Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 538 It turns out you are too
Iltsov focused on two sides. In addition to Richard and Paul who entered from the outside, there was also the magic guild in Oward.

The guild building is right on the shore. Now it has become the city's stronghold against monsters. The towering tower gives people a sense of security, and they gradually gather around it for refuge.

There were not many official mages left in the guild, and it was mainly apprentices who used the protective devices installed in the buildings to resist.

As a general entrusted with important tasks by the empire, Ilzhov knows more about the magic guild than ordinary people, although he does not know as much as spellcasters.

He knew that he had to create a time difference - when the war started, due to the shielding effect of the anti-magic device, the communication nodes belonging to this city were offline. After the general imprisoned the troublesome Hench, he immediately ordered his personal soldiers to take over the post office and telegraph office, thus completely controlling the city's communications.

Then Iltsov must complete all the rituals before the guild headquarters restores the communication network. Otherwise, the worst case scenario is that a great wizard will rush to the scene via the teleportation array.

"Can you speed up the whole ceremony?" Iltsov said to Gregory in a measured tone, with both command and what he thought was respect in his voice.

Gregory didn't care much about the general's attitude. From his expression, it seemed that he didn't care about anything that was happening at the moment. He was pacing in front of the alchemy cabinet with great concentration.

The original owner of the Mage Tower had long disappeared. He might still be in the army, or he might have died in battle. In any case, the bottles and jars belonging to the tower owner were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Gregory pried open the bottle caps and sniffed each one until he smelled alcohol, then he took a lick.

If it was one of his own soldiers who acted like this in front of Iltsov, the big-bellied general would not mind pulling out his specially made extended copper-headed leather belt to beat Gregory like a top, but now he just gave up in disappointment and pulled out a monocular telescope to scan the street.

Ilzhov had already decided to set the center of the second ceremony at the magic guild headquarters.

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

He opened the scroll covered with traces of filth, walked to the window and chanted aloud, with a tone that resonated from his belly. Even Gregory, who was looking for alcoholic liquid to drink, couldn't help but stop what he was doing to listen, watch, and reveal an unknown smile under his tangled beard and hair.

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

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

Then they recovered their strength and went to strangle the enemy. They gathered and surged below, becoming stronger and stronger, as if the city had come alive, and the streets became its beating pulse.

"What's that sound? Is someone singing?" Richard was surprised at the faint singing in the city, but soon only the whistling of the north wind remained, making him think he was hallucinating.

After entering the city, the battle continued smoothly.

This may be the moment when there are the most mages in the history of the city of Oward, and they are acting together.

With the combat experience accumulated previously, they became more and more efficient in killing the flesh granulation monsters. Most of them used lightning magic, and a small number could emit silver holy light - compared to the golden light of the Church of Order, the sacred attribute damage emitted by the magician was sharper and more aggressive.

"We have been clearing out the monsters, but there is no sign of the ritual being interrupted." Paul frowned and looked up at the sky. It was still pale, without any sunlight or fluctuations, as if an artificial white light curtain enveloped the entire city.

And there are shadows gathering above it, and the edges look like flying and scattered ashes, which makes people feel very uneasy.

"There are fluctuations of magic power, but the core is the headquarters 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 we are in the same direction as the guild." Many of the mages accompanying the army were not members of the guild, and they immediately showed a look of "I understand".

The mages of Valois are all members of the guild, so they naturally have to save their reputation. Pascal thought of a reasonable explanation: "It is very likely that the connection between the base and the communication network was cut off during the deployment of the forbidden magic field. Now the guild is mobilizing magic power to reconstruct the magic circle."

This view was shared by many people. After such a major incident, as long as the brains of the people in the base buildings were not set on fire or eaten by the flesh monsters, communication with the outside world should be restored as soon as possible.

"Is it possible that there is no human ritual and the disaster is simply a natural phenomenon? Well, I mean the emergence of other forces. For example, there have been several invasions by the Mother Earth in Valuvana, as well as the persecution of the Seraphim." Paul put forward a new idea.

"Perhaps both are possible." Richard judged: "Obviously there is some kind of power active. According to our past common sense, the ritual should not be so easy to take effect since the Silent Age."

Now they were led by a spellcaster among the garrison. The leader walked around with a map and eventually led the mages back to the temporary station of the garrison.

"Stop. Alert!"

Strong smell of blood!

Everyone's nerves suddenly tensed up. In front of the construction site, the sentry post and barracks were all torn down, and the crooked pillars and walls were still covered with connective tissue, and dark red viscous liquid was flowing.

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

Both humans and horses were covered in blood, and mist was rising in the winter, but the mist was very strange and slowly sank downwards.

"Hey! Are you General Ilzhov's personal guard? What happened? Did monsters attack the barracks?" The leading mage tried to approach the barbarian cavalry standing in the blood, but Richard didn't have time to stop him. He had no choice but to use the [Mage's Hand] to grab the mage who was walking forward and said, "Take a closer look!"

Only a blind or fool would think that the person standing over there is a normal person, but the spellcaster made a stupid mistake at this moment.

Another exotic tune sounded, suitable for a baritone. Richard was finally sure 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 climbed on it.

All the mages thought that they would jump close to the enemy, and all of a sudden all kinds of lightning and rays flew in the air. Unexpectedly, these bloody monsters dived into the ground and melted in the other sticky filth. The opening action was simply a preparation for diving.

"coming!"

Suddenly, three blue shields blocked the guide's front and back. The monsters actually broke out of the ground, and the blood condensed into the shape of cavalry, swinging their swords and starting to hack and slash.

【Blue Light Barrier】Comes from Paul, Richard, and Pascal.

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

(End of this chapter)