Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

There was no need to make a choice, Carol immediately gathered the refugees, now was not the time to hide—once the signal flare shot up into the sky, the Punisher brigades of the various churches would surely come at the first moment, and if the situation allowed, the City Guard Brigade would also join them, with Carol and the dozen or so Guards from the cult, they would likely not withstand even one volley of gunfire.

With this in mind, Carol even more resented this damned era—ever since firearms were discovered, they had profoundly changed the rules by which this world operated.

No longer were there days where Transcendents towered high above; the armies of Mortals could now contend with those lower-tier Transcendents using firepower, and even the once-noble owners of the Sequences had to admit that sometimes firearms were far more effective than Spell Formations, mutated limbs, or swords.

The refugees were gathered, Carol bestowed two super abilities on different groups, one was mass frenzy, and the other was mass command.

As a sage, Carol was more like a Magician; these were both types of illusion super abilities, and were the only two group spell formations he possessed. Years ago, he had used these two spells to control thousands of people to break through the kingdom’s defensive line, eventually winning the battle.

But now, he could only amputate his arm to save his body, ’using up’ these controlled refugees to prevent their whereabouts from being discovered.

Driving the refugees towards the east, Carol, with his followers, dove into the entrance to the underground waterway within the camp.

Truly, the ancients were to be thanked.