"An attack? Someone launched an attack on the castle?"

The Viscountess screamed in shock, her face filled with panic.

"Calm down! Don't panic! The entire castle has an ancestral defense barrier, even an Eighth Ring spell can't destroy it!

We are absolutely safe here!"

Viscount Ireland remained calm, his voice steady.

But the next moment!

BOOM!!!!!!

A terrifying roar erupted.

The entire castle began to shake madly!

The Viscountess, caught off guard, fell to the ground!

"Damn it! What is happening!"

Viscount Ireland didn't fall at the first instance but instead roared in anger.

The room's trembling had just begun.

The exquisite paintings on the walls fell one by one, and all the tables and chairs collapsed, crashing toward the Viscountess!

Viscount Ireland hurriedly ran over to protect his wife.

As the tables and chairs hit his body, it seemed to trigger the defense of some magic item, and a transparent shield rose to deflect all the tables and chairs outside.

"Darling! Tell me! What's really happening? Didn't you say we have a barrier for protection?"

The Viscountess screamed.

"The barrier is indeed protecting us! But this attack is far more fierce than we imagined! However! It's alright! We are safe!"

Viscount Ireland responded, instinctively looking out the room's window!

Outside the window, a red flood was surging continuously! Like a pack of giant wolves, wave after wave crashing down!

The barrier protecting them showed strange colors under the wash of the red flood!

Viscount Ireland's pupils shrunk, what did he see?

The ancestor-built barrier capable of withstanding Eighth Ring spells was showing cracks like a spider's web!

Crack crack crack~

The cracks grew larger and larger under the red flood, until finally...

Bang!!!

A crisp breaking sound echoed.

The entire barrier shattered like glass, and the red flood, as if finding a valve, surged in!

"No!!"

Viscount Ireland, greatly alarmed, quickly hugged his wife tightly, then watched as the flood rushed toward them!

Swish!!!

The flood swept over him and his wife, and the Viscountess also lit up with a shield.

While resisting the red flood, it continuously crackled.

"No!!!"

Beside them, a piercing and extremely miserable scream echoed.

The Viscount couple turned their heads, only to see the soldier from before being swept away by the red flood!

The Viscountess's whole body shuddered intensely, and she was scared out of her wits, trembling as she said:

"Are we... are we going to die here?"

"No! Absolutely not! The shield on you and me, they are specially made by Grand Mage Nan Jia, enough to resist Fifth Ring or even Sixth Ring spells."

"Fifth Ring? Sixth Ring? Isn't that Eighth Ring outside?"

"..." At this, Viscount Ireland fell silent.

They exchanged a glance, able only to silently pray in their hearts that the fiery flood would pass quickly.

Until the crack crack crack sound echoed again, their hearts almost sank into the abyss before the flood finally dissipated!

They parted, trembling slightly, and looked around their room.

This room they lived in daily had become frighteningly unfamiliar!

The entire room, after the wash of the red flood, was scorched black, with thick smoke rolling!

Everything was mostly gone, only a few charred black embers sizzled and burned.

In the corner of the room lay a pile of black bones, remains of the soldier who had just given him the iron block!

And that iron block had melted into an irregular shape.

Yet Viscount Ireland and the Viscountess couldn't help but see those three lines from just now again:

"Those who anger the heavens shall suffer divine retribution!

The first calamity shall begin here!

Mortal! Are you ready to embrace death?"

"I... did I really anger the heavens? Anger... the gods? Is this truly divine retribution?"

Viscount Ireland murmured, his expression somewhat numb.

Buzz!!

A different sound appeared, and the Viscount and Viscountess saw an old man with half-black and half-white hair, wearing a black mage's robe, appear in the room.

"Are both of you okay?"

He leaned on a magic staff like a cane, slowly walking toward them.

"Grand Mage Nan Jia... what exactly is happening? Do you... know?"

Viscount Ireland slowly stood up, his body trembling, clearly not yet recovered from the recent terror.

"Grand Mage Nan Jia! You must know what just happened! Right!"

The Viscountess stood up, trembling, with the Viscount's support, looking at the black-robed mage with hope.

"Without a doubt! This was an attack! A caster infinitely close to a legend attacked here with full force!"

Nan Jia's expression was extremely grave.

Levels 15-19 are all Grand Mage level, but the difference in strength can be significant.

As for him, Nan Jia, he was merely a Level 16 Grand Mage.

And the one who launched this attack was definitely a Level 19 Grand Mage, and a standout among them!

He was very sure!

"Infinitely close to a legend... how could this be..."

The Viscount couple's faces went rigid.

They too understood the weight of those words.

"Lord Viscount! Forgive my candidness, have you recently offended anyone?"

Grand Mage Nan Jia couldn't help but ask.

"No! Absolutely not! Recently, I've not been socializing much, staying home mostly, seeing far fewer people than before." Viscount Ireland shook his head.

"What about you, madam?"

"I... neither have I! Every day, I'm either watching operas with my sisters or having afternoon tea, who could I have offended?"

The Viscountess shook her head in terror.

"Then why?..."

Grand Mage Nan Jia frowned with a bit of a headache.

"Yes! Yes! Lord Nan Jia! Just now, a soldier brought an iron block to me!"

"Iron block?"

"Exactly! I heard the iron block fell from the sky and landed in front of them, and the crucial part is, there were three lines engraved on it!"

Viscount Ireland quickly said, his expression somewhat grave, as well as terrified.

"Which three lines?"

"Those who anger the heavens shall suffer divine retribution!

The first calamity shall begin here!

Mortal! Are you ready to embrace death?"

"This is a blatant threat and intimidation! And issuing a terror notice before launching an attack!"

"I surely haven't offended anyone."

"Exactly! We did nothing! We are innocent! It must be someone else in the city who angered the attacker! It must be!" The Viscountess exclaimed, furious and horrified.

"Regardless of who offended the attacker and what their target is, I'm afraid this isn't over yet, and the attacker might launch another attack here..."

Said the Mage Nan Jia.

"Will attack here again? No! No! I don't want that! Next time we'll die! We will definitely die!"

The Viscountess screamed out in fear, her expression somewhat deranged.

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