Having charged down the street, Malin and the City Guards and armed civilians following him ran into trouble; a barricade blocked their way. Looking at the barricade before him, Malin felt the impotence of Spell Formations for the first time—no spell could be utilized within an anti-magic zone, and both his Flame Burst Fireball and Giant Table Flip... no, his Spiked Wave disappeared without a trace as soon as they entered the area.
After signaling a round of futile Array attacks, the mages in the sky also chose to give up, making Malin miss the coordination on open ground once again.
This damn world, without cannons, without planes, not even grenade launchers, he only had a few grenades in his hand. Throwing them at people was fine, but at a barricade, these toys were useless. They couldn't even blast away the furniture in front of the barricade.
Was he supposed to fill the gap with lives? Did a rubbish barricade like this require a blood sacrifice?!
