Dozens of figures quietly dispersed into a blocked, deserted town.
There were thirty-two of them, the first time since the New Year that there had been so many humans in the town.
"Team 'Holy Grail' has completed the construction of the barrier base. Left wing commander 'Judgment' has begun area planning. All teams, start the magic circuit second hand, 10, 6, 3. 0. Completed. Okay, notify the lieutenant to act according to the scheduled time."
The "magic circuit" second hand is a unique timing method used by magicians. Compared to mechanical clocks that require the use of the eyes, the timing method that directly acts on the magic circuit is more convenient in battle and has higher accuracy.
The magicians spread out in echelons without a trace of disorder. Their style is more like that of an army than magicians. This group of individuals without any ego is actually a combat unit directly under the Law and Politics Department of the Magic Association. Its name is Squadron E.
"The hierarchical isolation barrier is complete. It can be activated half a minute after the area is divided. If you want to destroy this land, you can start in an hour."
The adjutant "Tank" who was in charge of the brigade asked for instructions through the communication system - whether to search in sections and defeat them one by one; or to destroy them along with this land without any fighting.
The former takes less time, while the latter is more reliable.
"Both will be done at the same time. Let the Judgment team finish the division as soon as possible. Let the Sword team and the Pentacle team immediately start to check the surrounding area. Let the Scepter team continue to prepare to destroy the magic. Let the Holy Grail team release the familiars and then stand by."
A series of commands came from the headset.
"Captain, isn't this a bit too radical?" "Tank" was a little confused.
"Radical? But I don't think that's enough. The enemy hasn't taken any action so far, which is too abnormal. We must find out what they are planning as soon as possible."
"Yes, Captain—all the team listen up, speed up the progress!"
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In a small building in the center of the town, a handsome young man in gorgeous clothes opened his bright red eyes and said to himself:
"Is it here? The puppy raised by Barthelmero..."
The young man ignored the distance limit and looked at the three teams scattered in the town.
"This arrangement, with segmented searches and wide-area annihilation being carried out simultaneously... is more radical than I expected. Is the commander of this E-Squadron too stupid to have any doubts? Or does he have other plans?"
After thinking for a moment and not getting an answer, the young man shook his head and stopped thinking about the insignificant details.
"No matter which one it is, it won't change the outcome of your destruction tonight. The plan remains unchanged. Team one, team two, team three, you go to attract the attention of the magicians. You don't need to cause much damage to the enemy, just hold them back and prevent them from leaving."
Dense red dots lit up in the corners of the house. They were pairs of eyes, the eyes of vampires.
The next second, all the doors and windows opened at the same time, and dense red dots spread out in three streams.
After dozens of seconds, the huge room returned to calm.
The young man continued to look into the distance, his originally tense expression gradually relaxing. He clenched his white palm tightly, and when he loosened it again, a strange white mist appeared in his hand.
"Foolish E-Team, you will never imagine that the barrier you set up to block us will in turn cause you to fall into the abyss!"
The night wind blew, dispersing the white mist in the young man's hands.
Soon, a veil-like mist enveloped the entire deserted town, just like it had a few months ago.
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A qualified commander will not ignore any disturbance on the battlefield, and "Chariot" is such a commander. Although he is not good at conspiracy, he has a very keen sense of battlefield.
The moment the mist appeared, he gave the order "Be careful of the fog" as if it were a reflex.
However, after the order was issued, no feedback was received from the cadres, not even a single one.
"No, this fog can interfere with communication spells."
"Tank" immediately figured out the purpose of the fog, but he was not panicked, because there was more than one way to communicate between the E-Team. He took out a walkie-talkie from his tactical backpack, and a familiar voice came out of the receiver with a slight "sizzle".
"Everyone, everyone, pay attention. The composition of the fog has been determined. It is the remnant of the spirit particles of 'Valzia Night'. Its effect is to interfere with long-range magic."
"'Tank'; received, 'Tank'; received, all personnel please switch to technological equipment, all personnel please switch to technological equipment." While "Tank" was giving orders, he admired his captain in his heart.
Before leaving for Italy, he specially asked the Bartmero family to get a batch of individual equipment used by the British Royal Special Forces to equip his subordinates. At first, no one understood, thinking that this thing had no use other than increasing the weight. Now, everyone understands.
The deep-rooted traditional thinking of the mysterious side has led to the entire mysterious world ignoring the progress of science and technology. This is true for magicians, and even more so for the immortal dead disciples. They often take precautions against various mysteries, but ignore various high-tech equipment.
Communication spells are being jammed? No problem, we still have radio.
The detection technique was interfered with? It doesn't matter, there is still individual radar.
Do you have the ability to create electromagnetic interference
With the assistance of modern warfare equipment, Squadron E was not affected by the fog and continued to carry out its tasks step by step.
"This is Judgment. We have found traces of the Dead Apostles. Please give us instructions."
"This is the Hermit; we have also found traces of Dead Apostles. They are all low-level scum. No high-level Dead Apostles have been found yet."
"Here is the 'King';... "
After hearing the officers' reports, "Warrior" snorted: "Can you finally hold it in? Except for the "Scepter" team, everyone else should start hunting in teams. Don't let any dead apostles escape! Leave that "White Feather" to me. I want to twist his head off with my own hands!"
"Yes, sir!"
The hunting operation of the E-Brigade has officially begun!
In less than five minutes, more than ten low-level Dead Apostles were destroyed by various magics.
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The young man in white showed an expression of astonishment that was difficult to conceal.
"They actually used such vulgar things. Where is the glory of the magician they admire?"
After the astonishment, there was great anger!
"Damn you, E-Team. Why don't you just step into the trap? Why do you have to struggle to the death? Well, since you like to kill, then kill them to your heart's content. They are just cannon fodder anyway. If one group dies, the next group can be produced quickly. As a price, I will torture you to the point where you would rather die than live!"
The moment he finished speaking, a feather appeared in the young man's hand. It was pure white and glowed in the darkness, like an angel's feather in the legend.
This is the origin of his name "Bai Yu", and it is also the most precious token given to him by his father.