541. Rebellion 9

Chapter 541 Rebellion 9
A heart-stopping light suddenly erupted from Ladi Sertia’s turquoise eyes, but her pupils did not gather at a certain point in front of her. Her long hair, which was also green, floated as if it was unaffected by gravity.

The guards who had seen such a vision for the first time were incredulous, their eyes widened as they watched this metaphysical scene in the middle of the camp without blinking, seeming to have forgotten that they were in the midst of an ever-closer fire siege. There were also some people who had followed Paul through that time when the mad mage blocked the road, and couldn’t help but remember the thrill of that time, when it was also the witch of the Green Law who blocked the fatal blow of the mad mage.

Miss Witch’s lips opened and closed rapidly, her mouth was chanting, the syllables she spat out contained a certain special rhythm, along with this kind of chanting whose meaning was unknown to mortals, a faint light began to appear around the witch, and when one looked closely, it was dots of starlight – or rather, dots of light – floating around her. -Under the color of the night, they were like the glowing algae in the pure water of the lake.

Gradually, the floating points of light became more and more numerous, connecting and converging with each other, as if forming a cylindrical barrier of light around the witch.

The witch continued to chant, the barrier of light surrounding her became thicker and thicker, and the brightness emitted also became more and more intense, and in the end, it even reached a level that made it impossible for people to look directly at it, and in the view of Paul next to her, it looked like a large incandescent light tube standing there.

It was also at this time, the rolling heat wave from all directions, attracted by the witch’s spells of the crowd only then came back to their senses, at this time they realized that they have been in a how terrible purgatory.

Everything around the camp, whether it was trees, vines, flowers, weeds, or even rocks, had been set ablaze, and the blazing fire attached itself to them, frantically drawing organic matter and then growing itself even taller.

Looking out from the camp, the countless flames had converged into an infinite crimson ocean, the flying birds fell down powerlessly, letting the flames devour them, the beasts scurried around in desperate strings, but in the end, they still couldn’t escape the agony of burning their bodies.

Even after seeing Miss Demon Head’s incredible magic, everyone who saw this scene still couldn’t help but fall into great despair.

Fear from instinct caused many to begin silently praying to the gods.

The sea of flames seemed to have discovered the missing fish in this small camp, and the raging waves of flames surged towards them. Before the flames came the equally deadly smoke, everyone could smell the choking odor, they couldn’t help but cover their mouths and noses with their hands, and a strong sense of suffocation followed.

“Go!”

Right at this critical moment, the witch in the middle of the camp suddenly let out a loud cry, and the barrier of light surrounding her steeply began to expand. In a matter of seconds, the ever-spreading cylindrical wall of light passed through everyone’s body, eventually stopping at a radius of about 10 meters, just in time to encompass each and every one of them. After the diffusion of the wall of light can no longer be called a wall, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a membrane, and it is also far less dazzling than before, in the eyes of the crowd, as if they are in a large glass enclosure.

The sea of fire waves of anger immediately swept to, but strange to say, the flames in the hit the thin layer of transparent light film looks surprisingly stopped, no longer able to move forward a little.

Moreover, the people who were sheltered within the light cover no longer smelled the suffocating smoke, as if the air had suddenly been purified.

Paul sat on his butt on the ground, it was really a catastrophe ah.

He used his arm to wipe the sweat on his forehead, surprised that he had so much sweat on his body, I do not know whether it was scared or by the heat. It was a good thing that the air around him was no longer as hot as it had been before.

Ladi Sertia, my talisman! My goddess! Paul almost shouted out in spite of himself.

He really wanted to go and hug the green-haired witch, but when he turned to look at the other woman, Laadi was once again sitting with her eyes tightly closed and her legs crossed on the ground, not moving.

Perhaps she was in a state of high mental tension at this time, Paul glanced at the light shield blocking the flames, this should need to be maintained by the caster herself at all times in order to be effective, so it would be better if he didn’t bother her.

All the people had a face of afterlife, they were either sitting or lying on the ground, panting heavily, letting their nearly exhausted bodies get a rest.

……

“Paul Graiman!”

At the mouth of the Rabbit Valley, Dimitri Varun yelled towards the forest that had been turned into a sea of fire.

“Tyrant!” “Dictator!”

“This is what you will end up with! This is what you get for killing my son! This is what you get for treating the lords harshly.”

Old Valen had a smooth expression of having his revenge avenged.

“This flame is my will, this flame is my incarnation, it will burn you into a pile of useless slag! Hahahahaha!”

“Lord Gleeman!” Fergus was staring at the flames in a daze while whispering under his breath, but the Lord Gleeman in his mouth was Paul’s father.

“I regret that your heir has taken the path of evil, he has gone completely against your teachings and has turned into a headstrong and tyrannical ruler. I …… had to send him to you.”

“If you know in heaven, please rest assured that a new lord will still be born from your family’s bloodline, and the Gleiman family will continue to rule this land.”

The fire rose and danced before them, but there was a river between them and them, so Old Valen, Fergus, and their men were not afraid in the least.

The flames continued to fly, dance, and then converge.

Converge?

Old Valen and Fergus, who had noticed the anomaly, stared in disbelief.

Yes, the flames on the other side of the river were gathering into a bundle, or more specifically, spinning and twisting together like a whirlwind, like an inverted typhoon roll up and down.

What’s going on?
Old Warren and Fergus looked at each other, in their decades of life they had seen all kinds of fires, but never such a strange phenomenon.

Fergus suggested, “Maybe we should go back first. The fire is so big that Gleeman inside is dead, so why don’t we go back and get a nice long sleep, and then come back and check it out when it’s light out.”

In fact, he had some not-so-good vibes in his heart.

Old Valen nodded, “You’re right, I think so too.”

“Ah… ah… ah…”

Panicked voices rang out around them, it was their men yelling.

“Devil! The Devil of Fire is coming!”

Fergus looked across the river to the burning forest with his heart pounding.

The whirlwind of flame had changed, like a giant python in the act of feeding, its huge, long body leaping over the river and lunging viciously at them.

(End of chapter)