The holy lance swung, and the power of Boundary Break tore through the surging red-black torrent once more.
Samael took the lead, leaping into the exposed opening. As he fell, he stomped brutally onto the ground, and the surging torrent of magical energy unleashed a violent shockwave that blasted apart the black hounds and Wild Hunt closing in from all directions within a hundred-meter radius.
The others followed close behind and entered the pit one after another.
Looking around, gemstones of every color were set across the vaulted ceiling in the pattern of a star chart. Dozens of life-sized pharaoh statues stood along both sides of the path, their scepters and garments adorned with gold and jewels. Up ahead, in the underground hall, there was even a pile of gold dust visible to the naked eye.
In short, this underground mage workshop built in the style of ancient Egypt was exceedingly lavish.
At the same time, however, it felt even more like a tomb for the dead.
The chill in the air grew increasingly oppressive.
Amid the clashing of metal and the whirring of mechanisms, dolls clad in Golden Armor and wearing cylindrical helmets emerged one after another from the Magic Formations engraved on the walls. Twin ghostly blue flames flickered in their eyes as they locked onto the intruders at the entrance.
"Even the defensive magecraft has failed."
Luviya's expression darkened further at the sight, and the last trace of hope in her heart vanished.
Clearly, Samael's deduction had been right. The entire mage workshop had begun undergoing a complete mutation.
"Be careful. They've already been possessed by the will of the Wild Hunt!"
The Vile Serpent pulled his holy lance from the chest of a shattered automaton, then crushed beneath his foot the core-damaged thing that was still