Soul of Burning Steel

Although Nostradamus' tone was not heavy when he said this, and even scolding was just akin to complaining, but Joshua was keenly aware that when the old mage said the word 'box', his expression changed. A trace of obvious unnaturalness.

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

And something that can make an old mage at the extreme level worry, it is absolutely impossible to be as simple as an ordinary box.

"Do you need help?"

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

"Yes, the vicinity of the Mage Association is not an ordinary residential area." No need to explain too much, everyone knows how serious this kind of accident happened 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. You may not know about it, but it has recently caused a great topic in the mage world... Leaving aside its origin, this box was originally Another group of mages in the association is in charge of research, and that group of people is not weak, but an accident happened, and now I am asked to solve such a big problem."

Nostradamus's expression became very complicated: "They are really embarrassing, and they actually begged me."

"So you need help."

Joshua shrugged. He went through the strange items related to the box and the black mist in his previous life several times in his mind, and he had a general idea of ​​the situation he was about to face. Find someone, start as soon as possible, and solve it as soon as possible.”

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

While the warrior was talking with the old mage, Yingying, who was standing aside, nodded thoughtfully: "No, more than that, every time the master goes out, something unexpected happens."

"It's more than that, my sister, it's not just going out."

The black-haired boy shook his head, shrugged and added: "Even if the master is drinking and reading the newspaper at home, there will still be a magic dragon sneaking in to assassinate, I guess—"

Rin didn't finish his sentence, because Joshua had already pressed his head and shook his head threateningly, and the magic boy immediately shut up and said no more.

"...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 had completely calmed down from Israel's previous lecture. After hearing the conversation between Joshua and Nostradamus, he thought for a while. , then shook his head calmly and said: "I still have some things... I probably can't accompany you to deal with them."

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

This is not unexpected. When Di Moore was in the library before, he obviously had something to do. Although his actions have changed because of the appearance of Joshua and Nostradamus, all things now It's over, and it's almost time to go back and continue dealing with his affairs.

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

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

Just when Di Moore was about to disappear at the corner of the corridor, Nostradamus spoke lightly, and the other party obviously heard this sentence, he paused before continuing to walk away.

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

"Doesn't the imperial capital have a magic circle to isolate teleportation?"

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

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

Dark blue fluorescence appeared around the old mage's body, and wrinkles appeared in the surrounding space like ripples in the lake. My own back door? For the sake of Israel's face, I usually try not to use it as much as possible, but this is a special situation—get ready, let's go!"

The next moment after finishing speaking, a group of people disappeared in the Palace of Morlaix with slight fluctuations in time and space, and His Majesty the Emperor in the Holy Glory Hall also noticed the almost non-existent waves, he laughed, and then shook his head.

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

It was late at night, but there were continuous screams. Under the illumination of pyroxene lamps, more than a dozen city guard squads were busy walking back and forth in the dark. They evacuated the people, cleared the roads, and set up blockades , These tall soldiers dressed in armor and wearing sword and shield coat of arms expressionlessly dispersed other people around who seemed to want to watch the excitement, and at the same time warned loudly: "Irrelevant personnel evacuate from the Avenue of Truth as soon as possible, and the Royal Wizards Association of the Empire An unexpected situation has occurred, please leave your residence and seek refuge around St. Alan’s Church, City Hall and other places. Is this a joke? This is a high alert order. The Empire will make up for all your losses. Repeat, irrelevant personnel ..."

The angry voice echoed on both sides of the street, and the people who watched the excitement also realized that this was not a drill, but something really happened. The passers-by remembered the demon sacrifice incident half a month ago, and those city guards His expression was also very serious, and they all left feeling uneasy.

And at the other end of the street, behind the houses, there was an undulating, condensed, strange black mist that was slowly spreading around the Royal Mages Association, which was completely shrouded, as the center.

It seems to be just ordinary mist, but the wind can't blow it, and pure darkness is bred in it. Looking from the outside to the inside, nothing can be seen at all, as if the thing swallowed by the mist has gone to another world.

As time went by, the black mist gradually covered the street signs and the abandoned carriages, and there was a rustling sound of something being corroded. The road signs and carriages shrouded in fog melted like ooze, and then turned into a layer of sticky unknown substance on the ground.

Surroundings, those rock buildings that were shrouded in the black mist in the lower half had no problem, and they still stood, but the houses made of wood collapsed one after another. By the roadside, the iron light poles were touched by the black mist, and they appeared in just a few seconds. The decayed rust, but the pyroxene lamp is still shining in the black mist.

On the edge of this weird black mist, there are many mages who are casting spells. It seems that they want to prevent the spread of the mist. Less, the speed of dispelling the black mist was less than one-tenth of the natural diffusion speed of the black mist, and later on, the mist seemed to adapt to the power of magic, and it began to push forward against various spells.

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

A middle-aged mage in a blue robe released a power barrier, and then shouted loudly to his companions around him. He had a serious expression, and there was cold sweat on his forehead: "It has already tested our attack limit, so start to attack." It's spreading without hesitation!"

"This is the imperial capital, we can't use large-scale spells!"

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

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

A gray-haired old mage who looked at least seventy years old gathered nine magic nodes around his body, and a huge, complicated, and slowly rotating circle appeared in front of him. This white-haired mage Squinting his eyes, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and suddenly a cone-shaped translucent shock wave gushed out from the magic circle, suppressing the black mist in one direction.

Until this time, he said impatiently: "Where is the Folia man? Where is his teacher? Hasselblad, an old bastard, did not come forward to deal with the matter. Could it be that he planned to hide it as if he hadn't seen it?" ?”

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

The fog that was originally spreading slowly is now violently undulating. This covers more than half of the block. The black sea of ​​fog is in turmoil. Layers of fine and strange waves are surging on its upper layer, layer upon layer towards the outer edge everywhere.

"Yee-la, ee-la-la"

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

There is no doubt that the strength of this mage is strong enough to be called powerful. At least the golden middle-level anti-city spells condensed into a solid magic power under his control, which did not affect the surrounding streets and buildings at all. A group of translucent shock waves slammed into the black mist head-on.

But nothing happened.

To be precise, there is. 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 seemed that the attack did not exist. Generally, it continues to spread toward the periphery, and the speed even has a slight tendency to increase.

"What the hell?!"

The old mage was dumbfounded. He had participated in the war with the orcs and returned alive. In the entire mage association, except for Nostradamus, his strength was enough to rank among the top five. If the gold-level spell [Glaner Destroying Palm] is solid, it is enough to smash a giant dragon to pieces, smash a giant mammoth into a pulp, and 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 that the opponent was stagnant for less than half a second.

"This thing has demon-eating resistance, damn it, Hasselblad and the others probably are in trouble."

Immediately realized that those who studied the box of Erebus in the second group were probably not hiding, but were really lost in the black mist, and the white-haired mage suddenly felt troubled: "It's too targeted, Demon-devouring resistance obviously only appears on those monsters living in the dead magic area, so how can there be a cloud of mist? Is there any way to deal with this black mist?"

And a holy light answered his question.

At the side of the mage, a light silver light beam suddenly appeared, it shot straight into the black mist, and immediately pierced the strange mist, and after a while, more light silver light rays appeared, these light rays The black mist was shot from all directions on the street, forming a criss-cross network in it, completely suppressing the originally raging black mist.

The black mist seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and began to retreat continuously. Buildings that had been swallowed up by it before and left obvious traces of corrosion 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. The head of the [Hammer of Liberty] Knights who had just walked out of the Morlaix Palace, the paladin Robzek seemed to be burning with holy flames, and he maintained the suppressed The light net of the entire black sea of ​​fog, turned his head, smiled and said to the silent white-haired mage beside him: "There is a specialization in art, and you are definitely not as professional as us in dealing with such weird things."

The place where the ambassadors of the Church of the Seven Gods lived was not far from the Royal Association of Mages. They naturally noticed the strange events happening here and came to help.

But the white-haired mage was not at all unhappy, he was not a young man who would get angry over such a trivial matter, not to mention that mages should pursue correctness and truth - what the silver-haired paladin said was correct, dealing with the Magic resistance items should naturally not be countered with magic. The holy light of the clergy is indeed a good choice.

But at this moment, the terrified voice of the city guard came from the other side: "Fog! The fog 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 shattered and turned into countless dissipated light spots, and the suppressed black sea of ​​fog was like It was like boiling, and it began to spread towards the surroundings more violently than before.

This chapter is from yesterday, there will be another one later