The space was violently turbulent, and the defense line of the central square, which had changed hands several times, gradually distorted under the magic of wanton expansion, and finally turned into a scorched earth.

Now, if anyone is looking for the outline of a central square in the vicinity, he may be disappointed – the streets are almost completely leveled, centred around the altar built by Sain Democra. Next, on the rubble of the old town, a whole new field expanded.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a viscous darkness, and after the wall of light that surrounds the central square dissipates, the darkness that condenses in the center of the city rushes out in one breath. Their target was the black "sun" that was still spinning, and the surging force filled the lowlands in an instant.

As the darkness cleared, the bloody, stench of sticky black mud slowly spread, transforming the city into an empty wasteland. They seem to be the raw materials for the construction of paintings, waiting for the "painter" to give them a new form of existence, and the magic surging in them exudes a ferocious atmosphere.

On the side of the "altar", which was almost surrounded by deep darkness, Sein Democlus confronted the people present for a long time, and the pressure released was breathless. On his body, purple-black electric light entangled flesh and blood, extending outward like countless tentacles.

Directly opposite him, a burning pale light traced the trajectory of the spiral, sweeping with lightning speed towards the body that had begun to mutate. The almost void afterglow contained countless fine ancient words, and a large amount of magic power surged down the rays towards the mage.

"Hmph—naïve, even more naïve than I thought!Lizzie Leernst, do you think this little trick can hurt me?"

The middle-aged sorcerer scoffed at Lizzie's attack. It was as if in his eyes, this spiral ray with a large amount of magical power was not even as dangerous as a mosquito. I saw that his right hand was raised slightly, and the purple electric light that burst out rippled into a dazzling complex light path.

Buzz - pop!

There was a piercing roar. The magic of the head-on collision exploded in an instant, and the black and white brilliance almost robbed the viewer of the vision. Lizzie's spell-intensive blow was forcibly erased by Sain Democlera in an instant. More power even rolled up the remnants of white light and pounced on Lizzie.

"Tsk"

Seeing that the magic rays that he had forcibly tied together in order to specialize in penetrating power were easily torn apart, he even became the enemy's strength. Lizzie secretly said that something was wrong in her heart, and then hurriedly raised more power to try to stop the two-color thunder light that was rolling on the opposite side.

Although the mana shot by the enemy has been reduced by half in the process of reducing his own attacks, even if he regains the remaining mana, he will not be able to match the power of the previous full attack. However, if the tide of magic hit, the power of the explosion could easily blow her away in her spirit state.

Bang!

The thud of glass shattering echoed through the turbulent space, and Lizzie's wall was torn apart like shredded paper in the surging mana frenzy. Liki, who had been hit head-on, was out in the blink of an eye, letting out a scream that didn't know whether it was a roar or a scream.

Her body curled like a shrimp, and was robbed of most of her body's strength by Sain Democra's seemingly casual blow. But in the moment, the purple-black electric light entangled the illusory figure. It makes up for the emptiness with a sharp pain that goes straight to the depths of the soul.

And yet, at this very moment-

"Drink!"

With a low shout, Gulnius' colossal body rushed towards Sein Democra, his fists and kicks wrapped in magic pointed straight at the sorcerer's head. Apparently, Calrota had bypassed the entangled magic and approached him while he was fighting against Lizzie's spell.

Human-sized fists tore through the air and slammed into the enemy like a battering ram – the most common combat technique used by Calrota against his enemies. It's just a straight punch, and although it's simple, it requires the judgment to decide the target and release the power in an instant.

There is no room for the slightest time to think, and even defense is futile. The punch of the adult Gulinius can even break through the masonry wall, and the elite Calrota, whose full force can even force the armored car rushing head-on.

That's right, Carlotta is absolutely confident in his own power – one might even say proud. Turn the magic that Gulnius couldn't grasp into a fatal blow of his own power. There was almost no armor to block the punch, and even some monsters known for their hardness would be shattered by him.

"Hmph-"

However, Sain Democla suddenly laughed, and was faced with a heavy punch that was close at hand. He apparently didn't take it seriously either. Neither evasion nor defense was an option for him, and he defied the power that Calrota had honed out of his own will.

Whoa

The anomalous sound echoed again. Mixed with an unbearable anomalous magic, a hemispherical barrier shone in front of the mage. The pitch-black "sun" born from the sea of blood seemed to have infinite magical power. Each ray of lightning gives its owner great power.

"What?"

In an instant, Carl Rota's advancing body suddenly stopped, and there was no way to go further. The "shield" that was no bigger than his fist actually easily blocked the straight punch he was fighting for, and the whole body qi infused into it disappeared as if it had flowed into the void.

The blow was unfazed, and he stepped forward, ready to open up and strike again - but he was not given the opportunity. The brilliance converging in the "shield" changed more dazzling in an instant, and the calm and waveless surface began to tremble slightly.

Boom –

With a loud and silent sound, the originally stagnant magic resumed its flow again, but this time, it was flowing backwards in the exact opposite direction. The power contained in Carl Rota's devastating blow swept down the surface of the magical shield and recoiled back into him in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm"

For the first time, the huge body was shaken, and the power that was several times its own output flowed back into the body, and even Gulnius, who was known for his physical tactics, could not support it. Before he could retreat, he lost his balance, and Carlotta felt a grief from his bones.

But the other party would not let him go so easily, and used the "shield" in his hand to bounce back Carlotta's blow, and Sein Democla had a mocking smile on his face. His figure rushed forward like a ghost, and Carlotta, whose center of gravity had been off, had no room to dodge.

The sorcerer with purple-black electric light wrapped in purple-black lightning could barely be caught with the naked eye, and in an instant, he pressed down on the fallen Gulinius, and his fists and feet entangled with magic beckoned to his body, and his body covered with gray hair suddenly let out several low muffled sounds.

His fists and feet were like a storm, the opposite of his previous rickety, somewhat old appearance. In the blink of an eye, he threw a dozen punches into Carlotta's body, and finally hit the chest with a horizontal kick that sent the massive body tumbling out of several parts.

however

"Hmph, did you miss?"

He whispered discontentedly, then looked at Gulinius who had fallen, thinking back to the touch of his punches and kicks returning to his body. Several of the previous punches had been unmistakably hit, and they did damage - except for the last kick, which was cut through a paper-thin wall.

It stands to reason that boxing with magical power can cause great damage to the enemy, and it is impossible to completely defend against it with a thin layer of obstacles. However, Sain Democra's goal was to knock out Carlotta in one go, so that he could still stand up now and be considered a failure.

And the result was not caused by Liki, who was blown out, but Hermia, who had been hiding at the back. She whispered something strange about what sounded like a swarm of snakes hissing, and it was with her whisper that Calrota escaped the decisive blow.

This is the "spell" of the Lamian snake race, and it bears some resemblance to the spell-like spells of the mainstream school. Describe the structure of magic in a unique language, and then reveal the power of it, and the root of it may also come from the power of ancient words.

"Whew-whew-whew-"

Hermia gasped, having exhausted too much concentration to keep the spell running after she had exhausted too much of her concentration to block Sein Democra's final blow. But despite this, she whispered the words of the spell, gathering more power.

Originally, as a member of the Lamia snake race, her skills and magic capacity were not very human, and her instantaneous reaction power greatly overwhelmed humans. It was the power exerted in a split second that defused the final blow for Carlotta - otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

Right next to her, Carlotta and Lizzie, who had regrouped, were glaring at Sain Democra. Each of them would not be able to defeat the mage in front of them, who had gained great power, if they fought alone, and it was for this reason that they chose the tactics of siege.

However, the deviation of strength is too serious, even if the three of them are combined, they can only barely support each other in front of each other, maintaining a situation where they will not be killed. But in fact, they had already lost the battle at the beginning, and the strength of the enemy in front of them was not something they could compete with.

There is no doubt that Sain Democla did not even look at them, and no matter how much they attacked, they always looked like they were in good shape. It seems that it is not for nothing that a powerful sorcerer would only appear in mythological times, and it seems that he dares to claim to be "fully existent".

"So, it's time to change it, right?"

As if announcing the end of the show, Sain Democlus raised his hand slightly—and in an instant, several pitch-black orbs appeared beside him. Tens or even hundreds, and finally even thousands, of expanding magic seemed to announce that they would crash down in the next moment. (To be continued......)