Succeeded.

Although they only hurriedly executed the coordinated attack spell arranged by Witzleben, both Sonia and Berthier's team successfully completed the magic projection.

  The spell of Isius allowed them to know the battlefield environment very well, and also avoided the mutual interference and rejection of magic powers to the greatest extent.

Other students at Homemonworth did not launch a direct attack. Instead, while Lana blocked the gap, they dropped several storm stands on the outside of the battlefield to block the rebels' retreat.

Three waves of large-scale attack spells led by Professor Witzleben tore apart the rebels who had nowhere to escape. The Extraordinary Steel Rod Ferro and his accomplices who rushed at the front were reduced to pulp in the blink of an eye.

Even on the tower of the castle, you can faintly see the broken limbs flying under the earthen wall from the corner of your eye, and your ears are filled with the miserable screams of dying people.

Those magic scientists who were casting spells and watching the battle were concentrating wholeheartedly. Their perceptions had become sharper and more penetrating than ever before, and they suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a number of strange objects being blown up by the strong wind, rising and falling outside the window.

 “Don’t look!” the professor scolded.

 However, Berthier and his team mates were still attracted by the strange scene and took a look.

They witnessed a black and red blood storm. Some round things were bouncing around. Many curly strips were dancing wildly in the wind like disgusting insects.

Amidst the dancing broken bones, broken intestines, and internal organs, a terrifying and chaotic shadow is outlined, false and real. Processed and amplified by the brain's imagination, an extreme fear of some unspeakable and terrifying unknown emerges.

The meticulous and cautious Berthier immediately realized that it was the head cut off by the wind sickle, and the gastrointestinal and internal organs torn from the stomach. However, he was still attracted and shocked by the illusion outlined by the stumps in the sky.

, consciousness sinks into an unknown realm like a quagmire.

His mind went blank for a while, but he could hear the ethereal and false sound of the dice falling to the ground.

Berthier lost his mind in an instant, trembling in extreme panic and indescribable despair, and the whole world became gray and worthless. He even lost the meaning of living, and was in the tower with a large group of confused classmates.

Running around.

Sonia, who successfully completed a round of Freezing Storm, subconsciously turned her gaze to the ground to check her results.

Dozens of frozen corpses shattered in front of her like porcelain dolls, rolling around on the ground with broken bones and strands of flesh, with expressions of surprise and fear still on their rolling heads.

This kind of scene that she had only heard about in horror stories shocked her.

 “Woo!”

Severe colic pain immediately came from her chest. Sonia's whole face collapsed, and her pale skin was bloodless. After bouts of nausea and strong dizziness, the heart colic pain she had never experienced before seemed to tear her apart.

Same, accompanied by intense suffocation.

Sonia felt like she was almost dying from pain, clutching her chest and twitching continuously.

 Isius on the side witnessed the horrifying scene in full.

 He ​​was like an audience member sitting in a special seat, not missing any detail. The most shocking and crazy scene in the whole play was directly projected into the depths of his consciousness.

He seemed to hear a strange cracking sound, and then a heavy door slowly opened in his mind.

"hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

 The always decent Isius fell into madness. He cut his face with his nails and laughed wildly in the chaos of his classmates.

 “It’s true,

“It’s so exciting!

 “Hahahahahahahahaha!”

Witzleben's spell practice class suddenly got out of control.

His students had no idea how much sanity they had lost. They were dancing up and down the tower like seaweed, laughing maniacally, telling strange jokes while hugging the pillars, and banging their heads like woodpeckers.

.

“They are heinous rebels, and you are only fulfilling your legal right to self-defense!” Professor Witzleben shouted, “They are demons who are not protected by the law! Remember your happy memories!”

There was chaos inside and outside the manor. Although the villagers did not witness the scene outside, they were all frightened by the actions of the noble young masters and ladies.

Fiona, who was at the gap, witnessed at close range the hordes of rebels that instantly turned into pulp and debris in front of her, with pieces of blood and meat even flying onto her pretty cheeks.

The girl who was fighting side by side with Lana just now screamed, clutched her chest and fell backwards from the slope.

 “Fiona!” Lana exclaimed and retreated hastily.

 …

 “Hmph, despicable spellcaster.”

On the large raft hundreds of meters away, a tall and burly figure stood out from the crowd at this moment.

 Lance appears.

His hawk-like eyes scanned the chaotic castle sharply, and his cold gaze locked on the figure of Professor Witzleben.

 “Extraordinary one, I found you.”

 “Here comes the bow!”

The armored guards on both sides immediately took out a powerful bow that was as ferocious and strange as the tentacles of an insect. The moment it touched Lance's hands, tentacle-like tentacles popped out of the bow and pierced his arteries. The dark bow

The body squirmed to absorb blood, and soon turned from black to disgusting dark red.

 “Where is the Demon-Breaking Arrow!”

The guards presented a black iron arrow, which was as thick as a spear. The huge arrow beat like a heart, sending out heart-stopping tremors and ripples.

The illusory soul of a warrior screamed and howled next to the black arrow, and was soon swallowed by the arrow again.

“The arrogant wizard actually invested his first move in useless cannon fodder. He is really stupid. Do you really think that no one can punish you?”

Lance bent his bow and drew an arrow in a full circle. Still not satisfied, he stabilized his lower body, leaned his upper body back, and stretched the bow string a few points.

He himself was like a strong bow, pointing directly at the busy figures walking on the tower.

The bowstring made a loud sound like muffled thunder, and the gleaming iron arrows shot out from the bowstring, heading straight for Witzleben.

There was a sudden scream 300 meters away. The shaft of the black arrow was wiped out in flight, leaving only the terrifying wolf-like arrow trailing a bloody trajectory.

 Professor Witzleben is in the cooling-down stage of casting spells, but he has protective accessories on his robe and he has opened a powerful shield early.

The black arrows that were thrown like spears first tore apart a layer of crystal-like barrier, and then hit the blue magic shield, making an astonishing roar, and a layer of broken blue light fragments scattered in all directions.

The powerful shield of the extraordinary was shattered and destroyed on the spot. When Professor Witzleben heard the roar and turned his head to look, his body had already been thrown backwards as if he had been hit by a ballista.

Sonia was suffering from heart angina in the dark when she suddenly heard a frightening sound of bone cracking and tearing, and then saw blood spurting out from the professor's mouth and chest. There were even pieces of blood spit out together.

Broken internal organs.

"professor!"

The stone wall of the tower collapsed. Professor Witzleben, who was nailed among the bricks, was broken to the chest. The two pieces of his body were mixed with soil and broken bricks and fell into the rolling yellow water below.

"Next, it's you." Lance opened his strong bow again and caught Lana, whose head was only exposed, into the shooting angle. This time he did not use a strange black arrow, but took an armor-piercing wolf tooth arrow to snipe

.

Before Rana could react, the Anti-Sword Eternal Patriarch had already made a fierce buzzing sound, and actually took the initiative to pull his hand forward to block him.

 “Bang!”

The black fang arrow hit the anti-sword bullet and flew out. Lana was knocked to the ground by the astonishing force. The breastplate hit Fiona on the head and knocked her unconscious.

 “Go and deal with them!” Lance broke free from the strange black bow full of tentacles and called to the guards around him, “Try to keep the women and noble young masters as much as possible.”

　　After saying this, he sat down a little weakly and decadently, and weakly moved his mouth: "Bring me some medicinal wine."

“It’s best to drink less of that stuff,” Master Reed advised. “Their extraordinary ones have been sniped, and our armored elites can penetrate their defenses.”

"It's not enough." Lance took a few sips of the medicinal wine. An abnormal blush suddenly appeared on his face, and his whole body was steaming with heat, just like the leg of lamb that had just been cooked. "I'm going to go and talk to them after a short break."

One battle.

 “Prepare for a general attack.”

 …

 Twelve armored heavy infantrymen approached on rafts.

They jumped down into the shallow bloody water covered with severed limbs and heads, rumbling through the iron boots, and approached the slope.

Wearing double layers of heavy armor, armed with large shields, spears and short swords, they moved forward steadily in a rare and neat formation.

 “What’s wrong, legionnaire?”

Rana was shocked and raised his head and shouted:

 “Mura, Nona, Kulala, come and help me!”

The twelve armored rebels looked across the gentle slope. Without a single glance, they took off their muskets and fired a volley at Lana and Fiona behind them, not caring about their lives.

Rana hurriedly grabbed the sword that fell aside to block it. The heavy armor-piercing spear hit the blade, making a tooth-itching sound of impact and friction. One of the spears grazed the blade of the sword and penetrated the greaves on the leg.

, pricking a bloody hole in Rana's calf.

The twelve armored men were not anxious. They each took their weapons and formed an arc-shaped defense line, guarding the front and the tower respectively and moving slowly. Although they were outnumbered, they were really as stable as a mountain.

Seeing that the armored rebels were about to ascend the slope, Rana gritted his teeth and put down Fiona, pulled out the spear on his calf, drank a bottle of potion, grabbed the two swords and jumped towards the crowd.

The twelve armors immediately formed a thick shield wall, and the sword blades and lance thrusts protruded forward from the gaps, facing his impact like a mythical creature.

Rana's assault was as powerful as thunder, hitting the heavy shields and armor, breaking open an open space in the steel formation, and the armors of the two rebels who collided head-on were overturned to the ground.

 He ​​took advantage of the situation and struck out with his sword, trying to take the head of one of them. However, numerous daggers and battle axes around him chopped him off.

Lana waved his sword to resist, and several cracks were cut on his black heavy armor on the spot. The Broken Steel Sword: The Majestic Wrath cut the iron and broken steel with an unstoppable force, and drove back the swarming attacks in the blink of an eye.

But the rebels were unafraid in their armor. They took turns to cover and attack at the same time. Those on the front blocked the sweep of the steel sword at the cost of damaging their heavy shields, while others took advantage of the situation and besieged them from all directions.

In just a short while, Lana had seven or eight more wounds on his body. Although he killed one person with the sharpness of the magic sword, he was also covered in cuts and bruises like a black bear surrounded by hyenas.

After a period of fighting, the rebels put on their armor and retreated, then reorganized their equipment in front of Rana, and once again formed a formation with shields in front and guns and axes outflanking them.
To be continued...