If the crowd looked at Dean François with a relieved expression, the expression on Liggie's face when you saw Curt immediately behind him was too complicated to summarize.

The girl who was clearly engulfed in flames not long ago was not only standing here unscathed at this time, but also staring at those who dared to look at her with strange eyes with a stinky face. She obviously hated the way people looked at foreign objects, and if it weren't for the influence, she would have rushed up to beat them up a long time ago.

Although he repelled Sain Democra's incarnation, this was not the time to breathe, and even Lizzie would not mess around at such a time. She could sense that the atmosphere was rather eerie, and these people seemed to be afraid of something, even if Dean François was here.

The strangest person to react was Grossted, and the moment he saw Lizzie appear, he was stunned. When Lizzie, who was full of anger, and Curt, who frowned, saw them, the sturdy security officer couldn't help but have the illusion that what he had seen before was all illusions.

He was about to open his mouth to ask Curt questions, but was stopped by the fierce gaze of the other man, which would undoubtedly open a hole in the tense atmosphere and turn the finger at Dean François.

The flames erupting from Lizzie's body were the source of this little "episode", and the humanoid monster formed by the flames seemed to be targeting those who had escaped the chaos of the city. Had it not been for Curt and François who stopped it in time, there might have been a victim among them.

However, Lizzie, who was supposed to be the first victim, walked beside Curt as if nothing happened, which undoubtedly led them to suspect that what had happened before was just an illusion created by Dean François. Originally, it wasn't difficult for a mage to create some illusions. And the timing of Liqi's accident does seem a bit "coincidental".

However, the traces of the battle left in the central chamber are not fake, and some mages can trace the history of the battle from the magic in the air. The pitch-black ground and the obelisks that stand in every corner have not been destroyed. But the cracks on the walls that had been blasted by the magic still had scorch marks left by the flames.

The Rubik's Cube, embedded in the building, was not damaged during the battle, but instead worked at an incredible speed. The fragments of the moon rock on the central pedestal still emit a gentle shimmer. The rich magic seeped into the surrounding ruined structures like a liquid, repairing them bit by bit.

The number of Rubik's cubes connected to the central chamber can be measured in tens of thousands, and the layers of mana networks transport the magic emitted from the moon rock to the various parts of the academy. Lizzie couldn't even tell which part was left in the first place, because the superimposed structure was enough to dazzle one just by looking at it, and the ancient characters carved everywhere exuded a sense of existence that was hard to ignore.

Since the establishment of this tower by the "Silver Dragon King", each generation of college masters will leave the results of their research here. Whether it's the weaving of the Rubik's Cubes or the construction of defensive spells, any part of these alone is an enviable treasure, and the Central Room is simply a treasure mountain.

It is rare to have the opportunity to enter the treasure mountain, how can you return empty-handed? If you have the opportunity. Lizzie really wanted to spend as much time as possible in the central chamber studying the complex Rubik's Cubes. But now, she could only follow Curt and follow François to another place.

"Dean François, this is not right!"

For shortly after the few of them came out of the Central Chamber, a sorcerer hurried to report to Abbot François about the changes that had taken place in the city: "Over the center of the city, with the central square as the center, a dense red cloud appeared, from which our investigators detected a high density of magical reactions. A small group of unknown mages was also found in the outer part, trying to get close to the protective wall of the central plaza. ”

Catrice Academy is located at a distance from the city, so the sorcerers can only get in touch with each other through spells and radios. But also because of this. Each stronghold in the city is not isolated, and they are able to use tools to share intelligence and adjust the focus of their defenses in a timely manner.

However, the sorcerer's report was beyond what they could defend against, so François led the group to another nearby room. The situation is not encouraging. However, they now need to collate information and respond to specific situations.

Although I had more or less expected where the destination was, I had seen the whole room here. Everyone looked amazed. Many of them were sorcerers who had studied spells for many years, but they had never seen so many spell tools in their lifetimes.

Curt was quick to react. This was the room where François communicated to them through Aurodin's projection, the "stars" that adorned the dome shimmering with a dim light. Here is a completely different configuration from the central chamber. The only thing that is the same is that it is also full of magical brilliance that is like substance.

The walls are plastered with shimmering crystal mirrors, reflecting a myriad of dazzling and colorful reflections in the glow of magic. After a closer look at the images in them, it is quick to discern which of the lights and shadows are in essence - they are images from all over the city of Catrice.

Whether it's the slums of the old town or the modern buildings of the new town, even the blockaded central square is revealed to them through crystal mirrors. If this spell can be sustained for a long time, it will undoubtedly mean that every block is watched by an invisible eye, and the people who control this spell are undoubtedly Cruise François and the True Eyes who are completely under his control.

A question mark arose in the minds of everyone who saw these images: How much information had been obtained by François by this spell? Although they were eager to find out the answer to the question at once, no one took the initiative to ask him - since François had put these things on the table, he either had decisive information or did not care at all about their opposition.

And it was obviously inappropriate to raise the banner against the "winds of the twelve" now, and although they had some complaints against François, they still had to rely on his power to solve the trouble. Although they had expected the terrible situation in the city, it was only after seeing what was happening in Cartrice City that they had a clear idea of how bad the situation really was.

Red smoke rose from all over the city, and a red whirlpool swirled over the central square, as if a storm was brewing. That was what the sorcerer called the "dense clouds", and in the swirling clouds, there were still rolling thunderbolts that were entwined like snakes.

The red glow is like a carnival, obliquely shining in the central plaza surrounded by protective walls, interweaving a brilliant light that makes the eyes ache. The vast square was almost completely covered in black mud, and in the crimson light, it was faintly visible that the silhouette of a broken human figure was surging inside.

"Holy Lord, what are these things?"

The old man, who had wanted to seek the truth from Dean François, drew a holy emblem on his chest and prayed silently to the god he believed in: "Look at their appearance as human beings? ”

The old man's brows tightened, and the anger hidden in his brows became even more obvious when he saw a monster crawling out of the depths of the black mud that still had a slight human appearance. Originally, Curt hadn't paid attention, but it wasn't until this time that he discovered that the old man had a genuine round emblem pinned to his waist.

Several circles surround a twig-like pattern, which seems to be the symbol of some branch of the Holy Episcopal Sect - perhaps asking Lizzie will provide the answer. However, the girl beside him did not care about the old man who was praying to God, but looked at Dean François.

Not only them, but even the originally calm Dean François couldn't help but be stunned on the spot. The offensive and defensive battles in the city took a sharp turn for the worse in less than a moment, and the situation that was still holding each other suddenly began to turn against the side of the defenders, and several lines of defense had already been torn apart by the other side.

The reason for this is probably that the enemy has once again stepped up its attack, and the mud monsters pouring out from everywhere seem to be endlessly pouring into the defense line of the Dharma Guardians. And behind these monsters, which are constantly pouring in front of them like a tidal wave, are followed by a group of mages who are ready to throw deadly power at any moment.

Spells can be used to resist them, and monsters made of mud can be shot with guns loaded with magic bullets, but there are too many enemies. The sorcerers were cunning enough to hide in the shadows outside of range, only to emerge in between the attacks of the sludge monsters and attack the defensive lines.

"What's the matter, these guys seem to already know about our defenses?" François muttered thoughtfully, looking at the scene reflected in the crystal mirror, "And these mages, why are they in such a place at this time?"

The situation really turned out to be beyond the expectations of Cruise François, the enemy broke through the line so quickly that they always found the weak point of the defense to break through, as if they already knew the weakness of the defenders. And the mages who are now in the city are not only subordinate to him and Sain Democra, but also a small team that has come from nowhere and is quietly approaching the wall of the central square.

The old black robes look like the magic instruments used in ancient rituals, and the pattern of "blue eyes" that symbolizes their own camp. They were undoubtedly the remnants of the True Eye, but François could hardly imagine their intentions approaching the protective wall.

And in the team of this group of men in black, Curt also saw several familiar figures. (To be continued......)