Chapter 322 Virgil’s Methods (3)

Irelia is the White Saint and the Twilight Witch.

Since the great changes in the city of Larnaca, Irelia has entered a secret realm hidden in the library.

In the secret realm, she inherited the legacy of the first generation Twilight Witch.

She didn't know the identity of the first generation Twilight Witch. In the past few months, Irelia even temporarily gave up the practice of various holy chant halos and devoted all her energy to the study of twilight magic.

The entire magic book records more like a special way of practice. As for magic, there is only one kind.

That is... Dusk! As for the essence of Dusk magic, Irelia has never fully understood it until now.

Of course, Irelia already had two speculations in her mind.

First, twilight magic can accelerate the time of the target hit by the magic, making the target reach the limit of lifespan in a very short time.

Second, the essence of twilight magic is to deprive the target of its vitality. Once the vitality is deprived, no matter how powerful it was, it will inevitably weaken or even die.

Just like Anthony Andre.

The effect is most obvious for those who are strong but not much stronger than themselves, and who have suffered serious magic power loss and severe injuries.

Anthony Andre was still struggling, but the amplitude of his struggle was inevitably getting smaller and smaller. His long silver hair also lost its original luster and almost turned into a dull bird's nest in a short time.

There were even strange patches of corpse spots on his skin.

Melanin is rapidly condensing on the body.

No matter who saw it, Anton Paandre looked like he was about to die.

When she was still a few meters away from Anthony Andre, Irelia stopped and stared at Anthony coldly with her pair of scarlet eyes, without any mercy for the old man who was struggling desperately.

Twilight magic is very powerful.

This magic doesn't even have any grades.

Cecilia and Seraphina have also teamed up to deal with the Earth Bear. Two figures appeared on the other two sides of Anthony and Andre. The three women surrounded Anthony in a regular triangle.

Even though the old man looked like he was about to die, they wouldn't give him any chance.

Gradually, Anthony Andre didn't even have the strength to struggle. He couldn't even support himself to sit on the ground. He fell to the ground in a crooked manner. It seemed as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was stuck in his throat, and he was gasping for breath.

Then, even the sound of breathing gradually disappeared, was drowned out, and ceased to exist.

In the end, all that was left on the ground was a pile of dry bones wrapped in tattered cloth and some weed-like hair.

…

On the other side, outside the city of Adams, a large number of remnant soldiers were gathering together.

Among these people were magicians, clergymen, guards, and private soldiers from the three grand duke families.

They are very unlucky.

At the very beginning, they were sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder by their own masters. Facing enemies like Ron and Agnes, the leaders knew very well that these soldiers could do nothing. If their number was four or five times more, they might be able to rely on the advantage in numbers to drown Ron. But with only fifty or sixty thousand of them, it was not worth mentioning at all. Any forbidden spell, or even just a forbidden spell, could destroy a large area.

When individual strength reaches a certain level, it is difficult to rely on numbers to win. The real role these seemingly elite soldiers can play is to consume a wave of Ron and Agnes's magic before those legendary masters take action.

It's just a pity that both Apu and Virgil underestimated the enemy in the end. Who could have thought that Ron, with his dragon power, dragon rage and dragon roar, could suppress these private soldiers like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and even killed a legendary one-star expert.

And when the war really started, these people found that they could only flee for their lives. Not to mention actually participating in the war, even the aftermath of the war on the battlefield could easily grind their bodies into paste.

Generally speaking, on the battlefield, if one side's army suffers more than 30% casualties, it will suffer a major defeat.

However, the casualty rate of this improvised army reached 50% in an instant. In this situation, no one was willing to fight. The blood and broken limbs on the ground had already crushed their courage. They only wished their parents had given them two more legs, and they ran faster than rabbits.

At the time they were fleeing, the palace had not been completely destroyed. Ron and Agnes were guarding the main entrance, and the king, the vice-pope, and the head of their own family were guarding the back. The only place they could escape to that was the West Gate.

What courage, what glory, all that is bullshit. In this situation, the most important thing is to survive.

They had fled far from the palace before they stopped to rest. Suddenly, there was a gasp like a bellows around them. The soldiers who had survived by chance found that their bodies were completely soaked with sweat, and the inside of their armor was sticky and uncomfortable.

But now no one cares about these little things. Compared with their companions who have died in battle, they are already very lucky. Even though they are far away from the palace, their faces are still pale when they think of the scenes inside the palace.

They could not forget how countless of their companions were swept up in the violent magical energy and turned into meat paste in an instant.

It’s unforgettable that someone was directly pressed to the ground by the terrifying power, his body exploded instantly, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

I can’t forget that amid the dragon’s roar, someone’s head exploded and blood splattered three feet away.

Broken limbs, broken flesh, and blood mixed together, as if covering the entire floor of the palace with a layer of mud.

Ugh! The past scenes kept appearing in his mind. Finally, one of the private soldiers couldn't bear it anymore. He held on to a tree as thick as a bowl with one hand and vomited.

This scene seemed to have triggered a chain reaction, and the sound of vomiting could be heard from all around.

In a short period of time, the vast, empty forest was filled with a sour, disgusting smell.

These private soldiers were weak. In comparison, the members of the Royal Guards and the Knights of Dawn were obviously better... However, affected by the strange smell of filth, these real elites also felt their abdomens churning at this time, as if their intestines were tangled together. The next second, the sounds of vomiting became more frequent.

Not to mention the ordinary soldiers, even some captains, lieutenant generals and other masters looked extremely ugly.

But among this large group of people, there was only one exception.

That was Virgil.

His expression was stern, with even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes swept around, and in the huge forest, there were figures everywhere.

He made a rough estimate in his mind and estimated that only half of the people escaped safely, which was about 30,000.

This is not a small number.

Originally, Virgil was planning to take action in the palace, but he didn't expect that Ron's strength was even stronger than he imagined, and he suppressed so many elite soldiers with just one move.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

These soldiers are nothing in front of Ron, but they are the foundation for Apu and Holt.

As long as these men are there, no matter where Apu and Holt escape to, they can make a comeback at any time and form a new team.

Although there are some Dawn Knights inside, who are affiliated with the church, these people are not on the same page with him and are loyal to Apu. If they stay, they will be a disaster. In this case, Virgil will not hold back at all.

Thinking of this, Virgil no longer hesitated, and quietly opened the cap of a glass bottle, allowing the water vapor in the bottle to gradually spread.

Bottle after bottle was opened.

It just so happened that Virgil was located upwind, and the colorless and odorless gas was spreading rapidly with the breeze in the mountains and forests.

No one knew that in this forest, some kind of toxin was spreading rapidly.

As the repairs were done, the commotion in the crowd gradually subsided.

Of course, everyone was still gasping for breath, with deep fear on their faces. It would probably take a long time, even years, for this feeling to gradually dissipate.

Some people who had rested well have stood up again, exhaled lightly, and prepared to mobilize their own magic power to leave here quickly.

Although they have left the palace, no one knows what the situation is in the palace now. If Ron gets angry and comes after them again, they won't know how they died. It is safer to stay away from the palace.

Some people even made up their minds not to come back after leaving this time. This royal city is really too scary.

However, just when a magician activated his own magic power to fly into the air and was about to leave, the magic power in his body was suddenly cut off, and his body fell directly to the ground.

The magician was stunned. His strength was quite good. Although not as good as those legendary masters, he was at least close to the heroic level. His magic power recovery speed was also quite good. Now after such a long period of repair, why did he have a shortage of magic power? He carefully checked his body and suddenly screamed, "Damn it, where is my magic power..."

"What on earth happened? Why did I lose all my magic power?"

This scream was like turning on some kind of switch, and soon another voice came from not far away: "Damn it, me too, my magic power is disappearing."

"Me too!"

"Me too."

"Damn it, we're all poisoned."

A burst of chaotic noise quickly made the crowd, which had finally quieted down, become chaotic again. No one knew what was going on, and everyone hurriedly began to check their bodies.

This check was not a big deal. Among all the Dawn Knights, noble private soldiers, and magicians of the association, nearly half of them had their magic power either completely exhausted and no longer restored, or was constantly lost without using magic.

Even the Royal Guards showed some commotion and began to quickly check their own situation.

Then, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Hey, look, the guards...seem to be fine. They are not poisoned."

"Why is this happening? We have been eating the same thing these days. Could it be that they deliberately poisoned our food?"

"But, we also ate things from the Church of the Goddess of Dawn..."

"You're so stupid, don't you see so many Dawn Knights get poisoned? Who would be so stupid as to poison themselves?"

At this moment, a loud shout resounded through the forest:

"Damn it, it must be that old bastard Holt who did it. He wanted to catch us all in one fell swoop..."

Chapter 3 is here.

(End of this chapter)