.Hey, you guys, don't go over there!"
He raised his hand and shouted something to try to stop them, but it was too late.
"That damn bastard!!!"
The Cuckoo Knights, seemingly freed from their immobilization spell, raised their weapons and charged once more. The moment their weapons fell, the man's gaze returned to normal, and his eyes suddenly erupted with a fountain of yellow, manic fire.
Flames, resembling balsam fire, surged forth, covering the sky and earth.
In a mere instant, the cuckoo soldiers, along with their weapons, were melted and vanished by the burst of mad fire, without even having time to utter a final scream.
It was as if it had never existed.
The only evidence of their existence is the smell of ashes in the air and the traces of burning yellow flames scattered on the ground.
"Hahahaha, fantastic! Wonderful! You filthy scum deserve to return to the embrace of God! Sacrifices, I need more sacrifices! May chaos fill the world!!!"
The man's manic laughter distorted his features as he scanned the surroundings for his next victim.
But soon, attention turned to Reinhardt.
"...Do you also want to return to God's embrace?"
The man's smile suddenly turned eerie and sinister. He covered his eyes again, as if he wanted to tear them apart, and let out an inhuman roar of pain.
"ah--"
"Damn it, not again?"
Although she couldn't hear what the man was muttering to himself, she knew from his expression that he was about to launch another attack, and that she was the target.
However, normally, the distance between Reinhardt and the man was already beyond the attack range of Mad Fire Prayer, and he also had enough time to escape during the time he was gathering his strength.
Strangely, this time it became an instant cast.
Before Reinhardt could react, the prayer mark of three-finger mad fire appeared in front of the man, and a beam of yellow light shot out from it, tearing through the air as if breaking the sound barrier and arriving in front of him in an instant.
It is a fiery inferno.
I recognized him immediately.
But how could an ordinary middle-aged man have so many mad prayers, and even know how to ignite madness?
This is something only those whose sanity is slightly superior to that of Madfire can use; even in Madfire Village, no one can perform a prayer of this level.
There's definitely something wrong here!
But he didn't have time to think about these trivial matters right now.
Bang--
With a sudden, powerful push, the bluestone bricks beneath his feet shattered, and Reinhardt's figure vanished, the beam of mad fire he had shot at missing its target.
Swish—
Swish—
Swish—
Like a hound, Reinhardt moved nimbly through the streets, pulling out a short cane from his pocket and waving it a few times.
Pyroxene Swift Demonic Gravel!
As the tiny brilliance stone embedded at the top emitted a faint light, the azure blue mark of the magic academy appeared.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Several orange magic pebbles shot out from it, like shooting stars with long, thin tails, striking the man's body one after another.
Unfortunately, the attack only caused the man to take a few steps back and did not cause any real harm.
Only the slight fire elemental residue from the magic gravel burned away part of the man's clothes, revealing charred marks.
"Damn it!"
Reinhardt couldn't help but curse under his breath.
Even though the magic power he now possesses is almost several times that of before, the Radiant Stone Staff he uses as a medium is too low-grade, the kind only for apprentices.
Using the sapphire magic is completely ineffective; even if you wanted to throw bricks with great force, you couldn't.
"Since that's the case..."
He glanced down at the wand in his hand, clenched it tightly, and then disappeared again.
When it reappeared, it was already behind the man, its sapphire staff raised high.
"Then I'll smash you to death!"
The short cane swung down like a small hammer, the diadem at the tip slamming into the man's neck, making a sound like bones shattering.
Thump—
The man was knocked to the ground in a bizarre position.
With a loud thud, the skull slammed into the bluestone floor tiles, creating a spiderweb-like crack.
At the same time, the yellow smoke in the man's eyes gradually faded, revealing his eyeballs, which were yellowed and rotten like embers.
"As expected, a mage who can't fight in melee is not a good warrior."
He looked down at the brilliance staff in his hand, then at the man lying on the ground.
It must be said that although the apprentice-grade sapphire staff is low-grade, its quality is not bad; it didn't break even after being hit with such force.
However, as this guy fell and the mad fire on the ground gradually died down, the power within him also began to disappear, like a deflated balloon, and he returned to his frail appearance once again.
"Sigh, this is a one-time trial card..."
Reinhardt shook his head helplessly, and just as he was about to call the garrison soldiers, his clothes were suddenly grabbed.
Looking down, he saw a withered hand, like tree bark, tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.
The man was still alive, his head drooping, blood and foam coming out of his mouth, muttering something intermittently, looking particularly terrifying.
"Heh..."
"...The King of Mad Fire...has returned..."
The man uttered words that were difficult to understand, and a faint smile appeared on his weathered face, tinged with a hint of flattery.
But after saying that, the man loosened his clothes, collapsed to the ground, and died completely.
Upon seeing this, Reinhardt frowned.
It wasn't because of the "King of Mad Fire" or anything like that the other person mentioned, but rather the smile on this man's face that felt familiar, though I couldn't quite place it.
As for that so-called King of Mad Fire, he knew it too; it simply referred to Vic, a winner in life and known as the Dragon Knight, who was a member of the Round Table Hall.
That guy, like Bernal, is the closest to becoming the King of Elden.
"But then again, this is really tragic..."
Reinhardt looked up and around at the destroyed streets, feeling a pang of sadness. He seemed to understand why the border area he remembered had become so devastated.
Is it because of the Shattered War, the clash between demigods?
No, that's not the case.
Demigods aren't fools or madmen; they also need the support of the people, so how could they possibly destroy the livelihoods of the people?
Right now, a single epileptic patient has turned this street into this state. What if there were more epileptic patients?
It is important to understand that war is the breeding ground for despair, and despair is the sacrifice that summons madness.
Moreover, the Broken Wars brought not only epilepsy, but also dementia caused by the shattering of the Dharma Ring.
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10. An olive branch from the Highmore Classroom
The so-called dementia is a consequence of the golden tree ceasing to bestow blessings.
This symptom is nothing to demigods and a very small number of people, but it is tantamount to a terminal illness for others who rely on the blessing of the Golden Tree.
He was in a state of near-death, and eventually descended into madness.
The only thing that can be done is to wait for the faded ones to come and plunder before they can be freed.
So when the faded ones return, it would be strange if the border didn't turn into ruins.
However, there is another serious problem.
What's wrong with this man?
Why is it possible to use a prayer like "blazing fire in the air"?
As Reinhardt tried to figure out the reason for all this, the figure at the top of the distant clock tower muttered something incomprehensible.
"...It's not the right time yet, it's not the right time yet..."
His large black robe obscured his face, and only the faint echoes in the air could be heard.
"The King of Mad Fire we have been longing for!"
Burn and destroy the golden tree—
Invade and melt away everything that separates us!
Ah, may chaos fill the world!
...
Soon after, the soldiers on patrol arrived, but among them was a hooded magician.
"People from the Heimer School? What are they doing here?"
Reinhardt frowned, sensing that something was amiss and that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
However, it makes sense if you look at it from a different perspective.
Given the emergence of a patient with epilepsy, it's quite normal for someone from the Heimon Classroom, responsible for resolving disputes, to come.
The only problem now is the middle-aged man who died at my feet, and the problem is serious.
Soon, the enforcers from the Heimer classroom arrived with soldiers, and Reinhardt stepped back two paces to give them space.
"Did you make this?"
The leading mage glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, then looked up at Reinhardt, and a slightly muffled voice came from under the sapphire stone armor.
Reinhardt did not hide anything from this, nodding and saying, "Yes."
"very good."
She didn't know why she praised him like that, but then she turned around and looked him up and down repeatedly through the hood.
That kind of gaze is annoying, like looking at a product.
"Um...."
The magician pondered for a moment, then asked again, "You must be one of the magic apprentices who took the test this year, right?"
"right."
"Very good, you have a strong ability to adapt to changing circumstances. Would you be interested in joining our Haimo Classroom?"
"ah?"
The sudden offer of an olive branch left Reinhardt somewhat bewildered, and he tentatively asked, "...Do I have the right to refuse?"
"No."
The other party's answer was decisive, which left him stunned.
Damn, no wonder he's wearing a hood, he's really reckless.
He had originally planned to join the Razli classroom to learn Kalia magic, and incidentally infiltrate Kalia stronghold to uncover the mastermind behind the manipulation of Servais.
But instead, they were forcibly invited into the Haymore Classroom?!
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