Soul of Burning Steel

Although Nostradamus's tone of voice was not heavy when he said this sentence, even if it was a scolding, it was just similar to complaining, but Joshua was keenly aware that when the old mage said the word'box', his expression had changed. It's obviously unnatural.

There are many explanations for this unnaturalness, such as embarrassment or troublesomeness, but most likely it is the confusion and worry caused by not knowing how to deal with it.

And what can make an old Master of Extreme Yi rank worry about it is definitely not as simple as an ordinary box.

"Do you need help?"

Joshua opened his mouth and said that the relationship between Nostradamus and him is a very natural thing. The soldier reminded him: "The black fog has affected some of the buildings in the city center and needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Yes, it is not an ordinary residential area near the Mage Association." No need to explain too much. Everyone knows how serious this accident is in the capital of a country. Put away the communication circle in his hand, the old mage His expression became serious: "That box is a difficult thing to do. You may not know about it, but it has recently caused a great topic in the wizarding world... Let’s not talk about its origin. This box was originally Another group of masters in the association is responsible for the research. The group of people is not weak, but an accident still happened, but now I am going to solve such a big problem."

Nostradamus' expression became very complicated: "They are also pulling their faces down, and they actually beg on my head."

"So you need help."

Joshua shrugged. He had gone through the strange items related to the box and the black mist in his previous life several times, and he probably had a bottom line about the situation he was about to face, and then calmly said: "It happens that we also want the Mage Association. Find someone, set off as soon as possible, and settle as soon as possible."

"Think about it carefully, the last time I came to the imperial capital, something unexpected happened."

And just as the warrior was talking with the old mage, the firefly standing aside nodded thoughtfully: "No, more than that, every time the master goes out, there seems to be an unexpected situation."

"Well, my sister, it's not just going out."

The black-haired boy shook his head, shrugged and added: "Even if the owner is drinking and reading the newspaper at home, there will be dragons sneaking into the assassination, I guess—"

Rin didn't finish saying this, because Joshua had already held his head and shook it threateningly. The wise boy immediately said to shut up and stopped talking.

"...Although I am a little sorry, please forgive me for being rude."

Di Moore, who had been very silent all the way, suddenly spoke. His emotions have completely calmed down from Israel’s previous training. After hearing Joshua’s conversation with Nostradamus, he thought for a while. , And then calmly shook his head: "I still have some things... I shouldn't be able to accompany you to deal with it."

"No problem." The old mage nodded slightly: "Your business is also very important. Do it as soon as possible."

This is not unexpected. When Di Moore was in the library before, it was obvious that there was something to do. Although his actions were changed due to the appearance of Joshua and Nostradamus, everything is happening now. It's over, it's almost time to go back and continue to deal with his affairs.

Nodding lightly to Nostradamus, the second prince turned his head and looked at Joshua. He and the soldier looked at each other in silence for a while, and then turned away without saying a word.

"Don't disappoint your father's expectations."

Just when Di Moore was about to disappear in the corner of the corridor, Nostradamus spoke faintly, and the other party clearly heard the words, he took a physical halt, and then continued to leave.

After the second prince completely disappeared from everyone’s sight, the old mage sighed insignificantly, and then he calmly said: "Then let’s set off as soon as possible—Joshua, get closer to me, I want to prepare. Teleported."

"Didn't the imperial capital have a magic circle for isolated transmission?"

Although this question was asked, Joshua was not surprised. He greeted Hotaru and Rin to approach him, and the three of them walked to Nostradamus: "I thought you were the same."

"The most recent transformation of the magic circle was presided over by me."

A little dark blue fluorescence appeared on the whole body of the old mage, and wrinkles appeared in the surrounding space like ripples of lake water. The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and he said with a smile: "Which mage will give up this great opportunity? My own back door? For the sake of Israel’s face, I usually try not to use it, but now it’s a special situation-prepare, let's go!"

The next moment after the completion of the conversation, accompanied by slight temporal and spatial fluctuations, the group of people disappeared in the Morlai Palace, and the Emperor in the Shenghui Hall also noticed the almost non-existent waves, he let out a laugh, and then Shook his head.

——Emperor Capital, Mage Association, near the Avenue of Truth.

It was late at night, but there were endless screams. Under the pyroxene lamp, more than a dozen city guard squads were busy walking back and forth in the dark. They evacuated the people, cleared the roads, and erected blockades. , These tall soldiers dressed in armors and cloaks of swords and shields were expressionless and dispelled other people around who seemed to want to watch the excitement. At the same time, they loudly warned: "Unrelated personnel should evacuate the Avenue of Truth as soon as possible. An unexpected situation has occurred. Please leave your residence and seek refuge around St. Ailan Church, the City Hall and other places. Is this a joke? This is a high-level warning order. The Empire will make up for all your losses. Repeat it again. Irrelevant personnel. ..."

Energetic voices echoed on both sides of the street. People watching the lively activities also noticed that this was not an exercise, but something that really happened. Passers-by remembered the demon sacrifice incident half a month ago, plus those city guards. His expression was also very serious, and they all left uneasy.

And at the other end of the street, behind the house concealed, a group of undulating, congealed and strange black fog is slowly spreading around the Royal Mage Association, which is completely enveloped.

It seems to be just ordinary fog, but the wind cannot blow it. Pure darkness is bred in it. From the outside to the inside, nothing can be seen at all, as if the thing swallowed by the fog has gone to another world.

As time went on, the black fog spread over the road signs and the abandoned carriages, and suddenly there was a rustling sound of something being corroded. Through the fog, one could vaguely see that these were blackened. The fog-shrouded street signs and carriages melted like slime, and then turned into a sticky, sticky unknown substance on the ground.

Around, there is no problem with the rocky buildings shrouded in the black fog on the lower part, and they still stand, but the houses made of wood collapsed one after another. On the roadside, the iron light poles were touched by the black fog, and they appeared in just a few seconds. Despite the decayed rust, the pyroxene lamp was still shining in the black fog.

On the edge of this weird black mist, there are many wizards who are casting spells, and they seem to want to stop the mist from spreading. Their actions are actually quite effective. After the spells are released one by one, the black mist disappears and retreats, but their people are really too great. Less, the speed of dispersing the black mist does not reveal one-tenth the speed of the natural diffusion of the black mist, and later, the mist seemed to adapt to the power of magic, and it began to push forward with various spells.

"No, the power of the box of Erebus is beyond our imagination. This mist is alive!"

A middle-aged mage wearing a cyan robe released a power barrier, and then shouted to his surrounding companions. His expression was serious, with cold sweat left on his forehead: "It has already tested our attack threshold, so start Spread without worries!"

"This is the Imperial Metropolitan Area. We can't use large-scale spells!"

The voice of another answering mage almost popped out of his teeth. He gritted his teeth and said: "Damn, my experiment has been interrupted-this mist can't be blown away, it can't be burned, and it can absorb magic power. The corrosiveness of ——the second group of people who studied the box of Erebos? Where did they go? How did this group of waste release this thing? Is there no follow-up solution?!"

"If there is something, do we need to do it?"

A gray-haired old mage who seems to be at least seventy years old has gathered nine magic power nodes all over his body. A huge, complicated, slowly rotating magic circle appears in front of him. This gray-haired mage Squinting his eyes, then stretched out his hand and pointed forward, a cone-shaped translucent shock wave suddenly gushed out of the circle, suppressing the black mist in one direction.

It wasn't until this time that he spoke impatiently: "Where is the Flyian? Where is his teacher? Hasselblad, an old man who has made things up, doesn't come forward to deal with it. Is it because he intends to hide it as he didn't see it? ?"

But no one answered his words, and after seeing the change in the fog in front of him, the very young mage suddenly forgot the question he had asked before.

The fog that originally spread slowly is now violently undulating. This covering most of the block, the black sea of ​​fog is turbulent, and layers of fine and strange waves are surging on its upper layer, layer upon layer toward the outer edge. Pounced everywhere.

"Eh————Lah, Eh————Lah————"

Suddenly, in the turbulent fog, there was a strange singing voice. This song was sacred, with a touch of solemnity, as if it was praising and praising an unknown existence. Hearing this voice, the old mage subconsciously Feeling bad, he immediately increased the power of the magic circle in front of him, and suddenly a huge shock wave that could smash the city wall whizzed towards the black mist

There is no doubt that the strength of this mage is strong enough, at least the golden mid-level city spells are condensed into a solid magic under his control, and it does not affect the surrounding streets and buildings at all. The group of translucent shock waves sturdy head-on hit the black fog.

But nothing happened.

To be precise, yes. When the black mist that was spreading was hit by the shock wave, it stagnated for a moment, and even showed obvious signs of contraction, but in the next moment, it was as if the attack did not exist. Generally, it continues to spread towards the periphery, and the speed even has a faint tendency to increase.

"What the hell?!"

The old mage was stunned. He was a character who participated in the war with the orcs and returned alive. In the entire Mage Association, except for Nostradamus, his strength is enough to rank in the top five. The gold-level spell [Glenl's Destroy City Palm] If it is done, it is enough to knock a giant dragon down and beat a giant mammoth into fleshy mud. If it is released against the ground, it is enough to cause a small earthquake. But in the face of the black mist, the result was stagnant for less than half a second.

"This thing has demon-devouring resistance, **** it, Hasselblad and the others are not good."

I immediately noticed that the second group of people who studied the box of Erebos probably did not hide, but were really lost in the black mist. The white-haired mage suddenly felt troubled: "Too targeted. Demon Devouring resistance obviously only appears on the monsters that live in the dead magic zone. How can there be a cloud of fog? Is there any way to deal with this black fog?"

And a holy light answered his question.

At the side of the wizard, a light silver light beam suddenly appeared, and it shot straight into the black mist, immediately piercing the strange fog, and later, more light silver light appeared, these rays of light The black fog was shot from all directions of the street, forming a crisscross network in it, completely suppressing the turbulent black fog.

As if encountering a natural enemy, the black mist began to retreat continuously, and buildings that had been swallowed and corroded by it before, leaving obvious corrosion marks reappeared in front of everyone.

"It seems that the Holy Light of Heaven's Punishment is effective for this thing."

A hearty male voice echoed in the street~www.novelmtl.com~ The leader of the [Freedom Hammer] Knight Order who just walked out of Morlai Palace, the paladin Robzek was full of sacred flames that seemed to be burning, He maintained the light web that suppressed the entire black sea of ​​fog, turned his head, smiled and said to the silent white-haired mage beside him: "Skills are specialized in dealing with such strange things. You are definitely not as professional as us."

The ambassadors of the Church of the Seven Gods lived not far from the Royal Mage Association. They naturally noticed the weird incidents happening here and offered to help.

But the white-haired mage is not at all unhappy. He is not a young man. He will be angry because of such trivial matters. What's more, the mage should be pursuing correctness and truth. Magic-resistant things should not be confronted with magic. The light of the clergy is indeed a good choice.

But at this moment, the city guard's horrified voice came from the other side: "Mist! The mist is boiling!"

"what?!"

Both Robzek and the white-haired mage were stunned for a moment, and the next moment, the silver light network composed of Robzek's holy light burst into pieces, turning into countless scattered light spots, and the suppressed black fog sea was also like It boils in general, and begins to spread more turbulently toward the surroundings than before.