Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 101: The Caster's Fury

Around midnight, Fair Holden and the Eye of Illusion, who had taken a short break at the Spellcaster's Manor, received the witch hunter intelligence from the forum member "Earth-Favoured" on time.

Without any delay, the two of them immediately cast a mid-level fourth-ring concealment spell on themselves, then flew out of the window of the manor room and headed straight for the destination indicated by the intelligence.

There are many kinds of flying spells that can only be learned and used by high-level spellcasters, but each one consumes a lot of stored magic power. Unless it is a battle or an emergency, it is generally not easily used to travel.

Facing the biting cold wind in the sky at night, Fair and the Eye of Illusion flew towards the northwest of the manor, away from the suburbs in the direction of Barkley Capital.

"The location information provided by Mr. Earthbender is very accurate." The Eye of Illusion, which was clearly using an amplification device to harness the wind, said to Fel, who was flying beside him. "It's an abandoned mountain monastery by the church, and it's also the main gathering point for witch hunters in the Barclay Capital."

Feier pondered for a moment. "The Earth-Follower is indeed very familiar with the Church's whereabouts. Haha, if I hadn't exchanged spells with him on the forum many times before, I would have suspected him of being a Church spy..."

"You're truly humorous," the Eye of Illusion laughed heartily. "Tonight is the Holy Day of the Radiant Believers. As a classical faction of the church, the witch hunters will surely gather together to perform the midnight prayer ritual, making it a perfect opportunity for us to catch them all in one fell swoop."

Fell nodded. "Very good. I'll leave the task of setting up the anti-magic array outside the monastery to you."

The two flew at high speed for about an hour and soon arrived near the mountain stream monastery. They slowly landed in a dense forest not far from the monastery.

A layer of thick black flames quickly burned on Fair Holden's black wizard short dress, but it did not emit a high temperature. It only formed an illusory shield around his body.

This is a universal protective spell of the fire elemental system - the five-ring spell "Black Flame Shield", which can last for fifteen minutes and is immune to most physical damage without additional magic energy.

The Eye of Illusion also activated its own protective magic, forming a blurry shadow outside the body that distorted the light.

After turning his head to take a look, the corners of Fel's mouth curled up slightly. He always had a sharp eye and was experienced. He could tell at a glance that this was the force field magic that arcane spellcasters were best at. It seemed that his temporary combat partner was a high-level arcane mage.

He is also a spellcaster who excels at transformation and force field magic.

He released the instrument of the anti-forbidden magic spell array from the storage ring and placed it properly in an open space in the woods. Although the maintenance time of this array is short, its coverage area is extremely large. After activation, it can almost cover half of the valley where the monastery is located.

"The anti-magic forbidden area can only last ten minutes, let's just take action!"

The Eye of Illusion nodded to Fel. "I'm responsible for leading those witch hunters out of the monastery, so that they won't be scattered and hiding in the monastery, and we won't have to waste time picking them out one by one and dealing with them individually..."

As he spoke, he squatted down, pressed his palms tightly to the ground, opened his mouth and began to recite the spell silently.

He didn't even use the instant casting technique?
Fair narrowed his eyes in surprise, looking at his companion's strange behavior in confusion. Could it be that the analytical model of this spell was too profound and complicated, and he was not yet able to engrave it into the magic pattern?

Suddenly, he felt invisible ripples spreading out from the palms of the Eye of Illusion, quickly transmitting into the ground, and sweeping towards the monastery like a powerful wave lurking in the earth.

Then he felt the ground shaking a little, but not violently enough to prevent him from standing steadily.

When Fair looked up at the monastery not far away, he was surprised to find that the entire towering monastery was shaking slightly with this frequency, and the amplitude of the shaking was getting bigger and bigger.

I could hear the loud clanging sounds of bricks rubbing against the ground, glass interlocking with window frames, and doors opening and closing.

"Simulated earthquake?"

Mr. Eye of Illusion wants to directly collapse the monastery and drive out those witch-hunting scum?
I didn't expect that he looked elegant and refined, but in fact, he handled things even more simply and roughly than me...

Fair couldn't help but look again at the Eye of Illusion squatting on the ground casting a spell, and found that even if he released the strongest amplified fire explosion spell, it would not be possible to easily blow up a monastery building without a protective magic circle.

At least five high-level elemental magic attacks are needed to achieve the effect that Mr. Eye of Illusion has currently achieved... You really can't judge a book by its cover!

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A chaotic noise gradually emerged from the brightly lit monastery.

Then the door suddenly opened, and a group of believers in pure white robes and priests wearing embroidered gold crowns staggered out from inside.

"Oh Lord! There's an earthquake! Run!"

"Help! I can't stand!"

Several bricks and stones fell from a great height, hitting the heads of a few lucky people who were running at the front of the fleeing crowd. They only had time to let out a muffled groan before they fell to the ground and died instantly.

The windows on the monastery's outer wall shattered in the violent shaking, and the fragments of glass fell like raindrops, causing another wailing from the crowd below.

Someone, in a moment of panic, actually crashed out of a broken window on the second or third floor, and fell to the ground on the first floor with a thud...

"That's almost it, Mr. Son of Fire. Now it's your turn to perform." The Eye of Illusion slowly retracted its hands from the ground and looked very calmly at Phil Holden who was standing beside it.

"I thought you were going to just rock the monastery down and be done with it."

"Haha, if the monastery collapses, how are we going to count the hunting results of this operation? Do you have to dig out their bodies one by one with your hands?" The Eye of Illusion seemed to be in a very happy mood and teased Fair.

Fair immediately shut up and stopped discussing the issue with the other party.

Humph, once this guy joins the forum, there will be plenty of opportunities to have an "academic debate" with him!
He turned his gaze towards the monastery and immediately locked onto a tall man in a priest's robe, who was the last one to rush out of the gate.

The bloodline power in him, which belongs directly to the church, cannot be suppressed or hidden under the perception of high-level spellcasters.

A mid-level bloodline knight with the innate ability of "Forbidden Magic Field"!
After he rushed out of the monastery, he was holding a sharp sword in his hand that was clearly flashing with enchanted light, and angrily scolded the believers and witch hunters who were in a mess.

Suddenly, a strong magical wave came from the direction above his head, and the Blood Knight immediately looked up.

Under the light of the silver moon which was lightly covered by dark clouds, a tall and strong man with red hair and black clothes was standing quietly in the sky.

The strong magical fluctuations were coming from the huge red fireball that was gradually gathering in his hands.

"It's an evil wizard!" The Blood Knight gritted his teeth and roared towards the sky, but unfortunately he did not have the ability to fly and fight.

He could only watch the spellcaster above his head as he completed the condensation of the instant spell at an extremely fast speed.

He raised a red fireball that was even bigger than the silver moon high in his hands, and then blasted it straight towards the gate of the monastery, where the largest number of refugees gathered.

The Blood Knight subconsciously wanted to activate his innate ability, but found in despair that his bloodline power seemed to have suddenly lost its vitality and no longer responded to his call.

Just as the huge fireball was about to hit him, a curse filled with anger and disgust rang in his ears at the last moment of his life.

"Fuck you witch hunters!"

(End of this chapter)