Arcane Linguist

Chapter 448: What doesn’t suit me is feudal superstition
In Blomburg, the newly formed crusade team quietly sneaked into the vicinity, moving without a trace and in secret.

"Fawn, Halvika, Silana, Shanai..."

Deep in the fortress, in the main hall that had become a paradise for monsters, intestines and limbs were scattered all over the floor along with the flow of blood, mixed with rotting bones.

The Great Devil Shank ignored the stench that filled the room, sat on the stone chair at the top, and muttered the names of several people in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, these people are the brave men reported by the informants lurking in the academy. Their overall strength is around level 18. There are also a group of high-level mages to cooperate with them..."

A lust demon with a hot body reported respectfully.

“Such strength is indeed enough to threaten me.

Those losers didn't even have time to stop them! "

Shank snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Do you want me to fight them head-on?"

Why use your own when you can fight with your men's lives?

The caution and cunning of this big devil completely exceeded their imagination.

Don't expect any tricks to plot against Him...

The more experienced the immortals are, the more they know the importance of staying alive.

A look of panic appeared on the demon's face, and he quickly explained: "They have tried their best to instigate a retreat strategy, and even successfully passed an exile resolution.

Inside the fortress, in a hidden secret passage, Fan and the others frowned.

Before, it was because there were no strong human beings nearby that they were wreaking havoc.

As expected, it was completely different from the bravery he showed on the battlefield before.

Shank said: "It's useless to say this now. Those people must have lurked in. They must mobilize the experts to come back and protect me immediately!"

Fine and others arrived in time and successfully used the secret passage that was not completely destroyed to enter, and even eavesdropped on the conversation between Shank and his men.

"It's really difficult to handle!"

After all, this fortress is a human fortress that Sinvera has worked hard for a long time. Even if it is occupied by monsters, there are still many secret passages and traps that they can use.

"This guy is so stubborn!"

"No matter what, he is still a devil who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years.

He would not foolishly go out and confront those people head on.

……

He obviously knew that Faen had the electromagnetic gun spell falling from the sky in his hands, and the fortress protection could effectively restrict this move.

But now, knowing that Fan and others were coming, he immediately hid in the fortress in advance.

Perhaps our only chance is to go down and fight to the death! "

The actions of Fawn and others were entirely his own initiative..."

But the more they listened, the more desperate everyone became.

Faen lowered his voice and suggested to everyone.

"Wouldn't this be cost-effective?"

It’s not that everyone is afraid of death. If they were, they wouldn’t come here.

But the specific tactical arrangements still need to focus on strategy and cost-effectiveness.

Fawn frowned and said: "My teacher Mr. Roland once taught me that when we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win.

Opportunities are created by spelling out, not waiting for.

We have done our best to accumulate chances of winning, but since we can’t wait for that opportunity, we might as well create it ourselves!
Everyone hesitated for a while, but finally agreed.

Silana began to cast spells to bless Halvika and Fawn.

Xia Nai also sang a war song.

After a while, everyone took out the "Maze Technique" scroll, threw it down through the passage, and then quickly attacked.

……

"They've already started!"

Sensing the message coming from the magic props, several figures wandering in the fortress passage quickly ran. That was the hunting team that came with Fawn and others.

The elites of Sinvera will not only kill Shank, but also hunt the devils who dare to stand up and lead the demon army.

That way, even if it really fails, it can still effectively destroy the command system of the demon army.

As for the price of taking the enemy general's head among the demons...

Most likely death.

They have put life and death aside and only think about being able to fight one by one.

……

"According to the original plan, they have probably already started taking action."

More than a hundred miles away, in the human city on the front line.

Roland threw the tortoise shell and performed "Oracle Bone Divination".

"~~~?~~~~?~~~~~~?"

In the resonance of mana, meaning is connected.

In the dark, it seems that there are ancient saints singing.

"The blame for the death of ten days..."

The magic power turned into a phantom of the tortoise shell, and cracks suddenly bloomed.

Seeing the unsurprising omen of great misfortune, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face, and he laughed at himself: "What do you need from divination and divination?"

Low-level divination spells have a fatal flaw, that is, they are easily affected by specific conditions.

For example, sending cannon fodder to assassinate.

As long as there is even one ten thousandth chance of successfully killing or affecting the target's status, it is also regarded as "evil".

Even the malicious intentions of some powerful people can also bring danger.

Therefore, all famous masters are in "danger" almost every day.

Roland once again cast other prophecies, and even used his own level 9 spell "Infinite Strategy", hoping to find a trace of destiny guidance from the dark side.

But the result is still the same as before, each time pointing to the possibility of defeat and death.

"Destiny is an established prophecy..."

"Fan... just like in another timeline, he died on the battlefield against the devil."

Roland murmured softly, and suddenly overturned the formation.

He, who had developed such high-level prophecy spells and was regarded as a master of divination, let out a deafening whisper in the tower next to Trina and others as they watched in surprise.

"What a divination prophecy, it's all fucking feudal superstition!"

At this moment, Roland's inner hesitation, hesitation and confusion completely dissipated.

Instead, there was unprecedented access to thoughts.

He cast a "Flying Technique" on himself, slowly rose into the air, and said to everyone around him: "Follow me and support Faen and the others!"

"Your Excellency Roland..."

The guards from Atrein were shocked.

"Needless to say, I am also a ninth-level mage. With my power and your help, I may not be able to kill Shank!"

According to Phenidites' prophecy, Faun will die on the battlefield against the devil.

If the occurrence of fate also follows objective laws, then the highest probability is this battle.

Roland wanted to stand by and watch, but when the real thing came to pass, he realized that he actually didn't believe in divination and prophecy at all.

I am a Serisian.

The Seris people do not believe in God or fate.

Seris people who dare to move mountains with Yu Gong, shoot at the sun with Hou Yi, and fill the sea with Jing Wei!
Why should you believe this nonsense prophecy that your disciple will die?

Why should I believe in this unfavorable fate that does not suit me?
(End of this chapter)