Mage? Spell Engineer!

Iltsov focused on both sides. In addition to Richard and Paul's group who entered from the outside, there was also the magic guild in O'Ward.

The guild building is right on the shore. Now it has become a stronghold in the city to fight monsters. The standing tower gives people a sense of security, and they gradually gather around it to take refuge.

There are not many formal mages left in the guild, and it is mainly the apprentices who use the protective devices installed in the building to resist.

As a general entrusted with important responsibilities by the empire, Ilzov's understanding of magic guilds is not as good as that of spellcasters, but he still knows more than ordinary people.

He knew that he had to make a time lag - at the beginning of the war, due to the shielding effect of the anti-magic device, the communication node belonging to the city was offline. After the general imprisoned the obstructive Hench, he immediately ordered his soldiers to take over the post office and telegraph office. , so completely controlling the city's communications.

Then Ilzov must complete all the rituals before the guild station can restore the communication network. Otherwise, the worst-case scenario is that an archmage rushes to the scene through the teleportation array.

"Can you speed up the whole ceremony?" Iltsov said carefully to Grigory, with a tone of command and respect that he thought he had.

Gregory didn't care much about the general's attitude. Judging from his expression, he didn't care about anything that happened at this time. He was concentrating on pacing in front of the alchemy cabinet.

The original owner of the mage tower has disappeared long ago. He may still be in the army, or he may have died in battle. In short, the bottles and jars belonging to the tower owner are covered with a thin layer of dust.

Gregory pried off the caps of the bottles and sniffed them one by one. He didn't take a lick until he smelled the wine.

If it were one of his own soldiers who showed up like this in front of Iltsov, the pot-bellied general would not mind taking out his special extended copper-tipped belt and whipping Grigory into a spinning top, but now he just gave up in anger and pulled out the single Binoculars scanned the streets.

Ilzov had already decided that the center of the second ceremony would be at the magic guild's residence.

As a native of the North, after his ancestors were absorbed by the empire, Ilzov's family retained the tradition of supporting soldiers. They were all barbarians who were good at riding, shooting and looting. Now Ilzov uses the "gift" of the gods to His capable subordinates have made some "upgrades".

He opened the scroll covered in filth, walked to the window and sang loudly, the tone resonating from the general's belly full of energy. Even Gregory, who was looking for alcoholic liquids to drink, couldn't help but stop his work to listen, watch, and reveal an unknown smile under his messy beard and hair.

As a native of the North, Gregory vaguely remembered that his grandfather also called out in the wilderness, calling for the beginning of everything and calling for the end of all things.

Under the instructions of the spell, the flesh and blood that almost covered the streets began to move on their own. Instead of reconstructing more monsters, they found cracks in the ground and burrowed into the soil, returning to the embrace of Mother Earth.

Then regain your strength and go to strangle the enemy. They gather and surge underneath, growing stronger and stronger, as if the city is coming to life and the streets have become its beating pulse.

"What's the sound? Someone is singing?" Richard was surprised by the faint singing in the city, but soon only the howling north wind was left, making him think he was hallucinating.

The battle continued smoothly after entering the city.

This may be the time when the city of Orward has the largest number of mages in its history, and it's all concentrated in action.

With their previous accumulated combat experience, they are killing granulation monsters more and more efficiently. Most of them use thunder magic, and a few can emit silver holy light. Compared with the golden light of the Church of Order, they come from the sacred attribute damage emitted by the mages. Sharper, more aggressive.

"We have been clearing away the monsters, but there is no sign of interruption in the ceremony." Paul frowned and looked at the sky, which was still pale, with no sunlight or fluctuations visible, like an artificial white light curtain covering the entire city.

There are still shadows gathering on it, and the edges are like scattered ashes, which makes people very uneasy.

"There are fluctuations in magic power, but the core is the residence of the magic guild?" Richard's perception of environmental magic power is still the best among the accompanying mages (unless Rorschach is present), but this time his judgment is very cautious:

"I can only judge this way. If the core of the evil ritual is in the city, then it will be in the same direction as the guild relative to us."

Many of the accompanying mages were not members of the guild, and they immediately showed an "understood" look.

The mages of Valois are all members of the guild, so they naturally want to compete with each other. Pascal thought of a reasonable explanation: "It is probably because the connection between the station and the communication network was cut off during the expansion of the Forbidden Demon Realm, and now the guild is mobilizing magic power. Reconstruct the magic circle."

This view has aroused the recognition of many people. In the event of such a big change, as long as the brains of the people in the station building are not set on fire or eaten by the granulation monster, communications with the outside world should be restored as soon as possible.

"Is it possible that there are no man-made rituals and that disasters are purely natural phenomena? Well, I mean the emergence of other forces. For example, there have been several invasions of the Earth Goddess in Valuauna, and the Seraphim Cult Difficult." Paul proposed new thinking.

"Maybe it's all possible." Richard judged: "There is obviously some kind of power active. Based on our past common sense, the ritual should not be so easy to take effect since the Silent Era."

Now they are led by the spell casters in the defenders. The leader walks around with the map, and finally brings the mages back to the place where the defenders are temporarily stationed.

"Stop. Alert!"

The strong smell of blood!

Everyone suddenly became nervous. In front of the building site, the sentry post and barracks were all torn down. The crooked pillars and walls were still covered with connective tissue and dark red viscous liquid.

In the center of the parade ground stood several men in animal skins. They did not hold guns, but held curved sabers and stood with horses.

Both the people and the horses were bloody and misty in the winter, but the mist was very strange and slowly sank.

"Hey! Are you General Ilzhov's guards? What happened? Did monsters attack the barracks?" The leader of the army mage panicked and wanted to get close to the barbarian cavalry standing in the blood, but Richard did not have time to stop him. He had to use the [Mage's Hand] to grab the mage who was walking forward: "Look carefully!"

Only a blind or a fool would think that the person standing there is a normal person, but this caster made a fool of himself at this moment.

Another song sounded with a foreign tune. Suitable for baritone. Richard finally confirmed that he was not hallucinating.

Those people and horses seemed to have received an order and suddenly jumped up: the horse-shaped monster raised its front hooves and kicked, and at the same time the bloody man grabbed the horse's back and mounted it.

All the mages thought that they would jump and get close to each other, and all kinds of lightning and rays flew in the air. Unexpectedly, these bloody monsters plunged into the ground and melted into other sticky filth. The initial action just now was simply a preparation for diving.

"Here they come!"

Suddenly, three blue shields blocked the guides in front of and behind the army mages. Those monsters actually broke out of the ground directly, and the blood flow condensed into the appearance of cavalry again, and they swung their swords and began to slash.

[Blue Light Barrier] came from Paul, Richard, and Pascal one after another.

They exchanged surprised glances and expressions in an emergency, and the senior brother blurted out directly: "So you also."