You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

The mage raised his staff and began to chant. Red firelight reflected in Lot's eyes, and a magic circle gradually formed before him.

If Lott were to rush forward at this moment, he would lose his advantageous position, be surrounded by his guards, and ultimately die in the melee.

If Lot does nothing, he will be slowly worn down by magic.

Paladin Lott is in a dead end.

But the mage Lott did not. He chose the third path.

Lotte took a deep breath and began to chant softly.

A magic circle also appeared in front of Lot, facing off against the magic circle of the opposing mage!

The surrounding guards were stunned: "How is this possible?!"

"Isn't he a paladin?! How can he use magic too?"

Although Lotte doesn't have a staff, casting a spell directly would increase mana consumption and weaken the magic's power. However, mages have very low physical constitution, so even a weakened version of Fireball can still damage the enemy mage!

As a paladin, and with the added boost from Isolde's life potion, Lot's constitution had reached a terrifying 123 points! Enough to hold out against this mage for a while.

The two magic circles burst into dazzling light almost simultaneously, and two fireballs, one large and one small, appeared above the two of them at the same time.

The firelight illuminated the astonished faces of the crowd, and then they heard Lott shout:

"bring it on!"

Chapter 28 Everyone Sings a Praise Song

Two fireballs, one large and one small, grazed through the air like falling meteors and exploded in front of the two people.

"Boom!"

A flame rose in front of Lotte, instantly burning away the air, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

The high temperature baked his armor until it turned slightly red, and it sizzled when you put your hand on it.

He was originally one of the twelve royal guard knights of Isolde, and his armor also had a certain magical defensive effect.

But Lotte still needed to lean against the wall to avoid her legs giving way and her collapsing to the ground.

His face and hands were already blackened by the fire, and enduring the opponent's magic was a considerable burden for him.

Lotte spat out a mouthful of blood, then fumbled for a potion of life and drank it to relieve the pain in his body.

He felt that the magic he was subjected to was probably an intermediate or advanced fireball spell, far more powerful than the basic fireball spell he had cast.

But the mage opposite seemed to be in a worse state than Lot; he was kneeling on the ground, coughing violently.

Hearing that the intruders were two sword-wielding knights, he abandoned his magically defensive robes and instead put on robes that resisted sword wounds to avoid being cut by them.

But he never expected that the paladin opposite him would actually use magic!

Although that basic fireball spell wasn't very powerful, it still hit him squarely.

Lott, forcing himself to stand, chuckled lightly at the mage on the ground, "That's it?"

The mage on the ground cursed as he got up, pointing at Lot's nose and yelling, "Where did you, a paladin, learn such evil magic? So you were with Isolde after all! You've colluded with the sirens too! This is the sirens' evil magic!"

"You're not even good enough with a basic fireball spell? Looks like that's all you're good for."

"If I weren't wearing the wrong robes, I could stand here and let you hit me without any problem! I'll blast you to death this time!"

The monk raised his staff, cursing, but he also knew that if they fought like this, he might be the first to be worn down and die.

So, under the protection of the surrounding guards, he cast a spell that Lotte had never seen before.

His hands trembled incessantly, and his chanting grew louder and louder, so loud that even Lotte could hear it clearly.

It seems the other party is really desperate and wants to kill them with one blow.

Lotte gasped, even he wasn't confident he could resist such powerful magic.

If he rushed up and self-destructed at this moment, he wasn't confident he could kill the opponent, and the entrance he was guarding would also fall, putting Isolde in trouble.

Just then, a clear, cool voice, enough to soothe the intense heat, came from behind.

"What kind of siren's evil magic?"

Lotte turned around abruptly, not even noticing that Isolde had arrived.

A dark face suddenly appeared in front of Isolde, and Isolde didn't recognize Lot for a moment.

“Lord Isolde,” Loth said, pointing to the mage opposite him, “he said that the Valgard swordsmanship I used was the evil magic of the sirens!”

The mage opposite him frowned deeply; he was still in the chanting phase and couldn't find the words to refute him!

That's not true at all! I didn't say that!

He became a little anxious and sped up his chanting, trying to offer a few words of explanation.

Hurry up and read it!

But Isolde won't give him that chance.

A dazzling white light suddenly shot up from behind Lotte, rushing towards the mage with the force of thunder.

The monk's lips moved faster and faster as he chanted desperately. The guards beside him rushed to block his way.

But against the calamity of Isolde, all of this is in vain.

Isolde swung her sword only once, a crisp white flash slicing through the air, causing the internal organs of those around her to tremble.

Blood exploded in mid-air, turning into a tragic red rain. It dared not touch Isolde, but instead fell upon the corpses of the surrounding guards.

The guards who were a little further away huddled together to bolster each other's courage, and for a moment they forgot about running away.

Fear, terror, and pleading filled the air as Isolde lifted the mage lying on the ground and dragged him before Loth.

The monk wasn't dead yet, but his pants were wet.

Isolde threw him in front of Lot, saying, "You kill him."

Seeing that Lotte was stunned for a moment, Isolde explained, "He bombed you, so you killed him to get revenge."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Lotte nodded quickly, drew his sword, and slashed at the tearful mage beneath him.

The mage, wearing robes designed to withstand sword and blade wounds, managed to withstand several more blows.

With just a few clicks, Lotte's control panel popped up.

[Valgard Swordsmanship: Learned]

【Valgard Swordsmanship Lv.1 (0/3000)】: Reduces stamina consumption by 20% when using swords, and increases the damage and swing frequency of swords.

Learned it!

Valgard swordsmanship is more of a style; it doesn't require mental energy to activate, and each normal attack gains a bonus.

This is a very strong melee skill for the mage Lot.

After Lot dealt with the mage, Isol grabbed Lot's arm and led him out of the encirclement.

The two shook off their pursuers and hid in the shadows.

"Lord Isolde, how is the situation?"

Isolde shook her head. "No."

"How could this be? We've searched all the underground passages, surely it's not underground?"

"It must be underground. I just don't know where it's hidden right now."

The ground suddenly began to shake, and Lotte even faintly heard a dragon's roar.

The dust above his head was shaken down, making a rustling sound that made it hard for Lotte to open his eyes.

Then, an even clearer dragon roar resounded.

Lotte and Isolde both looked up, sensing that the sacrificial ritual above them had begun.

“Lotte. I need you to disrupt the sacrificial ritual on the surface so that I can find out where the underground magic circle is hidden.”

“Okay.” Lott nodded without hesitation.

It can self-destruct again!

Last time, I didn't get to fully enjoy the Lv.1 [Explosion] skill, so this time I've upgraded to Lv.3 and I'm going to unleash it to my heart's content!

Moreover, if Isolde were to destroy the magic circle, it would be enough to change the course of the world, and the golden talent [Original Deduction] could be rapidly advanced.

Lotte picked up the self-destruct ring, put it on her hand, and was about to leave when Isolde pulled her back.

"what happened?"

“Your face is too dark; you won’t be able to blend into the noble hall.”

Lotte touched his face, which had been blackened by the mage's explosion, and looked at his palms, which were also stained black.

He grinned and groped around with his hands, but the more he touched it, the more messy it became.

Isolde set the sword aside, pointed to the ground, and said, "Lie down, I'll clean you up."

Lotte lay on the ground, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, waiting.