This Must Be Demon Power, Fire From Hell!

Did all of our efforts go to waste?

Under Buck's gaze, the sky full of embers quickly scattered across the entire area!

[Divine Word - Shield]

After breaking free from the influence of [Soul Shriek], Aaron immediately cast a protective Divine Spell.

A pure white light shield appeared in the void in a semi-circular shape. As the scattered embers landed on it, they immediately corroded holes into the shield.

Could the weakened magical residue, reduced by a hundredfold, still possess such power?

If the giant Fireball from before had struck him directly, Aaron was certain he wouldn't have been able to block it!

While he was still in shock, incredibly piercing screams echoed throughout the castle. Aaron turned his head and was stunned into silence.

Compared to the Priests who cultivated Divine Spells, the Guards hadn't recovered from the impact of [Soul Shriek]. The embers had already attached themselves to their armor, shields, Crossbows, and exposed limbs and faces.

The terror of White Phosphorus Fire manifested the next second. The faint flames began to spread rapidly upon contact with matter. The leather shoulder guards and gloves were burned through with holes, and the yellowish-white flames, as if attracted by flesh and blood, seeped directly into the skin beneath.

"Ah!" A shield bearer desperately slapped his chest, trying to extinguish the spreading White Phosphorus Fire. However, doing so only ignited his arm as well. Within a few breaths, half of his body had turned into a torch...

His companions fared even worse. Scattered embers fell directly into the gaps of their armor. The thousands of degrees of high temperature made him cry out in pain. He forcefully ripped off his armor with his hands, then plunged his right hand into his body, pulling out a bloody mass of flesh burning with flames...

Flesh and blood were the best nourishment for White Phosphorus Fire, and the flames spread rapidly.

A sea of fire, rolling white smoke, and soldiers twisted in horrific death poses—this scene was like Hell descending upon the mortal realm...

"Demon, this must be the power of a Demon, flames from Hell!"

Such a terrifying sight caused the elite Nordland Territory Guards to completely break down. The first-tier Divine Spell [Remove Fear] had lost all its effect. A Priest, who had the good fortune to escape the flames, shouted hoarsely, threw down his scepter, and fled without looking back...

Joanne and the others were also stunned, almost forgetting that Lynn had instructed them to hold their breath and use Magic to draw Oxygen from the air.

"What kind of Magic is this?" Buck shivered deeply. Just being a little closer allowed him to feel a pain that seemed to burn his very marrow.

"This is Fireball, don't you all know how to cast it? I just modified it a little!" Lynn noticed everyone's astonished gazes and explained.

This is "a little"?

Buck's expression turned very strange. He felt that Lynn's understanding of the word might be different from his own.

Joanne, on the other hand, wondered if Lynn might have already broken through that barrier and become an Official Wizard.

But Lynn had only been studying Magic for half a year. This was too exaggerated... Besides, their teacher Coru was always impoverished. How could he afford a Source of Magic Power?

Compared to Joanne and Buck, whose thoughts were complex, Barton's idea was quite simple. So, they, Wizard Apprentices, could be this powerful when united!

Barton even felt that as long as they worked together, dealing with the Holy See's pursuit wouldn't be too difficult.

As he was thinking, a dazzling white light appeared in the distance, piercing through the flames and rushing towards the Wizard Apprentices.

Barton, distracted, only saw his brother Buck open his mouth, saying something to him with a look of anxiety. Then, he felt his body being thrown backward by a powerful impact. His thin body was torn apart in mid-air. He tumbled a few times before crashing to the ground like a rag doll, losing consciousness in an instant.

The sudden turn of events froze the expressions on Joanne and the others' faces. Buck's face contorted, and he shouted hoarsely.

"No, Barton!"

The moment the white light appeared, Lynn had already acted. Twelve [Magic Missiles] circled around him, drawing strange arcs in the air as they shot towards the end of the corridor.

Ultimately, over a dozen Magic Missiles were blocked by an invisible wall, only ripples of collision visible...

Lynn's heart sank. He stared intently at the other end of the sea of fire, realizing that the person he had been waiting for had finally appeared, and their strength was far more terrifying than he had imagined!

Suddenly, a melodious sacred song echoed through the castle. An invisible force gradually enveloped the area, and it began to rain indoors!

This was the third-tier Divine Spell—[Hymn of Life]!

The green raindrops contained immense divine power, and the terrifying flames, which seemed to come from Hell, were gradually suppressed!

The continuous White Phosphorus Fire, which threatened to burn everything, rapidly receded. Antioch, clad in a white and gold robe, walked in slowly.

"Lord Bishop!"

Aaron, who reacted the fastest and had also luckily escaped the embers' coverage, shouted excitedly, though a hint of resentment and hatred was hidden in his words.

Antioch's appearance was so timely. How could Aaron not guess that this Lord Bishop had been watching the entire time?

Clearly, he and the elite guards of Nordland Territory were merely tools to test the opponent's strength and trump cards!

Aaron's heart turned cold. He knew that after this matter was resolved, he, as the on-site commander, would inevitably face severe punishment.

Antioch ignored Aaron. He surveyed the nearly half-dead guards on the ground, their will utterly broken. Then his pupils contracted. The flames, which had been extinguished, showed signs of reigniting immediately after the Divine Spell [Hymn of Life] ended!

This was the nature of White Phosphorus Fire. As long as there was Oxygen in the air and combustible material, it would never stop!

"Don't fight, retreat!"

After the feint attack with [Magic Missiles] failed, Lynn made his decision without hesitation.

The giant Fireball spell, which had a casting time of over five seconds, had already consumed most of the White Phosphorus he had created. The remaining amount was not enough to defeat the Bishop who had unleashed such a powerful Divine Spell.

Joanne and White Dove also knew how terrifying Antioch was. Although they grieved deeply for Barton's death, they understood that only by escaping now was there a sliver of hope for survival.

However, Buck, who had lost his brother, had gone mad. He let out an enraged roar, grabbed a relatively intact guard's corpse from the ground to use as a shield, and charged towards Antioch.