Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 536 Temporary comrades, united against the enemy

The scorching winds came again, coming out from the dark and dilapidated ruins, and circled out a corner of "hell" in the main material world.

The sky and earth turned into a vast expanse, and winter made everything pale. The blue, white and red military uniforms were covered by gray and dust, and the gray uniforms became even dirtier and blacker. The only bright red ones were monsters, whose abnormal vitality drove the flesh granulation clusters to move towards real living people.

The Imperial Army and the National Guard both had spellcasters on the scene, so it wasn't that they had no way to deal with the attacking monsters, but the overall environment was deteriorating. An indescribable and indestructible white miasma enveloped the entire battlefield and the city, and what was even worse was that it seemed like a second rain of ash was brewing.

At the edge of the ruins on the south bank, the two armies that had been fighting each other finally stopped fighting in front of a common enemy that was not human, and turned their guns around. For ordinary people, the role of guns was only to slightly block the attack of the undead monsters, or perhaps more importantly, to give them a little comfort and maintain their slowly retreating formation so as not to collapse.

When faced with inhuman fleshy creatures, it is the mages who can really play a role.

Pascal never thought that he would fight alongside a spellcaster from the Empire, and one from the Royal School of Magic.
"Hey, don't be distracted." The unnamed army wizard blocked a monster's attack for Pascal. Pascal smiled awkwardly and used a missile to knock the monster away.

Although the target Pascal hit knocked down a wall, the lump of flesh quickly stood up again.

The senior brother immediately changed his train of thought. He chanted in a low voice and threw two lightning balls at the fleshy monster. The enemy monster that was touched trembled all over, bathing in the electric current flowing like a snake, and soon disintegrated into a ball of bloody and rotten thing.

"What spell was that just now?"

"【Electric Explosion Orb】." Pascal answered subconsciously.

The Empire's military wizard immediately used [radio communication] to report: "[Electric Explosive Orb] is effective, [Magic Missile] is ineffective..." He repeated it on the public frequency, and then received some more information.

He learned from other people's experience and told Pascal: "Specific necromancy spells are effective, such as [Apoptosis Ray]. Don't use healing spells against these things, as it will cause the granulation to explode and spread."

Who would use a healing spell to attack? But Pascal quickly changed the subject: "Some people think they are undead creatures."

"Yes, but they are not. At least not ordinary undead creatures." The accompanying magician was operating on three fronts: he was communicating with Pascal while paying attention to his surroundings, quickly completing the spellcasting gesture and swinging out a thunderbolt - he didn't know how to [Electric Explosion Orb], but he could draw inferences from one instance. At the same time, the spellcaster also quickly summarized his new experience and immediately reported it to the public channel:
"All magic related to lightning can cause damage, but the current must pass through the entire body of the enemy target. The weak effect is paralysis. Note that weaker currents can only paralyze. You must finish the job! I repeat, you must finish the job!"

As he spoke, he put his body into action and fired a Fireball at the spread out meat paste.

"Don't you have resistance to burning?" Pascal didn't understand the temporary comrade's methods.

"According to experience, as long as they are fully cooked, they will not be able to regenerate or split." At this time, the monsters around them were basically cleared out, but Pascal saw an unsettling detail:

What the military wizard meant by "well done" was to allow the meat paste to be completely and thoroughly carbonized. However, after the red heat faded, the charred black substance revealed some white ash, which peeled off from the charcoal and floated into the sky.

Pascal wondered if similar phenomena were occurring in the vicinity at the same time, if they were the cause of the exacerbation of the white miasma, if they would bring another rain of ash that would bring annihilation and monsters.

The so-called three unknowns, each one more frightening than the last, secretly frightened him.

Of course, other spellcasters also noticed the current situation. The number of monsters attacking the army on the south bank gradually decreased. Paul selected a group of mages to start collectively casting spells. They summoned wind and rain to try to prevent the second burning of ashes. The imperial army mages also selected some people to assist. However, others were more concerned about the situation on the north bank.

There is a headquarters stationed on the north bank, as well as more residential areas. The next move is very delicate. Under the current circumstances, both sides gave up fighting each other and blocked the invasion of the army by the monsters on the south bank, but what about the urban area on the north bank?

"We are short-staffed and should ask for help."

"Ask for help? We were fighting to the death just a few hours ago! How could you be so careless?"

"They have fought their way here. It's easier to get them to the North Shore than to get them out."

An argument broke out on the military wizard's communication channel, and a quarrel broke out directly between the Valois and the Imperials.

Originally, most of the Valois people just wanted to get away from this terrible and dirty thing, the farther away from this hellhole the better. What really triggered them was suspicion and doubt. Starting with the soldiers, almost everyone was blaming the other party for causing this disaster.

If both sides had not suffered heavy losses in this disaster, there would have been no room for quarreling at all, and the guns that had been put down against each other would have been raised again immediately.

But now it seems to be almost time. The Imperial Army wants to return to the city on the north bank for support, but is worried that the National Guard will take the opportunity to launch an attack.

The National Guard also wanted to retreat, but they were also somewhat reluctant and nervous, fearing that the Imperial Army would pursue them aggressively during their retreat.

After all, neither side has a safe distance now, and the external enemies around them seem to have been cleared away. These two waves of soldiers stand together and can start the second round of battle from long, medium or close distances at any time. At least now it has reached the stage of trash talking each other and accusing each other of being the source of the disaster.

"There are more people coming! They are the Imperial Army's reinforcements!"

A black shadow dotted the white skyline, which continued to deepen and expand. Only when it got closer could we see that it was the gray-robed army. Its general was unusually leading the way at the front of the team, indicating that this army was not going to fight the Valois.

The leader was Major General Richard, who gradually quickened the pace of his horse and began to charge, taking the lead.

On the way to the city boundary, a lot of monsters suddenly emerged from the ground, and their rapidly converging fleshy tentacles and spikes tried to intercept, touch, and devour the newcomers.

Richard was calm and composed. He raised his hand and condensed a ray of lightning. The mere stream that pierced through the air was enough to prevent the monsters from getting close. He quickly swung it forward like a spear of a god, clearing a safe path with sparks and lightning along the way.

"I'm so handsome?" Pascal couldn't help but swear.

"Use lightning magic directly. Could it be that the general has already accessed the public channel of our mages on the battlefield?" The accompanying mage beside Pascal thought more. He also thought of
The young man on horseback is a handsome man who is very much in line with the aesthetic standards of the empire. He is wearing a proper military uniform, and his golden hair still shines in the pale sunlight. What is more attractive is his determined eyes and the calmness when casting spells.
No wonder there were rumors circulating from aristocratic circles to the common people that the new Emperor William II had a "cross-border friendship" with the young general who had saved his life.

Bah, bah, bah, what was I thinking at this critical moment? The military wizard put away his thoughts. Pascal didn't expect that his temporary comrade next to him had such dirty thoughts. His attention was completely attracted by the imperial reinforcements galloping over on horseback.

"Sorry, I'm late." Richard tightened the reins, turned over and bowed slightly to his own and enemy soldiers.

(End of this chapter)