. "…This corridor has been cleaned up, so you can come in with confidence and boldness!"

After releasing a large number of powerful spells that shocked the world and the ghosts, turning the spell traps and ambushes on the opposite side into powder, the female vampire professor with monocle glasses slapped his palms twice and turned around and announced loudly.

...Magnificent, so powerful! It's so powerful!

Seeing this violent advancement method, the dark elf female warriors following behind were almost shocked. Just a few minutes ago, the ceiling, floor and walls of the corridor were covered with dense killing spells, hidden countless mechanical monsters made of steel or bronze, and there were countless hideous gargoyles, zombies and skeleton soldiers. At the end, there were at least one hundred elves armed with teeth holding spears, sharp swords, short bows and shotguns, ready to fight...

Well, for the current regular army, these things in the corridor may not look as terrifying. After all, it is an era of popular hot weapons. As long as a forced blast with a sufficiently loaded amount of medicine, or a row of heavy shells hit directly, they can be buried alive together with the entire building... But the problem is that this closed corridor is about fifteen feet wide, twelve feet high, two hundred feet long, and without a window on both sides. It is the only passage connecting the surface building of the Governor's Office and the underground command center (maybe there are other secret escape routes, but they have not been discovered yet). If it is violently used to make it collapse, how should we continue to attack and search for the big figures hidden inside?

This is basically the same as the adventurers in the novel have to go deep into the dangerous tombs, castles or mazes in order to search for valuable treasures - it is not that there is no way to safely destroy these buildings from outside, but doing so will cause old capital to be lost... In most cases, even the paladins who proclaim everything for justice will not refuse to plunder some spoils from the "Evil's Lair".

Therefore, in order to facilitate airborne, only the dark elf female warriors carrying a small number of light weapons had to bite the bullet and rush into this narrow corridor where the army was unable to wield strength. In this enemy's home court full of fatal traps, they engaged in hand-to-hand combat and hand-to-hand combat with the enemy's heavy equipment infantry... The result was almost one-sided bloody massacre. Bishop Isabella gathered more than 700 female warriors and repeatedly attacked six times, but the outcome was more miserable. After three squadrons were caught in this corridor, the dark elf female warriors who had completely collapsed finally had to leave the piles of broken bodies, gave up the battle in an extremely embarrassing manner, and instead asked for support from their superiors.

Faced with such a tough and hard bone, Feili, who has limited strength, can't come up with any good solutions. However, this is not a problem for the female vampire professor Rebecca, who is the reincarnated of the strongest mage in history. Even though she is in the battlefield, she is still wearing a gentle goose yellow female teacher suit, looking at the fatal obstacles that are enough to make the legendary warrior retreat with her contemptuous eyes. She still has a relaxed smile on her face, and her legs are graceful steps as if she is attending a dance. She walks leisurely between the craters everywhere, plasma and corpses.

Flame, lightning, explosion, strong acid, hypnosis, dissociation, technique... Almost all types of attack magic, when they came to the handsome female vampire professor, all of them became ineffective; bullets, arrows, javelins, swords... all kinds of ruthless attacks from different angles were easily bounced away by Rebecca with a delicate and delicate hand; as for those overturned walls, traps filled with sharp thorns, monsters with claws, falling stones, and large iron balls rolling around... and other series of sinister mechanisms that were enough to destroy hundreds of elite soldiers were accompanied by the female vampire professor's graceful smile and low moan, and it was completely wiped out in an instant.

——Fili only realized afterwards that in order to ensure that everything is foolproof, this great arcane of the loser actually used the Nether scroll that could resist all magic attacks, wrapped them on their bodies like underwear, and invalidated all magic attacks...

Moreover, Ms. Rebecca is not so kind that she is passively beaten. On the contrary, she is like a human-shaped turret with full firepower along the way, and continuously shoots dazzling magic lights from her fingertips: blocking bullets and arrows with a miniature force field wall; destroying automatic golems and spell traps with a large cleavage technique; using endless fireballs and heavy rains to make it difficult for the opponent to get close; using just the right greasy technique to make the sudden outbreak of warriors slip to the ground; using light green dissociation technique to break the deadly mechanism and operator into particles; using white holy light to purify monsters; using extremely enhanced instruction techniques to manipulate enemy soldiers to kill each other; using death fingers or implosion techniques to kill people's lives invisible...

From evil undead magic to holy magic of light, countless kinds of magic energy poured out from her fingertips, like a surging tsunami, washing away all obstacles on the way forward...

Finally, when the desperate elf commander planned to detonate the ammunition and cause the entire corridor to collapse and block, Ms. Rebecca decisively and accurately threw out a large number of ice storms, solidifying the unlucky elf officer, the torch, fuse in his hand, and the ammunition box behind him into an ice sculpture... A little regretful that the second half of the corridor was completely frozen, causing the crystal ice to be blocked tightly. Everyone had to use the engineer shovel to chisel the ice layer before they could continue to move forward.

I have witnessed this "magic saturation attack" that is completely common sense and completely ignores the limits of daily memory spell positions. Since Bishop Isabella, all the dark elf female warriors have never closed their half-open mouths - is this the real combat power of a great arcane?

However, the half-baked ninjas of the Kuroshima family acted very calmly, or the ignorant fearlessly - these guys were obviously wrapped in black night clothes, and bit a short wooden stick wrapped in thick gauze in their mouths, but they stepped on the smooth stone slab under their feet loudly, really losing all the face of the title of "Ninja". The "human-shaped magic waterfall" just stopped gushing, and they grabbed the shovel and the small plane, searched between the rubble and the crater, and plundered the ornaments and purses on the body, as well as the mitrils, gold and gems mixed in the wreckage of the magic device, and even the dark elf female warrior who had died before... They are really worthy of being a top professional mercenary, and their ability to rely on themselves is much stronger than combat ability.

Poor Feiri tried her best to hang herself with defensive magic, huddling behind the female professor, while watching the small silver fire jump up and down in the impact of violent waves of air... This is the secret of Ms. Rebecca's ability to ignore the limitations of spell positions, and throw magic freely like a store clearance - allowing an all-round great arcane who is proficient in all classification spells to obtain the infinite energy support of the essentially authentic product of the magic net "Silver Fire", which is almost equivalent to connecting the laser cannon to a nuclear reactor and connecting the machine gun to the ammunition production line. This can completely allow the great arcane to pour out the attack spells endlessly before he himself is exhausted...

The only headache that made Feiri feel was that even though the silver fire was constantly drawing energy from the magic network, he still couldn't keep up with the consumption of Ms. Rebecca's bombing. In other words, the energy supply was slightly overloaded... So, along the way the attack was advancing, he watched the silver fire shrinking smaller and smaller in his hands until he was dying.

Fortunately in misfortune, before the precious silver fire finally went out, this kind of extravagance like a dam burst finally stopped - seeing that the silver fire, which was already as weak as a candle in the wind, regained its vitality bit by bit, and became brighter again, Feili finally let out a long breath and put her heart back in her stomach.

"I said, dearest teacher Rebecca, don't do it so rudely anymore." After my thoughts settled, Feiri couldn't help but complain to the female vampire professor, "It's really great and shocking to directly use a large number of spells to knock the opponent over. But if this ball of silver fire is extinguished due to excessive use, how should I explain to the Goddess of Magic!"

"Ah, sorry, I've really not had a fight for a long time, and I can't control myself when I start to fight... Besides, even if I really burned up all the silver fire, it seems that it's no big deal. Anyway, this thing is also a thing left in the scepter of Savras when the God of the Mage Azus was still a voter in the mortal world. It was not directly rewarded by the goddess, and it would be gone. His Highness Misterla absolutely has no reason to care about it."

The female vampire professor replied with no sincerity, and also stuck out her tongue cutely.

This, Your Highness, the Goddess of Magic, may not care much about the power of this distribution, but I care very much... Feili thought very depressedly.

To be honest, he seems to be the only one who is so generous to take out silver fire for others to use since ancient times. Almost all the other senior colleagues kept silver fire tightly like the dragon clan treating gold coins, and they wanted to swallow it. They would never use it easily until they were absolutely absolutely necessary, let alone lend it... However, according to the domineering concept of Mr. Rebecca, even Feili herself belongs to her property, so silver fire is the property of her property, and it is normal to use it occasionally...

When Fili thought of this, he felt even more depressed.

"Oh, don't sigh. Right, I have good news here! According to the calculation results of the prophetic spell, our prey is still stuck in this underground command center, and they are two top preys that are both beautiful and noble!"

"Wow, Queen Akdina and Princess Alanita are here?" Hearing this great news, Feiri couldn't help but lick her lips excitedly, "Oh hehehe, then we're really going to make a big move this time... Hum? What's going on over there?!"

Just as he was thinking about his future prosperity and was almost drooling, he was shocked to see a commotion from afar.

With the help of the fire and the moonlight, Feili vaguely saw that outside this castle that had basically been flattened into ruins, a large number of black figures appeared at some point. Some of them quickly scattered into various streets and alleys, but there were also many people without eyes who were yelling and yelling at them!

Judging from the appearance, these guys are basically black-headed, yellow-skinned, shirtless on the upper body, grass skirt on the lower body, and full of hideous and terrifying colorful tattoos. They dressed like a very typical tropical rainforest native, and were much colder than the local "rebels" who participated in the ground attack before - not only were they barefoot, thin and thin, but they generally didn't even have a decent weapon, and they could only use sticks of different sizes and lengths to replace them. The only thing that looked more conspicuous was that there were several huge monsters that looked like demons mixed in it...

"It's the poor men under General Okai who only knows how to beg for food!" Bishop Isabella soon ran over and reported, "They claimed to be coming to help in the war, but they looked more like they were here to pick up cheap things. In order to avoid them from hindering the battle, I will send some subordinates who have no missions to go over and kill all these annoying dirty guys!"

...Damn, another group of fruit pickers are here!

Looking at the broken six-finger deformed palm banner surrounded by the crowd, Feili silently compared the middle finger to them. Then, he was satisfied with the scolding of the dark elf female warriors, kicking down the whip and high heels. These self-righteous beggars who thought they were warriors dropped their sticks, broke bowls and sacks, and fled in panic with their heads... Why do they look a bit like suppressing migrant workers' malicious demand for wages?

He shook his head and turned his attention to the corridor in front of him. The half-baked ninjas of the Kuroshima family got a few maces from somewhere, and then smashed and split the ice layer blocking the road, and carefully dug out the ammunition box frozen inside - this is why the ice layer cannot be melted with flames - and carefully guarded against the enemy's next round of counterattack... Fortunately, until the corridor was opened, the remaining elves did not react, as if they had completely accepted their fate.

Everything seems so smooth, with brilliant victory and fruitful harvests seemingly close to you... However, in many cases, terrifying disasters come quietly, just like the early proliferation and spread of cancer cells. When you truly realize the pain it brings, this problem has long worsened to irreversible.
Chapter completed!