.As Admiral Perry struggled to climb out of the rubble, he suddenly felt as if he had seen hell.

In the center of the temple, a huge impact crater seemed to be hit by a meteorite suddenly appeared. All buildings and trees were centered on this and collapsed in all directions. Countless charred limbs and broken clothes were scattered around the pit. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and burning smell. People were venting their anger, and intermittent moans from the wounded, as well as the sound of the burning beatings of wood beams and pillars.

The ritual club that was solemn and solemn the moment before has now turned into a terrible Shura slaughterhouse.

Todaji Temple has a thousand-year-old ancient temple and the giant bronze statue painted with a thick layer of gold powder have disappeared at this moment. The huge square paved with bluestone slabs have also been opened in pieces, as if it had just been cultivated. The sticky plasma slowly flowed out from under the collapsed building wreckage, and the streets not far away were shrouded in the blazing flames.

"...Oh, what happened to this damn place?! Uh... I remembered it, it seemed that Buddha Shakyamuni fell by the "Xiri Sutra"... Bah! What kind of despair of god should be considered!"

He couldn't help but curse and spit on the ground, and then checked his condition with the help of the flames - overall, he was lucky. Although he was already ragged and scratched many places, at least his bones were not broken, his organs were not damaged, and his blood loss was not very serious.

Seeing that the injury was not serious, Admiral Perry breathed a little relieved, and then took out a small bottle of healing potion from his close-fitting pocket. He was about to tilt his head and drink it all, but at this moment he heard a faint call for help from behind him.

"...Help, help me, Lord Perry, for the sake of our friendship over the years, please give me some help!"

"...Oh, it's you, how about you, you seem to be vomiting blood? Could it be that your bones were broken?"

Admiral Perry looked back and saw that the monk Xingfu Temple whom he knew was dyingly pressed under the half-declined broken pillar. His face was covered with blood stains mixed with dust and dirt, and blood foam was spitting on the corners of his mouth... He looked very poor.

He sighed, walked forward, pushed away the half of the pillar and pulled the monk out of the rubble.

"...Well, old guy, your situation seems to be not very good. Your left hand is dislocated, both legs are broken, and the half-broken iron piece inserted into your chest has begun to turn red and swollen... Oh? Why does it seem like it exploded from a Buddha statue?"

"...Ahem, probably this is indeed the case... I just felt that my eyes were dark at that time, and then I didn't know anything..."

The middle-aged monk coughed and spitted out a mouthful of bloody saliva, moaning wildly. Admiral Perry saw that his situation was getting worse, so he put away his teasing thoughts and quickly began to rescue him. He first pulled out the metal sheet left in the wound, and then poured the treatment potion to prevent inflammation.

"...Don't worry, you'll be fine, I'll treat you now..."

“…Well, thank you…ah!!!”

Unexpectedly, as soon as the bottle of healing potion fell, the old monk suddenly screamed, and the smell of white smoke and burning came out from his chest. Then he rolled his eyes and stretched out his body. The affected area of ​​the chest that had just applied the healing potion was instantly corroded into a big bloody hole, and the smell of smelly pus and blood splattered everywhere...

"...Oh, what's wrong with this? Shouldn't I be confused with the bottle of healing potion and the sour acid? That would be too miserable... Hey, don't die! Otherwise, I'll feel very guilty in my life! If I'm not dead, just squeak..."

Seeing such an unexpected scene, Admiral Perry was panicked for a moment and hurriedly grabbed the monk's shoulder and shook it violently. Unfortunately, this guy's chest had been corroded, so how could he have half of his vitality left?

At the same time, Admiral Perry, a high-level magician, also vaguely felt the abnormality of the surrounding environment - the magic network that should have been orderly, orderly and with strict levels has completely lost any order at this moment. The violent wave of energy surging, washing the entire space like a flood, making the already incomplete magic network further fragmented...

Aware of this terrible phenomenon, Admiral Perry couldn't help but smile a bitter smile on his face.

He already understood what happened here - the Buddha's incarnation exploded in the moment of the destruction and explosion, and the terrifying energy of astronomical numbers exploded, thus tearing and disrupting the magic network here, turning the city into a chaotic magic area.

Split line

The so-called chaotic magic area, also known as the wild magic area, is a magic disaster unique to the planet Torrell. It is called the caster's nightmare together with the dead magic area. These two are usually caused by the huge damage to the magic network by the melee of gods or the fall of the gods, making all mages and priests frightened. Among them, the chaotic magic area is far more famous than the latter.

The reason is also very simple. In the dead magic area where the magic net collapses, all kinds of spells are temporarily unusable, and the magic items are only temporarily stopped and are not destroyed. However, in the chaotic magic area where the magic net loses order, the effects of various spells and natural abilities will undergo unpredictable complete changes, which will be very dangerous in many cases. For example, if you want to put a healing technique on yourself or your companions, it turns into a life-seeking finger of death; if you want to condense a ball of water to extinguish the fire, you finally get a large bucket of strong explosives; if you want to use magic to create a batch of food to satisfy your hunger, the finished product you get is fine at a glance, but if you eat it, you will be poisoned immediately, and then you will die of swelling and bleeding from your seven orifices...

In the history of Feilun's magic, there was another most unlucky guy who forgot to bring the key when he went out for a walk with his wife, so he used a knocking technique (the basic skill of a thief, which can open a simple lock) to open the door. However, because of the sudden chaos in the magic net at this time, the door was turned into a terrible monster by the extremely mutated knocking technique, swallowing the unlucky mage's wife in one bite...

As for the situation like Admiral Perry now, the healing potions instantly turn into strong acid, there are even more common ones.

In simplest terms, the difference between the dead magic area and the chaotic magic area is like a dry riverbed and a roaring torrent... Obviously, the latter is more deadly than the former.

Therefore, using any spell or magical item in the chaotic magic area is equivalent to playing roulette with your life... At this moment, Admiral Perry was secretly glad that he had not poured the bottle of healing potion recklessly just now - otherwise, even if he was a strong bottle of soreness, even if he was an iron man, he would have to corrode a big hole in his throat...

And this time, the good luck seemed to be not over. When he staggered out of the central area of ​​the disaster and came to the collapsed Todaji Mountain Gate, he happened to meet his own guard who came to rescue. These people were stationed far from the city and suffered little damage in the explosion. They were forced to drop some of their heavy weapons when they entered the city, and they fought with some thugs, with a small casualty and injured...

After digging out several minor injuries from the rubble, Admiral Perry roughly counted his troops, which had about 150 people. Although he could not deal with any strong enemies, he could still make do with it by covering his breakthrough.

However, his good luck tonight seemed to end there.

Split line

At this moment, the Nara City, the Buddhist holy land, has turned into a sea of ​​burning fire.

Just as the Buddha's clone exploded and tens of thousands of believers and monks were crushed into minced meat by the shock wave, the killers lurking in the city of Guangyan Sect also began to set fire, explode, and kill, trying their best to further expand the riots in the city.

Although these laymen who were temporarily recruited by Guangyan Sect seemed quite clumsy and chaotic during the riot, not only did they succeed in assassinating important figures (mainly because no one was found), but all attacks on key organs failed (too few troops could not be gnawed), and many accidental injuries occurred. However, thanks to the traditional custom of building houses such as bamboo, paper and wood, as well as the extremely crowded and dense urban block planning, their arson operation finally achieved a major success.

Temples, houses, warehouses, shops, barracks... The houses and temples scattered in Nara City are shaking in the scorching flames and heat waves. Countless famous temples and cultural relics that have been passed down for thousands of years have been burned away by this sudden fire. Even the temples and gardens everywhere, surrounded by pine forests, quiet and deep, and ancient trees are lush and towering, were ignited in this fire that swept the whole city.

Before those monks and citizens who survived the destruction of Buddha's death could breathe, they were covered with fireworks and had to wrap their heads with coarse cloth, cover their mouths and noses with towels, pull their wives and children, drag carts and bags, and find a place to stay everywhere. From time to time, people who were burnt to death screamed and rushed out of the house, then threw themselves on the ground with flames, gradually turning into a pile of coke...

Originally, the urban residents of this island country who are curled up in tatami cardboard houses have accumulated a lot of fire protection knowledge under the test of frequent fires from generation to generation. Basically, everyone knows how to use water, sand and wet quilts to extinguish fires as soon as possible, or use a sickle-hook knife to pull down the burning buildings, set up emergency fire isolation belts, etc.

But the problem is that in order to welcome the arrival of His Majesty Buddha, at least half of the residents in the city gathered in Toda Temple to watch the ceremony. Most of the residential areas were empty. The remaining few elderly, weak, women and children who were left behind were not enough to put out such a surging fire, not to mention that there were rioters from Guangyan Sect who were killing people in the street to block the residents from putting out the fire...

So, when Admiral Perry stumbled out of Todaji Temple with his small guard, he saw only fire scenes with flames, or ruins of smoke, and piles of curled charred bodies buried under the rubble. Except for a few solid brick and tile buildings, which can stand on the ground like reefs, all bamboo and wood buildings in the city no longer exist.

The only thing that is thankful is that the thugs sent by Guangyan Sect no longer exist - this overwhelming fire also burned them to nowhere to gain a foothold, and they had to carry the robbed women of wealth and rush to the suburbs to avoid disaster.

In addition, although most of the local monk soldiers in Nara were killed in the square of Todaji Temple by the shock waves of the collapse of the Buddha, the remaining survivors completely lost their organizational system and became a pile of scattered soldiers with no combat power. However, the five thousand Hiei Mountain monk soldiers who came south to expedition were relatively remote, and in order to guard against the local monk soldiers' surprise attack, they did not all go to the ritual venue to watch the ceremony, so more than 2,000 people survived in an organized manner.

So, the Changqing monk of Anguo Temple, who escaped from the venue by chance, took this last direct armed force and collected defeated soldiers along the way. Finally, he defeated the remaining dozens of killers sent by Guangyan Sect to attack. Then he rushed into Xingfu Temple, which occupied a wide area, sparse buildings, and the fire was not easy to spread. He organized people to urgently knock down flammable houses around the temple, and used wet soil to build a fireproof isolation belt, intending to temporarily cage the temple to hold on to it, waiting for the fire to naturally extinguish.

In the middle of the night, Admiral Perry, who was burned to death, finally met with the last "friendly army" at Xingfu Temple.

However, following his trail, there were the sabers and iron hooves of thousands of Tukan cavalry!
Chapter completed!