As he said that, Eshiriga's claws formed inside the rock wall next to it, and soon climbed to the top of the surrounding decayed buildings.

However, even at the top of these buildings, with the speed of their scouts and assassins moving, it would take some time to reach the parliament hall.

After about dozens of minutes of preparation, the rats from the Gray Prophet's faction were ready for the third attack.

A bell rang across the battlefield, like a signal, and the army of the gray prophet appeared in Esky's vision.

This time, they were heavy armored storm rats. They didn't even carry shields. Instead, they carried iron halberds with longer guns than Rikek's gun shield array.

I still don’t have any memory. If the steel plates just now were useless, the armor that Storm Rat could wear would have no defense ability.

The green trajectory attacked again in the direction of the storm rats.

But this time, strangely, although smoke and dust continued to appear among the storm rats, none of them fell down.

Esky immediately adjusted the observer to the maximum magnification.

The reaction ability of the long-range mortal made him quickly see that the bullets were not defended, but were scattered on the surrounding walls, the ground, or other things.

Extending out and licking the fishy air in the air, Esky immediately understood what was going on.

It was not just dimensional energy, but also the smell of magic wind. Judging from the effect of those bullets being deflected to the side, this seemed to be a conceptual magic shield.

"Aggression shield?"

Eski guessed.

"I didn't expect the Gray Prophet to have such a trick."

For the religious beliefs of rat people, this magic is pure heresy, but this method of combat is indeed effective.

However, although these storm rats are no longer damaged by bullets now, it seems that the Gray Prophet won, and Esky also believes that he won.

Providing magic shields requires energy, especially a whole basic unit organization, which is provided with this conceptual magic shield, which will inevitably lead to a large consumption of the Gray Prophet's magic power.

In this way, the gray prophet is only a short distance away from death.

Just as Esky was thinking about how to crack the Gray Prophet's spell at the lowest cost, the harsh and screaming bells spread throughout the battlefield.

At first, Eski just felt uncomfortable and continued to shoot.

However, gradually, the sound of losing the hair and shield appeared one after another in Esky's ear.

Looking sideways, there were clan rats lying on the ground with all kinds of weapons and shields.

Even a few storm rats were not spared.

A large number of clan rats were bleeding at the same time as the bells, and more clan rats who were trying to resist on the front line became weaker and weaker, and fell to the ground before the opponent's attack arrived.

Esky looked in the direction where the bell came, but saw nothing.

Even though the sound of the Screaming Bell was extremely clear, Esky could only guess what it was behind the street.

I have to kill that big bell, but what should I do?

Esky silently recited Anoquiyan, and even recorded several scarce mantras in his notebook.

His will seemed to have left his body and drifted to the outside, entering the ubiquitous magic energy. In a piece of willful energy, he soon found the part of the gray prophet.

If the other party still let him occupy it, the gray prophet should have died on the battlefield "overwork and illness".

But obviously, high-end spell casters like Gray Prophet are very clear about the routines of these peers and peers, and his will was quickly re-joined into the magic energy that he could still contact.

The remnants of that soul in the magical energy were still too obvious, and Esky could even taste jealousy and hatred.

Esky's will is as cold and sharp as an ice cone, and can easily invade some magic energy.

However, the distance between the big clock and Esky, the caster.

At that distance, the little magic energy controlled by Esky had no way to make a decision.

at the same time.

The storm rats slowly moved towards the high ground in the parliament hall, and soon the infantry battle was about to start, while the clan rats of Rickek were still in a state of nearly fleeing.

Esky had about the other party's thoughts.
Chapter completed!