The tables and chairs in the conference room were all destroyed, and even the foliage plants in the corners were not spared, and were violently torn into several parts.

There was only one color of blood red as far as the eye could see, and in this ten-meter-square conference room, all the things that were destroyed were without exception soaked in the blood pouring in from the window. The only thing intact was the white bookshelf in the deepest part of the room, and a faint layer of mist could be seen protecting it.

The emblem marked on the top of the bookshelf proves that it stored the most important part of the town hall, probably related to the previous meetings held here. The reason why it stayed here intact was not a blatant trap, but the power of these blood-colored remnants of light could not destroy its defenses.

After a brief look at the messy conference room, Lizzie decided to take a look at the bookshelf that seemed to invite her, because no matter how suspicious it was, it was the most striking place in the entire room—its presence seemed to invite visitors to touch it.

Squeak - squeak!

Just as Lizzie's hand was about to touch the locked bookshelf, several flickering lights shot out from the shelf, and a different color instantly appeared in the blood-stained conference room.

From the floating light emerged several blue-white sparks, flicking at Lizzie's fingers like whips. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain struck her fingertips that touched the spark, and the burning pain made her reflexively remove her hand that was about to touch the bookshelf.

The impact of the electric current caused Lizzie to take a few steps back, and the paralyzing sensation that followed made her feel like she could barely control the movement of her hands and feet. The magic that penetrated deep into her body destroyed her ability to control her spells, and it was as if her limbs were chained by shackles made of lead.

Fortunately. This sudden flash of lightning was not a deadly spell, otherwise Lizzie would probably be a half-charred corpse by now. Apparently. This is not a trap set to kill intruders, and people who use this room are more likely to stay alive.

If you think about it, you should know. This is probably the protective spell set up by the city hall to watch out for those who are staring at the above jiàn, and it is precisely because of the protection of the spell that the bookshelf is not stained with blood. Attackers may want to use it as a trap to incapacitate intruders.

The detachment caused Lizzie to stagger backwards a few steps, nearly tripping over something scattered at her feet—what on closer inspection was what seemed to be a creature jaw that was missing part of it. It is impossible to say whether this is part of a "human" body, as it has been torn and destroyed, and most of Bai Sensen's teeth have been shattered, and only a few dark red muscles can be seen barely attached to the skeleton.

Lizzie took a light breath and adjusted her mana to a position where she could launch a counterattack in an instant...... However, it seems that this is really her own passion. In the time she was almost paralyzed by the shock attack. There was no enemy jumping out of the dark corners to attack.

Before Lizzie touched the defensive spell on the bookshelf, it had already lost most of its strength with the blood-red anomalous magic. Originally, there was a spell attached to the bookshelf that was enough to make a medium-sized monster unconscious, but now even a girl can't knock it down.

Its weakness was already observable to the naked eye, and in just a few seconds after Lizzie was repulsed by the current, the mist that had shrouded the bookshelves had lifted considerably. Instead, a dull red hue wrapped around the shelves like tentacles, trying to break up the last of the resistance.

How could Lizzie do such a thankless task of opening the lock on the box for someone else for no reason? Seeing that the crimson magic was about to destroy the last layer of protection on the bookshelf, Lizzie did not hesitate to export the magic. Dispersed the tentacles that spread upwards.

But of course, she didn't want to protect the text of the city hall, she just thought that it was necessary to take out the things in her hand. She gently placed her finger in the center of the mist-encircled bookshelf, letting her magic penetrate it like a needlepoint, searching for the key to open it.

The structure of such a lock is not complicated. It's just that a Rubik's Cube for identity recognition has been added to the original mechanical structure to deal with people with bad intentions. Therefore, you don't need to use brute force to open it. It was enough for the Rubik's Circle to judge that Lizzie was the one who had the qualifications to open it.

She gently infiltrated the magic into the core of the Rubik's Cube on the bookshelf, and as expected. The Rubik's Cube on top of it was originally connected to the building's defensive structure. However, in the vibration of the paralysis of the defense spell, the connection of the magic power was also interrupted along with the paralysis of the defense system.

I put it in normal times. If you want to mislead the perception of this defensive spell on the bookshelf, you may also have to bypass the mages who maintain the global Rubik's Cube. However, now that they are too busy to take care of themselves, Lizzie can use magic to interfere with the isolated bookshelves as she pleases.

Liqi probed her consciousness into the defensive structure along with her magic, and deftly turned her pale magic into a few filaments, which were connected to the core of the Rubik's Cube at once. Here, she clearly saw the complete structure of the Rubik's Cube, and then found the flaw with the experience she had accumulated over a long period of time.

"That's too rough, isn't it...... Or do you think you can break the building's defenses?"

At first glance, a slight smile appeared on Lizzie's lips - she didn't know if she should laugh at the town hall's defenses. This defensive spell relies too heavily on the connection effect of the orthodox spell and doesn't take into account how to fix the problem if the connection is lost.

The magic of having access to the shelves - or "certified" magic - is lined up in the core of the Rubik's Cube, and it is clear that these are the keys that are recognized in an individual capacity. There are also many blank columns in the core, probably to allow the successor to fill in the gaps of their own magic...... However, they are now nothing more than an unsuspecting back door, waiting for the intruder to fill in their information.

Lizzie infiltrates the empty keybar and quietly creates an identity for herself, giving herself the power to open the bookshelves. In the blink of an eye, the bookshelves that had just released electricity to repel her became calm, and the fog that shrouded the outside slowly spread out in all directions.

Behind the door, however, there wasn't what she had expected, and the shelf, which had enough to hold three more Doriki, was almost empty, except for a few blank scraps of paper in the corner. Perhaps it was all moved before it was attacked, and nothing of value was left here.

Click!

But just when the helpless Lizzie wanted to close the bookshelf door, she clearly heard a faint collision behind her. She spun around quickly, retracting the scattered mana, forming several glassy geometries in front of her.

But she couldn't see anything - nothing but the wreckage of the ruined conference room, which was so broken that it was hard to distinguish its original state.

Was it because she was too careful that there was no one in ambush in the unseen corner, or did the enemy see through the fact that she was deliberately selling a gap to entice them to attack?

Turning his head to his feet, there were fragments of flesh and bones scattered everywhere, as if they had been torn from their bodies by some great force. Lizzie didn't have the patience to count the pieces, but they weren't probably enough to put together a full humanoid.

The extra parts may have been eaten by the guy who tore them apart, apparently to tell Sù that there was a monster here that could devour a room of people not long ago. However, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had melted into the air filled with the smell of blood.

She crouched down slightly while keeping her center of gravity, picking up the fragment of bone at her feet that had nearly tripped over her—and as expected, it was indeed a jaw. If it hadn't been broken into several pieces, it could still be vaguely seen from the silhouette that it had once been part of an adult human male.

Humans tend to clench their teeth when they are sad or angry, and the same is true when they are enduring pain. The broken jaw was almost shattered by his own strength when it was removed from its original Han Chinese, and the pain he had suffered before he was about to die could be felt just by the teeth scattered to the ground.

"What kind of creature is this...... Could it be that even the bones of a human have been eaten?" looked at the mutilated jawbones and teeth, and Lizzie's face was delicately tangled, "If that's the case, it might be more appropriate to call it a 'monster'." ”

Teeth are the strongest part of the human body, and they are hard enough to withstand the erosion of decades of life, even harder than some metals. With the bite force of a beast, it was impossible to smash it no matter what, let alone destroy it to such an extent.

If the "creature" that tore it from its original body could nibble through the bones of a large living person along with its teeth with just its claws, it would be far more aggressive and dangerous than any creature Lizzie had ever seen before.

Suddenly, as Lizzie observed the bloodstained bone in her hand, her vision seemed to catch something slowly squirming. Whatever it was, like a frightened bird, she jumped to her feet and hoisted herself in mid-air with the help of her extended magic.

And almost at the same moment as she jumped up, the flesh and blood scattered on the ground surged one after another, condensing together under the pull of some invisible force. The place where Lizzie had previously stood had been completely engulfed by the rising tide of blood, and there seemed to be a large mouth of blood hidden beneath the liquid.

Ropes made of magic hung in midair, and Lizzie was unsurprised to see the flesh and blood scraps piling up all over the room in an indescribable mass of bloated flesh. Apparently her calculations weren't accurate, as the mass of meat weighed at least five or six people. (To be continued......)