Although Nostradamus said this, his tone was not heavy, even if he scolded him, he was just like complaining, but Joshua keenly noticed that when the old master said the word "box", his expression was a little obvious unnatural. ≈

There are many explanations for this unnaturalness, such as embarrassment, troublesomeness, but the most likely one is the confusion and worry caused by not knowing how to deal with it.

And what can make an extremely intelligent old wizard worry about is absolutely impossible as simple as an ordinary box.

"Need help?"

Joshua spoke, Enochdamus's relationship with him was a very natural thing. The warrior reminded him: "The black fog has affected some of the buildings in the city center and needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Yes, the vicinity of the Mage Association is not an ordinary residential area." Without too much explanation, everyone knows how serious this kind of accident is in a country. After putting away the communication array in his hand, the old mage's expression became serious: "That box is a difficult thing. You may not know about this matter, but it has recently caused a huge topic in the mage world... Not to mention its origin, this box was originally a researcher by another group of mages in the association. The group of people is not weak, but they still had an accident. Now they have to solve such a big problem."

Nostradamus's expression became very complicated: "They were pulling their faces down and they actually begged to me."

“So you need help.”

Joshua shrugged. He had passed several strange objects related to boxes and black fog in his previous life. He had a rough idea of ​​the situation he was about to face. Then he said calmly: "We also want the Mage Association to find someone, come out as soon as possible and solve it as soon as possible."

"Think about it carefully, I also had an unexpected situation when I came to the imperial capital last time."

Just as the warrior was talking to the old mage, Ying, who was standing beside him, nodded thoughtfully: "No, not only that, every time the master goes out, there seems to be an unexpected situation."

"More than that, my sister is not just out."

The black boy shook his head, shrugged and added: "Even if the master is drinking and reading newspapers at home, there will be a demon dragon sneaking in and assassinating, I guess."

Rin didn't finish her words, because Joshua had already pressed his head and shook it threateningly. The young man from Shenji immediately said that he would shut up and stop talking.

“…Although I’m a little sorry, please forgive me for being rude.”

Dimore, who had been very silent all the way, suddenly spoke. His emotions had completely calmed down from Isrell's previous speech. After hearing the conversation between Joshua and Nostradamus, he thought for a while, then calmly shook his head and said, "I still have some things... I should not be able to accompany you to deal with them."

"No problem." The old mage nodded slightly: "Your matter is also very important, please complete it as soon as possible."

This was not unexpected. When Dimore was in the library, he obviously had something to do. Although his actions changed due to the appearance of Joshua and Nostradamus, now that everything is over, it is almost time to go back and continue to deal with his affairs.

Nodding slightly to Nostradamus, the second prince turned his head and looked at Joshua. He and the warrior looked at each other silently for a while, then turned around and left without saying a word.

"Don't let your father down."

Just as Dimore was about to disappear at the corner of the corridor, Nostradamus spoke lightly, and the other party obviously heard this sentence. He paused before continuing to step away.

After the second prince completely disappeared from everyone's sight, the old mage sighed indecisively. Then, he said calmly: "Then let's get out as soon as possible, Qiao Xiuya is closer to me, I'm going to prepare for teleportation."

"Don't the imperial capital have a magic array that isolates teleportation?"

Although this question was asked, Joshua was not surprised. He greeted Ying and Rin to approach him, and then the three of them walked to Nostradamus: "I thought you were the same."

"I presided over the latest transformation of the magic circle."

A little dark blue fluorescence appeared around the old mage, and wrinkles appeared in the surrounding space like ripples. The corners of his mouth raised slightly and said with a smile: "Which mage would give up this great opportunity without adding a little back door of his own? For the sake of Isrell's face, I usually try not to use it, but now it is a special situation, let's go!"

The next moment after the conversation was finished, accompanied by slight time and space fluctuations, the group disappeared into Morley Palace, and His Majesty the Emperor in the Holy Hui Hall also noticed the almost non-existent waves. He laughed and shook his head.

The imperial capital, the mage association, near the Avenue of Truth.

It was late at night, but there were constant screams. Under the illumination of the pyroxene lamp, more than a dozen city guards were busy walking back and forth in the dark. They evacuated the people, cleared the roads, and set up blockades. These tall soldiers wearing armor and swords, shields, and cloaks dispersed the other people around who seemed to want to watch the fun. At the same time, they warned loudly: "Unrelated personnel evacuated the Avenue of Truth as soon as possible. An unexpected situation occurred in the Imperial Royal Mage Association. The people around them please leave your residence and go to the church of St. Alan, the municipal hall and other places to take refuge. Is this a joke? This is a high alert order. The Empire will make up for all your losses. Repeat once, irrelevant personnel..."

The sound of aura echoed on both sides of the street, and the people watching the fun also realized that this was not an exercise, but something really happened. Passers-by remembered the demon sacrifice incident half a month ago, and the expressions of the city guards were also very serious, so they all left uneasy.

On the other end of the street, behind the houses, there were clusters of strange black fog that was undulating and undispersed, slowly spreading towards the surroundings with the completely covered Royal Mage Association.

It seems to be just ordinary fog, but the wind cannot blow. Pure darkness is nurtured in it. From the outside to the inside, there is no sight at all, as if something swallowed by the fog has gone to another world.

As time passed, the black fog passed by the street signs on the roadside and the carriages thrown away bit by bit. The sound of something being corroded suddenly sounded. Through the fog, you could vaguely see that the street signs and carriages shrouded in black fog melted like soft mud, and then turned into a layer of sticky unknown substance on the ground.

Around the surroundings, the rock buildings covered by black fog were not a problem and still stood, but the houses built of wood collapsed one after another. On the side of the road, iron lamp poles were touched by black fog, and decaying rust appeared in just a few seconds. On the contrary, the pyroxene lamp still shone with light in the black fog.

There were many mages casting spells at the edge of this strange black fog, as if they wanted to prevent the mist from spreading. Their actions were actually quite effective. When one spell after another, the black fog dissipated and retreated. However, there were too few people. The degree to which the black fog was dispersed was not exposed to one-tenth of the natural diffusion of the black fog. And later, the mist seemed to adapt to the power of magic, and it began to advance forward against various magic spells.

"No, the power of the Eribos Box is as powerful as we imagine. This mist has life!"

A middle-aged mage in a green robe released a power barrier, then shouted loudly to his companions around him. His expression was serious and there was cold sweat on his forehead: "It has already tested our attack limit, so it began to spread without any worries!"

"This is the Imperial City, and it is impossible for us to use large-scale spells!"

Another replying mage's voice almost popped out of his teeth. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, my experiments have interrupted the fog that cannot be blown away, burned, and can absorb magic. It has extremely corrosiveness. The second group of people who are studying the Eribos Box? Where did they go? How did this group of waste release this thing? Is there no follow-up solution for handling?!"

"If so, we need to do it?"

A old mage who looked at least seventy years old, gathered nine magic nodes around his body. A huge, complex, slowly rotating magic array appeared in front of him. The mage narrowed his eyes, then reached out and pointed forward, and a conical translucent shock wave suddenly surged out of the magic array, suppressing the black fog in one direction.

It was not until this time that he spoke impatiently: "Where is the Fria? Where is his teacher? The old guy Hasselblad did not come forward to deal with it himself. Did he plan to hide it and pretend that he hadn't seen it?"

But no one replied to him, and after seeing the changes in the fog in front of him, the mage, who was not young, immediately forgot the question he asked before.

The fog that had originally slowly spread is now undulating violently. This covered most of the block, and the black sea of ​​fog is in turmoil. Layers of fine and weird waves are surging on its upper layer, rushing towards the edge of the outer layer.

"Yela, Yila"

Suddenly, some strange singing voice came from the surging waves of fog. The song was sacred and had a sense of solemnity, as if it was praising and praising an unknown existence. When he heard this sound, the old mage subconsciously felt something was wrong. He immediately increased the power of the magic circle in front of him, and a huge shock wave that was enough to slam the city wall roared towards the black fog.

There is no doubt that the mage's strength is enough to be called powerful. At least the middle-level golden city spell condensed into a solid magic power under his control, without affecting the surrounding streets and buildings at all. This translucent shock wave hit the black fog head-on.

But nothing happened.

To be precise, there are some. When the black mist that was originally spreading was stagnant for a moment when it was hit by the shock wave, it even showed obvious signs of contraction. But in the next moment, it continued to spread towards the outside world as if the attack did not exist, and even had a faint trend of increasing.

"What's the matter?!"

The old mage was stunned. He was a person who participated in the war with orcs that year and returned alive. In the entire mage association, except Nostradamus, his strength was enough to rank in the top five. If the golden spell that had full power was solid, it would be enough to smash the seven-digit giant mammoths from a giant dragon into meat paste. If it was released to the ground, it would be enough to cause a small earthquake. However, facing the black fog, it would stagnate for less than half a second.

"This thing has demon-eating resistance. Damn, Hasselblad and the others probably won't be good."

Immediately I realized that the second group of people who studied the Eribos Box might not have hid, but were really lost in the black fog. The white mage suddenly felt troublesome: "It's too targeted. The demon-eating resistance will obviously only appear on the monsters living in the dead magic zone. Why can there be a cloud of fog? What kind of way can deal with this black fog?"

And a holy light answered his question.

Beside the mage, a light silver beam suddenly appeared. It shot straight into the black fog, and immediately penetrated the strange fog. Later, more light silver light appeared. These lights shot into the black fog from all directions of the street, forming a crisscrossing network in it, completely suppressing the originally surging black fog.

The black fog seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and began to retreat continuously. One by one, the buildings that had been swallowed and eroded by it before, and the buildings that had obvious traces of corrosion appeared again in front of everyone.

"It seems that the Heavenly Punishment Holy Light is effective for this thing."

A cheerful male voice echoed in the street. The leader of the Knights of the [Ham of Freedom] just walked out of the Morley Palace, Paladin Robzek, was surging with a sacred light flame that seemed to be burning. He maintained the light net that suppressed the entire black sea of ​​fog. He turned his head and said to the silent mage Bai who was silent beside him: "You have specialties in your skills. You are definitely not as professional as us when dealing with such strange things."

The place where the Seven Gods Church ambassadors lived was not far from the Royal Mage Society, so they naturally noticed the strange incidents that were born here and helped.

But Master Bai was not at all unhappy. He was not a young man, and would get angry about such trivial matters. What the mage should have pursued correctness and truth. What the silver-headed paladin said was correct. Naturally, magic should not be used to deal with things that have demon-eating resistance. The holy light of the clergy is indeed a good choice.

But at this moment, the horrified voice of the city guards came from the other side: "Mist! The fog is boiling!"

"What?!"
Chapter completed!