The rain was falling.

The blood-colored clouds that had been in the sky since the morning were finally unable to carry the heavy water vapor, and with a low thunderclap raindrops the size of beans fell. At first, it was just a trickling of water, but in a moment it became heavier and heavier, and in the blink of an eye, it became a downpour.

The sun that should have hung high in the sky has long been obscured by thick clouds, and the day, which was already like dusk, has now been obscured by night. I couldn't see my fingers, only a few thunderbolts flashing in the sky from time to time would seem to be illuminated by the pitch-black earth.

The street lamps on both sides of the street, which are controlled by the general hub, have all been lit, but they flicker intermittently under the effect of anomalous magic. It seems that even these ergonomically made appliances are not completely free from the effects of the anomalous magic that is gradually eroding the entire city.

At this time, the thinly pigmented scene filled the town, and the shadows hidden in the darkness were even more chilling. In the heavy rain, the gray-black streetscape is painted with a layer of silver by the flickering lights, which looks even more chilly when paired with the dark rain.

On the outskirts of Catrice, near the residential area of the college, small buildings with private homes are arranged at equal intervals. The area around Catrice City is the most carefully planned area, but at this time there is a dead silence.

The fact that the standard of living in this built-up area is not linked to poverty does not mean that security is guaranteed - for example, at such times. The people who live here may never have thought they would be in such a situation, but Sain Democra, who launched the attack, didn't care about their feelings.

As the situation gradually became more and more chaotic, all the residents who originally lived here have now chosen to take refuge in the nearest academy. The former prosperity seems to be only a phantom at this time. In the midst of the bitter wind and rain that accompanied the blood-colored clouds, the streets that were once called the rich were like a ghost town.

And yet now. But another very abrupt black shadow invaded the street—it was a motor vehicle, a large car that was all black, wrapped in a heavy metal shell.

Although call it a "large" vehicle. However, this motor vehicle was neither a transporter nor an armored vehicle equipped with liberation, and from its appearance, it looked somewhat like a vehicle owned by the wealthy class. In particular, the inscriptions depicted on the black armor plates reinforce this look

It's just that the specifications of this car are too different from the family vehicles, and even the armored vehicles equipped by the garrison are slightly inferior to it. And the owner of this car also deliberately adjusted the structure of the body, so that the already large enough interior space was further increased.

Steel plates were laid under the chassis, which was lowered one level downward, so that it could be seen even from the sides, and in order to accommodate the extended suspension system. The tires could only be replaced with larger models. Even if you throw it in the military's garage, I'm afraid it will look out of place.

It was a monster made of steel, with a mana core-powered mechanism running over the asphalt pavement with a cacophony of grinding sounds. In the dead silence of the street, the pitch-black body is like a giant bear galloping in the wilderness, and the whole body exudes a terrifying aura.

Behind this metal behemoth, there were several slightly smaller armored vehicles, driving side by side on the road that had been cleared. In addition to combat vehicles equipped with weapons, there were also seemingly ordinary civilian trucks mixed in. The rain-covered windows could only see black figures.

There were about 20 vehicles in total, all painted black, and the convoy ran over the roads that used to be only passable by private cars, making them seem out of place with the surrounding atmosphere. If the inhabitants were still here, they might have been frightened by their appearance, but then they would sigh out of frustration - this road leads to the city. Now, however, it has become the front line of the battle.

"Yes, I know, I'll inform them of the request immediately. ”

In the light armored vehicles that followed at the rear of the convoy. A man spoke in a deep voice to the other end of the communicator. He was probably over two meters tall, with a rock-thick body and thick limbs. It's almost like it's carved out of stone.

Soon, he was able to make contact with the person on the other side of the communicator. Turning to look at his colleagues in the carriage. His rugged face, like a rock sculpture, was covered with several hideous scars, making him look like a battle-hardened veteran.

"The order of Dean François was delivered. ”

He pursed his lips tightly, his light eyes widened, and said, "After arriving in Catlis City, we will be separated from the rest of the troops. The purpose of our car is to go to the vicinity of the wall to intercept the remnants of the Eye of True Sight, and to join forces with them as peacefully as possible, Lord Dean has emphasized that they are an indispensable combat force, and I hope that you can put aside your past grievances and join forces with them for the time being. ”

And the response to this news was only silence.

In the back compartment of this armored car, there were obviously several people sitting silently in their seats, but the entire space was like a pool of stagnant water without waves, and even the air seemed to condense into a solid. In addition to Curt, there were several other magicians, but they all kept silent with gloomy faces.

It is not for nothing that there will be such silence, because François, after conveying the order, deliberately selected the people of this car as the special operations force. And Curt and Lizzie don't know why, but they are also arranged by him into this group of members who are all members of the Eye of Knowledge.

However, it wasn't until the man conveyed his meaning that they learned that their main mission was to make contact with the remnants of the True Eye. Not only that, but President François also called for a "as peaceful as possible" solution to the problem and a united front when he gave the order.

As soon as the news was announced, it quickly had an impact on the team - although no one expressed an opinion, the strange silence made their attitude clear. Although the members of the Purpose of Insight did not doubt Dean François's decision, they were not necessarily emotionally able to accept the request.

"Tsk, how did things get the way they are. ”

In the pouring rain, the girl dressed in black sat in the carriage and remained motionless, but whispered helplessly: "I can understand that those people will take action, but why do we need to meddle with you? ”

She took out a crystal and rubbed it in her hand, but it didn't change her mood in the slightest, as if she was helpless by the incident. Now that things have happened, no matter what she says, she can't change it - not even a few protests won't help.

Perhaps only Lizzie, who did not belong to either side, had the self-assertion to ask the question, and for these sorcerers who were subordinate to the purpose of Intellect, Abbot François's orders were absolute. The order he proposes is not a building yì, but an order that must be carried out.

Therefore, despite their reluctance, they will not openly resist the orders of the Dean, and all they need to do is carry them out.

However, Curt is well aware that yesterday's enemies are today's friends, and that such jokes may only exist in fairy tales. Even if they had the same enemies as the True Eye, they might not be able to join forces with them, and even moreover, they might not be willing to join them.

Even Lizzie could sense the strange atmosphere in the carriage right now, several of the mages present had fought the Eye of Truth in previous attacks, and a few of them had seen their teammates devoured and killed by them - and now they were asked to cooperate with those men?

Perhaps sensing the same anomaly in the atmosphere, the burly man continued: "This is a special task assigned by Dean François, and it is precisely because he trusts us that he entrusts us with such an important task. Those guys are dangerous, but their abilities deserve to be taken seriously, and their goals are easier to figure out than the small groups in the city. ”

According to intelligence, it is not only government officials and Sein Demokra's men who are now operating in the city, such as Carlotta and Hermia, who saved the life of the lone security officer, they are small groups that are not controlled by any party, and there are also some unknown teams.

There is no doubt that they are all elements of instability.

However, the most troublesome of these groups is clearly the remnants of the Eye of Truth, and the group of sorcerers seems to have learned of Sein Democlave's true face and began to take revenge for his actions. Of course, they don't care if the order is broken, and everything that stands in their way will be removed without hesitation.

The muddy stream that suddenly attacked the guards was a horizontal fence before their group, but they used a blasting spell to forcibly change the path they flowed through. And the flesh monster that escaped from the darkness seemed to have been sent by Sain Democlus to deal with them.

"And there's no way around it, because those people may be hell-bent on getting revenge on Sain Democra, but I don't think they care how much damage the retaliation will cause. As if to emphasize, the man continued, "As you can see, access to the central plaza area now has to go through our blockade - and those guys may choose to use violence to force their way through the walls of light. ”

This alone must be avoided at any cost, and once the line of defense bursts, the darkness of isolation will inevitably emerge from the breach. (To be continued......)