The first thing to be destroyed was the wall burning with flames.
Astonishing coldness erupted from Roland's body. Frost-white thin ice spread cracklingly from the ground. The suffocating cold wind exploded like a spiral, extinguishing the flames on the surrounding walls in an instant.
But before the flame disappeared, it did not tremble due to the cold wind. Instead, it was frozen in the air like a living thing, and then shattered.
Rather than saying that the fire on the wall was extinguished by the cold and strong wind, it is better to say that it was shattered.
After the flames completely disappeared, the surrounding walls decayed and twisted at an extremely fast speed. The black and burnt yellow scars that appeared after the fire ravaged appeared on the walls. Then, the ceiling became visible to the naked eye.
It was mottled and worn, and the floors were cracked.
This is undoubtedly the scene long after the Gargoyle Inn was destroyed.
"This can't be-"
Looking at the scene in the crystal ball, a young wizard with reddish brown hair and black-rimmed glasses couldn't help but look panicked.
In his mind, this was a scene that should never happen.
When he participated in the internship at the Waste Development Bureau before graduation, he had seen the effects of the witchcraft in the Old City.
If the witchcraft is operating normally, after the fire becomes more and more rapid and becomes unstoppable by ordinary means, this virtual hotel saved from the historical records of the Waste Development Bureau should be able to communicate with the "guests" inside.
They dissipate together; and if the disaster is prevented, this virtual hotel will remain for a period of time until all guests leave.
No matter what the situation is, it is impossible for the Old City to construct a scenario after its destruction, because this witchcraft simply does not have this function.
Unless the caster artificially changes the surrounding environment like this.
——But, how is it possible?
The young wizard was very sure that none of the adjustments he made would have such an effect.
Then, he focused his gaze on the face of the cold girl with black clothes and black hair.
It must be her problem.
"Su Zeren...who is she?"
The young wizard murmured in disbelief.
Worried that he was hallucinating, the young wizard bent over, with his face almost pressed against the crystal ball, and repeatedly confirmed whether he had made any mistakes in modifying the illusion.
He never believed that those two scum could actually survive in the dead end that was set up with so much effort...
"Damn it... It's the same in the tower, it's the same here... I know how to hide behind women, that pretty boy An Ruosi..."
The young wizard whispered through gritted teeth.
But he can't admit defeat.
An Ruosi finally left the White Tower and had only one chance.
If An Ruosi and Robert escape from the illusion and return to the White Tower, even the job he finally found at the Waste Development Bureau may be affected.
He gritted his teeth, took out the ceremonial knife again and cut hard on his left hand which was full of scars. Blood flowed profusely in an instant.
The blood floated spontaneously in the air, twisted into characters of various shapes and then printed on the crystal ball.
In his whisper, the crystal ball floated in the air again, spinning slowly.
——The magic power is not enough.
Less than half was left. The young wizard estimated his magic power and frowned.
Even with this crystal ball to assist in spellcasting, the scary illusions must be given up.
The only magic power left must be used to create something capable of killing people in order to break the deadlock.
The young wizard couldn't help but turn his attention to Roland.
He finally realized that compared to Robert and An Ruosi who were trapped in the illusion and couldn't extricate themselves, this woman was the most dangerous existence.
"Is it...a priest?"
He squinted his eyes and kept adjusting the angle of the picture. But no matter how he adjusted it, Roland's figure was completely hidden by the white snowstorm.
Through the white cold wind, one could vaguely see the flowing waist-length hair flying wildly, and the soft black robe was also rustled by the wind.
It is like an elf dancing in the snow. Its slender figure gives people the illusion that it will be broken by the cold wind if not careful.
But even though he couldn't see clearly what Roland looked like at this moment, the young wizard still looked at Roland blankly and couldn't help himself.
About half a minute later, he was awakened by a crashing sound.
Instantly, his eyes were filled with shock and fear.
"Naturally charming...could this woman be a goblin? Or a lust demon?!"
Suddenly, the young wizard no longer dared to look at Roland and could only move the screen away in a hurry.
But then he heard the weird breaking sound again.
The young wizard checked again and again and finally discovered that the shattering sound was coming from Roland's direction.
It sounded about once every two seconds - the sound was like the sound of fishermen chipping away at the ice in winter, or like the guards neatly hitting the ends of their spears on the ground.
And the shattering sound is getting louder and clearer.
An increasingly intense uneasiness surged from the heart of the young wizard. Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer and closed his eyes. He wiped his eyelids with the blood from his left hand.
If you can't see it with the naked eye, use detection magic.
We have to see clearly what she did——
But just when he looked at Roland with the vision of detecting witchcraft, he couldn't help but trembled all over, and the crystal ball fell directly to the ground.
"Karl? What are you doing? Why is there such a big movement?"
The boss's angry voice came from the next room, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.
"Don't you know how to maintain instruments? Just... Carl? No! Stop casting spells immediately!"
The boss's anger gradually became distant in Karl's ears.
Because the moment he looked at Roland using detection witchcraft, he saw something he shouldn't have seen.
Behind the cold and charming girl, a huge shadow with two eyes as high as two people was staring at him coldly.
When Carl saw the huge eyeball, he felt that his blood had turned into some kind of cold and sticky foreign object.
Even if he wanted to look away, it was impossible. Karl's gaze seemed to be sucked, and he could only look at the huge eyes behind Roland staring at him silently.
The skin of the eyeball is fragile and transparent, with countless colorful and slender little snakes crawling inside the eyeball, and the shape of the eyeball is constantly changing due to the squeezing of these little snakes.
In the very center of the eyeball, the only place without a small snake, is a circle formed by two black snakes that are close to the eyeball and devouring each other's tails.
Any little snake that touches this dim yellow circle will neigh and twist into a ball of flesh and blood, then burst open, releasing a violent dim yellow light.
Fortunately, before Karl could see clearly what was in the light, he felt a huge force coming from behind, and he was pushed directly to the side.
——It is the "repulsive bombardment" of the combat type.
He instantly recognized the witchcraft attacking him.
His head suddenly hit the corner of the table, and blood started to flow out.
But thanks to this, Karl's sight finally broke away from the crystal ball. After that, he didn't even have time to pay attention to his roaring boss, but turned off the detection witchcraft immediately.
Only then did Karl feel that he was bleeding from all his orifices, his head was ringing, and he couldn't stand up.
"You bastard! I told you that you are absolutely not allowed to use the Old City without the qualifications of an examiner! You are dead! No one can protect you!"
As if because he was ignored by Karl, his boss became even more furious.
Karl suddenly realized that his work and life seemed to be over.
As a trainee, he used top-secret items without authorization to try to kill innocent people. This crime was enough to make him die three times.
...what should be done?
"It's better to keep silent."
Karl completely ignored his boss who kept scolding him and just said to himself.
"How to silence me! Can you teach me? One is a disciple of the Star Caller, and the other is from the Titan royal family...wait, this black-haired woman looks familiar...can't be..."
Karl was immersed in a wonderful state and completely ignored what his boss was saying.
A dim yellow light flickered in Karl's eyes, and his bleeding left hand stopped bleeding. A thin snake emerged from the wound on his left hand while shaking its head.
Seeing his boss looking down at the crystal ball with his back turned to him, Karl shook his groggy head again, stood up quietly with salivation, and grabbed his boss's neck with both hands from behind.
Originally, with Karl's current physical condition, even a sneak attack would not be able to defeat his boss, who had a silver-level spellcasting level. But the moment he grabbed his neck, the small snake on his left hand also bit him simultaneously.
on his boss's throat.
Immediately, dark yellow spider web-like cracks spread densely from his neck. The silver-level wizard with the tall body unique to the Su Ze man suddenly spit out foam, his whole body became weak, and his pupils began to dilate——
However, neither of them noticed that after the increasingly louder breaking sound reached a limit, the crystal ball behind them finally shattered.
"Got you."
A cold voice came from behind the two entangled people, and the frost-white cold wind surged over, drowning the two people in an instant. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http