Since the start of the war, the men of the Inquisition Division have been outside the Brave Eagle's barrier for nine days.

For nine days, they had not taken the bulwarks of Elfonstad and the Valiant Eagle, nor had they been able to deprive them of any benefit from the hands of Fergar's army, but there was no urgency on their faces, as if their task was only to stall for time, and all their present dealings with Fergar were only a prelude to the conspiracy that followed.

In the past nine days, the outside world gradually turned upside down, the sea around Ulleni mixed with the color of blood, the thick fog invaded the royal capital, and the sky above Matilda was densely covered with clouds of unknown shape, which swept the whole sky like a greedy monster, and the ugly body expanded inch by inch, and from time to time rained attacks on the ground.

The attacks in the clouds distorted the space in their reach, and the enchantments laid by the elite mages changed dramatically in these attacks, the magic veins were reversed, the composition runes were tampered with, the beginning and end points were replaced, and of course, the nature of the spell was confused.

This kind of change has never been encountered by human magicians, in their cognition, magic is a contract between the magician and the elemental factor, once the spell of the contract is sung, the form of magic becomes something fixed by the contract, how can it change into another form? It's incredible.

The attacks that descended from the clouds could modify the magic of the solid state at will, and the creature hiding behind it may be a creature beyond human knowledge, and its status is likely to be higher than that of the Three Realms, on the same level as the gods who created the world.

If there is only change and no restoration, Yuleni must have fallen into the pocket of the demon army, but such a thing has not yet happened, because there is another magical power in the Valiant Eagle that repairs those broken barriers, like a careful and perceptive wise man who constantly picks up the scattered puzzle pieces and then restores them to the empty gap.

As a result, whenever an attack in the clouds destroyed the barrier, the magical power repaired it without haste, and the restored barrier became stronger than before, able to withstand more damage. When an attack is sent down again in the clouds, the magical power will repair the gap again, and if the attack continues to fall in the clouds, the magical power will continue to repair the gap...... This is a tug-of-war game, a game between two unrecognizable "masters" with Fergar as the medium.

The outcome of the game is difficult to tell, and it was not until the tenth day that the Judgment Division made a new move, and it was a big move.

On this day, the restless demons begin to kill each other, roaring and scuffling each other, devouring each other with hideous faces, and gaining twice their form and strength as a result. New demons devour old demons, tall demons devour young demons, sturdy demons devour weak demons, and eventually, a giant monster is born in the camp of the Inquisition.

The monster was taller than Elfonsta, and its shoulders were wider than the royal palace of the royal capital of Euleni, and an ominous black flame burned where it was supposed to be, as if it wanted to scorch the entire city. One by one, the high-ranking Inquisitors committed suicide at the feet of the monsters, their blood pooling and flowing to the monster's feet, which let out a roar of pleasure and pain, and the marks of a curse appeared on their foreheads.

The monster took a step forward, and suddenly the river boiled and the earth shook.

The soldiers left behind in Elfonsta saw a terrifying figure on the horizon through the dense fog, and they all sent video messages to the headquarters of the Brave Eagle.

As the monster's shadow approached, the fog swept away, and the soldiers were finally able to see each other's appearances.

They were stunned for half a second, feeling great fear and shock in their hearts, and at the same moment they immediately realized that with their little strength they could never defeat such a giant that only appeared in epic legends.

In the eyes of the soldiers, this huge monster was the equivalent of death, its steps were the notes of life, and its movements were the ballad of soul calming.

The monster walked clumsily towards Elfonsta's soldiers, the ground overwhelmed, cracking bottomless ravines, and the buildings could not bear their weight, crumbling into rolling stones and powder under its trampling.

The monster roared as it advanced, the sound waves relentlessly shaking the air, and the soldiers fell to the ground in embarrassment, their internal organs were shocked, causing them to spurt out mouthfuls of bright red blood, and Elfonsta's barrier shattered, and even cracks could be seen in the tower.

It was getting darker, and the shadow of the monster enveloped Matilda, and the sun did not shine into Elphonse. The soldiers struggled to their feet with their weapons, and then wiped the blood from their lips. There was a look of determination on everyone's face.

The straight Elfonsta behind them was empty, but they remained steadfast in order to confuse the enemy.

They are the outcasts of the Great Prince in Elfonsta, but they are also the proudest of the Falgar Eagles, who have sworn to the god of war that they have never yielded or been defeated, so in the end, they must stand as strong as their country, even if they die, they must stand and die with dignity, in order to protect the glory and glory of Ferga's name.

"The Son—where—where—"

The wind roared, and the huge monster thumped its chest and asked angrily.

If it weren't for the Holy Son and half of the Book of Creation, the legions of monsters would have been able to enter the human realm through the cracks of Cedar Canyon, and the enchantments of Elfonsta and the Valiant Eagle would have been invaded by demons. The Son of Ronoye had wasted too much of their time, and Mistress Meradia and Oglon had almost missed the perfect moment to break the boundary.

It's all the Son's fault.

"Surrender—the Son—spare you—lives—"

The giant monster thumped its chest again and asked angrily.

No one answered. The soldiers stood like iron pines and kept their silence.

They knew that they must not look in the direction of the Valiant Eagle, even if all the hopes of the people of Fergar existed, even if it was most likely the next target of the monsters, they could not reveal the whereabouts of the Holy Son.

Dense fog and strong enemies can no longer stop their gaze, and their sight can cross thousands of rivers and mountains. They remembered the scenery of their homeland, their relatives and comrades-in-arms who had died or survived, and the joy and sustenance of their lives, which made them fearless of imminent death.

"Stupid—"

The monster laughed at the bravery of the soldiers, and then crushed their bones and flesh with a single kick, like an ignorant child who had trampled on an ant's nest.

Kicking Elfonsta down in anger, the monster left the lifeless Matilda.

The fog was filled with the smell of desperate blood, and after a while, the tattered corpses of the soldiers unexpectedly stirred, and the soles of the monster's feet were stained with the blood of the High Inquisitor, the blood cursed by Meladia, which could make the limbs of dead creatures comically reassemble into emotionless evil puppets.

The soldiers' eyes glowed red, and there was no homesick attachment and unyielding will in them, only madness and ruthlessness, evil and killing.

The demon hidden behind the clouds chuckled as he manipulated the bodies of the new golems to follow the steps of the giant monsters.

……

"What is this?"

Receiving the video message from Elfonsta, the magicians of the Valiant Eagle rose to their feet in shock.

The message was brief, but barely discerning the enemy's majestic form, which was almost sky-high, and the other buildings on Matilda were fragile and small compared to it, perhaps even the closest to the gods, the towering Elfonsta, could only match it.

It is possible to create giants with special magic, but if you want to create a giant as tall as this monster, even if you unite all the high-star magicians of the Brave Eagle, you can only match it.

If it wasn't magically generated, then there was a possibility that the Abyss Monster was summoned by the Blood Mage, and the Abyss was said to be not part of any of the Three Realms, but it was packed with creatures banished from the Three Realms, fighting and devouring each other to survive, and some of the creatures evolved into huge and terrifying forms.

According to the size of the monster in the image, the strength of the blood mage who summoned it must be stronger than all the mages present.

Whether it's a magical creation or an abyssal troll, any kind of speculation is chilling.

I'm afraid that Elfonsta is lost, and the soldiers who remain there will definitely die, so what next? Next, the monster's target is the Mighty Eagle.

Surprise and uneasiness spread among a group of magicians, and everyone panicked for a while before a voice in shock said, "I—I will inform the Great Prince and the Holy Son...... Yalin! ”

The owner of the voice pushed his glasses, and he was wearing a dark purple mage robe, it was Mentor Sylvie.

Her face was extremely haggard, in addition to the nobles and soldiers who guarded the temple, the academy also accepted some additional civilians who came to take refuge, this battle was fought for ten days, the food and water reserves of the brave eagle were quickly stretched, the magic power of the magician was closely related to physical strength, and for ten days, Sylvie and the others had been consuming magic power to repair the enchantment, plus they were hungry, their physical fitness was already a little unable to keep up.

Hearing Sylvie's name, Arin walked out of several royal magicians, made a plastic surgery and said solemnly: "Please command!" ”

Mentor Sylvie calmed down a little at this time: "Yalin, you guys hurry up and gather the soldiers and magicians around the school district. She looked at the others, "The rest of us are on guard and continue to strengthen the barrier, not to be slackened." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she swept out of the war room like an arrow.

"When—when—"

Sylvie ran desperately in the stairwell of the Mage's Tower, and the sound of a bell ringing in her ears was a metaphor for an enemy attack.

She didn't bother to pay attention to the ringing bell at the top of the tower, and as she ran, she connected to the mental fluctuations on the side of the temple, panting and explaining the situation of the giant monster to the clergy, while relaying the video message along with her.

"What do you say...... This—this is ......"

The existence of the giant monster was too subversive of common sense, and the cleric on the wire failed to understand Mentor Sylvie's words at first, and the cleric lost his words after seeing the video.

When the other party was speechless, Sylvie happened to run out of the corridor and came to the balcony outside the tower, where she heard another voice mixed in with the bell more clearly.

Bang bang bang, bang...... Like a knock on a door, like a raindrop.

Visibility outside the Mage's Tower was extremely low, not much different from at night, but a ray of light broke through the clouds and shone in from above. Sylvie stared blankly at the only white light in the thick, inky canvas, and the staff she held in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"Mentor Sylvie! Mentor Sylvie! Please answer! The voice of the priesthood called out to her in her head.

Sylvie shook her head, severing her spiritual connection to the Temple.

The light that came in was very small, and it escaped from a gap in a pile of things, and because of this, it also revealed the true nature of things outside the barrier.

The sky was so dark, not because of the clouds, but because the academy's barrier was covered in a layer of dirt.

The arc-shaped enchantment was originally transparent, but now it was darker than night, and it was covered with the blood and corpses of countless dementor birds, and the eyes of the bird corpses were fixed on the academy in the enchantment, as if they were dead.

It's no wonder that there are always day and night beats and crashing sounds outside the barrier these days, there are so many of them, so dense and overwhelming, that the magicians of the academy can't see the specific situation outside the barrier when they use perspective.

The corpses of their dead companions were squeezed off by them, and the corpses of the birds tumbled down along the shell of the enchantment, causing more and more gaps to be vacated at the top, and the rays of the sun were liberated, and they couldn't wait to return to the earth, like the first glow after the rain.

Seeing this, Sylvie's stomach welled up with nausea, and she covered her mouth and squatted down with a frown. 166 Reading Network