Meanwhile, Lynn and the others were making their way to the castle from the other side, underground.

  Everyone was well aware of the pressing time. Barton, injured as he was, had even refused Buck's assistance. After a hasty makeshift bandage for his back wound, he gritted his teeth and followed the rest.

  In that moment, Lynn was still repying the details of his spellcasting in his mind.

  "Magic Missiles," as a fual zero-tier spell, wasn't particurly difficult to learn or use. The real challenge y iing the trajectories for each missile.

  Lynn hadn't joihe first wave of terattacks with Jonny and the others. He had been preparing his spells.

  Unless 071 assisted him with targeting, trolling twelve Magic Missiles simultaneously was his limit. Their power was roughly equivalent to a higher-tier first-circle spell.

  "Are you really Karl?" In the midst of the silence, Buck couldn't help but ask.

  "Of course," Lynn nodded.

  "But when did you master the Helram Formu?" Jonny was also very curious. She had handed Lynn the book "Fual Magic for All" just over an ho. It didn't make sehat he could learn it so quickly, did it?

  "Just a little while ago," Lynn casually replied. Then he suddenly remembered that he had only been studying magic for half a year in his inal body. He thought he might be ing across as too fident and quickly added, "My teacher expihe principles of this formu to me before. It didn't seem too difficult."

  Not difficult? A perplexed expression crossed Jonny's delicate face. If it was so easy, why had she spent several months trying to grasp it herself?

  Bud Barton were vihat their mentor, Kora, must have given Karl some extra help.

  "Dove, report the enemy's positions and distances!" Lynn ged the subjed looked at the silent girl by his side.

  Although her killing of Will raised suspis, they had no choice but to rely on her abilities in this crisis.

  "Enemies are everywhere, and it seems like they're trying to surround us," Dove said, her body trembling with fear.

  "What about Archbishop Anluke? Where is he?" Jonny suddenly inquired.

  "I don't know. My psychising 't detect him," Dove almost burst into tears.

  "In that case, find a pce to gather as many enemies as possible and deal with them first!" Lynn calmly analyzed. Apart from the still-unused Grand Archbishop, the biggest threat to them right now was the rain of arrows from the crossbowmen. If they were in an open area, a few volleys of crossbow fire would kill at least half of them.

  "Are you serious, Karl?" Buck's eyes widened in astonishment.

  They didn't even have time to escape right now, and Lynn was thinking about gathering the enemy for a terattack. It sounded like a fairy tale.

  Lynn didn't reply but instead looked at Barton, who was struggling with his bleeding back.

  Buck then realized that they were still carrying a wounded member who couldn't move well. It wouldn't be long before the enemy surrouhem from all sides, and ohat happehere might be no esg at all.

  "How fident are you?" Jonny asked directly.

  "That depends on how many types of magic you guys have mastered!" Lynn decred decisively.

  ...

  With Dove's perception and Lynn's coordination, guards from several dires nearly verged on the group of wizard apprentices in a side hall of the castle simultaneously.

  A total of six squads of guards had gathered, with the mysterious and uable Grand Archbishop Aatio the entrances and tending to the wounded. All of them were now assembled.

  Even though they outnumbered the enemy, Aaron, who had just suffered a severe setback at the hands of Lynn, didn't dare to be pt. He ordered the guards to advance using a shield wall and crossbow formation, and then worked alongside other priests to cast supportive divine spells.

  "Fear Nullification," "Sacred Blessing!"

  Two secutive beams of white light shohe shield-bearers, now brimming with ce and vitality, boldly advanced with their thick shields.

  In front of them, Buck stood alone, barring the way for the numerous shield-bearers. He lifted a ter that weighed several hundred pounds from the ground, his already muscur arms swelling once more. With superhuman strength beyond the limits of a human body, he hurled the heavy ter forward.

  "Kill them all!"

  The heavy ter collided with the dense wall of shields, produg a tremendous muffled sound.

  Then, the solid stone floor underfoot suddenly sank.

  This was the result of Jonny and Barton, who were hiding in the shadows, w together to cast a first-circle spell—Fossilize to Mud! The sturdy armor had ceased to proted, upon impact, the legs of the shield-bearers, who were standing on fine sand, immediately lost bahe oneatly aligned shield-bearers fell to the ground, all out of pce...

  Though it was a bined spell of two wizard apprehe range of its impact was still limited. Behind them, the crossbowmen had already raised their crossbows, and more than forty sharp crossbow bolts glinted ominously, aimed at Buck...

  Please, Dove, be quick!

  A bead of cold sweat slid down Buck's forehead as he silently prayed in his heart. This moment was the differeween life ah!

  Fortunately, Dove didn't disappoint him. Just as the crossbers were about to be pulled, an indescribable shrill sound echoed through the castle.

  Soul Wail!

  Everyone prese as if their brains had been struck with a heavy hammer, losing all trol over their bodies in that instant.

  Injury was sustained on both sides, and the enigmatiature of psychic magic was unmistakable!

  The range of the Soul Wail's effect was extremely wide, but its magical power ption was incredibly inte was forced to stop after only two seds.

  Dove's figure wavered, almost falling to the ground.

  Jonny and the others felt a sense of uhey had done everything they could, collectively buying them five seds and gathering all the eogether.

  For Lynn, this was enough. Pale yellow phosphorous powder was already suspended in his palm, rapidly expanding into a huge fireball nearly half a meter tall.

  The yellow-white fmes didn't seem particurly remarkable, but all the wizard apprentices and priests present couldn't help but shiver with a deep sense of dread.

  However, this massive fireball didn't target Aaron and the others; it flew into the air and disied, with sparkling embers trailing behind, like a beautiful fireworks dispy in the sky.

  Buck's face turned ashen. He couldn't help but suspect that Dove's Soul Wail just now had interfered with Lynn's spellcasting.

  You see, fire magic had always been trated for effective use!

  Weebkun