Chapter 85 - Heavenly Punishment
"An attack? Someone has launched an attack on the castle?"
The Viscountess screamed in alarm and panic.
"Calm down! Don't panic! The entire castle has a defensive boundary laid out by our ancestors, even an eight ring spell cannot break it!
We are absolutely safe here!"
Viscount Ireland's face was as normal and his voice was smooth.
But the next moment!
Boom !!!!!!
A terrifying roar rang out.
The whole castle began to shake wildly!
The viscountess didn't pay attention and fell straight to the ground!
"Damn it! What's going on here!"
Instead of falling down first, the Irish Viscount yelled out in anger.
The whole room had only just begun to shake.
The beautiful frescoes hanging on the walls, one by one, fell and the tables and chairs all collapsed, smashing towards the viscountess!
The Viscount of Ireland rushed over to his wife and shielded her.
The tables and chairs hit his body and seemed to trigger the defences of some magical item, a transparent shield rose up and deflected them all.
"Darling! Tell me! What the hell is going on here? I thought it was protected by a boundary?"
The viscountess exclaimed.
"The boundaries are indeed protecting us! But this attack, however, was far more violent than expected! But! It doesn't matter! We are safe!"
The Irish Viscount responded, instinctively looking towards the window of the room!
Outside the window, a torrent of crimson was surging! Like giant wolves, they were pounding one wave after another!
The boundaries protecting them were appearing in a different colour under the crimson torrent!
The Irish Viscount's pupils shrank, what did he see?
A spider's web of cracks had appeared in the boundary built by his ancestors to defend against the eight rings of spells!
Clack clack clack~
The cracks grew bigger and bigger as the crimson torrent washed over them, until ...
Peng!!!
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The entire boundary cracked like a shard of glass and the crimson torrent came roaring in as if it had found a valve!
"NO GOOD!!!"
The Irish Viscount was alarmed and hurriedly held the lady in his arms tightly, then, watched as the torrent surged towards him!
Brush!!!
The torrent surged over his and his wife's bodies, and the viscountess' body similarly lit up with a shield.
It clicked uncontrollably as it fended off the crimson torrent.
"No!!!"
On one side, an unbearable scream rang out.
The Viscount and his wife turned their heads and saw the soldier who had just been swept away by the crimson torrent!
The Viscountess's entire body shook tremendously and she was outright pissed as she shuddered and said.
"I ... we're not going to die here, are we?"
"No! Absolutely not! The shields on me and you are specially made by Archmage Nanga, and are strong enough to withstand spells of the fifth ring or even the sixth ring."
"Fifth ring? Six rings? Isn't that one out there an eight ring?"
"..." At this, the Irish Viscount fell silent.
They looked at each other and could only keep praying in their minds that the torrent of flames would pass quickly.
It wasn't until the clicking sound started again and their hearts were about to fall into the abyss that the torrent finally dissipated!
They parted with some trembling and looked towards their room.
The room they had been living in every day was a strange and terrible place!
The whole room was scorched and blackened by the crimson torrent, and smoke rolled out!
Everything that had been there had mostly disappeared, and only a few black charcoals were still crackling and burning.
In the corner of the room, where a pile of black broken bones, scraps, was lying, was the soldier who had just given him the lump of iron!
And the lump of iron, which had melted into an irregular shape.
But once again the Viscount of Ireland, and the Viscountess, could not help but see before their eyes the three lines that had just been written.
"He who offends the heavens will suffer the punishment of heaven!
The first catastrophe will begin here!
Mortals! You! Are you ready for the embrace of death?"
"Have I ... really angered the heavens? Angered the ... gods? Is this really divine punishment?"
The Irish Viscount looked a little numb as he muttered to himself.
Buzz!!!
A strange sound appeared, and the Viscount and the Viscountess then saw an old man in his sixties or seventies, with half black and half white hair, wearing a black mage robe, come out in the room.
"You two! Is everything all right?"
He walked slowly towards the two men with a staff like a crutch.
"Archmage Nanga ... What is this all about? Do you ... know?"
The Irish Viscount slowly stood up, his body shaking uncontrollably, obviously still not recovered from the shock he had just experienced.
"Archmage Nanga! You must know exactly what just happened! Right!"
The Viscountess, supported by the Viscount, likewise trembled as she rose to her feet and looked at the black-robed mage with a hopeful expression.
"No doubt about it! It was an attack! There are spellcasters who are infinitely close to legendary and have made a full force attack on this place!"
Nanga's face was incomparably gloomy.
Levels 15-19 were all Archmage levels, but the difference in strength, among them, was not just a little bit or two.
He, Nanjia, was only a level 16 Archmage.
And the one who launched this attack was definitely a level 19 Archmage, and the best of the level 19s!
He was so sure of it!
"Infinitely close to legendary ... this ... how could this ... happen ..."
The Irish Viscount and his wife's faces stiffened beyond recognition.
They equally understood the weight of the phrase.
"My Lord Viscount! Forgive me for saying so, have you offended someone recently?"
Archmage Nanga could not resist asking.
"No! Absolutely not! I haven't been entertaining much this while, I've been staying at home and seeing a lot less people than I used to." The Viscount of Ireland shook his head.
"And what about you, madam?"
"I ... I haven't either! Either going to the cabaret with my sisters or having afternoon tea every day, what could possibly offend anyone?"
The viscountess shook her head in fear.
"Then why? ..."
The Grand Master of Nanga frowned with some headache.
"Right! That's right! Lord Nanga! Just now, a soldier, with a lump of iron, came to me!"
"A lump of iron?"
"That's right! The iron block was heard to have fallen from the sky and landed in front of them, and the most crucial thing was that it had three lines of writing engraved on it!"
The Irish Viscount said in a hurry, looking somewhat grave, as well as horrified.
"Which three lines?"
"He who offends the heavens will suffer the punishment of heaven!
The first calamity will begin here!
Mortals! You! Are you ready for the embrace of death?"
"This is a blatant threat! And it's a threatening announcement followed by an attack!"
"I haven't offended anyone."
"That's right! We didn't do anything! We're innocent! Someone else in town must have offended the attackers! That must be it!" The viscountess exclaimed in horror.
"Whoever offended that assailant and what his goal was, I'm afraid it's not over yet, that assailant may yet strike here ..."
Venerable Nanga said.
"And attack this place again? No! No! I don't want this! Next time we'll die! Definitely we'll die!"
The viscountess let loose a scream of fear, looking a little frantic.