Fireball Spell Destroys the World

"...Dh'oine...you actually killed her...you dared to kill her..."

A howling mental storm swept through a large forest, like a tangible wind, bending trees and bending grass.

The last remaining Wild Hunt seemed to have gone mad.

The telepathic communication of those who understand language is interspersed with a large number of Elder Speech, constantly conveying intense anger, fear, regret, and sorrow.

"Does this mean that only Aion El is allowed to kill, and no one is allowed to resist?"

Ailin shook his head disdainfully and took out White Honey from the reagent bag.

"Phew~"

After drinking the potion, Ailin was covered in a thin layer of light red sweat.

The toxicity accumulated from the Giant Ghoul Decoction and the blizzard has been reduced to a minimum, as if a huge burden has been lifted.

"Hercules~"

The newly arrived male wizards were affected by this, and their horses and men collapsed and neighed, forcing them to dismount and fight.

Magical glows of various colors shimmered in the hazy smoke.

"What's wrong with that monster? Who killed whom?"

"What was that battle fluctuation just now, Miguel? Did you send others ahead to scout ahead?"

"I didn't." Miguel frowned.

After leaving Senne, he immediately went to the various Mage Tower to gather manpower.

He certainly didn't send anyone to scout ahead, but it's unclear whether Senne sent anyone other than Lian.

"But besides Senne, who else would risk their life to provoke the Wild Hunt?" Miguel muttered.

No! Yes, there are!

Miguel's eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly realized that when the Wild Hunt destroyed the Talent and Skill Association ' "Dangerous Experiment Alert Warehouse," there were more sorcerers than just their faction present...

"Be careful, other colleagues might try to steal our things!"

"What!" everyone exclaimed.

Some people hurriedly waved their staffs to disperse the smoke and dust in front of them, while others lightly tapped their index fingers to send the ball of light flying.

The moment they saw the situation inside the camp, everyone was stunned.

The Skeleton Knight, clad in black iron armor, had eerie ghostly flames flickering in the withered bones around his eyes.

It crouched in front of its headless companion's corpse, bringing a helmeted head, its face obscured by mud, close to the broken end, as if trying to piece it back together.

Crimson blood continued to gush from the severed area.

"It... it bleeds?" one of the wizards murmured blankly.

Of course the Wild Hunt bleeds; that's obvious.

Not only on that day, but many Wild Hunt shed their blood, which was spilled on the land of Ban Ade.

It was precisely because of that bloodstained strip of cloth and the ancient stone tablet magic of the Demon Source that they were able to catch up here so quickly.

But no one corrected him at that moment, not even Vilgefortz.

Everyone knew what he meant.

Wild Hunt... he actually died...

The most powerful ancient source of magic in the Northern Continent, and even the entire world, was Heng Gedimidis, who failed to leave behind a single corpse.

In recent days, they even suspected that the Wild Hunt was essentially a projection of some kind of demon into the mortal world, which would disappear directly once it was damaged to a certain extent.

It is recorded in epics that in the early days of human history when magic was first mastered, there were always Conclave of Sorcerers take risks for power.

The forbidden catalog of the Priests and Brotherhood of Sorcerers contains countless spells similar to Spellcasting, which prove this point.

But now, they saw a headless corpse of a Wild Hunt, bleeding profusely.

Etc!

Isn't Wild Hunt all about skeletons?

Where did all this blood come from?

"Miguel," someone swallowed hard, "Are you sure this was done by 'our' colleague?"

Miguel was unsure, so he remained silent.

But besides wizards, who else knows that the Wild Hunt is here?

Who has the power to behead them?

The Wild Hunt relentlessly pieced together the corpse, while the sorcerer's mind went blank.

For a moment, the small battlefield fell into an eerie calm.

A calm that Ailin couldn't understand.

"What's going on? Why haven't they started fighting yet?" Ailin asked, bewildered.

The enraged Wild Hunt and the wizard whose homeland has been destroyed—shouldn't they be like dry wood meeting a raging fire, ready to fight at any moment?

He was getting anxious, afraid that if the Wild Hunt talked to the wizards, he would be exposed.

That would be really dangerous.

fortunately.

His fears did not come true.

After several failed attempts, the Wild Hunt grasped a ruby staff and placed another amber staff from the ground into the female Wild Hunt's palm...

This action startled the wizards.

"Attack now! Are we wizards supposed to be chivalrous and let him bury his comrades before we fight?" a wizard shouted.

The male wizards were terrified and began chanting spells, brandishing their staffs.

But the Wild Hunt is even faster.

Startled by the incantation and magical fluctuations, he faced the corpse and whispered a sentence before calmly getting up.

The silver-gray staff, about 1.3 meters long, pointed to the sky and drew a circle.

When the semicircle was drawn, the gem at the top lit up with a red light, and a fireball the size of a human head, red to white, appeared almost out of thin air.

"...Dh'oine...you will all be buried with her..."

Wild Hunt said coldly.

The fireball scorched the air and flew towards the most densely populated area.

"Defend!" Miguel shouted.

The twelve male wizards quickly formed a formation of seven in front and five in the back.

It's not really a formation.

The five wizards, including Vilgefortz and the one who gave the orders, remained motionless and continued chanting their spells.

Seven male wizards, all with somewhat aged appearances, stepped forward, brandishing their staffs, burning Magic Material, and using their tools...

As soon as the fireball was launched, a blue barrier engraved with intricate symbols and incantations quickly appeared, closed, and blurred the wizards' appearances.

"Boom!"

A blinding white light exploded from the Fire Magic barrier, and the extreme heat caused the surrounding birch trees to quickly dry out, turn yellow, and then burst into flames.

The blue light membrane, with its flickering symbols and incantations, swayed and flickered, but at least it was blocked.

This brought a sigh of relief to the male wizards inside the barrier, who had been feeling quite shaken.

About twenty meters away, Ailin, hiding behind a rock, even heard a few cheers.

The wizards came prepared and easily parried the attacks... Hmm?

Ailin suddenly snapped off a corner of the stone he was holding.

Just as the previous fireball exploded, another... no... two fireballs shot out from the thick smoke...

Wrong!

One after another, simple, incandescent fireballs flew out of the camp like bullets, rapidly hurtling towards the wizards.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

The enormous blue barrier swayed and shook, sand and stones flew, grass was destroyed and trees were broken, and the air was heated to the point that it was almost bursting into flames.

On a boulder twenty meters away from the main battlefield, the intense shockwave and high temperature caused it to distort, revealing a blurry, astonished face.

Startled, Ailin quickly hid behind a rock, scanning her surroundings for a suitable hiding place.

As for inside the barrier...

A sorcerer who had just finished chanting a spell couldn't find his target amidst the blinding white light and intense magical shockwaves. He could only release the lightning he had painstakingly chanted in the direction from which the fireball was flying.

But after the lightning struck the barrier, it was immediately shattered by the incoming fireball, like a hammer striking glass.

The meticulously prepared and powerful spell proved utterly ineffective.

Enraged, the wizard roared in terror, "Miguel! Is this what you meant by 'severe injury'?!"

He wasn't the only one who experienced the same thing.

Of the five spells cast, only one, a meteor spell that fell from the sky, slowed down the release of the fireball.

"How did Lian survive?" a wizard asked, puzzled. "With his rudimentary magic, how could he escape such an attack, especially from two Wild Hunt?"

Vilgefortz's spells also failed to work.

Of course, this could also be because Mo Yuan was distracted at the moment...

His eyes would occasionally glance furtively at the burning woods and bushes.

Miguel, however, failed to notice this, and he didn't even have time to answer the other wizards' questions.

Because of the continuous fireballs, he had long since canceled his spellcasting.

The brown staff inlaid with obsidian shot out a white line that connected directly to the blue barrier, relieving the pressure on the male wizards in the front row whose eyes and ears were beginning to bleed.

Even so, the seemingly impenetrable magical defense was now as fragile as a soap bubble, bursting at the slightest touch.

To be honest, even if he had the energy to answer, he wouldn't know what to say.

"Could it be that Lian is bait released by the Wild Hunt to lure these greedy humans here?"

"But why was the Wild Hunt on the ground beheaded? Was it also bait?"

Is it necessary?

The dizziness from the rapid draining of his Divine Power, coupled with the bewildering behavior of the Wild Hunt, made his usually proud and sharp mind feel like a slug.

The shouts, cries for help, warnings, and curses around me seemed to be separated by a layer.

until...

He heard a strange noise.

"Click~"

The whole world fell silent in an instant.

All the male wizards were stunned for a moment, then looked up at the same time.

"Click~"

Another sound.

Cracks appeared on the azure light membrane, extending from the top all the way down to the ground.

"Run!!!"

Miguel screamed in terror.

At the same time.

"Snap!"

The magical barrier shattered instantly in mid-air, and two fireballs struck the two aged male wizards in the middle of the vanguard.

Before the two male wizards could utter a sound, their individual magical defenses were instantly vaporized without even a flicker of light.

"Boom!"

The fireball that hit its target exploded immediately, and the other five male wizards in the front row only had half a second to resist before the violent shockwave blasted them away.

Flying in mid-air, it was like a rag doll, torn to pieces.

Then the flesh and blood were burned into black charcoal, which scattered and flew away with the scorching wind, disappearing without a trace.

Even after the sorcerers' barriers shattered, the Wild Hunt's fireball bombardment did not end.

"Boom!"

One after another, they relentlessly bombarded the same spot without changing direction.

There are no intact plants around the campsite anymore.

The fire ignited a forest area of tens of meters in radius and continues to spread outward as the core temperature rises.

Its momentum is unstoppable, spreading like wildfire.

Forced to move further away after finding a suitable hiding place, Ailin finally stopped in a depression by the stream, about a hundred meters from the camp.

Even after running so far.

The incandescent flames still managed to kick him out of hiding.

"Fortunately, I kicked their staffs away as soon as I infiltrated the camp."

Looking at the apocalyptic scene not far away, Ailin patted his chest with lingering fear.

With "Night Color" failing, he could only use the Mirage Pearl for disguise.

Illusions are extremely difficult to maintain in dynamic, intense light scenarios like burning trees, leaving significant flaws and exhibiting faint magical fluctuations.

But in this situation, he had no choice. Although the battlefield was dangerous, he couldn't stay a hundred meters away and fight from the sidelines forever.

Fortunately, the wizards' attention was focused on the Wild Hunt, and the faint magical fluctuations were inconspicuous in such an elementally turbulent place.

If it's hidden well, no wizard will likely find it...

"Bang!"

A large, heavy object fell from the sky and landed in front of him, interrupting him.

Startled, Ailin looked in the direction of the sound.

The upper half of that dark, heavy mass, resembling charcoal, suddenly opened a pair of eyes.

A male wizard!!!

Before Ailin could use the mirage pearl to become invisible, his heart stopped.

The charred brown pupils snapped out of the shock of the explosion and focused on Ailin, who had suddenly appeared before him. His eyes widened in terror, and he instinctively opened his mouth to scream.

One second.

Magic surged, and he bent his right index finger, his palm stuffing the charcoal's mouth shut.

Igni Sign!

"Hmm..."

The "coke" only had time to make a soft crack.

The scorching flames injured him once again, burning his throat before he could resist, and then flowed up and down along the bones that were well protected by the elements.

In the blink of an eye.

Flames then erupted from the nearest nostrils, ears, and eyes, splashing onto the Wolf School Master Set.

The bright red breastplate once again displayed the red patterns resembling burning charcoal.

The unnamed wizard—who must have been a high-ranking wizard—is now completely dead.

"Phew~"

Ailin stopped, looked around warily, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was just an accident and not something he was being targeted.

Then he quickly used a mirage pearl to disguise himself.

After thinking for a moment, he didn't touch the sorcerer's belongings, which were no longer distinguishable as flesh or clothing. Instead, he quietly pushed the corpse into the stream and let it float downstream.

Watching the wizard's corpse sink and drift into the darkness, Ailin couldn't help but mock herself:

"What great luck!"

"Such a big place, and it just so happens to fall right in front of me."

Record +1.

"I wonder how many warlocks are left?" Ailin thought to himself. "With such a massive force, if all the warlocks are dead, how am I supposed to deal with the Wild Hunt alone..."

"Etc..."

A sudden inspiration struck him.

All the male witches are dead...

"Isn't Vilgefortz among these male wizards?"

"Could he have been seriously injured like that male wizard from before?"

To be honest, Ailin was somewhat tempted.

He wasn't a hesitant person. Even though the probability of Vilgefortz getting into trouble was low, he was ready to act once he was tempted.

To be honest, he and Vilgefortz haven't really had any real feud.

After the apprentices were finally restored, they not only suffered no permanent damage, but they also gained a valuable set of antidote tools and an Instant Trigger Gem that was worth a life.

But Vilgefortz was not the kind of person he claimed to be, to be a good friend.

In fact, he had no friends.

In pursuit of power and authority, he betrayed everyone he knew in the future.

Even Lydia, who loved him wholeheartedly, devoted everything to him, and was even accidentally killed by the witches in the end while protecting him, might have been nothing more than a tool to him.

therefore.

His overtures must have some purpose.

He wanted to get something from Ailin, something that was important to him.

If there's a chance to kill him, even if it involves some risks, it would be worth it.

"Boom!"

The explosions from the direction of the camp suddenly stopped, interrupting Ailin's train of thought.

The crescent moon hangs high above.

The azure Cat Eyes reflected the blazing forest as it approached him.