The black mist of the Box of Erebus is indeed extremely resistant to spells. This has been confirmed in the underground ruins of the Orc King's Court. When the underground mist spreads, except for a small number of special spells, Basically no mage could stop its spread, so everyone had to pay a price and seal it in a white crystal box that could isolate all negative energy.
Where does that weird resistance to magic come from? This is indeed a mystery. The Second Research Group of the Imperial Royal Mage Association has been trying to solve this problem after applying for the right to research the Box of Erebus. Unfortunately, there has been no success for several months. Their only result , it is discovered that positive energy and holy light, which have the ability to purify, can slightly curb the spread of the black mist, and can also weaken it to some extent.
But no one knows that the black mist will become 'angry' due to the illumination of the holy light.
Will the fog be angry? It's weird to say this, but it's true.
In the year 833 of Starfall, late at night in early summer, on the Avenue of Truth in the Imperial Capital and around the Mage Association, the black sea of fog surged angrily, as if boiling and constantly swaying. The layers of undulating black waves seemed to be alive, with precise movements. It struck towards the direction of Robzek.
This wave was full of momentum, and the force contained in it seemed to be able to shatter the entire street. The harsh sonic boom caused by the tearing of the atmosphere continued to echo over the imperial capital, disturbing countless sleeping people.
"Good guy."
Robzek narrowed his eyes slightly. The paladin's body and spirit had already been tempered to an extraordinary level in long-term battles and meditation. The moment the sea of fog boiled, he was ready to deal with the attack. Faced with As the fog wave hit at supersonic speed, the ultimate paladin took a serious step forward. He raised his left hand, and the sacred runes turned in his palm.
"shield."
As soon as the concise and powerful words fell, a silver-white semicircular light curtain quickly unfolded with it as the center, covering Robzek and the street behind him.
[Holy Word·Barrier]
The moment the black wave hit the mask, it was bounced away by the blazing light. The counterattacking holy light shattered the black mist into pieces. The violent shock wave spread out in all directions, knocking out the surrounding houses and streets. There are big pits one after another, and hexagonal grids supported by runes emerge layer by layer on the surface of the mask, appearing indestructible.
"Let those city guards evacuate quickly! This is no place for them to stay!"
Within the mask of light, the old mage gave a loud order, ordering those ordinary people who were still lingering around to evacuate as soon as possible: "Seal the nearest three blocks, and quickly send someone to notify Nostradamus and His Majesty!"
—When these two take action, no matter how weird the black mist is, it will be completely eliminated.
Several other mages did not hesitate at all after hearing this instruction. They immediately went to evacuate the people and used magic to notify Nostradamus. Seeing this, the white-haired mage's face relaxed slightly, but there was still a trace of badness in his heart. premonition.
The loss of control of the Box of Erebus was just like the last demonic sacrifice incident. It was a serious mistake. The demonic incident caused several high-ranking officials of the city defense army and the praetorian guards to be demoted or transferred to idle positions. The Mage Association's mistake this time caused greater losses than the demon incident, and the punishment it received will undoubtedly be greater. Maybe several team leaders will be removed from their posts, and the association's budget will be cut.
But the reason why the white-haired mage is worried is not because of this. He is not from the second group. The opponent's mistakes have nothing to do with him, and even the punishment will not be severe. The reason why he has a bad premonition is because of the black mist before. The strange and sacred singing voice coming from the.
That was not a real voice, but a spiritual echo that resounded directly in his mind. The voice that could cross the will barrier of a golden peak mage and appear in his heart was definitely worth being vigilant about.
"Eee-la, ee-la-"
As if complying with the old mage's thoughts, a small but clear singing voice came leisurely from the black mist. Both Robzek and the old mage's eyes widened. Both of them felt a creepy sense of crisis at the same time, but they did not know that it had come from Where did it come from
"What is this sound-"
Before he finished speaking the doubtful words, the spirit of the Holy Knight who was maintaining the barrier of the Holy Word suddenly fell into a trance. He felt that there was a strange voice whispering in his mind. This voice seemed to be coming from far away, trivial and scattered. It was intermittent, as if it was telling or praising, this song should be part of a sacred hymn, but it could not make people feel at all at ease, only an extremely distorted and dizzy nausea feeling.
Because of this reason, there was an error in the operation of the Holy Light that should not have occurred, and a crack appeared in the flawless silver-white light mask.
The black mist that was originally dispersed by the Holy Word Barrier suddenly burst into flames. It suddenly crossed the gap in the light shield and penetrated into it. Both Robzek and the white-haired mage seemed to be petrified, and were absorbed without any resistance. It engulfs.
"Leader Moore!"
"Lord Robzek!"
Other mages and the church knights who had just arrived from a residence not far away and prepared to support saw this scene and exclaimed in unison. The young man named Vera who had just used the communication circle to notify Nostradamus The mage looked angrily at the black mist that gradually calmed down after engulfing the two people, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.
The white-haired mage known as Moore is the leader of the third research group of the Royal Mage Association, and is also his mentor. The old man has a strength close to the ultimate intention. Although the black mist in the Box of Erebus is strange, it is It is absolutely impossible to defeat a golden peak mage so easily.
The church knights on the side were even more surprised. Robzek was stronger than Moore. He was in the realm of ultimate will, and as a paladin, his resistance was definitely higher than that of mages of the same level. But this time The two of them were swallowed up by the black mist without resistance at the same time, which was simply incredible.
Not even the monster army in the Plague Land can do this.
The sound of rapid footsteps came from the other end of the street. It was the sound of the surrounding people hurriedly evacuating. Thousands of Imperial City residents were rudely awakened from their sleep. The mages used spells to semi-force this group of people to leave their homes. Residence, away from the dangerous black fog.
Under the protection of several church knights, a beautiful woman with long white-blond hair and eyes covered by black goggles also came near the Avenue of Truth. Her arrival made other confused church personnel around them regain their spirits and get rid of After getting over the confusion caused by Robzek being swallowed up by the black mist, these knights who had once again found their backbone quickly came to the side of the long-haired woman.
"Lord Saya!"
A knight who witnessed the paladin fighting the black mist and being swallowed up bowed to the nun named Shaye. He reported concisely in a low voice: "Lord Robzek fought against the black mist and failed unexpectedly. Now Swallowed by it, his whereabouts are unknown!”
"I know."
A soft and ethereal voice sounded. Saya nodded slightly and replied calmly: "Maintain the scene and don't let the black fog spread... Robzek is fine. His fire of life is still burning and stable as usual."
"yes!"
After receiving the order, several church knights quickly headed to the edge of the black fog. At this time, most of the people had been evacuated. Apart from the black fog, there were only empty houses and streets full of potholes on the entire Avenue of Truth. They Joining forces with each other and assuming a magic circle, although it is very likely to be useless, can delay it for a while.
At the same time, Saya turned her head silently. She looked in the direction of the black mist. Although her eyes were covered by the blindfold, it seemed that it could not block the woman's sight. Looking directly at the calm black mist, the nun's expression changed slightly: "It is not a mortal existence... The Box of Erebus, what exactly is in it..."
And as time and space rippled, this was what Joshua and Nostradamus saw when they came near the Royal Mage Association.
A huge and strange black mist that occupies more than half of the block is entrenched in the center of the street. It is hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters high. Although it looks like a mist that disperses with a blow, it is actually a mist that disperses. A bottomless accumulation of dark energy, but surprisingly, neither the warrior nor the old mage sensed any obvious negative energy reaction.
Around the mist, a dozen church knights and mages from several associations joined forces to block it from the surrounding streets. They were setting up a formation, preparing to seal the black mist in a certain area.
"… a bit big."
Nodding slightly, Joshua had to admit that the black sea of fog in front of him was indeed a bit bigger than he imagined. He frowned and said: "I originally thought that no matter how exaggerated it was, it would only swallow up a few houses. Nostradamus Master Si, this is more than just an experimental error."
—This is simply an experimental disaster!
"...What a shame! Where are the Hasselblads?!"
After seeing it, Nostradamus was stunned for a while. He was very familiar with the terrain around the Mage Association. He could tell at a glance that this black mist had completely enveloped the entire Royal Mage Association—by Joshua, an outsider. Seeing such a scene, Nostradamus, who was the president of the association, was a little worried. Suddenly, the old mage angrily rebuked loudly: "This old guy has caused such a big trouble by himself, but people are... Disappeared?! Shame on you, quit the association as soon as possible! Where is the Mur man? He should be in the association at this time, why is there no one there!"
"Let me deal with such a big mess, what use do you have!"
A young mage who was setting up a magic array noticed the noise behind him. When he looked back, he was so shocked that he dropped the staff in his hand. However, he couldn't care about it for the time being. The young mage immediately moved toward Nostradamus' place came running.
After seeing the young mage, Nostradamus's face became a little better. When the other person came to him, the old mage asked seriously: "Vera, what's going on? You reported it to me. At that time, we didn’t say that the black mist had spread to this extent! And where is your mentor Moore?”
"President! I don't know about this either!"
Although the young mage was a little nervous and panicked, his report was quite logical: "I was conducting an experiment with my mentor, but suddenly there was a huge sound of crystal shattering in the second underground research room. The mentor felt something was wrong, so he The experiment was terminated and I was asked to go out and have a look. The result..."
"The fog is spreading, isn't it."
Interrupting Vera's words, Nostradamus turned to look at the black mist. His eyes narrowed and his expression was vaguely scary: "Hasselblad, he must have violated the experimental regulations. That's right. The time limit is coming soon. If you don't come out again, As a result, his prestige will plummet - short-sighted fool!"
"Go on." He nodded slightly, indicating to Vera to continue.
"Yes!"
After swallowing, the young mage recounted what happened next. For example, Moore summoned all other mages still in the association to terminate the experiment, evacuate quickly, and took the lead in stopping the spread of the black mist. However, due to the black mist The anti-magic power had little effect, and while the situation was deteriorating, Robzek, the leader of the church mission, arrived to assist Moore in temporarily suppressing the black mist.
Speaking of this, Vera's expression was confused and puzzled: "Obviously Mr. Robzek has completely suppressed the black mist, and the Holy Light does have a restraining effect on it, but the black mist suddenly erupted, causing great harm to the mentor and Robzek. Mr. Ke launched a counterattack—and then, the two of them were swallowed up by the black mist as if they were petrified!"
The last part of the narrative was a little unclear, and the young mage's tone seemed to be self-doubting. He even felt that what he saw was an illusion, but both Nostradamus and Joshua, who was listening silently, could understand it, because This is indeed a very unbelievable thing. No one would have thought that a paladin at the ultimate level and an archmage close to the ultimate level would actually fall into the hands of a strange black mist.
And there is no resistance.
—This thing is a bit powerful.
Joshua nodded thoughtfully. He turned to look at the calm sea of fog, thinking that the ability of this thing was not consistent with the powerful monsters related to fog in his memory. Those monsters Although powerful, it is definitely not to this point.
But just such a glance made the warrior look stunned. He seemed to have discovered something, and then his expression changed slightly, and he looked solemnly into the bottomless darkness.
On the side, the exchange between Vera and Nostradamus continued. After the old mage confirmed a few details, he took a deep breath: "The living mist... It seems that we are all wrong, Erebus The box is not a box containing the sacred objects sacrificed by ancient races, but a container similar to the lich's phylactery, carrying a part of the life of the ancient evil object that was sacrificed."
When talking about evil things, Nostradamus paused slightly, but finally gave the definition firmly: "It caused great damage, and even made the leaders of the second group, third group of the association, and The casualties of Robzek, the leader of the church mission, can be destroyed if necessary.”
"No."
A soft voice sounded from the side and behind the old mage: "They are not dead. Neither Captain Robzek nor the mage gentlemen you mentioned are dead. Their fire of life is still strong, but they are just covered. A shadow."
Surrounded by several knights, the woman with long platinum hair walked slowly towards Nostradamus, Joshua and the others. Her eyes were covered with blindfolds, but her face was exactly where the two of them were. This woman Shaking his head slightly, he said: "Although this mist is weird and highly corrosive, it cannot kill those strong men so easily. If we act quickly, we can still rescue them."
"…Granden Abbey, Grand Sister of the Second Order of Fighting Brothers, Saya."
Recognizing the identity of the other party, Nostradamus did not make any more polite remarks. Now was not the time to pay attention to etiquette. He spoke directly: "The leader of the church mission, Robzek, was also caught in the black mist, but Judging from your expression, you don’t seem very worried.”
After a pause, the old mage changed his explanation. He frowned and asked seriously: "In other words, do you have any solution to the current situation?"
Nodding slightly, the nun named Saya was about to speak, but she suddenly turned her head and looked at the old mage's side.
No, to be precise, turn all your attention to...
Yesterday I accidentally opened Civilization... My fault, I shouldn't have thought that I could just play Civilization for a while after writing the detailed outline...
I’ll revise it later. This chapter is 4,500 words long, so I still count it from yesterday. I’ll try my best to write another chapter.
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