Chapter 86: My truth is above you
"Grand Master Nanga! You are the great mage! You must have a way to save us, right?"
The Irish Viscount was also a bit flustered.
"In any case, you two better go take cover in the basement! That attacker launched a high-altitude raid on us! We don't know when the next one will be, and if we fail to guard against it, that could be a big problem."
"Right! Go underground first! Archmage Nanga! You must find the attackers afterwards!"
"I'll do my best!"
The three of them discussed the matter for a while and finally walked out of the room.
The entire aisle outside the house was now a charred black, smoky and dusty mess.
Piles and piles of human bones were flying everywhere, and there was still some skin and flesh on top that hadn't been completely burnt dry, nourishing smoke.
Oooh ~~~~
A wind slowly blew in through the broken window of the aisle, like the cries of the dead.
The whole aisle, at the moment, was like a painted scroll of hell, and it was terrifying!
It sent a shiver down the Viscounts' spines and soaked their entire backs.
The Archmage of Nanga carefully saw that the Viscount and his wife, both of them, had small bumps appearing on their bare arms ...
This was frightened to death!
"Let's go!"
Nanjia reminded.
The three of them advanced again.
Walking and stopping along the way.
Every aisle they crossed was a horrifyingly painted scroll.
Until they arrived outside the castle.
Here, the original lush gardens, the green grass, had long since disappeared, only black dust and a scorched earth that smouldered with heat!
The soil closest to the castle was sunken down by more than a metre.
Some red, crystalline solids stood out.
Sparks were pouring out and burning.
The stone statue of an ancestor of the Viscount of Ireland, which had stood in front of the castle gates, has collapsed and broken away!
Battered armour, bone fragments and twisted and burnt iron were everywhere!
The whole castle, perhaps a little darker because of the boundaries, minus all the shattered glass, was actually the most intact!
The sky was grey! Because it was obscured by smoke and dust!
This place, like a place of doom abandoned by the gods, exudes uncertainty and terror.
It made it a little difficult to breathe.
With a poof, the viscountess looked at this and fell straight to the ground, unsteady on her feet.
"What the ... hell is this?"
"Is this ... really the power that the attacker could have?"
The Irish Viscount's mind shook wildly, wondering somewhat if it was a spell from the attackers, or a true natural disaster? Divine punishment?
He faltered a little.
The Nanga mage frowned, sighing inwardly, and could not help but look to the sky after helping the Viscount and his wife up.
His gaze radiated a strange light that pierced through the smoke and dust.
And tens of thousands of metres above, in the stratosphere, Rand seemed to feel something in his heart and cast his gaze in the same direction.
The two sides' eyes spanned tens of thousands of metres and came together.
Immediately, however, the Archmage Nanga on the ground averted his gaze and kept scanning in other directions, before revealing his regret and helping the Viscount and his wife to leave.
At this, Rand gave a look of mockery.
"After all, they are only ants on the ground, even if they look up to the sky, they cannot see the true dragon's whereabouts!"
Rand turned his head, flapped his dragon wings and went away.
War! It had just begun at this moment!
But the end, it seems, has already been decided!
For his truth! Far above his opponent!
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The attack was watched by all the lords of Ayr.
For a time there were many different opinions.
Some said that the Viscount of Ireland had offended a powerful spellcaster and had been attacked.
Others said that the brother who had fought with the Viscount of Ireland for the title and unfortunately lost had returned to settle the score with the viscount.
Some even said that the Viscountess of Ireland had angered the God of Dance by driving away the dancers of the Chamber of Dragons, the Strictly Come Dancing, and thus received divine punishment ...
At first, those who supported the first theory were the most numerous.
But soon, there was a large group of people who supported the third theory.
Why?
Because, some say, after the Irish Viscount was attacked, he picked up a lump of iron that had fallen from the sky!
And on this lump of iron were engraved several lines of writing!
Lines of warning!
It was used by the gods to warn the viscount!
A number of them gloated a little because of this!
Look! I told you to drive away the dancers of the Strictly Come Dancing Club! You sinner!
But some of the soldiers took this second piece of iron away as soon as they noticed the situation.
Forty or fifty metres underground.
Inside a room of at least two hundred square feet, half a dozen magical lamps hung from the entire roof, their soft white light illuminating the otherwise dark underground world.
In the centre, a wooden table was filled with people at the moment.
In the middle of the table lay the second iron block that had been found by the soldiers not long before.
The men looked with stony faces at the iron block, or rather at the words on it!
"He who offends the heavens will suffer the punishment of heaven!
The second tribulation will begin here!
Mortals! You! Are you ready for the embrace of death?"
"The second tribulation ... begins here? What kind of consciousness is this?
A second attack, from the spot where the iron fell?"
"I think that's what it means! So this lump of iron, where was it found?"
"It was said to have been found there in Commercial Street ..."
"The first attack on the Viscount's castle and the second on the shopping street? What does this attacker want?"
"Isn't the most important thing why he gave the notice? Wouldn't it be better to just launch the attack without a word?"
"What is his purpose? Is someone really offended by the attacker?"
The group's heads were spinning, and it was really a bit difficult to understand the attacker's purpose.
"In any case, let's evacuate the people where the shopping street is first!"
"Is it possible to do that? It's simply not possible! You've all seen the strength of that attack before, right?
It won't help at all without clearing out the people within a thousand metre radius.
How many people do you think that would have to move?"
"What should we do then? Should we just leave them to die?"
"Send out all the spellcasters you have! Shooters, watch the skies day and night! And those dragon-hunting crossbows aim for the sky, and whenever something falls from the sky, attack it directly!
That long-range attack from the sky! From what I've seen, it's somewhat similar to a 7-ring burst fireball, but far more powerful!
This kind of spell is very unstable, so as long as it's intercepted in advance, there's nothing really to fear."
Someone reassured.
"What if, with that teaser of the iron block, it's just a sound bite?"
"Then send out more men and make sure the whole city is covered! Grand Master Nanga! Archmage Bo-won.
You two may have to work a little harder then, and whenever you find the attackers, please also stop them and ask the reason."
"That's all, then!"
One by one, decisions were handed down from this basement, quickly causing the people on the ground to mobilise.
The inhabitants of the city of Ireland noticed that hordes of spellcasters, hunters, had appeared throughout the city, wandering the various streets and alleys.
From time to time they looked up to the sky.
The city became frightened in this atmosphere.