At that moment, a series of roars sounded from various places on the Broken Bone Avenue.
The earth was wailing, the air roared, sweeping away dust and bricks and blasting them around, and people's screams and curses were drowned in the roar.
Of course no one would notice at this time that more than half of the physical simulacra of the Throat Staff flashing in the air instantly disappeared. The remaining half of the physical simulacra also began to become half-colored due to the turbulent flow of magic power.
Transparent, crackling with electric light as if the signal was unstable.
The lack of casters directly led to the collapse of the ritual. When the silver-gray nodes in the sky were extinguished one by one, violent currents immediately began to crawl on the dark clouds, and a hurricane with a slight odor swept through the air, and the air pressure instantly dropped.
The few people who could still remain calm began to panic.
At this moment, a silver-gray light flashed, and a tall, middle-aged man with long, slightly curly hair appeared instantly in the middle of the entire ceremony venue.
The violent wind caused by the disordered magic blows randomly in the air, blowing the man's long brown hair wildly, revealing the bronze skin that is rarely seen in the North. The most eye-catching thing is the man's horizontal side, as if he has held a blade in his mouth.
There are long scars that run through the lips and spread to both cheeks.
That person is Marcus.
After this gold-level wizard who had tried to contact the origin appeared in the air, he did not make a sound. He only made two simple gestures, and the gradually dimming silver-gray halo around him was instantly covered by more shining silver.
After he took over the leadership of the ceremony, the magic power not only stopped dissipating, but gathered together, growing brighter and darker with a frequency like breathing, and continued to multiply at a slow but steady speed.
Only one person joined the ritual, and the effect was almost as good as the Throat-Breaking Staff of nearly thirty people.
But he was also restrained in place by the ritual and could not escape.
No matter what happens, it must continue until at least three-quarters of the ritual is completed. Otherwise, the magic power of the reverse flow alone is enough to make the participants of the ritual lose control of the witchcraft. For himself, this is nothing more than
It only makes his success rate of casting spells drop significantly for a certain period of time; but for the Throat-Breaking Staff, which is already using magic beyond the control limit, this can almost kill them.
Marcus hated it so much that he almost broke his teeth.
I don’t know who I have offended recently. First, the two people His Majesty personally ordered to take care of were kidnapped by the Green Fruit Chain people, and then my own street fell into chaos due to the explosion.
He thought it was an accident, but he didn't expect that the explosion became particularly precise. Several witchcraft positions hidden underground were blown up into the sky with more than 20 of his carefully trained wizards.
Because of his transformation of the Throat Staff, these wizards who use frantic magic are no longer able to use ordinary defensive walls as defense. If they are covered in the core area of ​​the explosion by an explosion of this level without protection, it can be said that there is no way to die.
The whole body is certain. Whether Mo can be found depends on their position before death.
But in addition to anger, Marcus also had a fear of the planners of the explosion that could not be ignored.
He knew almost nothing about what caused the explosion. No matter the explosives used, the time and place of placement, how to find out the witchcraft position he set up, whether there was a spy or was betrayed by the higher-ups... everything.
He knew nothing about anything. He didn't even know what the person who caused the explosion wanted.
At the same time, he almost had a premonition-like fear lingering in his chest, and it became more and more obvious as time passed:
The number of witchcraft positions that were detonated was really dangerous. It was just right.
While maintaining his perception of the outside world and maintaining his protective witchcraft, Marcus can only replace six witchcraft positions at most. If Marcus is allowed to forcibly replace seven witchcraft positions to complete the ritual, then in a short time
Within a certain period of time, he will completely lose his sense of Orm's Wall - that is, he will completely lose the ability to cast spells.
What Marcus was afraid of was that since the other party had already identified five of his witchcraft positions, there was no reason why they couldn't find the remaining four.
If half of the remaining positions - no, even one of them - were detonated while he was conducting the ceremony, then Marcus would be almost tightly entangled here.
But the Green Fruit Lock couldn't let it go. I don't know who secretly passed on the news. The Green Fruit Lock seemed to have learned in advance that the Throat-Shattering Staff wanted a war. Marcus's wizard eyes were far away.
I saw from a distance that since the strange phenomenon appeared in the sky above Broken Throat Avenue, the Green Fruit Lock side had begun to prepare for war.
damn it!
Marcus's eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, and the wild blood from his father made his reason almost boil.
Originally, he should have taken the absolute initiative. But because of this inexplicable explosion, even if the other witchcraft positions were not detonated, he had to guide the ceremony with peace of mind until the end, but the initiative had been lost.
If he is allowed to successfully place this witchcraft within the scope of Qingguo Avenue, let alone the specific lethality, the street burning instantly will be enough to damage morale. Based on the average moral integrity of the mercenaries in the City of Fortune
, it can be said that after the first round of thunder and bombing, the opponent's miscellaneous army basically fled directly.
But now that the enemy has reacted and reacted, even if his witchcraft is completed immediately, it has lost its tactical value.
Marcus swore that if he found the bastard who planted a bomb on his street, he would put him in an iron coat full of blades, and then use his twisted stance to crumple the bastard into a ball along with the coat.
Looking down at the people who were gradually calming down, Marcus felt somewhat comforted.
If nothing else, at least I haven't spent my time here in vain these days.
These people believe in themselves so much, so at least, you must stick with them to the end!
With similar thoughts, the residents who were running around Roland stopped and stared at Marcus floating in the air.
Although they don't know much about the current situation, they at least know that if Lord Marcus can stabilize the situation, maybe they still have hope?
This group of ordinary people knew nothing about wizards, but they felt that no matter how powerful the wizards were, they wouldn't be able to defeat more than 300 skilled people with more than fifty wizards, right?
Especially some of the wizards seemed to have suffered something in the explosion...
But looking at Marcus's calm face, the long-lost courage seemed to slowly reverberate in his chest.
Maybe we can win?
No, even if you can't win, do you have to admit defeat before you start?
They thought of their bold words when they were young, of their relatives and friends who had lost their lives because of violating all kinds of messy rules, and of -
Just when they were still conflicted between escaping and staying here, an extremely excited young voice came from the side: "Master Marcus, come on!"
"Yes, Lord Marcus, come on!"
"Come on! Lord Marcus!"
"Damn it, I won't run away! I won't run away!"
That young voice seemed to be a fuse, and these residents felt it and shouted excitedly.
The emotions in people's hearts are intertwined with each other, and the courage that has not been seen for a long time is like sunshine, warming the hearts of the residents under the dark clouds.
That is the color of hope. It looks so beautiful in desperate situations.
After taking the lead in shouting, Roland cleared his throat, moved his feet lightly without leaving a trace, and left the position where he was standing.
Yes, it is a good thing to be excited and full of hope. Only in this way can Roland fulfill the expectations of his dormant mentor.
However, the current hope is too fragile, no different from an illusion. It only takes an easy blow to "awake" them. The hope in a desperate situation is as beautiful as glass but fragile. Only by treating this fragile
I hope that if it is forged into steel, there will be a possibility of saving them.
So, what can be used to forge hope?
Roland showed a dazzling smile.
"Nature is despair. Only despair that is drowning to the point of suffocation can make the rare hope become beautiful and touching, so..."
"In the name of unity, mutual aid, equality, and reproduction, No. 6 will detonate immediately! No. 8 will detonate with a delay of thirty seconds, and No. 9 to No. 12 will detonate with a delay of fifty seconds!"
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I’m going to Sanjiang today, please give me a Sanjiang ticket~ (bow)
But I feel a lot of pressure to go to Sanjiang in the same issue with so many great masters... Not to mention the bugs in the same area, there are also several old authors above LV3 and LV4 such as Huan Yu and Lao Mo... I feel like the top five are hanging (
The amount of help)
Chapter completed!