Most of the attacks targeted Morin, but a few were also aimed at the other wizards, and even Colin, who was the farthest away, received an attack.
"This..." Colin agilely dodged the attack, but his heart sank.
Swish!
Another beam came, still fired by the male wizard.
But Colin keenly noticed that this time, the beam, amidst the ghastly green, revealed a hint of dark red... and its power had increased significantly!
Such a situation... there was no other explanation!
Colin's face darkened.
It must have been the dark red flames from earlier...
He turned his head and looked around.
Aside from Mayer, who lay on the ground with an indiscernible face,
that male wizard, Ginsley, and even Morin had strangely eerie expressions, with a flash of red seemingly in their eyes!
And they all had something in common: they had all been burned by those dark red flames!
Looking at their identically bulging eyes and the grimacing, teeth-gritted expressions, Colin suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
"The situation doesn't look good," Sovoc came over and murmured in a low voice.
Colin warily glanced at him.
But it seemed that because Sovoc was uninjured, he remained clear-headed.
"I'm normal," Sovoc noticed his gaze and emphasized, then suddenly asked softly, "Where is Lady Margaret?"
Colin and he both scanned the area and finally found the familiar figure of Margaret to their front left.
Margaret, surprisingly, was still coherent and was slowly retreating, seemingly planning to escape.
Colin and Sovoc exchanged a glance subconsciously.
Then, in unison like Margaret, they both started to back away.
With the current situation still uncertain and their magic power running low, escaping was obviously the best choice!
Colin retreated discreetly, using his peripheral vision to watch for the right moment while observing the frail priest nearby.
As time passed, the situation on the field grew increasingly complicated, and a bizarre, frenzied atmosphere gradually enveloped the area.
"Damned fool!"
After venting his frustration to no avail, Morin also started to attack the male wizard.
Being weaker than Morin and severely injured, the male wizard quickly fell to a lower position.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
But then, Ginsley, for some unknown reason, also began to attack wildly.
He yelled angrily, his translucent saliva splattering uncontrollably!
Morin, the male wizard, Sovoc, and even the prone Mayer fell within his range of attack, but he pointedly did not attack the frail priest, Naris!
"Ow ow ow! It hurts!!"
Just then, the male wizard finally could no longer endure the attacks; his body was torn apart by the witchcraft, yet under some bizarre influence, he did not die but screamed in agony.
'Now is the time!'
Colin's gaze sharpened, and he decisively used the Soaring and Flying Technique!
In that moment, in his peripheral vision, he spotted Margaret and Sovoc seizing the same opportunity to escape!
Swish!
The glow of witchcraft flashed, and Colin's figure instantly soared into the air.
Then, another swish, another flash of witchcraft light passed!
Undoubtedly, it was the glow of the Swift Skill.
With the enhancement of the Swift Skill, the speed of the Soaring and Flying Technique was further boosted!
Without any hesitation, Colin, like a bird leaving its nest, plunged into the night sky, rapidly distancing himself from the place!
"Oh?"
Priest Naris furrowed his brows, uttering a light sound of doubt.
"Still three not affected, huh..." he murmured to himself.
Watching as Colin and the others flew away in succession.
Naris slightly tilted his head up, and the firelight cast clear shadows on his gaunt face, resembling sinister tattoos.
"We can't let Vincent and Paco have sacrificed in vain."
Naris muttered, then gently removed the flame-shaped Divine Emblem from his chest and with its sharp tip, sliced open his palm.
Hiss.
Dark red blood immediately gushed from the wound.
Clutching his hand to form a fist, held vertically in mid-air.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
Drop by drop, dark red blood, under the force of gravity, dripped down from the fist.
But the blood didn't fall to the ground.
Hiss.
Hiss—
Drops of blood transformed into dark red flames, one after another, in mid-air!!
The flames floated in mid-air, enveloping Naris, much like eerie oil lamps.
This was the special ability brought by the extraordinary thing inside him known as the Divine Bloodline!
"Go."
After a short while, as Naris's face turned a bit pale, enduring the feeling of emptiness inside him, he gently waved his hand.
Swish!!
The suspended dark red flames, like pigeons receiving a command, shot out one after another!
But their targets were not the escaping Colin and the others, but the wizards still attacking each other on the field.
Morin, Ginsley... the male wizard had died in the mutual attack, and Mayer lay on the ground, life unknown.
The flames unabashedly flew towards Morin and the other, yet they completely failed to notice, merely gritting their teeth and furiously attacking each other.
The noisy cursing and attacking sounds abruptly stopped.
Only the continuous crackling sound of the flames burning, and the faint sound of the wind from the night sky remained.
Though lengthy in description, in reality, it all happened in an instant.