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While the soldier was taking out his walkie-talkie, he looked up at the man of light hanging in the sky above his head and muttered to himself.
What a cautious guy.
I didn't expect that even though I was responsible for the easiest task, it was still difficult to execute.
When Blois learned that the conspiracy had been exposed, he appeared calm and confident, and said that there was no need to worry about the city lords causing any trouble.
But in fact, a large number of fake magic nodes were added.
And he never revealed it to anyone, not even Pestoya, who treated the fake arrangement as real, so that Zhang Mu was deceived.
After Mih destroyed the first one, he immediately noticed that the blood-red color that enveloped the capital and filled the air showed no sign of weakening.
It even became more intense as ordinary citizens of the city became unable to resist the capture of the magic circle.
At this moment, the surrounding void was full of blood, and the sight seemed to be covered by a layer of blood-colored gauze.
Mi He felt a little anxious as he sensed the scarlet light around him was attenuating slightly.
He is a magician and can determine the authenticity of magic nodes with his powerful mental power, but the soldiers cannot do that and can only dismantle them one by one according to the markings on the map.
This results in extremely slow efficiency, and the unlucky ones have not actually met a single one from the time they set out until now.
"Report!" The soldier seemed to have ended the call and put the walkie-talkie into his jacket pocket. "The fastest team among the remaining teams has reached the third node."
Only the third one?
Mih frowned, wanting to urge him but holding himself back.
It was not considered slow, after all, they had to dismantle the houses one by one and deal with the guards.
We have to step up the training of the First Army's own professionals, otherwise, as long as it involves magic-related aspects, it will always be easy to stumble when taking action.
Of course, this is a vision for the future. The most important thing at the moment is to dismantle the blood sacrifice array.
If other teams are slow, you have to take on more responsibility.
Mih's eyes focused, he took out the map, glanced at it, and rushed to the next location.
Perhaps because too many fake targets were added, the nodes were densely distributed and not too far away from each other.
It took them only three minutes to reach a street shop.
As usual, they killed the guards first, and then walked through the corpses and entered the shop.
Closing his eyes and sensing the magical fluctuations of the magic circle on the ground, Mi He felt slightly happy. He was very lucky that two consecutive ones were true.
The staff was lightly pointed forward, and a silver-white space curved blade shot out.
At the moment when the sharp edge was about to touch the magic circle, a withered hand appeared in the middle out of thin air, and the wrinkled five fingers clenched, and the curved blade in space was shattered like glass, turning into large irregular fragments and dissipating.
Mih was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and looked up along his arm, and a familiar old man's face came into view.
"Fleming?!"
He was so surprised that he was about to go over to reminisce about the past, but the soldier behind him strode past him and stopped him with his gun raised: "Sir, he is an enemy!"
After being reminded, Mih reacted and looked at the magic circle flashing red light: "I know you are a subject of the king, but... why?"
Resistance... No, the Free Army. The Free Army was suggested to him by Fleming, and he provided various supplies to ensure daily operations.
Even their hidden base, the magnificent forbidden magic circle in the Silent Forest, was built by him personally.
From Mih's perspective, why would such a person who strongly supports the "Free Army" stop himself?
Fleming's spirit seemed to be much weaker.
He raised his head with some difficulty and answered the question irrelevantly: "The Resistance Army is more suitable than the Free Army. Who named it?"
"I think it's a good idea for Lord Gul to call us that, so I adopted it."
"Hehe..." Fleming's voice was hoarse and low, as if it was squeezed out of his throat. "Where did you recruit those soldiers behind you?"
"They are now soldiers of the Ghor First Legion, recruited voluntarily by former members of the resistance."
"Volunteering?"
Fleming's hunched figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was almost face to face with the soldier who was blocking Mih.
"Why join the First Army?"
"I won't answer the enemy's questions!" The soldier was noticeably nervous, and the knuckles of his hands gripping the gun handle turned white.
He knew that the old man was a powerful enemy, after all, he had easily crushed Mr. Mih's magic.
Being rejected, Fleming did not show a cold face, but a smile in his eyes: "Brave soldier, isn't it?"
The second half of the sentence was asked while looking at Mihe.
Nodding: "Although the First Army was established not long ago, they have experienced blood and fire, and they are not afraid of death."
As he spoke, Mih pulled the soldier behind him and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fleming, now is not the right time to reminisce. I am also a soldier in the First Army.
As a soldier it is your duty to obey orders."
"Oh, you're not the legion commander?" Fleming asked curiously, not seeming to care about the threat in the words.
"It's Domit, the one I mentioned to you."
"Domit...was he the one who appointed him?"
Mih knew who "he" was referring to and shook his head: "The First Army only appoints officers based on their abilities. He became the corps commander based on his own abilities."
"Interesting little guy." Fleming turned his head to face the center of the royal capital. His sight seemed to penetrate the wall and he saw the young man who was fighting in the distance.
"Mr. Fleming." Mih didn't want to waste the already tight time, so he slowly raised his staff, "I think we have to..."
"Haha... look at how serious you are."
Fleming chuckled a few times, then whispered something in a voice that only he could hear.
"What did you say?" Mih took a step forward, trying to hear what he said clearly.
But he had already stopped mumbling and said, "I have to go first. I have something else to do."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure became illusory and transparent until he disappeared.
What did he do?
Mih looked around his body in confusion.
After finding nothing unusual, he heaved a sigh of relief: "It's best that we don't have to fight him."
He raised the staff, ready to release the space blade to destroy the staff, but when his eyes fell on the magic circle, he suddenly felt awkward.
It’s like there’s a discrepancy between reality and my memory. I try hard to recall but can’t find the blurred parts of my memory. The picture in my mind is exceptionally clear, but the real thing is right in front of me.
Where is the problem?
Mihe's scalp was almost broken by scratching.
What happened?
Not only him, but more than a dozen soldiers behind him were also scratching their heads.
If the soldiers of the First Army were assembled at this time, they would be shocked to find that all of them showed the same symptoms.
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Fleming walked on the stone road, seemingly slowly but actually quickly. When he approached the magic tower, the ground under his feet became gravel that was no longer flat, but it did not affect his steady pace at all.
"Time is running out." He glanced at the roadside not far away, where several soldiers were squatting on the ground, scratching their hair frantically with their ten fingers, as if they hadn't washed their hair for half a month.
As the owner, the God is recovering the lost property that Fleming stole from Him.
Slowly, but unstoppable.
If it were before today, Fleming's mantra would never have become less effective.
His heart warned himself to speed up, and his steps became more rapid.
After about half a minute, the old man stood in front of the main entrance of the magic tower.
He raised his head to look at the encirclement and annihilation battle in the sky, and then looked at one of them intentionally or unintentionally.
"Biyaou...you should have run away."
After mumbling to himself, he walked towards the tightly closed door of the magic tower. The moment his body was about to collide with the towering ice door, he activated the shadow spell and went straight through.
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"Hey, where did the people go?"
While Zhang Mu was busy weakening the middle-aged saint, he took half a second to look down at the open space in front of the magic tower and was surprised to find Fleming's figure flashed by.
“Enter the tower.
Is that the one who went in front a senior?"
Worried that Avril would encounter danger if she entered the tower, he secretly withdrew from the siege a few minutes ago and tried to sneak into the magic tower to confirm his identity.
But the wide, towering door made of ice and snow could not be blown open.
Because the tower was made entirely of magical materials, shadow magic was ineffective, so he had no choice but to return to the battle circle.
Who would have thought that when Bai Bai took the time to take a look in his busy schedule, he saw Fleming in front of the tower gate, passing through the ice gate without any hindrance.
"It looks like shadow magic." He muttered to himself, and while the city lord's attention was focused on the Saint level, he threw out a few mutant ice cones without slowing down.
After thinking for a while without any results, Zhang Mu put it aside for the time being and focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him.
After the obstacles are resolved, everyone will focus on finding a way to enter the tower.
Just ...
The gaze shifted to the middle-aged man surrounded in the center.
Seeing that the reflective shield only dimmed a little, Zhang Mu felt a little toothache.
The magic power is so damn strong!
Moreover, as the battle continued, the city lords suffered heavy losses, especially the knights who were responsible for close combat, and there were not many left.
If we delay any longer, I'm afraid they will all die here.
"What should I do..."
Zhang Mu stopped shooting the ice cones in distress and was about to think of a countermeasure when suddenly an old voice sounded in his ears.