People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Sigurd touched the wall on one side, but he didn't feel anything unusual.

Then leaning down, Sigurd used his fingers to check if anyone had passed by the dust on the ground recently.

Swipe your fingertips across the ground, and you can clearly feel a foreign body sensation.

Something very thin felt friction from Sigurd's fingertips.

"sand......"

Although the abnormality was noticed, the sand could not be used as a "basis". After all, on the island, even if internal personnel passed by, the sand might be left behind.

The sand here is nothing more than confirming that someone has passed by this road before, and it can't explain the current situation at all.

"So......"

Sigurd stood up, and he looked back and forth.

There is nothing but bottomless darkness.

"Let's have something a little more exciting...hot and dry!"

A fiery red wooden staff appeared in Sigurd's palm.

"Fire, show me what you really are!"

Swinging the staff, Sigurd tapped the bottom of the staff on solid ground.

As the wooden staff hit the ground, orange sparks burst out.

But then, in the blink of an eye, Mars turned into a sea of ​​flames.

High-temperature flames swept through the entire passage, and together with Sigurd himself, completely swallowed everything inside the passage.

As for the reasons that led to all this, we must start before landing.

"Griffin 2400td? The Puritans actually bought all the equipment for the Royal Navy?"

"Dawn of the Morning, don't be too complacent. If it weren't for Sigurd's proposal, do you think I would allow you to board the ship?"

"Oh? Then thank you formally?"

Looking at the two bickering along the way, the others had no intention of dissuading them at all.

Whether it is English Puritanism or "morning light" does not matter anymore.

After all, I was worried that the two sides would blow up the car when they fought.

But now, when the two sides are sure not to fight, let's quarrel.

Anyway, with Sigurd in charge, the two of them will definitely not fight.

"Anyway, you guys will just be 'guinea pigs' honestly later, go and give us a thunderstorm first! The bastards of 'Dawn Morning'!"

"Oh? Is this the face of a Puritan priest? Let a child go to thunder for himself?"

"God doesn't bless sinners. Don't you need me to repeat what you'Dawn Morning Light' have done one by one?"

"To each other, what kind of bird is your 'Church of Necessary Evil', do you count every point in your heart?"

The sound of "huhu" is howling, and a black hovercraft is galloping in the deep night sea area.

The hovercraft with a team of nearly 50 people was temporarily transported by the British side.

Although the priest named Robert can use his own spell to offset the effect of the opponent's spell, this spell cannot be maintained for too long, and he cannot move when the spell is activated.

So in order to allow the assault force to successfully break through the opponent's sea defense line, the UK directly airlifted a hovercraft over.

"Both of you, please stop for a while. We will be logging in in a few minutes, so we can almost prepare."

"I know, but it's annoying to see this guy? And..."

"what?"

Mark looked at Birdwig who was walking towards him, and felt a chill down his spine.

"I also know that you are right, but you are always more correct than me, which makes me very unhappy, and since I can't beat that angry priest, then let me beat you! Let me tell you leak!"

"Wait, wait a minute! This kind of logic is wrong! Isn't this way of thinking completely wrong?"

Although Mark was being beaten mercilessly by Birdwig, because of the bumps of the hovercraft, Mark even had to estimate not to let Birdwig fall while being beaten.

And to be honest, because of the up and down bumps, Birdway even struggled to stand still. Even if he punched and "beat" Mark, his strength was about the same as that of cats and cats, and the lethality was definitely not there.

(Hey, when will Boss grow up?)

Mark, who is Birdway's deputy, is also worried. Although he is not against Birdway, it is really difficult for the leader to show his childish side from time to time.

Freida and Andre, who watched this scene, both sighed helplessly.

"Looks like I'm going back."

"I feel the same way. I'm wondering if I offended the Supreme Bishop to be assigned to this task."

I really want to go back early

This idea is probably the idea of ​​most Puritan magicians.

After a while, the atmosphere at the scene eased up a lot.

"Boss is about to enter work mode, right? People who can't distinguish between public and private will be suspected of having the qualifications of a commander?"

"I know, am I trying to find a way to vent my anger on those druid bastards?"

"No, I probably didn't mean that... Forget it, maybe this is better. Then, boss, please try to think about how we will act after we log in. After all, the information we have here is really It's too limited."

At this time, Sigurd, who had already woken up from a nap, yawned listlessly, and then spoke vaguely while rubbing his eyes.

"You guys better get ready, we've already been locked by the opponent's bombing technique."

"What? Bombing technique!?"

"If I were you guys, there wouldn't be time to make a fuss here, because..."

The bright white light came in from the observation window of the hovercraft, making everyone squint their eyes subconsciously.

"The attack has arrived."

The high-temperature fireball of the "pong" rose, and the hovercraft serving the British Navy had no ashes left, and there was no chance of becoming a member of the many silent ships under the sea.

Chapter 130 Three: What should I say? Flattered or unexpected?

It took a long time for the flame to be completely extinguished. At this time, due to the heated air, there was a distorted interior. Sigurd himself tapped his shoulder with a red wooden stick thoughtfully, as if he could not feel the surrounding atmosphere at all. A hot and extremely dry air wave that can kill a person in an instant.

"I really didn't expect that there are modern magicians who can do this kind of thing."

Sigurd squinted his eyes, as if he had discovered something valuable after a long absence, and kept looking at the orange-red goo that was still exuding high heat around him.

The high temperature that surpassed Steele's "Hunting the Witch King" almost melted the entire passage. If Sigurd hadn't deliberately explored the details, in fact, there would be no need to use the "staff" so troublesomely. The disk" directly collapsed the entire building.

Because the air is heated by extremely high temperature, at this time, the whole relatively closed passage looks to the naked eye, and it feels like the whole world is twisting.

After watching the distance twist for a while, it seemed as if there was a sudden pause, and the scene in front of him instantly changed from near to far.

Intuitively, it feels like a person with a certain degree of myopia who only wears glasses on one side, but not on the other side. The sense of distance reflected by the scenery seen on the left and right is completely different.

"Huh? Use the Celtic 'triple spiral' to draw out the sacred number '3' by the way..."

Still completely ignoring the high heat around him, the mercenary stroked away the still dripping lava with his hands.

"Although it is only superficial, it is undeniable that the 'Euclidean geometry' of this area is indeed distorted. However, as long as the closure is destroyed in this situation, even if you ignore it, the spell will be self-defeating .”

The flesh body passed through the viscous magma, and Sigurd's whole body was immersed in the high-heat viscous material that was constantly flowing down the wall, and went straight through the wall and entered other areas.

"Although it's not the first time I've done this, it's still not very pleasant to be wrapped up in this kind of thing that I don't know whether it's sticky or hard..."

Shaking his arm, he shook off the lava sticking to it.

The orange-red viscous made a "squeaky" sound on the cold slate in the middle of the night.

Although some cooled hard objects can already be seen with the naked eye, the overall temperature can still instantly turn a living person into black charcoal.

"Huh? What does this mean? Can you relax a little bit?"

Sigurd shook his shoulders, feeling the contrast between the cold wind coming in from his collar and the hot environment just now.

At this time, the mercenary was surrounded by white mist at 360 degrees.

But it is completely different from the closed rock passage that was dark and dead before, without any breath of life.

Although the surrounding fog had reduced visibility to less than five meters, it was not to the extent that he could not see clearly ahead.

The surrounding scenery has been completely rewritten, like an old movie, a world that is both familiar and unfamiliar unfolds before the eyes of the mercenary.

On the streets made of bricks and stones, white turbid steam and soot surged.

What illuminates the darkness of the night is the gas lamp that symbolizes the era.

Crumpled in a damp breeze, the stiff waste paper rolls past your feet like tumbleweeds in a western.

The mercenary didn't intend to bend down, he stomped on it roughly, and then lightly hooked his toes to hold the nearly ball-shaped piece of paper in his palm.

After glancing at the above content for a while, the mercenary revealed a helpless expression of "I'm not mistaken".

Wrote:

london shocking times.

November [-]

The follow-up date cannot be confirmed because it is broken, but Sigurd doesn't need to think too much about what this time and the surrounding environment represent.

London, November [-], Druids

If these three conditions are connected in series, then in Sigurd's brain, only one event can fit perfectly.

"'Golden Dawn' was officially established in the first half of the year, and the idiot Ripper who started making troubles in the second half of the year..."

Breathing the cold and humid air, and having quite polluted air, although Sigurd could clearly feel the abnormal flow of magic, he was not in a hurry to destroy this fake London block.

He didn't stay where he was. After all, he is the one being attacked now. If the attacker is not in a hurry to do anything, then he has no reason to rush out.

"This should be near the Whitechapel (Whitechapel) in East End of London before the renovation..."

Looking at the surrounding environment, it was a famous immigration distribution center at that time, and tens of thousands of immigrants from Russia and Eastern Europe settled here.

Because most of these people have meager income, this place has long been a hotbed of poverty and crime, and homeless hooligans and soliciting special women have become everywhere on the streets.