Anello's fingers gripped the microphone of the magic guide, not knowing whether to release or continue to clench until his knuckles turned white.

His chest seemed to be pressed against a heavy stone, and it seemed that he had difficulty breathing.

This bright space, the office that should have brought him peace of mind, instantly became a closed cage that he had not yet escaped, sealing him more clearly.

Obviously, it should be connected to the communication of the imperial capital.

But there was such a familiar and unfamiliar voice on the other side?

Thoughts raced through Anello's mind.

How could the dedicated communication lines between the province of Snowfield and the imperial capital of Herrom be occupied by others?

Could it be that the entire imperial capital and the entire battle front have fallen into the hands of the enemy?

It can't be, absolutely impossible!

It should be his delusion!

Anello's eyes flashed with horror like a trapped beast, wanting to see the truth.

The panic spread in his heart, and he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly, but he tried to maintain his calm: "May I ask which commander of the Imperial Defense Agency is Your Excellency?" ”

"We've just met, have you forgotten my voice so quickly?"

The other party is still relaxed, with a slight smile.

The words of confirmation slammed into Anello's heart like a hammer.

Agnero's reaction was already fast, but it was still noticeably slow.

He wanted to evacuate the enclosed space and further escape from the eerie city of Bonn, but the moment he was about to release the microphone, a violent paralysis hit him like thunder, instantly spreading throughout his body.

There are traps in the Governor's office?!

When Anello tried to mobilize his magic power, another indescribable sense of heaviness and sluggishness surrounded him, as if a bird that was about to flap its wings suddenly fell from the sky and turned into a mountain and pressed on him!

He tried to struggle, but his body was fixed in place, and even a small step seemed extremely difficult.

A deep blue light began to shine through the walls of the entire office, which was the symbol of the military forbidden demon barrier, and the suppression effect of the city defense barrier on the thugs in the city-state.

At the same time, poisonous gas began to pour into the ventilation ducts in the room.

Even if the Holy Son of Silence held his breath for the first time, he felt that his body began to become weak, and his vision was hallucinated.

The space seemed to be compressed and collapsed, and the air became thinner, about to squeeze life out of his body.

Anello now understood that he had fallen into a big trap.

Under normal circumstances, the top level of a local province is a few sixth-order, and even the fifth-order is a very small minority, which is not worth facing at all, but at this moment, he is extremely dangerous to fall into such a cage!

His face was pale, his eyes were full of unease, and a trace of cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

Anello struggled to keep himself awake, but every cell in his body seemed to tell him that it could be a desperate situation from which he could not escape.

With the double barrier fully formed, the door to the Governor's office was violently pushed open, and the archpriest of the Silent Branch was gone, leaving only the provincial elite led by Viscount Cheston to walk in.

The sound of heavy footsteps on the luxurious carpet of a pair of shoes, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, echoed in the grand governor's office, and the feeling of oppression that gave Alone was more terrifying to him than the restraint of the forbidden enchantment.

Rushing in were several heavily armed provincial battle elites, they had already been prepared, their eyes were deep, and they looked so cold that they had no soul, like the demon warriors on the ancient battlefield.

Previously, in order to fight against the Phantom Party, the elite forces of the entire province were gathered and conducted a short-term intensive training under the guidance of Lanch, and then Char continued to transmit the tactics and operational concepts of the governor as a guide, and now it has become a full-fledged extermination force.

These few who were summoned by Viscount Chingston were all captain-level fifth-order warriors.

Wearing masks, they didn't wait for Anello to have any chance to explain, and without saying a word, they launched an attack, one of the light fighters rushed forward, both fists rushed straight to Anello's chin, and the other heavy fighters quickly held the ice spikes and surrounded Anello, none of them were superfluous.

The sharp ice spikes they held in their hands flowed with dark black spell marks, not natural ice, but military magic wizards, with powerful silence and freezing effects.

Although the paralyzing effect on Anello's body had just been lifted by his purification, he was suppressed by the enchantment, and even the flow of magic power and the speed of spell casting were slowed down several times, and the poisonous gas in the room was also continuing, he struggled to use his fighting instinct to dodge the sneak attack of the light warriors, trying to resist with the casting ability to barely use the starting spell, but compared to those heavy warriors in full state, he was like a cartilaginous beast rounded up by elite hunters at the moment, fragile!

A heavy warrior rushed towards Anello first, holding an ice spike in an attempt to pierce his limbs, Anello was not to be outdone, his movements were limited, but he was still able to mobilize the most basic magic power, quickly transmitted to the wrist, and when the ice spike was about to touch his wrist, a strong burst instantly bounced a circle of heavy warriors away.

In an instant, Anello tried to summon his magic, and deep gray flames poured out from beneath his feet, trying to burn the enemy blockade.

However, such a difficult spell seemed to be extremely slow in the eyes of the enemy, and they did not have the slightest fear or fear, and one of them quickly held a shield in his left hand and a stick in his right hand, aiming at Anello, trying to overwhelm him and subdue him to the ground.

The other two hoplites had already surrounded them from the flanks, fearless of pain and damage, and the ice spikes in their hands quickly pierced Anello like poisonous snakes!

Anello was flanked and tried to bounce the warriors away with his magic again, but in an instant his already heavy feet were pulled vigorously, and it turned out that another warrior had thrown an anchor with chains while he was not looking, firmly hooking his feet.

The light warrior approached again, and did not rush to attack, but took advantage of the containment of his companions, looking for an opportunity, ready to deal a fatal blow to Anello or just keep the interference.

"You bastards!!"

Anello roared, and the gray flames on his body formed a shield like a tornado against the enemy's imminent demon-sealing ice spikes.

But the Guards had already planned every step in a disciplined manner.

One of the light warriors suddenly rushed towards Anello at a high speed, clutching the ice spikes in both hands as if they were dying, and suddenly trying to stab Anello in the eyes.

This stab had to be avoided by Anello in order to save his eyes.

However, before he could focus on his trance-like vision, a heavy warrior had already struck behind him.

The tall and cold figure skillfully and quickly slammed a blunt object into the back of Agnero's skull, making him feel like the world was spinning, and then another heavy warrior wearing a knuckle tiger on the side, with a scarlet bloodthirsty light in his eyes, accompanied by a roar, smashed a heavy hook into Anello's stomach, making him feel as if he had been broken by this fist!

There are four chapters today, and there are still two chapters that are still being revised, and they will be finished before half past nine

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