People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

"...Hey, you guys, don't go over there!"

He just raised his hand and shouted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Damn bastard!!!"

Those Cuckoo Knights who seemed to have broken free from the immobilization spell had already raised their weapons and charged again. At the moment the weapons fell, the man's gaze returned to normal again, and suddenly a yellow fire burst out of his eyes like a fountain.

The flames like the Phoenix Fire surged all over the sky.

In just a moment, the Cuckoo soldiers and their weapons were melted into ashes by the bursting fire, without even being able to utter a dying wail.

It was as if it had never appeared.

The only evidence of their existence was the smell of ashes in the air and the traces of yellow flames burning all over the ground.

"Hahahahaha, this is fantastic! This is wonderful! You filthy bastards should return to God's arms! Sacrifices, I need more sacrifices! May chaos fill the world!!!"

A manic grin twisted the man's features as he scanned the surroundings in search of his next victim.

But soon, the eyes were on Reinhardt.

"...Do you also want to return to God's arms?"

The man's smile suddenly became strange and evil. He covered his eyes again, as if he wanted to tear them apart, and let out an inhuman roar of pain.

"what--"

"Gan, again?"

Although I couldn't hear clearly what the man was muttering, I knew from his expression that he was going to attack again, and his target was me.

However, normally, the distance between Reinhardt and the man was beyond the attack range of the Crazy Fire Prayer, and he also had enough time to escape during the period of gathering strength.

But the strange thing is that this time it became instant.

Before Reinhardt could react, a three-fingered fiery prayer mark appeared in front of the man, and a yellow beam of light shot out from it, piercing the air as if breaking the sound barrier and appearing in front of him in an instant.

It's a crazy fire that streaks across the sky.

I recognized it immediately.

But how could an ordinary middle-aged man pray with so many passions, and even be able to scratch the passions!

This can only be used by those who are slightly smarter than Dianhuo. Even in Dianhuo Village, no one can use this level of prayer.

There is definitely something wrong here!

But he didn't have time to think about these things right now.

boom--

With a sudden and powerful kick, the bluestone bricks under his feet shattered instantly, and Reinhardt's figure disappeared, and the beam of fire shot at him also hit nothing.

Swah——

Swah——

Swah——

Reinhardt moved around the street like a hound, taking out a short cane from his arms and waving it a few times.

Pyroxene Swift Demonic Gravel!

As the tiny pyroxene inlaid on the top emitted a faint light, the azure mark of the magic academy emerged.

shhhhh--

Several orange magic pebbles shot out from it, like meteors with long tails, hitting the man's body one after another.

But unfortunately, this attack only made the man take a few steps back and did not cause any substantial damage.

Only a small amount of fire attribute in the magical gravel burned part of the man's clothes, revealing a charred mark.

"damn it!"

Reinhardt couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Even though the magic power contained in his body now is several times more than before, the pyroxene staff that serves as a medium is too low-level and is only used by apprentices.

The pyroxene magic has no power at all, even if you want to throw bricks with great force, you can't do it.

"In that case..."

He looked down at the wand in his hand, clenched it tightly, and then his figure disappeared again.

When he appeared again, he was already behind the man, with the pyroxene staff in his hand raised high.

"Then I'll smash you to death!"

The short cane was swung down like a hammer, and the pyroxene on the top hit the man's neck hard, making a sound of broken bones.

thump—

The man was knocked to the ground in a strange posture.

With a thud, the skull hit the bluestone floor tiles, leaving spider-web-like cracks in them.

At the same time, the yellow smoke in the man's eyes gradually faded, revealing his eyeballs that were yellow and rotten like embers.

"Sure enough, a wizard who can't fight in close combat is not a good warrior."

He looked down at the pyroxene staff in his hand, then at the man lying on the ground.

I have to say that although the pyroxene staff used by apprentices is of low quality, its quality is still pretty good. It can hit people with such great force without breaking them.

However, as this guy fell and the crazy fire on the ground gradually died down, the strength in his body also began to disappear, just like a deflated ball, and he returned to his fragile appearance again.

"Alas, this is a one-time experience card..."

Reinhardt shook his head helplessly, and just as he was about to call the garrison soldiers, someone suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Looking down, he saw a hand as dry as tree bark tightly grasping the corner of his clothes.

The man was not dead yet. His head was drooping, blood foam was coming out of his mouth, and he was speaking something intermittently. He looked particularly terrifying.

"Oh..."

"...The King of Mad Fire... has returned..."

The man spoke meaningless words, and a faint smile appeared on his weathered face, with a hint of flattery.

But after saying this, the man let go of the corner of his clothes, collapsed to the ground and completely lost his life.

Seeing this, Reinhardt couldn't help but frown.

It wasn't because of the other person's mention of the King of Mad Fire or something like that, but because of the smile on this man's face. I felt like I had seen it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where it was at the moment.

As for the so-called Mad Fire King, he also knew that he was referring to Vic, a winner in life who was a member of the Round Table and had the reputation of Dragon Knight.

That guy, like Bernal, is the quasi-king closest to the King of Elden.

"But then again, this is really tragic..."

Reinhardt raised his head and looked around. He felt a little emotional at the devastated streets around him. He seemed to understand why the border area in his memory had become so miserable.

Is it because of the Shattering War, the battle between demigods?

No.

Demigods are not fools or lunatics. They also need the support of the people. How could they possibly destroy people's livelihood?

Now, just one epileptic patient has turned this street into this state, so what if there are more epileptic patients?

You know, war is the breeding ground for despair, and despair is the sacrifice that summons the fire of madness.

What's more, during the Broken War, not only epilepsy was ushered in, but also dementia caused by the broken magic circle.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

10. An olive branch from the Haimo classroom

The so-called dementia is the aftermath of the golden tree ceasing to bestow blessings.

This symptom is nothing to demigods and a very small number of people, but it is tantamount to a terminal illness for others who rely on the blessings of the golden tree.

He was almost unable to live or die, and eventually fell into madness.

All that can be done is to wait for the Faded Ones to come and plunder before they can be freed.

Therefore, when the Faded Ones return, it would be strange if the border area did not become a ruin.

However, there is a serious problem beyond this.

What's wrong with this man?

Why can even prayers like the "blaze of fire" be used?

As Reinhardt tried to think about the reason for all this, the figure at the top of the clock tower in the distance was muttering incomprehensible words.

"...It's not the time yet, it's not the time yet..."

The wide black robe made it impossible to see his face, and one could only vaguely hear the echo left in the air.

"The Mad Fire King we have been waiting for!

Burning and destroying the golden tree——

Invade and melt everything that separates you and me!

Oh, may chaos fill the world!"

...

Soon after, the soldiers on patrol arrived, but among them was a magician wearing a hood.

"People from Haimo's classroom? Why are they here?"

Reinhardt frowned, feeling that something was amiss and not as simple as it seemed.

But if you think about it from another perspective, it makes sense.

After all, there was an epileptic patient, so it was normal for someone from the Haimo classroom, which was responsible for settling disputes, to come.

The only problem now is the dead middle-aged man at my feet, and the problem is extremely big.

Soon, the law enforcers from the Hammer classroom arrived with soldiers, and Reinhardt took two steps back to make room for them.

"Did you do this?"

The leading magician looked at the corpse lying on the ground, then raised his head to look at Reinhardt, and a slightly dull voice sounded from under the pyroxene stone sleeve.

Reinhardt did not hide this and nodded, "Yes."

"very good."

I don't know why I praised him like that, but then I turned around and looked him up and down through the hood.

This kind of look gives people a disgusting feeling, as if looking at a commodity.

"Um...."

The magician pondered for a moment and asked again, "You are the magic apprentice taking the test this year, right?"

"Correct."

"Very good, you have a strong ability to adapt to changing circumstances. Are you interested in joining our Haimo classroom?"

"what?"

The sudden olive branch made Reinhard a little confused, and he asked tentatively: "...Do I have the right to refuse?"

"No."

The other party's answer was very decisive, which also made him stunned.

Damn it, this guy is worthy of being the one wearing a mask, he is so willful.

Originally, he had planned to join the Razli Classroom to learn Kalia magic, and by the way, sneak into the Kalia Castle to find out the mastermind behind the manipulation of Servais.

But in the end, he was forcibly invited to join the Haima classroom? !