Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 539 Day and Night
The mages all acted together; they did not split up or scatter to hide.

Because before and just after entering the city, the flesh granulation monsters are characterized by large numbers, blindness and dementia, and they only accelerate when they are close to living people.

Therefore, it is the right choice to stay together and take care of each other. When there are the most and densest monsters, if you disperse, it is likely that the attackers will succeed when the team has time to charge and cast spells.

However, this strategy has now become a deadly trap, especially when the Blood Cavalry charged, the mages all made wrong judgments and released spells into the air.

However, the danger is to break out of the ground and the effect is outstanding.

Even though mages in combat almost all have self-defense spells, unfortunately most of them are only low-level, and most of them use the first-level [Spirit Armor], with at most an enchantment to reduce damage.

Richard raised his hands, and arcs of electricity covered his fists. In order to avoid accidentally hurting his companions, he fought the Blood Knight in close combat in this way.

Pascal admired this fighting style and was eager to follow. The senior brother applied [Battle Inspiration] to himself and also used [Electric Claw] to fight the enemy in close combat.

Without Paulina by his side, [Battle Incentive] can only work at this time.

Paul screamed in his heart, Richard's punches were powerful, his body was flexible and solid, it was obvious that he was well-trained, he could fight back and forth with Ilzhov's guards who were holding bloody knives and had mutated into monsters, while Pascal was just a show-off, relying entirely on spells and Paul's constant and anxious shielding for Pascal to make up for his flaws.

The last blood cavalryman was about to trample Pascal with his warhorse. The senior brother clenched his fist and exerted force. At the same time as he made an uppercut, a [Lightning Beam] shot out from bottom to top, piercing through the enemy, and the monster turned into pus that splashed everywhere.

At the same time, Paul's shield cleverly unfolded above Pascal's head, blocking these possible sources of pollution. Pascal also excitedly asked how he was doing.

"Isn't he handsome? You're so handsome, you alchemical stinky mud!" Paul wished he really had a lump of stinky mud in his hand - it often appears in alchemical cauldrons with strange raw materials, which have not been washed for a long time, or even have the residue of failed potions evaporated. At this time, he should smear it on the face of his ungrateful senior brother.

"I'm injured, hurry up, who has a healing scroll?" The Blood Knight's surprise attack still caused damage to the mages in the team. The uniforms, the soft armor lining and the low-level protection were all ineffective against the enemy's sabers. Some people were split from the shoulder blades. If they went deeper, they would not need treatment.

Wait, treatment. "Don't use the scroll!" "Stop!" Paul and Richard, the mage leaders of the two countries reminded at the same time, but they still finished one step.

The injured mage's companions were afraid that he would bleed too much, so they used the scroll at an exceptionally fast speed. However, the originally mellow green light now took on a strange look. With a flash of light, granulation tissue grew on the wound, but there was no sign of healing at all.

The mage being "treated" screamed in pain more and more miserably, the proliferating granulation tissue expanded and spread rapidly, and continued to tear the wound.
Ugh. Ugh. The companion holding the used scroll felt his stomach churning. He was the closest and saw clearly how he had accelerated the other person's death with good intentions.

Richard gathered the still moving pieces of meat and organs from a distance, while the other mages tacitly used various rays to completely "evaporate" their former companions.

"Sure enough, there are abnormalities in the healing spells." Paul pinched his brows: "We have come to such a dangerous place, why are you all so reckless?"

"Everyone has been through too many battles, and perhaps their energy has been greatly depleted." Richard followed up with a blushing face, then shouted seriously: "But a moment of trance can be fatal! Cheer up!"

Having said that, Richard himself also felt tiredness coming over him, but the sky was still bright and he could not see the sun, nor could he see the changes in daylight and time.

He took out his pocket watch and found that the hands had stopped moving. Was it damaged and stopped working during the battle? Richard suppressed the urge to yawn and discussed the next course of action with Paul and other Valois mages. The defending mage who was navigating for the group was still in fear. If it weren't for the cooperation of the three, he would most likely be chopped through from top to bottom. Now this "local" made a suggestion: "In addition to the damaged long-term magic-suppression device, this city also has an old-model machine that has been sealed. It should be said that the current situation is more suitable for activating the old machine to terminate various abnormal phenomena.

"The energy supply device has been dismantled."

"It doesn't matter. We have so many spellcasters. We can definitely give it a try." Richard became interested. He asked the guide to identify the map, and the other party knocked near the magic guild.

This is not surprising, as the equipment prepared by the Empire in the city is aimed at the guild headquarters first.

"In that case, we can go to the guild headquarters first. If there are still spellcasters resisting there, we can gain more power." Rather than looking for an impact-type device, Paul wanted to take a look at the situation of the Magic Guild and then establish communication with the outside world as soon as possible.

Logically speaking, the evacuated National Guard should have taken the news out of the area and let the outside world know, but so far there has been no new reinforcements.

Strange, how come it feels like so long and it's noon now, and the sky hasn't changed. Paul also took out a pocket watch, but the hands were flailing around, obviously it was broken.

"alert!"

More than one person heard the shouting, and the spellcasters used various means to detect and found that it was the people running in the neighboring street, and behind them was a new wave of monsters.

Ilzhov took in the entire North Shore city from top to bottom, paying particular attention to the mages.

Now the Mage Corps is near the former parade grounds and requisitioned barracks of the defending army. There are few soldiers and residents left here, and the other survivors are either hiding in buildings or lucky enough to move to the guild headquarters.

Ilzhov completed the control of many monsters and planned to drive all the survivors still in the building to the guild headquarters.

First, let all the people in the city go to the guild to increase the pressure on the defense system of the garrison, and then force the foreign mage group there, and finally catch them all in one fell swoop!
Ilzhov's plan was mediocre, but he had a good helper - the flesh and blood film covering the surface of the street surged, and his barbarian guards reappeared with their horses, accepting the orders of their master and continuing to prepare to harass Richard, Paul and others and block other forks in the road.

"It is indeed difficult to deal with low-level spellcasters gathered together, but they do not have the decisive and overwhelming power to reverse our ritual." The closer it got to the final moment, the calmer Ilzhov became. He took out a silver wine jug and took a sip. Gregory saw him and stared at him for a long time.

"Okay, it's almost time." The general yawned deeply and started the prelude to the last song:

Another round of ashes that could ignite the world began to fall, like heavy snow in Iltsov and Gregory's hometown.

Rorschach suddenly woke up from his sleep. After becoming a great wizard, he could stay awake for a long time, but he was still willing to give his brain a rest when time allowed. But this time he woke up inexplicably in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep again.

It is dark outside the window.

(End of this chapter)