Salin couldn't care less about the elemental transformation around the firebird. He pushed Nania into the metal barracks and followed her in. Su was the last to enter. Sue pulled down the metal door of the barracks with one hand and locked it. Salin immediately released a spell to seal the gap between the metal door.
"Nania, add earth magic!"
Salin knew that his water magic wouldn't work. Nania nodded. The earth element condensed into yellow crystals, completely turning the metal door into a wall without any gaps.
The metal barracks were almost square in shape. Originally, there was only enough space for a squad of fifty people. However, it wasn't a place to stay, but a temporary shelter. Everyone stood there. It was a little crowded with more than two hundred people. Nania took out a small box. On it were two wind-elemental magic arrays embedded with low-level magic cores.
Although it was powered by low-level magic cores, the box was used in Qin Yin's warships and could provide some air. When Qin Yin first researched diving ships, they were equipped with many of these magic devices. Otherwise, if the ship was underwater and didn't have a chance to breathe, the crew would all die.
Salin had just entered the metal barracks when the Green Dragon Stone was already a sea of fire. The fire burned fast and fiercely. Red light shot up into the sky. Now, even if the reinforcements from North Town didn't launch fireworks, North Town knew that something was wrong.
Under the effect of divine magic, the water element broke down into smaller substances and quickly burned at a terrifying temperature. Salin and Nania nervously released one magic after another in the metal barracks through the thick metal walls.
Salin and Nania released a slime trap, which was an area of effect spell. After the spell was released, a thick layer of slime would condense on the huge metal barracks. This slime was difficult to burn with fire and lasted longer than ice.
All the white mist from the Green Dragon Stone surged towards the house where Salin and the others were hiding, turning into fuel for the continuous attack.
The slime trap didn't last long. Fortunately, it was of a low level. Salin and Nania released it continuously, consuming very little from their mental power to their magic strings. For Great Magicians, they didn't need to worry about consumption. However, Nania had released a mutated firebird spell, so she soon stopped helping Salin.
Felix took Nania's place with a smile. He wasn't familiar with the spell, Slime Trap. However, this spell was only used to isolate the burning flames. It didn't need to be cast instantaneously, as long as it worked well with Salin.
After persisting for half an hour, the temperature in the metal room inevitably rose. If this continued, the temperature in the metal barracks would reach the boiling point or even higher. The people in the room were like vegetables in the steamer, all of them would be roasted.
Only then did the Royal Swordsman Battalion reveal a horrified expression. Their magic armor could easily last for half an hour under the attack of the flames, but now, even with the protection of magic, it still caused such a huge impact. Relying on their own magic armor, they might not be able to withstand it.
"Don't worry, it's just high temperature." As Salin spoke, he changed the direction of his spell, and a green water flame appeared in his hand. This time, the Water Flame burned cleanly. Tornado and Snow Kill appeared outside the metal barracks.
Snow Kill was a spell with an abnormally low temperature and had a freezing effect. Salin did not intend to use this spell to put out the fire. Snowflakes condensed from water elements drifted down, like sharp blades, dancing in the tornado. The wind element blocked the burning flames, but not the freezing temperature.
The slime outside the metal barracks quickly turned into ice, and the whole barracks was frozen into a large lump of ice.
Salin did not want to keep fighting. He just wanted to lower the temperature of the metal barracks. The Green Dragon Stone was not completely ignited. There was still a lot of white mist, and from all directions, water elements were constantly replenishing here. After entering the range of the divine spell formation, they were transformed into that strange white mist. This white mist could be decomposed and turned into fuel. As long as no outsiders destroyed this divine spell formation, it could run for a whole day.
Even a Magic Shooter could not withstand a whole day of high-temperature attacks.
But when the cardinal saw the lump of ice outside the building put together by the mages, he immediately knew that his idea was wrong. If this went on, he would only attract the heavy troops of North Town, and it would be impossible to kill those people. Besides, his goal was to capture the messenger of Kushui Commandery alive. It was best not to kill him. That was why he used coercive methods instead of using powerful skills directly.
This kind of area attack might not be fatal to a Great Mage. As long as he controlled the time well and let the Great Mage exhaust himself, he could capture him alive as soon as he stopped. But no one expected that there was not one Great Mage on the other side, but three. The necromancer was not a concern, because he had a special holy weapon that could restrain the undead. This was also an accident. There were not many equipment in the Vatican that could restrain the undead. Without it, the necromancer would be very busy.
The cardinal realized that something was wrong, so he flipped the book in his hand to the later part and began to recite a new prayer.
"Supreme God, in this world, there are lost people who cannot find their way back. They are not lambs. I need the fire of hell to purify these heretics. However, this goes against my beliefs. Your forgiveness also makes me hesitant and confused … "
This prayer was three pages long. If it was a duel between two people, the other person would never allow him to recite it like this. In other words, this divine spell could not be used in the heat of the battle. It could only be used to control the situation.
A group of flags from North City fell into the white fog trap. They were still charging left and right, killing a large number of mistmen. But suddenly, the attacks of the mistmen sped up, and their numbers increased. Almost half of the white fog in the Azure Dragon Stone turned into various creatures to attack the soldiers of North City.
The creatures formed by the white mist were no longer humanoid. They were of all shapes and sizes. Although the soldiers of North City were elite, they had limited magic potions with them. They did not have a Great Mage with them, and their spatial equipment was pitifully small. They could not carry more resources.
"Qizheng, we are trapped. What do we do?" An officer who had been commanding the soldiers outside shouted. The white fog had dissipated a lot, but there were more strange creatures. The battle was fierce, and the soldiers could only barely defend by relying on the crossbows at the back. Once the formation was broken, it would be even more difficult to defend.
The faces of the two white-robed Mages were pale. They thought it was a small mission, and they would be compensated with magic cores for three months. They did not expect to fall into a trap that they could not resist.
Third-level Mages were very perceptive, but they could not see any flaws in the formation. Generally speaking, no matter how brilliant a formation was, it would have flaws. However, the people inside the formation could not counterattack, so it was not difficult for those outside to crack it.
The two third-level Mages could not understand anything about the formation, let alone crack it.
The commander of the flags, who was also Qizheng, was helpless when he heard the anxious question of his subordinate. No magic or divine spell could be an endless attack. There was a limit. An officer of his rank would receive guidance once a month from an experienced Mage to tell them what special situations they would encounter on the battlefield.
Therefore, the commander understood that the formation had exceeded the limit of his army. In other words, the formation would not stop attacking until the army collapsed.
"Protect the Mages. Use your heavy swords to draw a straight line on the ground. We will break out," the commander said calmly, but he was not confident at all.
The soldiers had been doing their best to protect the Mages. Any creature formed by the white fog would be attacked by the group if it tried to get close. The two Mages did not participate in the attack. Instead, they prepared Recovery Water one after another to heal the soldiers.
"Ah!"
A loud but short shout rang out. A ten-meter long white snake bit a soldier at the waist and dragged him into the white fog. This soldier was only a mid-level Swordsman, one of the weaker ones in the flag regiment. After fighting for more than half an hour, he was already tired. If he was not careful, he would be dragged away by the white fog. The people around him could not save him in time.
The soldier's armor was the worst in the flag regiment, but he was still not bitten by the white snake. After entering the white fog, his nose and mouth seemed to be blocked by mucus. He could not breathe or make a sound, so he quickly fell silent and fainted.
Because the mask of the armor was lifted, the muscles on the soldier's face quickly rotted and became a bloody mess.
The red robe saw all this and looked sad. He lowered his head and prayed. He was not a fanatic, and he did not like to spread the faith of God in such a way at all. However, the situation in front of him did not allow him to think too much.
More and more soldiers of North Town were dragged into the white fog. Many of the soldiers who came later pushed up their masks again, but the magic energy on the magic armor did not last long. After ten minutes, all the soldiers who were dragged into the white fog could not breathe, because the white fog had still corroded some of the fragile metal armor. The magic array on the armor was activated, trying to seal the armor, but it consumed more magic cores.
When the magic cores were used up, these soldiers could no longer escape the fate of death.
These dead soldiers suddenly stood up one by one and made a strange move. These soldiers began to devour the white fog around them. Every time they devoured some white fog, the bodies of these soldiers would grow bigger. The more white fog they devoured, the bigger the soldiers became.
This was not the Corpse Soldiers of Necromancy. The weapons in their hands grew bigger too. The unbelievable change stunned the soldiers who were still alive in North Town. More than a hundred giants more than twenty meters tall appeared around them. These giants were all transformed from their comrades.
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