[Extraordinary Prison's situation (40 - Prison break, 100+ Hero support)]
D100+10=d100(89)+10=99
A bright light and a loud noise exploded over the battlefield in front of the prison. After a moment of calm, chaos once again swept over.
The Masochist looked at the Hero who was shot down from the air, shaking her head lightly with a hint of regret: "Too bad, I don't have the time to fully enjoy this battle now."
Some prison guards, angered by her taunting tone, were so heated that they ignored the enemies in front of them, attempting to charge at that woman.
However, before he took a few steps forward, just as he stepped into the domain where the heat wave and icy winds intertwined, intense burning and freezing pain engulfed him. He collapsed, convulsing, and as he struggled helplessly, a burst of magical radiance struck down upon him, leaving him covered in wounds, almost dead on the spot.
"Don't go near that Cultist; you'll be covered by the Pain Aura!" the Cruising Bishop shouted hoarsely, releasing a much dimmer Holy Light to drag the injured to the back.
The shocking sounds and glaring lights didn't make these Black Gate Cultists retreat; instead, they ignited the last flare of madness within them.
At this moment, to truly eliminate these remnant stains, the entire city's military had begun large-scale mobilization. Soldiers flooded toward the battlefield like a tidal wave, systematically making themselves prey under the spotlight.
For them, that Border Count had already mastered an effective eradication method. A Space Lock and chaos field had already been deployed further out, blocking all teleportation paths. Any attempt to perform Space Magic would be swiftly detected and suppressed.
Even though the Black Gate was renowned for its teleportation and Space Magic skills, under such a closely knit net, they were no more than fish in a barrel.
This Fortress City, under the control of the Border Count, would leave no room for the enemy to survive.
Realizing they were already in a dead end, many desperados, without even needing orders from their leaders, launched frenzied attacks of their own accord. They knew well that this could very well be their final battle, with no further retreat available.
If they couldn't capture the Hero and break the prison within a short timeframe, causing further chaos, only destruction awaited them.
[The Hero's Beast Spirit Magic Power was about to run out. What to do?]
4. "Your Majesty, retreat!"
5. End the Transfiguration
6. End the Transfiguration
7. End the Transfiguration♛
10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure
[Hero's next action—]
A Sect Follower caught sight of the Cruising Bishop in the back and, without hesitation, intended to target the still-recovering wounded.
Although the Hero healed their bodies, many who had been attacked by the Masochist and fainted from pain had not fully regained their combat strength. These people were undoubtedly weak points on the battlefield, highly valuable targets for attack.
"I was just sharing my feelings with everyone. As for the Pain Aura, I can't do that kind of thing."
Hearing the Cruising Bishop's calls, the Masochist, her mouth bleeding, still wore a smile.
However, just as the Sect Followers were ready to split up and attack the wounded, the tightly shut gates of the Extraordinary Prison suddenly swung open. A group of roaring soldiers charged out, launching a ferocious assault on the Black Gate without mercy.
The Masochist's pupils subtly contracted at the sight of this unexpected reinforcement, clearly not anticipating the intervention of this force.
"Lord Count, all prison guards except for those in the high-security area have been deployed!"
The civil official responsible for communication shouted clearly, reporting through the Magic Array to the command center, causing the Count to nod slightly.
"Very well, hold off those Black Disciples. The quick-response unit led by the Sergeant is on its way."
The Extraordinary Prison was a sensitive and special place. The professionals detained here were not all heinous criminals, nor were they all strong, but they more or less had a disregard for the law, acting recklessly.
Without this specially designed prison, it would be nearly impossible to keep these unruly professionals confined obediently.
Although the Kingdom strongly supported the development of the Six Major Guilds, only a few could become professionals in the end.
Many skilled prisoners were detained here. In some backward and remote areas, they even had the qualifications to serve as guild leaders, leaving many local lords often helpless against these 'professional' criminals.
Even though the prison guards had been almost entirely dispatched, there was no prisoner inside the Extraordinary Prison moved by such a rare opportunity. Everyone quietly stayed in their cells, their minds echoing with the calm and indifferent voice that had just spread through the prison:
"In this disturbance, prisoners showing good behavior can receive reduced sentences, but those who act out will bear the consequences.
"I have mobilized the entire city's forces to concentrate here. If anyone attempts escape, they will be pursued under martial law; if an insurrection occurs within the prison, harming the guards, participants will be executed without mercy.
"—In the name of the Border Count, I promise to fulfill my word."
The Border City housed many who lived on the edge, relying on combat for survival. Only benevolence and gentleness could never achieve control over the city or the entire border.
That air of severe intention silenced the unguarded prison, leaving everyone waiting.
Watching the battle on the other side once more return to a stalemate and even seeing her side starting to fall back, the Masochist couldn't help but knit her brows slightly.
Initially, she intended to trouble the kind and gentle Miss Hero by using those soldiers—
Chains danced, dispersing the flames where the Phoenix had fallen, but the golden-red bird was nowhere to be seen. The Masochist was momentarily startled.
"What are you looking at!"
In the next moment, a petite figure burst forth from the mostly extinguished Fire Sea.
The Hero dashed barefoot across the scorching ground, a translucent wave of water swirling around her to form tiny garments covering only the essentials.
The water jets provided powerful propulsion; an iron fist entwined with icy wind swung like a cannonball straight toward the Masochist's head.
Constitution: 91 (-30)
[Hero launched the skill: Sacrifice (Gentle Killing +23 Armor Break, but still requires Magic Power each turn, same as Beast Spirit Embodiment)]
2d33+d91+23=d33(2)+d33(17)+d91(63)+23=105
[Gleaming Scale Serpent's chanting (100+High-tier)]
D124+50=d124(117)+50=167