"It's too late!!"
Colin's eyes hardened as he took a deep breath, paused in his footsteps, and with a thought, he summoned the Elf Armor.
Clang!
The black and gold streamlined armor instantly surfaced on his body!
Then, he directed all his Magic Power toward the Steel Temperature Resistance Field!
Whoosh!
The originally transparent Defensive Field momentarily flashed a white outline due to maximum power output.
The next moment,
Dark red flames attacked, blossoming like flowers, cluster by cluster, forming a veritable fire field.
Hiss!!
As soon as the dark red flames touched the body's Defensive Field, Colin felt the Magic Power draining from him like a tide, making him involuntarily turn pale.
The white light representing the Defensive Field flickered incessantly, and the air between them distorted.
Simultaneously, watching these dark red flames, an inexplicable anger surged within Colin!
"Not good!"
Colin's expression changed slightly as he instinctively looked away, striving to resist these sinister dark red flames!
The flames continued to surge, the Steel Temperature Resistance Field flickering uncertainly.
Fortunately, this was the edge of the fire field, and since the Steel Temperature Resistance Field was now a First Rank Upper witchcraft adept at resisting high temperatures, the flames couldn't actually scorch him... it didn't even touch the Elf Armor!
Moments later, as Colin's Magic Power was nearly drained by half, the dark red flames finally began to extinguish.
He didn't retract the Elf Armor but rather cautiously took out a Magic Stone and a Demon Release Ring to start recovering his Magic Power, while cautiously looking around.
The Soaring and Flying Technique was already brewing in his heart.
"Trish!"
But before he could assess the situation, Colin heard a wail first, and instinctively looked in that direction.
Not far ahead, one of Morin's Male Wizards was extending a trembling hand, looking sorrowfully at a charred figure lying at his feet.
"Is this… that Witch?!" Colin's pupils constricted slightly.
The Witch Trish had clearly lost all signs of life.
Not only that... but the Male Wizard's left half-body was also charred, barely hanging on by Healing Magic.
Colin quickly looked away.
After discerning the situation, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Apart from Trish's death, the other Wizards survived, albeit with varying injuries.
Among them, Morin and Margaret, due to their superior strength and the powerful Witch Tools they usually carried, suffered the least.
Even Margaret, a specialist in Flame Witchcraft, only had her Wizard Robe slightly singed and her face a bit pale.
Even Morin, with heavier injuries, only had some charring on his body.
Then there was Sovoc, who unexpectedly had evaded into a nearby house by the roadside, bearing minimal scars.
"These dark red flames, seem not as powerful as imagined..."
As he exchanged glances with Sovoc walking out of the house, Colin thought privately.
But turning his head, he found that the situation of Ginsley and Mayer was not so optimistic.
Ginsley was leaning against a pitch-black broken wall, continuously casting some sort of Healing Magic on himself, the pale green glow of witchcraft flashing intermittently.
But this did nothing to alleviate his pain... Ginsley moaned quietly, his expression twisted in anger.
Using his keen sight, Colin could see that Ginsley's charred brown skin was sticking to the grayish-black remains of his Wizard Robe...
As for Mayer, his situation was even more severe!
He was lying flat on the ground, entirely charred, his Wizard Robe turned to black ash, indistinguishable from his charred body.
"Right... what about the Priest?"
"Could he have taken the chance to run away?"
Colin wondered, his gaze moving beyond the remaining flames on the ruins ahead.
The next moment,
His pupils dilated slightly, somewhat alarmed.
That frail Priest was still standing in his original spot, not having taken this chance to flee!
His expression was calm, lips tightly pressed, and those dark red eyes seemed to suppress a volcano about to erupt... This was not right!!
"Quick! While he hasn't fled, continue the attack!"
Beside him, Ginsley had cast a Healing Magic on himself and also noticed the frail Priest still lingering.
His eyebrows shot up in anger as he exclaimed loudly!
"Fool!"
Colin couldn't help cursing inwardly.
In such a scenario, the Priest's reluctance to flee was clearly overconfident and uncautious, yet to think of attacking directly!
"Dirty and ignorant believer! You have angered me!!"
Unexpectedly, from the other side, Morin also started to shout in anger similarly to Ginsley!
One problem had barely subsided before another arose.
What happened next surprised Colin even more!!
Whoosh!!
A miserable green ray suddenly shot out from the hand of one of the surviving Male Wizards under Morin, targeting—Morin!!
"It hurts! It really hurts!"
The Male Wizard clenched his teeth, eyes bulging, bloodshot eyes filled with red veins, angrily hissing.
"You're insane!" Morin yelled incredulously, his face contorted with rage.
"It hurts! It hurts a lot!"
The Male Wizard did not respond, repeating meaningless mutterings and continuously launching one attack after another.