A wizard in a robe looked at the raft that was escaping back with disappointment. Less than half of the nearly two hundred infantrymen sent up came back, and the rest were also in a state of despair, with expressions of relief that they had survived the evil ghost's fangs.

 He sighed, turned around helplessly and said:

“It seems that it is not easy to break through this outer wall. The terrain there can only deploy seven or eight warriors at a time. Even if we defeat the wolf-like knight, we will probably have to face more and more powerful Beyonders.

“We need armor-piercing hammers, battle axes, heavy swords, determined soldiers and powerful Beyonders.

“Lord Lance, in short, only the leaders and heroes of the army can defeat such a ferocious enemy.”

The wizard expressed his opinion, and all the warriors wearing armor around him turned their heads and looked at a tall villain wearing heavy armor, and they all agreed.

“The master mage is right.”

 “Lord Lance, I listen to you!”

Rebel leader Lance calmly glanced at the man under the tent with eyes as sharp as a vulture: "Fang Fang Holland, if you can kill that knight, one-third of the wealth of Bate Manor will be given to you."

The leader whose name was called just snorted: "That's it? Everyone knows that these poor nobles don't have much money except territory and food. Their money has been turned into securities and bonds. It is not easy to turn it into cash.

I'm going to fight with these iron cans to get one-half of the manor's capture, and Mad Dog Matt and Lame Lupine are coming with me."

Lance narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded slowly, and pointed to a soldier on the other side of the tent: "That's it. Steel Rod Philo, you bring your double swords and horse ropes, and the iron ax Wall. You two go together.

Each road received two hundred heroes, and whoever could kill the knight would get one-half of the manor.

“Master Daruno, you lead two hundred infantry to follow. After breaking through the village wall, immediately attack the castle.”

After receiving the order, the seven leaders responded in agreement, and then they pushed each other towards the outside of the tent.

Master Reed, who defected to the rebels, watched the leaders leave, turned around and spoke again: "Although the leaders are brave, and Lord Daruno's curse is also very powerful, there are still powerful Sequence 6 extraordinary beings sitting in the manor.

The leaders are just afraid that they are unable to cope with it."

 Lance stood up, his little eyes shining brightly: "Otherwise, why do you think I sent them up in the first place?"

 …

Lana sat on the slope for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps behind him. He turned his head and found that Fiona was actually wearing an exquisite silver breastplate and ran to the gap. He couldn't help being shocked and said

: "Why did you come to such a dangerous place? Where is the sealed artifact?"

"The sealed artifact is ready~ I brought you breakfast!" The girl with long hair reaching her waist opened the paper bag in her hand and stuffed a piece of fragrant sausage into Lana's hand, "Can you eat that bit of bread?

full."

Lana smiled, took the sausage and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said: "The rebels will come up soon. This time their Beyonders and elite soldiers will take action. Please keep the things."

Get off and go back quickly."

Fiona shook her head repeatedly, stood on tiptoes and looked at the vast ocean in the distance: "They are coming soon. I am here to protect you. Just listen to me! Professor and the others will launch a large-scale attack on the castle later.

Curse, during this period, we have to block the gap and prevent them from rushing in.

“Besides, without me continuously supplying them with magic power, the effect will be compromised when you want to use it later.”

As the girl spoke, she pointed in the direction blocked by the building: "If we cannot hold on, Murat will bring the militia reserve to come up to meet us."

Before the two people could reach a conclusion in their argument, the large black raft appeared again on the turbid yellow water.

The bandits each had their heads wrapped in dirty red and yellow turbans, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands and roaring from a distance. This time, more than one-fifth of their team was equipped with various armors, and they were equipped with swords and guns.

, the momentum is far better than before.

A strong archer emerged from the raft, opened his strong bow at Lana, and shot an arrow with a "whoosh" sound. Fiona drew out the long sword at her waist like lightning, and knocked down the arrow with one blow before Lana could.

On the ground.

 “Look! I’m very powerful!”

The raging flood has subsided. As soon as the raft approached the muddy ground under the city wall, Venomtooth Holland and a group of leaders started yelling and cursing, urging his minions to jump off the raft and rush up the slope through the shallow water.

“New gods and old gods, there is a beauty on that piece of mud. Am I dazzled?”

A rebel had just squeezed out of the raft with a dagger between his teeth. When he looked up, he saw a slim blond girl beside the tall black-armored guard on the slope.

Her whole body is wrapped in exquisite silver plate armor, and she wears a silver helmet with outstretched wings. Her long blond hair hangs down to her slender waist, and her slim and tall figure is as alluring as a fairy on a mural.

“I guarantee you with the beard of the Kitchen God, you are not dazzled. That little beauty is wearing a white skirt under the armor, and there is not even a trace of mud on it.”

The bandits were whispering among themselves, and even began to discuss who would go first and who would come last after grabbing the girl. The fallen mage Daruno, who was originally leading the rear, even cursed his men and asked them to make way for him to be the first wave to land.

.

　　Only Venomfang Holland’s eyes were flashing with thought, and he actually stepped back from the crowd.

The crossbowmen among the bandits had already approached more than a dozen steps away and shot a round of locust-like arrows at Lana. Lana hurriedly hid Fiona behind him and took half a step back to the back of the slope.

The horse-cutting sword and the great cloak resisted the rain of arrows.

"Stop, stop! If you shoot the little beauty to death, I will kill your dogs!" Steel Rod Philo was already yelling wildly, and kicked a crossbowman into the water.

 …

On the low and roofless castle tower of Baron Bethe, Professor Witzleben looked down at the rebels crawling in like ants, raised his hand to make a vague gesture, and chanted an obscure spell. A wave of fluctuations surged in the bloody air.

In the fog, vague shadows and bursts of arcs appeared in the sky above the area where rebels gathered outside the gap.

 A dignified sense of oppression appeared on the battlefield. The wind and air seemed to be blocked by invisible walls and were slowly compressing inconspicuously.

Witzleben's cold eyes swept across the hundreds of rebels, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

“Each group is ready to activate the magic spell I have assigned to you.

“Isius, activate the spiritual link and give everyone the coordinates.”

Viscount Isius nodded and sprinkled the charged dust crystals in the magic circle that had been prepared. His clear thoughts extended to the consciousness of the dozens of magic students present and gathered under the tower.

An illusory but clear three-dimensional image formed in my mind.

In this image, the castle, the village walls, the water and the swarming rebels are vivid. The blocking Rana and the friendly forces scattered in the distance are prompted by soft blue light, while the rebel brigade appears as densely packed red dots.

 A few seconds later, a faint dotted line appeared in front of the red dot, marking their trajectory.

A grid-like shadow appeared in the huge battlefield image, and several columnar vortex air masses marked the spell-casting positions of each spell team. These positions were placed in the breach and in the surrounding water to deflect the incoming rebels.

The army was surrounded on three sides by the village wall.

At the core of this series of whirlpool trajectories, where the rebels are about to resist, there are three groups of intertwined ripples gathering and squirming, covering almost all the rebels in an ominous and terrifying sight.

 The psychic network links everyone present. They can get the real-time full picture of the battlefield drawn and shared by Isius without letting go of their minds and privacy. According to the arrangement that has been decided, a catastrophe is about to come.

Berthier, Dedeus and several classmates were surrounding a blue magic circle, singing in unison. For trainee mages with insufficient mental strength, casting spells together can activate powerful magic that can only be used by Sequence 7 casters.

It's a curse, but it has very high requirements for everyone's coordination, compatibility and qualifications.

Sonia and several other classmates also stood beside the already drawn magic circle. Their configuration has begun to show results, becoming more stable and stronger.

The rafts collided one after another, and the leaders headed by Steel Rod Philo immediately shouted and rushed towards Rana.

 Lana protected Fiona behind him and slashed at the swarming bandits with one sword.

Wherever the sword light struck, four or five enemies immediately screamed and fell to the ground. Others were seized by the anger and kept their pace.

 Suddenly a figure emerged from the crowd and hurried over.

 “Remove his great sword!”

The ordinary hands of the rebel leader Lame Lupine suddenly swelled into huge limbs as thick as buckets. He stepped out with an astonishingly large steel fork and thrust it towards Lana's sword.

 “Bang!”

The heavy sword edge collided with the steel fork, and a stream of fire burst out. Lu Ping, whose hands were strangely inhuman, and the steel fork in his hand, flew away, but Rana also felt his hands vibrate greatly, and the tiger's mouth burst open.

The horse-cutting sword was also knocked away!

The lame Lu Ping actually possesses weird and inhuman strength. His attack was premeditated and he completed the disarm in one turn.

 The leaders who were ready to attack swarmed forward with grins. The reason why they became the leaders of a team was because of their unique skills and extraordinary characteristics.

Without the deterrence of the horse-cutting sword, the steel rod Philo held a terrifying mace and smashed it head on, and several spears also stabbed at him like a forest.

Lana, who lost his weapon, took a deep breath and roared at the rushing rebels. The Heartbreaker, which could control and decelerate over a wide range, immediately caught them, suffocating them with the stormy attacks.

At this moment, the fallen mage Daruno, who was hidden in the crowd, crushed an ugly and weird rag doll on his chest, and a black mist rolled through the crowd of rebels like Lana.

Lana inexplicably felt that he was about to suffer misfortune. His fighting spirit and fighting spirit were covered with a black cloth and lost their luster, and his actions became slow and weak. As a barrier breaker, he should not be easily trapped by magic, but

This black mist lingers like a living creature.

Having just used his extraordinary ability, he was unable to mobilize enough strength to resist this weird magic for a while, and felt helpless as he fell deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Seeing that Lana lost his main weapon in one turn and was in trouble, the students of Homon Watts who were watching the battle on the tower also exclaimed, and even Berthier and the others who were casting spells were shaken.

At this time, Sonia said calmly: "Everyone, continue preparing the spell, don't stop."

 Isius’s face did not hide his worry, and he couldn’t help but say:

“The situation in Rana is critical. If the wall is breached, the attack we have prepared will be ineffective.

“It will take at least two minutes before the spell takes effect. I must quickly ask Murat to go up to support.”

“Don’t worry.” Sonia smiled and shook her head, “The moment Lana loses his two-handed sword, he will show his true power.”

 …
To be continued...