Netheril’s Glory

Following the prediction of the Visceral Divination spell, Punk came near a wooden house that was half-smashed by a boulder. This place was in the eastern part of the city, and as the main battlefield was in the southern region, the surrounding environment seemed much quieter, except for a few occasional cries of some homeless refugees, there were no other sounds.

Punk was standing on a small piece of cracked granite, and in the ground near his feet, there were some marks of dried blood. Although this area was not close to the central battle zone, it was not safe from the continuous vibration and the occasional felling stones from the two official-level powerhouses' battle.

According to the hints Punk received from the divination, he had a high chance of encountering an opportunity to escape in this place. Although Punk wasn't entirely sure why escaping would become so difficult that he needed to wait for an opportunity!

But he still chose to trust the prediction of the "Visceral Divination."

Although he always sensed a weird and extremely terrifying aura while casting this spell, he had to admit that it was indeed very useful, even when it was just an apprentice-level spell, especially so, after he released it with the help of his trainee-level soul.

"It seems that something is going to happen!"

Punk mutter to himself while trying his best to shake off the strange feeling in his head leftover from the " Visceral Divination". And under the circulation of powerful trainee-level mana, this unpleasant feeling, like something wrapped around his head with many slippery tentacles, gradually subsided.

Punk took a deep breath, raised his head slightly and started to watch the battle between the two powerhouses in the sky.

……

Torrents of violent shock waves tore the clouds to pieces. Even with his extremely fast reaction speed, Punk could only see flashes of red and green lights colliding and separating in mid-air.

As the battle was at its climax, the terrible energy tide was so strong that it even damaged a large area of the city. The emerald green corrosive energy easily turned the surrounding houses' solid brick into a sizzling glowing mist.

Punk leapt back two steps, and he again replenished the mana of his mage armor. Even a tiny fragment of an attack of such level was not something he could bear now. So he had to be overly cautious.

The flames near the city wall started to burn even more vigorously. Since most houses in Konola City were made with wooden structures, these magical flames were spreading very fast, and many houses in a large area of the city already turned into ash. And like a rampaging golden dragon, the raging flame was still becoming more and more intense. A large amount of billowing black smoke started to obscure Mira and Casa's brilliance, which created a gloomy atmosphere in the Konola City.

"The city is Breached! The city is Breached!"

An abnormally loud voice that was obviously amplified by magic came from the southern city gate. Now, a lot of noises of fighting and killing were coming from that direction. Punk looked in that direction with disapproval.

"Enemy's plan to disrupt the soldiers' mind?... No! the city gate has really been breached."

Punk's pupils shrank slightly. The level of uselessness of these city guards was beyond his expectation. Even half of the morning hadn't passed yet, and a fortress city like Konola was already breached.

Seeing this situation, Punk became a little hesitant-

"Taking advantage of this chaos, should he flee right now!…or... wait…"

Boom! ! !

When Punk was hesitating, a huge roar came not that far from his, and a humanoid object completely wrapped in vines fell from the sky like a meteorite. The entire eastern street of the city turned into a huge crater, and a huge mushroom cloud composed of dense smoke and dust formed in that location. Like a spider web, some large cracks appeared on the ground of that area, and all objects in that entire area were shattered and turned into flying debris in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Punk's face changed drastically as several huge pieces of debris started to fell from the sky. After quickly casting a spell on himself, Punk began to run from that area by jumping continuously among the several pieces of broken rocks that were still rolling in mid-air. A pale blue light was coming from the soles of his feet as he was jumping and dodging amongst the flying debris.

Finally, Punk left the impact zone and came down to the ground again. Now the first thing that was in his mind was to stay away from the humanoid objects that fell from the sky as far as possible.

Because he could clearly perceive a soul fluctuation that was already stored in the memory of the system. So he had no doubt that the person wrapped in vines was Mage McNeesey!

"This is very troublesome!"

Although Punk's expression on his face was still calm, mentally, he was gritting his teeth and complaining! If McNeesey were to defeated in this way, who would stop Lunka?

"Wait! Commender Lunka!"

Punk hurriedly looked up everywhere to find Lunka. Now he only hoped that Lunka also would not have it easy. It would be good if he has been seriously injured or, even better, experienced "mutual destruction".

Otherwise... He really couldn't think of a way to escape with his life under the chasing and killing of an official-level powerhouse.

Fortunately, things had not reached that level. Punk found Lunka in the occupied part of Konola city.

Although Lunka's condition was much better than McNeesey, he himself paid a huge price, as evident by the absence of one of his arms. And Punk could also see that one of his legs had become swollen, and something was slowly wriggling up through his leg.

Punk guessed that it should be a curse spell of McNeesey. Now it was impossible for Lunka, who has suffered such injury, to continue to lead in the attack against Konola.

But Punk's brows did not relax, because now the situation became a little tricky. With Lanka's supervision, the soldiers and professionals attacking the city would not be able to loot and pillage to their heart's content. And they could only honestly complete their duty. In other words, the enemy would have to execute every order thoroughly, which was very detrimental to Punk's evacuation plan.

Punk didn't have to think to know what order enemy leader would give. Strictly speaking, the entire defeated Konola city, including all the living creatures in it, were already Prince William's trophies, as his victory was now wholly assured.

Now, even the choice of completely slaughtering the entire city was not out of the table.

Sure enough, less than ten seconds after Lunka took command, a magnificently dressed enemy soldier climbed onto a conspicuous observation tower at the top of the city wall, but he did not plant any flag that represented victory as usual, but... he held up a shiny golden sword and inserted it obliquely into the gap of the city wall.

All the Konola city defence forces and the commoners who were paying attention to the observation tower opened their eyes wide in horror.

On the Pheren Plane, such actions by the occupying forces had only one meaning-slaughter!

In a world such as the Pheren Plane, there was no such thing as humanitarianism, and the ruling class often used the massacre as a means to show their majesty. In this case, perhaps it was to prevent the princess from escaping, or it was Lunka who gave this order to vent his anger, the cruel order to slaughtering a city, a city with nearly 200,000 population, was given.

And with Lunka watching, there was no doubt that the enemy soldiers would execute this order efficiently and ruthlessly like killing machines.

So now, Punk could be sure that there would be at least one team of professionals guarding each exit. And if someone tries to forcefully breakthrough, they will definitely end up dead!

"Oh! Mr McNeesey, I hope you can help me in some way!"

Although Punk really wanted to stay away from McNeesey and the princess's muddy waters, now he was stipulated by the force of circumstances to help McNeesey.

And from the hints of divination and the absent princess, who has never appeared from the beginning to the end of this conflict, Punk guessed that McNeesey had left some sort of backdoor retreat path. So now he himself, without a lifeboat, had to get on to the McNeesey's "broken raft".

Punk could perceive a very faint lifeforce from the impact site. Although it was just like a candle in the wind, Mage McNeesey was still alive.