At this moment, the fan-like palm swung down, and the goblins behind him immediately received the order to charge, rushing up screaming with weapons raised.

They passed through the narrow copper door, through the disappearing wall, and poured into the vast dark space like a swarm of insects. Bo Derick almost thought Cyrus was dead. He looked around the huge space at ease, with a satisfied look on his face.

"There is actually such a secret vault inside vault No. 12. Lanlock's record is indeed correct. It's just right. We can use this wizard's blood to find the power of ancient magic!"

His cross-eyed eyes were full of cruelty, and the life of a wizard was worthless in his eyes.

But the same was true for Cyrus, he felt no guilt at all for killing the goblin.

Fairy?

It sounds nice, but in fact, the real name of these guys should be called - Goblin.

A cunning, greedy and cruel monster.

These ugly little evil spirits rushed towards Cyrus one after another, each of them with red eyes, as if they wanted to tear Cyrus to pieces alive, drink his blood and chew his flesh.

Most of the goblins were wearing light armor with a certain degree of magic resistance and holding silver weapons in their hands. A small number of goblins were holding wands and casting magic.

"Are all the actors here? Then let the show begin." Cyrus' wand elegantly drew an "R"-shaped mark in the air, and while performing the original form, the wand also deflected the goblins' spells.

“Boom boom—”

After his magic power was released, the knights under the ice suddenly appeared in this dark space like reflections. They had solemn and dignified expressions, and carried an ancient aura, as if they had appeared here thousands of years ago.

How could the charging goblins have expected that so many stone statues would appear here, especially when they appeared on the road ahead without any warning. Many goblins were directly tripped by the stone statues, rolling around like balls.

"What's going on? Where did these stone statues come from?" Bodrick widened his eyes.

"What? Isn't it mentioned in Lanlock's manuscript?" Cyrus chuckled. He had read Lanlock's manuscript and naturally knew that the manuscript did not record what happened after Lanlock entered the secret vault.

In fact, since then, Lanlock has disappeared with his secrets and the fairy treasures. Otherwise, he would not be so despised by the fairies.

Cyrus cast a spell into the air, an enhanced version of Lumos, Ultimate Lumos.

A ball of white light flew out and hung in the air. It was very bright, like the cold sun in winter, instantly lighting up the entire dark cave.

The goblins were blinded by the sudden bright light and blinked unnaturally. Under the illumination of the light, the bodies of the knights slowly overlapped with the shadows under the ice.

“Kaalaala——”

They came alive, the sounds of their stiffness echoed in the secret vault, and tiny pieces of stone were scattered from the joints of their bodies.

Cyrus even put away his wand, crossed his hands, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Should I say something at this time-"

He raised his hands gracefully, as if conducting a piece of music:

"Shidun is out."

The knights drew their swords!

They are guardians, powerful warriors, and emotionless machines. Anyone who breaks into this secret vault will be attacked, no matter who they are.

Obviously, the goblins are the larger group at this moment.

Cyrus chuckled, and without turning his head, he turned the weapon of the knight who was about to chop him in half with a stone axe into a bunch of flowers. Then, he silently turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed up to the black dome.

He disappeared, and the battlefield was left to goblins and statues.

"No wonder that despicable wizard dared to fight us!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, commanding his men to fight with the knights, "Smash them all!"

In an instant, the secret vault was filled with the sound of metal and rock colliding.

The goblins used hammers to break the knights' legs, while the knights pierced the goblins' bodies with sharp weapons, lifted them high and smashed them down heavily!

They swung axes to cut off the goblins' heads, used knives to split the goblins' chests, and crushed the goblins' heads with their feet!

Blood covered the uneven ice surface.

The huge casualties shook Bodrick, he felt fear and his body trembled, but he didn't intend to give up.

"Calm down, Bodrick, these are necessary sacrifices. If we goblins want to take back our rights, we must pay the price with our lives. Ancient magic is vital!"

"Hold on, brothers!" Bodrick yelled, but he himself pretended to fight while dodging the knights. "We have more people!"

Sacrifice is necessary, but sacrificing oneself is not necessary.

"But, Lord Bodrick, they are repairing themselves!" said one of the goblins in fear.

Only then did Bodrick realize that the knights whose legs were broken stood up again not long after, and the flying debris and broken limbs returned to their bodies as if time had been reversed.

If this goes on, there will be no end.

Goblins don't come back from the dead.

"What a despicable wizard, he actually resorted to such tricks!"

"Find that vile wizard and kill him! The spell will be broken!"

For wizards, death means the disappearance of magic. Bodrick thought that these stone statues were summoned by Cyrus, so now he just needs to find Cyrus and kill him to stop all this.

His cross-eyed eyes searched for Cyrus.

But Cyrus had already flown into the air during the initial chaos. The sky was still dark. He was now in a state between a physical body and black smoke. The flying spell invented by Voldemort was indeed useful.

It just looks a little too evil, too dark.

Bodrick couldn't find any trace of Cyrus, and seeing the number of goblins decreasing, he suddenly didn't know what to do. It all seemed like a dream, with so many people besieging a wizard together, he should have won, obtained the ancient magic, and become a hero of the goblins.

But now——

He could hear the goblins' screams and wails of pain.

"It can't possibly end like this... I must be dreaming. Yes, I am dreaming."

He muttered to himself, trying to deceive himself with dreams, but something flying from nowhere hit him hard on the head, and the pain reminded him that this was not a dream.

Bodrick opened his eyes and saw a rugged, ugly head tumbling at his feet.

The head stopped and stood upright. Its eyes were still open, and its eyeballs bulged outward due to the huge force of the impact, hanging on the pointed nose.

He opened his bloody mouth, as if he wanted to express his resentment.

(End of this chapter)