere there were traces of bombardment by spells. It was as if a storm had swept away from them when they had been robbed of their sight by the flash, and all that was left was the ruined ruins.

However, after messing around for a long time, the core of the armored car was also scrapped, and the uncomfortable smell of burnt paste could be smelled even in the rear compartment. The armor plate in the outer shell also took on a burnt color, and Curt dared to say that if someone struck it hard now, they would definitely be able to knock a hole in it.

Perhaps due to the sudden storm, there were fewer raindrops falling in the sky, and the strange blood red seemed to have become a little lighter. However, the thick blood-colored clouds still covered the sky, and the sun's light could not reach the ground.

In the theory of the Elemental School, the spell of electricity belongs to the category of "air", and the storm cannot be separated from the concept of air and wind. Although no one can be picked, Curt thinks that what happened before is definitely not an accident, and it is more likely that Cruise François took some countermeasures in the Silver Tower. In fact, at such a distance, he was probably the only one in the entire city of Catrice who could manipulate the magic in the air.

However, he has yet to make contact with them, and the enemy's intelligence blockade is perfect to make them dumb and deaf with the help of long-range magic to maintain communications. But the fact that Dean François was able to help them from afar showed that they had not completely lost touch with each other.

"Hey, look what that thing is!" Suddenly, a sharp-eyed sorcerer pointed to the ground that had been run over by an armored car, as if he was afraid that someone would not be looking in the direction he had instructed, "Look, is that red shadow slowly turning into a human form?"

It sounded alarmist, but when Kirt looked at it, he was sure that the sorcerer wasn't unnecessarily worried, because the blood was indeed churning.

The original horrific scene was played out in front of everyone again, and the enemy who had already been slain absorbed the mutilated fragments around him and transformed himself into a strange appearance. In a moment, the freshly crushed sorcerers rose from the pool of blood on the ground, covered in writhing flesh.

Like the walking dead, they moved their bodies that had not fully recovered to the armored vehicle, which could no longer move, and their eyes gleamed like ghostly fire. They are no longer humans, and may soon follow in the footsteps of the mercenaries they used to be.

"Squeak, squeak-hey, squeak-hey!"

At that moment, the communicator installed next to the control panel made a noisy noise, and it seemed that someone on the other side was talking to the same device: "This is the stronghold of Squeak Quack Square-stab! We're attacked! Snap for help! Repeat"

The voice on the other side was muffled, but it was barely possible to make out what the speaker was trying to say: the stronghold in the central square was under attack by the enemy, and they were calling for reinforcements. Judging from the tone of the other party, the situation is very bad, and it is possible that their defense line is about to be broken by the enemy.

However, even if the people in the car want to rush to the rescue, they can only say that they can't help - they can't protect themselves, how can they help others? (To be continued......