Chapter 803 803 Casualties
"How many were lost in the attack before you could get yourselves into the panic room?" Wolfe asked as Professor Ashcroft came out among the students.
"Far too many. What is left fits in just this one panic room, out of the six that were designed for the purpose. There might be students hidden in the others, but nobody ever activated the protective wards on them." She replied, not bothering to hide her tears of mingled rage and relief.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
"You can check the other rooms once I have decided what to do with these people. I'm open to suggestions, if you have any." Wolfe informed her.
The old witch smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"I think that you know what you need to do. There is still an entire invading army out there somewhere, and you will need to be the one that deals with them. We certainly don't have the power, even with the Fae that came to help guard the Academy.
Oh, I do hope that they're still alive. The last I saw, they were fighting out in the grounds by the gate." The Professor explained.
Wolfe cast his mind out across the grounds of the Academy, looking for signs of a more powerful Fae life, or even the lingering mana on a recently deceased body.
He didn't find what he was looking for, but what he did find was a large dead zone, the magical equivalent of a Faraday cage, where no mana would be able to pass in or out. The entire gymnasium had been turned over to that treatment, leading Wolfe to suspect that there were more survivors.
"I think that I might know where the rest of the survivors are being held. There is a barrier over the gymnasium, and it is blocking all magic flow in and out. That should be where the others are being kept, but if it was cast by the man I just killed here, then it shouldn't be a problem for me to break it." Wolfe informed the elderly Professor.
"I will come with you, and the rest can wait here in the safety of the panic room." She insisted, then turned to the students behind her.
But the effect wouldn't block his mana cores, and it wouldn't stop him from using mana freely.
So, he opened the door and walked onto the backstage area, where he could hear many frightened voices, as well as a number of gruff ones telling them to shut up and behave.
"Now that is no way to talk to a lady. If your mother were here, she would wash your mouth out with soap." Wolfe reprimanded the soldier with the foul mouth, and the whole group turned to him with evil smiles.
"The barrier doesn't work here, hero boy. Now come and sit pretty with the witches if you don't want anyone getting killed today." The soldier warned him.
With a dramatic flick of his fingers, Wolfe brought up a barrier over each of the witches individually, and then smiled at the soldiers.
"It wouldn't matter if the barrier was up, I created it. Now, I will give you two options, do you die fast, or do you die slow?" Wolfe replied.
The soldier was about to speak, but one of the witches beat him to it.
"Slow!" she shouted.
The soldier beside her raised his rifle and slammed it into the invisible barrier that Wolfe had created, and the Witch flinched, not knowing that it was there, then smirked when she realized that she would not be taking a beating for her insult.
"You're all boned now." She laughed, while the soldiers began to panic.