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Loud announcements flowed from the communicator, and although a few staccato words could be heard from time to time, it was meaningless.

This is the corner of Warehouse Street in a corner of the city, surrounded by warehouses that have been destroyed by Yan zhòng, most of which look like they were burned down by flames. The original contents of those buildings were looted shortly after the chaos began, and now only silence remained on the street.

Communication from the central plaza could have been received a few minutes ago, but not long ago, the call for support had been cut off. It is possible that the sorcerers stationed there have chosen to retreat, and some of the occasional noise now comes from them.

Clearly, the battle had failed, and the defenders stationed throughout the city were being cornered. In this case, if you choose to defend to the death, you will only end up strengthening the enemy's army and becoming part of the flesh monsters, which also invisibly puts pressure on them.

The mages in the armored car felt very tired, both physically and mentally under the pressure of accumulation of considerable fatigue. One by one, they leaned against the cold metal wall, resting with their eyes closed, as if they wanted to warm up their magic during this time and prepare for their next move.

The already small space is shrouded in silence, and every minute and second spent in the oppressive atmosphere is like torture. The tightly packed rear compartment was filled with the stuffy smell of breathing, but the hearts of the people resting here felt an inexplicable emptiness.

Unable to calm down, they couldn't help but think back to their encounters with those sorcerers. Trying to compare yourself to the power gap with those guys. But the answer is that they have no choice but to be able to sustain themselves for a quarter of an hour under their hands except for a few combat specialists.

Desperate disparities in combat effectiveness. The sorcerers under Sain Demokra seem to have put all their magic into battle-related spells. The blood-red color, which was completely different from the magic of ordinary people, overflowed from their bodies and combined to form some kind of viscous and powerful magic-like existence.

Those crazy people don't care about their lives at all. One by one, he used the power of the "chaotic bloodline" in his body to force himself to send out magic beyond the limits of his body, if he was an ordinary person, he would probably have fallen apart because of the overload of magic in his body, let alone maintain combat operations.

There is no doubt that the mages currently in contact with who are fighting on the front lines are more than the end of the line in the group led by Sain Democlus. To put it mildly, it would not be an exaggeration to call them "outcasts" - but they are still fighting desperately.

Death has lost its meaning, as each time these sorcerers are killed, the "Bloodline of Chaos" in their bodies will absorb something else to repair the missing flesh. In time. These sorcerers were reduced to only a single demonic monster in the form of a human.

It is not clear that they are unaware of the side of their bodies that are happening, but they seem to regard this change as some kind of divine gift, and they are even more fanatical in dedicating their lives. But what exactly are they fighting for? Such fundamental questions are still unknown.

Originally, whether it was the economic system, religious creeds, or even historical origins, it would become a reason for some people to fight for it regardless of a single thing. But these sorcerers were nothing like the people who fought for these reasons, and they probably already knew that their actions were only part of being used.

But they didn't care that they were being used by Sain Democra, but rather that they were quite happy to do so, and they could do it for the sake of their leader. Like some strange religions, the frenzy in their eyes alone instills unspeakable fear.

There is no need to sympathize with them for their pawn status. After all, they themselves are a bunch of unscrupulous people. And if I had to say anything, the people in this armored car had no room for sympathy for the enemy, and their current situation was due to those fanatical mages.

"Hmph, so what's next?"

Carlotta, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, so that the eyes of the carload of people were all focused on him: "Just like you just said. The defensive line near the central square has already fallen, that is, it will not be long before the enemy will break the wall of light separating the darkness. Right. ”

His tone remained calm, but his deep voice vibrated the metal plates of the armored vehicle. Obviously suppressing the impatience in his heart. Unlike Gulnius's kind, he doesn't think that anything can be solved by strength - but when he is in a dilemma. He would rather rush straight into the enemy line than hide in such an unsafe hiding place like a turtle with a shrunken head.

He was just a herbalist, and at best he knew a little bit of magic in the special being, but that didn't mean he didn't know the simplest logical relationships. The light wall of the central square has always relied on the equipment in the colony to keep it running, and if the enemy mages take over the colony and destroy those things, it will not take long for the light wall that surrounds the dark-encroached area of the central square to collapse.

"It's a little bit difficult, but Dean François is probably already thinking about countermeasures. The magician, who was wielding the means of communication, sighed, as if he was patient, "It won't be long—I think I'll come up with a solution in a quarter of an hour." ”

However, this was just wishful thinking, and now that the communication system was almost completely paralyzed, even the "Wind of the Twelve" might not be able to immediately understand what was happening in the city. There was only a wry smile on the sorcerer's face, probably because he had no confidence in his ability to lie, and tried to use an ambiguous method of speech to make such a bad situation as perfunctory as possible.

With or without the orders of Dean Cruise François, he must confront the enemy for the sole purpose of protecting his homeland in the midst of the calamities. Of course, this meant that the battle was not over, and as long as he and the sorcerers on this armored vehicle had not lost faith in fighting Sein Democra, then their battle would continue.

But just as he was moving towards how to continue, a girl's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "What a quarter of an hour—don't think I don't know, that machine is now scrapped, and the communication function is basically paralyzed, let alone a moment, maybe there will be no contact for ten moments." ”

The girl's cold voice was as sharp as broken ice, and in this voice overflowing with hostility, there was a slight sense of exhaustion and fatigue. It was as if the speaker had just woken up from a long slumber, but the accusatory tone was full of aggression.

It was Lizzie, who had fallen into a deep stupor, and had barely regained consciousness until Calrota asked a question, and with Hermia's assistance, she sat weakly, and her dull eyes seemed to shoot two sharp swords at the driving wizard.

"It's a troublesome state, isn't it?"

Lizzie chuckled in a low voice, her tone still weak: "First the communication system was destroyed, then the enemy continued to attack, and then it didn't take long for the most important place in the city to fall and the protection measures were also destroyed. ”

The enemy's attacks were entirely directed at their actions, as if their plan of action had been known for a long time, and even improvisation would be detected quickly. It was as if the city had become a stage, and Sain Democlave was the one who wrote the script.

Until they adopted the plan of counterattack, they were almost always attacked by the enemy on one side, and the other side was as elusive as a shadow.

"Don't you think it's strange that the other party seems to already know about it, just waiting for us to stupidly crash into the trap set in advance. Lizzie said. She smashed all the questions in everyone's minds in one go, but continued to talk as if she didn't care what others thought.

It was only then that the sorcerer noticed that something was wrong with Lizzie's body, and that she was like a dying patient, threatening to die at any moment. And on her body, the scars that had been left at some point shimmered with a dim white glow.

The glimmer of light connected to the armored vehicle through her, and then seeped beneath the ground along the area of the vehicle near the ground. He inexplicably had the feeling that the girl in front of him was just a "node", and she had already connected herself to the leylines of Catrice City at this time.

She is using her life to unleash the magic of the depths of the earth to fight against the "bloodlines of chaos" that Sein Democlera has infiltrated into the city. The sorcerer shuddered at the thought of this—according to the theory of magic that he knew, the girl was about to perform a crazy act now.

Spells are techniques that use magic to create phenomena, and in this process, it is always necessary to maintain the dominance of one's own magic in order to maintain the stability of the Rubik's Cube. And connecting one's body to the magic flowing in the leylines, although it is possible to obtain greater magic, it will also lead one's own life force to be absorbed by the leylines.

This is because the disparity in the volume of magic is too great, and it is undoubtedly wishful thinking to shake the earth with a little magic in the human body. It's like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, but after a while, it will be swallowed up by the tide, and there will be no trace of that water.

And Lizzie, she apparently acted on the premise that she knew the danger. (To be continued......)