Here, the cheers drowned out everything and the whole city was boiling.
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The city of clock towers, underground of Mozwa.
The passage is long and quiet, long and quiet.
When walking in it, everything in the field of vision keeps repeating without any change, just like walking in a still picture, wandering in the corridor of time and space.
The girl's gray boots stepped on the stone steps, and the delicate sound of the soles of her feet rubbing against the grain of the stone surface could be heard.
The dress swayed in the air, and the slight shaking sound was so clear.
Walking in this extremely long passage, Loran Hill could clearly feel her own heartbeat and the slight breathing sound in her chest. The cool air also made her skin feel cold.
The silent underground passage seemed isolated from the outside world, and any tiny fluctuations within were so clear. The repetitive echoes made people feel lonely and uneasy, and the road ahead seemed endless.
After walking through an unknown number of deep stairs, Loran Hill suddenly heard a quarrel and a fight coming from the front. She immediately sped up and rushed down.
"You damn idiot, you're just wasting everyone's hard work!"
A gritting voice sounded. The speaker was wearing a dark blue windbreaker robe and wielding a sharp ice blade in his hand. He kept fighting with the opponent in the narrow passage, and released a swift ice wind spell to block the opponent's escape direction.
"I absolutely do not approve of such behavior. This is betrayal! This is a betrayal of all the predecessors of the magic sequence since the Land of Oz! You are a bunch of lunatics!"
The other man wore a brown mage robe with metal buckles that tinkled as they danced through the air. He urgently activated his stance shield, deflecting the opponent's icy blades. However, one blade pierced through the shield and pierced his shoulder, causing him to groan.
The two seemed to be very familiar with each other, so their fight was particularly fierce.
"You know nothing, coward! Any great achievement is necessarily accompanied by sacrifice. Even if the world doesn't understand, so what? We will eventually open up a new path in our own way!"
"No, you are wrong. Such behavior will not bring any good results. It is nothing but your incompetent anger." The wizard in brown answered in a deep voice, then suddenly grasped the opponent's weapon with his hand and smashed his other fist into the opponent's chest.
"You! Ugh—" Blood spurted from his mouth. The man in the dark blue windbreaker stared at the other man in disbelief. Then his pupils constricted, and two tiny, sharp, cold rays shot out from his eyes, piercing the man's face, blinding him. But then, his own eyes lost focus, leaving him blank.
"ah!!"
The brown-robed wizard loosened his hands and covered his eyes in pain, but now he could see nothing.
"Hahaha, you... you can't see now, and now you're blind, you're like a cripple. Who would believe you? Once today passes, the end will come, and you can't change it. Hahaha, cough cough..." Another burst of blood erupted, and the man in dark blue fell to the ground, gradually fading. Only then did dark red blood begin to stain his chest, revealing the damage and rupture of his heart.
The coldness of frost enveloped his eyes, temporarily relieving the pain. The man in brown clothes slowly stood up from the ground. He groped the wall, then used his magic stance to shatter the sealed ice barrier, intending to climb upwards.
"No, I can't die yet. If I die, the Lurna lineage of mages will forever be condemned to sin in history," he muttered, his hands groping for the walls and stairs, stumbling through the passage. His body still bore many wounds from the ice blades, and as he walked, drops of blood stained the ground.
The blood and dust mixed together, taking on a dull color that slowly seeped in.
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By the time Roland Hill saw the man, he was already staggering from excessive blood loss. He was shaky and looked like he would collapse at any moment, clutching the wall. The walls of the passage he walked through were covered in bloodstains left by finger scratches, looking miserable and desolate.
As if he heard footsteps in front of him in his faint consciousness, the man raised his head, although he could no longer see anything.
"Who are you? Are you from outside?" The voice was weak and anxious, with a hint of nervous trembling.
"I'm from the outside. Do you need any help?" Loran Hill looked at the man who was standing unsteadily, stretched out his palm, and strands of white light condensed from the air, then surrounded the man's body, helping him to get blood and treatment.
"You are from the church, a pastor of the church, right!" There was surprise and excitement in his voice.
"Yes, I am." The girl's voice was clear and ethereal.
"Please, hurry up, report this to the current Pope. Tell him that some mages have gone astray, betrayed humanity, and intend to reopen the Gate of Chaos and bring calamity to this world."
"Hurry up, what I said is absolutely true. Time is almost up. They have decided to start the ceremony today. If we don't stop them then, everything will be over."
"It's all over..." His voice was filled with tears and sadness.
"I understand. I will stop them. Do you have anything else to say?" Loran Hill nodded solemnly, then took out the pocket watch from the inside of his clothes.
"Me? That's all. This news is very important. Please report it quickly and notify the headquarters of the Sages directly, because several sages have also betrayed us." He sat on the ground, panting, and quickly thought about whether there were any loopholes.
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