Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

As the Banshee army advanced, the garrison defense line in the city had been reduced to the core city. But with the addition of some heavy weapons, the battle became stalemate for a while.

Under the Military Commission Building, there is a huge space, which is the core of Kazdel City.

The city of Kazdel is very different from the mobile cities of other countries. Their cities are the product of technology, while the city of Kazdel is a huge polymer of Sarkaz witchcraft.

Full of technology and hard work.

The central tower on the ground controls the technological part, while the underground space is the living part.

At this time, a large number of Sarkaz warlocks have gathered here, waiting for the banshee army on the ground to enter the range of the magic circle.

The staff was raised, and obscure spells echoed in the space. Black mist began to spread in the core city.

The witchcraft woven by the lich and Her Highness Theresa will completely devour the banshee's army.

"How is this going?"

"What a weird fog."

"Sarkaz swear! Something grabbed my foot."

Black silk threads floated in the dark red mist, swimming and wrapping around the ankles of the soldiers on the battlefield.

The armor on the legs was like tofu and was cut directly by the silk thread, and the blood was absorbed by the magic circle along the thin threads.

The fog is getting thicker!

The target of witchcraft is not only the Banshee army, but the soldiers responsible for resisting the Banshee's attack also become fuel for witchcraft.

The entire battlefield turned into an indiscriminate slaughterhouse, and the wailing of soldiers could be heard continuously in the thick fog.

"This is the defensive magic of Kazdel City..."

Roy knew the existence of this witchcraft, but Theresa had specifically told Roy not to destroy the magic circle as much as possible.

After all, it took a lot of precious materials to set up this magic circle.

At this time, the Banshee Lord took action. The bone whistle, combined with the ancient Sarkaz ballad, dispersed the thick fog, and the strange silk threads were forced back into the fog.

Those banshee soldiers who still had strength quickly took their unconscious companions out of the coverage of the magic circle and handed them over to medical wizards for treatment.

"It seems that with the existence of this magic circle, we will not be able to capture the core city for the time being."

"I wonder if Mr. Roy has any solution?"

The Banshee Lord looked at Roy. Even through the veil, Roy could feel her smirk.

"I don't believe you don't have a solution..." Roy muttered to himself.

As a member who jointly built the mobile city, the Banshee Lord must know how to remove the spell.

But in the future, as the demon king who commands the Sarkaz, Roy needs some military achievements to support his position. The Banshee Lord is paving the way for Roy to become the king.

Roy also began to think of a way to shut down the witchcraft without destroying the magic circle.

The black fog began to spread over here again, and Roy noticed that the concentration of Originium crystals in the air seemed to have decreased. Expanding the sensing range, Originium crystals in other urban areas also showed signs of moving towards the core city.

It seems that the energy required to maintain such a large-scale magic array is very terrifying. As long as the energy supply is cut off, the spell can be stopped.

Roy did it as he thought. He slowly walked into the thick fog, opened his arms and let the silk threads wrap around himself, absorbing the energy of the magic circle in the opposite direction through them.

In the underground space, a large amount of Originium energy is supplied to the core of the magic circle through pipes, and the Sarkaz warlocks are responsible for controlling this huge witchcraft.

At this moment, the patterns of the magic circle engraved in the entire space suddenly began to dim, and they also noticed that something was competing with the magic circle for energy.

Before they could react, the Originium energy flowing in the pipe was completely absorbed, and the entire room returned to darkness.

"What on earth happened up there?"

The Sarkaz warlocks were completely confused by this unprecedented situation and could only look at each other in bewilderment.

"We lost..."

An old Sarkaz man leaned on his staff and murmured that without the support of witchcraft, the defenders of the core city could no longer stop the banshee army.

"I do not believe......"

Several young Sarkaz warlocks attempted to restart the magic circle, but their strength was simply a drop in the bucket compared to the needs of the magic circle.

Instead, they were sucked dry by the magic circle, leaving only a few mummies.

The fate of these people forced many young warlocks who were ready to make a move to accept the fact that they had lost.

Roy, who had absorbed too much Originium energy, was also feeling uncomfortable. The huge amount of energy was surging in his body, and he felt his head was a little swollen.

However, the black fog on the battlefield had completely disappeared, and in the distance there were still many corpses whose blood had been drained by witchcraft.

The Banshee Lord came up and gently supported Roy, who was shaking a little.

Concerned words rang in my ears: "Roy, how do you feel? Is there anything wrong with you?"

Roy shook his head gently: "I'm fine, let's move on."

Without the barrier of witchcraft and with huge casualties, most of the garrison in the city chose to surrender. After all, in their view, as long as the city was still in the hands of the Sarkaz, their lives would not change much.

A banshee can do it, a blood demon can do it, a scavenger can do it...it's all the same.

"Your Highness is back here again, aren't you going to say hello to her?"

"No need, she has come here on her own."

......

"Who are you?"

Just as Roy was taking the Banshee Lord to the Military Commission Building, several figures suddenly rushed out from a blind corner on the street and headed straight for the Banshee Lord.

"Decapitation Operation"

This word appeared in Roy's mind. It seemed that the Military Committee wanted to repel the Banshee's attack by assassinating the Banshee Lord.

Just as Roy was stunned, a huge axe chopped towards his upper body.

"Haha, I thought the Banshee Lord's guards were some experts, but I didn't expect them to be so scared."

"go to hell."

The tall Sarkaz warrior swung his giant axe with all his might, but a pair of pitch-black arm armor blocked his blow.

"Sneak attacks are not a good habit!"

Roy, who was attacked by surprise, crushed the axe blade in his hand. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and used the excess source stone energy he had absorbed to create a pair of arm armor, otherwise he would have been scratched.

More people rushed out from both sides of the street and surrounded Roy and the Banshee Lord.

Of the three leaders, Roy only recognized one.

Ursula!

"I wonder if you are too confident in your own strength to act alone with only one guard."

"The Banshee King"

Hearing Ursula calling Roy her bodyguard, the Banshee Lord couldn't help but laugh. She laughed even happier when she saw Roy's unhappy expression.

"Hahahaha... Guard Roy, you have to protect me well."

Roy was already unhappy about being ambushed, and now he was teased by the Banshee Lord, making him extremely furious.

He rushed towards the enemy in front of him with his sword in hand, and the Banshee Lord blew his bone whistle to summon his animal friends from the fog.