The cursing lips were louder than all the other spell-reciting lips. Among the turbulent waves of meat lumps, those lips shouted and cried out curses like their corners would stretch apart, overwhelming the low murmurings of the other lips. The target of these resentful curses was obvious since all the ‘eyes’ were looking at Lyla.

However, the lips didn’t have time to ask her a question; their magic spells began to be completed one by one. Magic attacks poured out from all over the place in different varieties: property magic like fire, water, wind, earth, and lightning; there was even dark magic or magic formed only through mana. Each one of them was a high-level magic attack that wielded great power.

Snoc complained that a lump of meat used earth magic, but no one paid attention to him. It was literally a museum of magic in there. If an ordinary magician saw the scene the group was looking at, they would have expressed great admiration for the colorful display of magic—of course, if they were not the target of these attacks.

“Hans and Snoc, protect Leona!” Zich shouted and stood in front of Lyla. Following his command,...