Under high temperature and high pressure, the entire factory has completely turned into scorched earth.
On the ground that had been blasted by the explosion, countless chimney-like pillars of fire and smoke were slowly rising into the sky. Not long after, they turned into a small mushroom cloud and appeared in the air.
"Teleport, or flash?"
Quintus slowly fell from the sky. The classical white robe on his body exuded a quiet and peaceful power. It illuminated itself without any light. Under the iron mask, his dark blue eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light as sharp as a sword shone softly in the depths of his pupils.
Yang, like a snake looking down at its prey indifferently.
"Did you avoid my fireball technique?"
He walked to a half-charred broken wall, stretched out his index finger from his wide robe, and gently pressed his slender white hand against the corner of the wall, slowly stroking the black and red hot wall, inch by inch.
Another inch of movement, as if caressing the beautiful woman's smooth and delicate skin.
The high temperature of the fire, which exceeds 500 degrees, seems to be a trivial matter to him. Whether it is flashover, explosion, thick smoke, electric leakage or lack of oxygen, it cannot affect him.
In the hell-like ruins of the fire, Quintus moved his fingers according to a special pattern, and roaring laughter came from his throat from time to time.
Like an evil spirit coming out of the mist, or like a spirit in the fire.
"It's so funny. It's just a few magic apprentices, and they actually ran away? Ran away from my hands??? Hoho~hohohohohoho!!!"
Half a minute later, Quintus laughed and raised his head from the wall.
As he withdrew his hand, the half of the gray and hot broken wall suddenly exploded and turned into countless flying dust.
"It's not teleportation. There are no traces left after the spell was cast. So it's just a matter of disembodiment?"
Quintus muttered to himself, and then took out a slender and gorgeous silver staff from his sleeve that was as short as a forearm.
The two sides of the staff are carved with the wings of gryphons. In the middle of the staff, several ancient and elegant, uncut large emeralds are inlaid in it. The color is so beautiful that it makes people palpitate.
"Come! The past comes again!"
He raised his staff and struck it in the air, causing the air to ripple violently, and then countless fragments of light and shadow weaved into shape three figures.
In the picture, a woman hugged a wooden box tightly, looking toward the sky with desperate eyes. Beside her, a red-haired man roared unwillingly, and there was also a black-haired man wearing glasses. Although his face was also full of fear,
He still opened his arms firmly and stood in front of the two people like a protector.
"What a bunch of ignorant lambs. Is ignorance also happiness for you?"
Quintus shook his head contemptuously and struck the air with his staff again.
The time that happened in the past was stretched hundreds or thousands of times under this spell, and it happened again.
In this pleasure of seemingly being able to control everything, Quintus watched with interest as his fireball skills fell from the sky bit by bit. The expressions of the three gradually became desperate, collapsed, and finally turned completely gloomy.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Quintus' eyes became serious.
He raised his staff and lightly swiped it, and the images that had been played were recalled again.
In the flashback image, at the moment when the fireball was about to fall, the woman uttered a few syllables vaguely, and then the box in her arms opened, swallowing the woman and the two men, and disappeared.
Then, the fireball fell. The terrifying high temperature and shock wave generated by the explosion leveled the entire factory to the ground, and almost rolled up the land.
"So that box is a containment object? Damn it."
Quintus frowned and stood in the fire scene, with small explosions and flashovers happening around him: "Sequence three, or sequence four? There is no information about it in my memory... What is its function, is it teleportation, or is it...
Transfer the affected people to a subspace? By the way, are those still alive?"
"It would be troublesome if he died. The instructor said he would be captured alive."
Quintus sighed, scratched his head in distress, and then laughed again: "Forget it, just die if you die, but being able to harvest a new containment object for the church is an unexpected surprise."
The classical white robe on his body moved slightly, and the almost whispering spell summoned some invisible power in the void. The invisible fluctuations overlapped and gathered into an illusory and huge terrifying monster.
It was five meters tall, and its sarcoma-like muscles were squeezing crazily against each other. It looked deformed and weird, like a deformed creation painted by the craziest painter in an extremely frightening nightmare.
This abominable monster was holding a long scythe, and the blade was stained with a thick layer of coagulated blood. Its legs, which were thicker than elephant legs, were kneeling in front of Quintus, and it was screaming in its throat.
A flattering purring sound.
"Come, my darling, smell them, if they are still alive..."
Quintis smiled: "It's like a hunting dog, biting them hard!"
The troll became excited, stretched out its fat and long tongue and licked the rubble, rolled the flames and smoke into its mouth, and chewed them together.
Suddenly, a portal appeared not far from the giant monster, and an angry voice sounded from inside the door.
"Quintus, was that your spell just now? You cast it in the area of the Republic of America? Damn it! Are you crazy?!"
A man also wearing a classic white robe and an iron mask on his face appeared from the portal. He gave the troll a wary look, then cast his eyes angrily at Quintus, his tone was a little angry:
"This is not the Confederacy. You are crazy! People from the Foundation will not notice it. Just wait, we will be hunted to death by the Foundation! Quintus, what are you thinking?!"
"It's just a necessary measure." Quintus glanced at him lightly: "If it weren't for that containment object, the little mice would have died long ago."
"But you..."
"Lunde, shut up, you won't die as long as I'm here!" The man still wanted to complain, but Quintus's eyes were cold and indifferent, which made him mute: "I am the archbishop's most perfect student, the Foundation
You can't kill me, and you don't dare to kill me. After all, while you were gambling online and watching movies, I was in the library, reading ancient magic books one by one."
"Would such a magic genius die in such an unknown small city?" Quintus clapped his hands arrogantly: "Stop joking, Lunde!"
Negligence and carelessness have always been the enemies of magic.
Lund wanted to give a warning, but when he saw the gorgeous silver staff waving in Quintus' hand, he shut up.
"Okay, okay, Quintus, put your troll away."
Lund pointed to the portal behind him: "I have left the juice of the Mouse Flower on them before. Now my night demon should have entangled them. Let's go together. After we deal with them, we will return to the Confederacy. I
I really don’t want to stay in America for one more minute.”
"Oh!" Quintus' eyes lit up: "Lunde, you have done a great job!"
"Let's go, let's go!"
During the spell, the troll turned into a cloud of smoke and wrapped itself around Quintus's hand. He patted Lund on the shoulder as a commendation. Just as he was about to enter the portal, his left foot stopped inexplicably and his body remained motionless.
"Hey, Lund."
Quintus blinked meaningfully: "Don't worry, just listen."
A siren sounded loudly in the distance, and the alternating red and blue warning lights pierced through the smoke of the fire. You could faintly hear the sound of countless footsteps approaching, and countless heartbeats ringing outside.
"Wait, Quintus..." Lund's expression changed, guessing his intention.
"The bastards of America are here. As a member of the Confederacy, how could I not take action?"
Quintus raised his eyebrows frivolously.
In Lund's shocked eyes, he gently opened his five fingers, and a long and narrow blade of chaotic light that constantly changed its shape appeared in his palm.
The fourth type of magic, the Blade of Orutik——
The dazzling, violent, and terrifying light blade suddenly tore through the air, cutting through everything at a speed that could not be sensed or evaded. Thunder with hundreds of thousands of volts radiated from the surface of the light blade like a waterfall. The police who came to the rescue
The team had no room to dodge at all. They didn't even have time to scream. Their bones were easily cut open by the light blade, and they were blasted into their bodies by destructive thunder. Their internal organs were carbonized, and their vital signs quickly disappeared.
But in an instant, the outside world has become a thundering hell.
"Let's go." After confirming that everyone who came to the rescue was dead, Quintus patted Lunde, who was stunned: "Hurry up, we have to catch mice."
"...We will die."
The violent thunder and lightning are still roaring, and the densely packed "electric snakes" are leaping and refracting in the ruins. Countless charred bodies have long lost their pre-birth shape, and even the vehicles are only a small mass with no visible shape.
The iron box.
"The Foundation will definitely kill us..."
"Hey! Elena! Wake up!!!"
The whole world is spinning violently, and all the colors are quickly detached, distorted, and distorted...
Amidst the confusion of fainting and nausea, voices appeared vaguely in her ears. Elena opened her eyes with difficulty and saw the faces of Gehrman and Alger who were about to cry.
"You..." She reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth, and then spit it out.
Blood spurted out of her mouth like water, as if a warm, charming, red snake emerged from her body and slowly crawled out along her internal organs.
"It's so strange... Where is this..." She saw the hair hanging down from the corners of her eyes clearly. While coughing and vomiting blood, she couldn't help but tremble: "My hair has turned white..."
"...Go! Go! Elena! We can't stay here!"
Alger, who was wearing glasses, took a deep breath, held back his tears and carried the woman on his back: "You are injured, I will take you to the hospital, and now we are still in Blanc City! The executioners will catch up at any time!"
Gehrman on the side also woke up from a dream. He wiped away his tears, picked up the steel pipes scattered on the ground next to him, and ran to the front to lead the way.
…
The three of them ran desperately towards the distance. At this moment, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed. The huge moon wheel broke through the clouds and hung under the gray-blue sky. The waterfall-like moonlight poured towards everyone.
"Gehrmann, Gelmann?"
After an unknown amount of time, the person in front suddenly stopped suddenly. The air seemed to condense at this moment, making people uneasy. Alger touched his shoulder in confusion, and the person fell straight down like a stiff stone statue.
He went down without saying a word.
puff!
A hole the size of a coin appeared on the forehead of the fallen Hermann. Blood and white brains flowed inside and flowed out along the hole, dyeing the asphalt cement road scarlet red.
He is dead——
A small magic missile penetrated his head, breaking his head open without anyone noticing, and smashed the brain inside.
"Hey, Gehrman..."
Algemu then took a few steps back. Elena behind him couldn't help crying, and warm blood and tears gushed out, quickly wetting his back.
"Ho ho ho, the first little mouse."
On the distant pendant tower, a silver-white portal opened in the night sky.
Quintus and Lund slowly walked out of the portal. One of them had a contented smile on his face, while the other was a little anxious.
"Originally I wanted to capture you alive, but I'm sorry because now I have to run away in a hurry."
Quintus bowed apologetically to the two of them, with a sincere smile on his face:
"So, please die together."
The young and handsome genius mage opened his hand gently, and a golden light spot the size of a grain of rice flew out from his palm and slowly floated up in the air.
It is so small, so light, and its soft flame is like a firefly flying out of the lush sorrel beside the shallow water beach in July... This weak light seems to be extinguished at any time in the night wind, so bright
Almost negligible.
Before they had time to escape, the light spot had already arrived in front of them.
"Bang!"
Quintus snapped his fingers and let out a playful pop.
