Chapter 541 Rebellion 9

Ladi Setia's green eyes suddenly burst into a breathtaking light, but her pupils did not focus on a certain point in front. Her long green hair seemed to float up as if it was not affected by gravity.

The guards who saw such a strange phenomenon for the first time found it incredible. They opened their eyes wide and stared at this mysterious scene in the middle of the camp without blinking, as if they had forgotten that they were surrounded by the approaching fire. Some people also followed Paul and experienced the crazy wizard blocking the road. They couldn't help but think of the thrill at that time. It was also this green witch who blocked the crazy wizard's fatal blow.

The witch's lips opened and closed quickly, and she was chanting something. The syllables she uttered contained a special rhythm. Along with this chanting that was meaningless to mortals, a faint light began to appear around the witch. Looking closely, it was a little starlight - or light spots - floating around the witch. Against the backdrop of the night, they were like glowing algae in the pure lake water.

Gradually, there were more and more floating light spots, and they connected and converged with each other, as if forming a cylindrical light barrier around the witch.

The witch continued to chant, and the light barrier surrounding her became thicker and thicker, and the brightness it emitted became stronger and stronger. In the end, it reached a level that people could not look directly at. To Paul next to her, it looked like a large incandescent tube standing there.

It was at this time that rolling heat waves came from all directions, and the people who were attracted by the witch's spell came to their senses. At this time, they realized that they were already in a terrible purgatory.

Everything around the camp, whether it was trees, vines, flowers, weeds, or even rocks, had been set on fire. The raging fire attached to them, madly absorbing organic matter and then making themselves grow taller.

Looking out from the camp, countless flames had gathered into an endless red ocean. Birds fell powerlessly, letting the flames devour them, and beasts desperately ran around, but in the end they could not escape the pain of burning.

Even though they had seen the incredible magic of the devil lady, everyone who saw this scene could not help but fall into great despair.

The instinctive fear made many people begin to pray to the gods silently.

The raging sea of ​​fire seemed to have discovered the fish that had escaped the net in this small camp, and the raging waves of flames rushed towards them. The equally deadly smoke arrived before the flames. Everyone smelled the choking smell, and they could not help but cover their mouths and noses with their hands, and a strong sense of suffocation followed.

"Go!"

At this critical moment, the witch in the middle of the camp suddenly shouted, and the barrier of light surrounding her suddenly began to expand. It was so fast that in just a few seconds, the expanding cylindrical light wall passed through everyone's body, and finally stopped when the radius was about 10 meters, just wrapping everyone in it. After the expansion, the light wall can no longer be called a wall. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a membrane, and it is far less dazzling than before. In the eyes of everyone, they seem to be in a large glass cover.

The raging waves of the sea of ​​fire swept in immediately, but strangely, the flames stopped after hitting the thin transparent light film, and could no longer move forward.

And the people who were protected in the light cover no longer smelled the suffocating smoke, as if the air was suddenly purified.

Paul sat down on the ground, which was really a disaster.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, surprised that he was sweating so much, and didn't know whether he was scared or hot. Fortunately, the air around was no longer as hot as before.

Ladi Setia, my amulet! My goddess! Paul almost shouted without caring about his image.

He really wanted to hug the green-haired witch, but when he turned around to look at her, Ladi closed her eyes again, sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless.

Perhaps she was in a state of high mental tension at this time. Paul glanced at the light shield that blocked the flames. This should require the caster to maintain it at all times to take effect. He should not disturb her.

All the people had a look of surviving a disaster. They sat or lay on the ground, breathing heavily, letting their almost exhausted bodies rest.

…

"Paul Graman!"

At the entrance of the Caracal Valley, Dimiter Valen yelled at the forest that had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Tyrant!"

"Despot!"

"This is your final fate! This is the retribution for killing my son! This is the consequence of your harsh treatment of the people."

Old Valen had a happy expression of revenge.

"This flame is my will, this flame is my incarnation, it will burn you into a pile of useless slag! Hahahaha!"

"Lord Graman!" Fergus stared at the flames in a daze, muttering in his mouth, but the Lord Graman he was talking about was Paul's father.

"I'm sorry that your heir has gone astray. He has completely violated your teachings and has become a willful and tyrannical ruler. I... have to send him to you."

"If you know in heaven, please rest assured that the new lord will be born in the blood of your family, and the Graman family will continue to rule this land."

The fire was rising and dancing in front of them, but there was a river between them, so Old Valen, Fergus and their men were not afraid at all.

The flames continued to soar, dance, and then gather.

Converge?

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Old Valen and Fergus, who found the abnormality, widened their eyes.

Yes, the flames on the other side of the river were gathering into a beam, or more specifically, they were twisting together like a whirlwind, like an upside-down typhoon roll.

How could this be?

Old Valen and Fergus looked at each other. They had seen all kinds of fires in their decades of life, but they had never seen such a strange phenomenon.

Fergus suggested, "Maybe we should go back first. The fire is so big, Graman inside is dead, why don't we go back and have a good sleep first, and then come back to check after dawn."

In fact, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Old Valen nodded, "You're right, I think so too."

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-"

Frightened voices rang out around them, it was their subordinates shouting.

"Devil! The devil of fire is coming!"

Fergus looked at the burning forest on the other side with a shudder.

The whirlwind of fire had changed, like a giant python hunting, its huge and long body leaped over the river and pounced on them fiercely.