Fairy’s Box

The alchemist relied on the magic of turning mud into stone, with the main obelisk and the duel arena as the center, relying on the surrounding green belt, and integrated the barriers together with the surrounding watchtowers and trenches into the form of an independent castle. The outer wall of the fort adopts a concave polygonal structure, which is convenient for multiple strikes by cross-fire, which is commonly known as the bastion.

There are a total of six protruding walls, the inclined embankment is half a right angle, and not far behind is a higher side wall. That way, even if the perimeter of the fort was taken, they could retreat into the second line of defense to attack.

This ability to build a city overnight, relying on the combined use of multiple spells, was inherited from the Mithridates Puppet Dynasty (Magic Empire). Although there are still many immature points, for a group of rookies with almost zero experience, it has been regarded as the explosion mode, which is commendable.

The temporary commander of the city defense team was, of course, Ilunzia. Genevieve was appointed by her as the commander of the fire force. The purple-haired giant Han Nanette was in charge of the front line under the city, plus Yale, who had just returned.

The obelisk has assembled all the natural disaster knights, a total of twenty-five, with three origin knights, and the highest combat power on the bright side is here.

In front of the trench under the bastion, Pearson pointed to the east where the rising sun was rising, and stopped: "The attacking team is there. I still have business, so I won't accompany me."

"Thank you." The black-haired knight thanked, holding the commission in his hand, and walked straight over. In the team of hundreds, he saw the familiar red hair dancing in the wind at a glance.

At this moment, Luya is no longer in the dark maid outfit, but in a valiant winter uniform with a dark green double-breasted coat on the upper body, tight trousers of the same color on the lower body, and over-the-knee boots.

Behind her back was a life-size giant sword with an open edge. The length of the lightsaber was close to five feet. Thanks to her tall stature, she would not be able to walk even if she was a woman of average height.

"It looks like he's resting well." The female knight found him from a distance, turned her head, and the burgundy ponytail behind her hips moved into the wind.

"Luya, you also attack the fortified team...?" The black-haired knight looked at her hesitantly.

"I'm the second line of defense, and I'm not the same as you." Luya raised the small bamboo basket in her hand, and at the same time inexplicably turned her eyes away, looking at the toe of the leather boots and said:

"I... the reason why I came here is to bring breakfast to Charlene."

"It turns out that you and Charlene are good friends." Yale suddenly realized, and then looked around: "Didn't you say it's my deputy, where is she?"

"Go for breakfast."

"You are stationed here, don't the hospital still send breakfast?" He was furious.

"I've finished eating what I delivered, and she's not satisfied yet... That's what it means." The female knight looked melancholy.

"Sorry...it's hard for you."

"It's nothing, I'm leaving." Luya seemed to have something on her mind, she waved her hand, and left with the giant sword on her back.

Watching the female knight leave and entering the densely populated front line, Yale looked at the people around him, and neatly took out the commission:

"I'm Yale Bernstein, a professional Berserker. From now on, I will be in charge of the attacking team, and I hope to cooperate with everyone."

"It's the same for anyone who comes, you can be the boss if your fist is hard enough." A sturdy knight with a beard on his face stood up, holding a heavy axe in his hand, touching the blade of the axe, and said:

"Sister Charlene's fist is hard enough. We all obey her. You are her man, and her fist is definitely harder. I will obey you."

The man lit up the four stripes on his sleeves, carried the big axe to his shoulders, and stretched out his fist: "My name is Eves Reilly, a knight of natural disasters, a professional Berserker, Bernstein's second seat, very it's happy to meet you."

The black-haired knight walked over to him, bumped fists with each other, and said with a big laugh, "Both Berserkers, I know you, but I haven't had the chance to meet each other."

On the grass, another natural disaster knight stood up, shook the grass clippings on his body, looked at him and said: "I have seen the battle between you and Genevieve, it is very powerful, if you are in command of this team, I have no idea. Opinion."

This knight is slightly inferior to Eves, but also has broad shoulders and round shoulders, dark complexion, a short sword on his waist, and also stretched out his right fist:

"I'm Clay Okorigan, a professional, a swordsman."

"Thank you very much." The two stout fists touched together and quickly separated. The support of the two natural disaster knights completely laid the foundation for Yale's command.

Upon seeing this, all the members of the attacking team stood up and gave a raised hand salute in different ways, which was regarded as approving the airborne captain.

The black-haired knight looked at their sparse movements and frowned slightly: "Yves, can you tell me about the team's situation?"

"Of course." The bearded berserker agreed.

The bottom of the main tower of the obelisk, deep in the underground palace.

In the old and empty corridors, rows of stone booths protrude from the ground, and countless ancient treasures are neatly displayed inside, which are integrated with the earth and indestructible.

Gold and precious stones are not worthy of entering this place, and the items that can be preserved here are at least antiquities with a thousand-year history or special symbols. Whether it is the utensils of the Bronze Age, or the solitary books containing ancient spells, or the works of art of the classical era, they are all sealed in crystals with constant magic power, which can be preserved forever if there is no accident.

Dean Benedict and his assistant Jerhine were standing at the end of the road, and in front of them was a fresco engraved with tulip patterns.

"Sir, please clean your hands." Jie Haiyin bowed and took a small step back, raised the spherical copper bottle in his hand, the round lid opened with a bang, and the fragrance of olive oil came out.

The old dean silently dipped his hands into the copper bottle, and after soaking his hands with olive oil, he put his palms on the center of the tulip pattern:

"Each life has its own unique radiation, and as long as it is strong enough, it will have an impact on everything within the radiation range. And replace the common sense in this enclosed space. This is the ability of all ultimate life forms..."

Just halfway through his words, a low roar suddenly came from nowhere, and echoed around the entire underground palace, and then the ground beneath his feet began to tremble, and the more the tremor, the stronger, the surrounding stone walls sent thorns and pulls. There was a terrible rubbing sound of pulling, and dust and gravel rustled from the dome of the underground palace.

During the violent shaking, Benedict stood unmoved, and continued to say when the roar gradually subsided:

"From taking the extraordinary first step, the Scourge Knight will also generate its own unique radiation, which, although weak, can neutralize part of the evil god's power. However, this alone is not enough to ensure that the main seat will not be affected. . We can survive safely until now, it is relying on its power!"

boom--!

The budding tulips in the fresco suddenly bloomed and slowly broke away from the wall. The dazzling brilliance illuminated the underground palace as if it were daylight, and suspended in front of the two of them with a substantial spiritual body.

"The secret treasure sealed here is one of the three holy swords of the empire... The symbol of holiness and justice, the legendary sword of permanence Durandal."

With a passionate melody in the old dean's words, he plunged his right hand covered with olive oil into the stamens - touching this sword with an unclean body will cause burns, and olive oil has religious significance for decontamination.

"Sir!" In the vast sea of ​​light, Jie Haiyin found a strange stance on the other side, and he was constantly forcing himself back.

"This is justice...pure...great power!" Benedict squeezed the hilt of the sword with difficulty, and slowly pulled it out of the stamen in the invisible repulsion.

Keng——!

The sound of sword chants resounded in all directions, the brilliance instantly subsided, and the underground palace was covered by dim lights again.