The black clouds that hung overhead cleared a little, and the full picture of the terrible curse came into view. Like an incomparable multi-legged animal, it was shaking its multi-legged limbs to intimidate its prey, and the dark sun made of curses in mid-air stretched out several thick "tentacles" towards the outside world.

Huge tentacles swayed in the air, like wrists and feet that aquatic animals were watching and would pounce on and bite. They circled in the air, picking out their targets.

And its goal is clear: the wizards at the banquet.

"What can I do......?"

A deep sense of loss came to Sycodi's heart.

She is known as a witch, and she does have extraordinary power in her body, which comes from the noble blood of a certain crown family. This power gives the magical power of one of Poetry's rare realms: the Realm of Prophecy.

Above the entire tower, only her teacher, Longman Hall, knew about it, which was why he held himself in such high esteem. The identity of the wizard of the natural realm is just a cover for Poetry.

Of course, with her talent, even if it is a disguise on the surface, she can do better than everyone else. But now, in an environment where spells are difficult to cast, the power in Sykodi's body can't really be activated.

The girl's pupils flickered with a light similar to the color of her hair, this spiritual light allowed her to see the action of the tentacles, and Skaudi watched as a wizard on the ground was wrapped around the tentacles, and the other party suddenly let out a terrible scream, twitching and writhing the human body, the power of the curse was frantically absorbing the power from his body, and at the same time destroying the wizard's spirit. The scream soon disappeared into the mist, along with the shadow of the unlucky man.

This tragic experience is undoubtedly chilling.

"We can only pray that we won't find us."

Shi Kodi said with a wry smile.

"Yes, Garcia-sama's counter-spell should be almost realized, just hold on for a few more minutes...... No, it may only take a few tens of seconds for the curse to be lifted. ”

The Spell Master nodded and said.

But at this moment, Sykodi suddenly felt that breathing became extremely difficult, and the air around her was as viscous as a paste. She looked up and was shocked to find that the black sun hovering high in the sky was "staring" at her like a huge open eyeball in the void.

Why?

Is it the power in my body that has been noticed?

The question was still circling in her brain, and the tentacles surrounding the air couldn't wait to surround the prey after discovering the prey, this time not one, but five or six tentacles flew towards the two of them together, covering them like the palm of a giant god.

The middle-aged lady next to Silky was in better shape, and as a master magician, she could barely mobilize the magic power in her body. Streams of light shimmered in midair. Talisman, Constant Talisman, Counterspell, Spell Barrier...... All sorts of defensive spells were constructed, shattered under the ravages of the Cursed Hand, and stubbornly held up one by one.

There were sparks shining in the spirit world. The master of spells bit his lip, his body shaking, his hands raised above his head, blocking the two of them.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

The giant hand easily crushed the last barrier.

“……！”

The middle-aged lady no longer hesitated. She glanced at the girl beside her with regret, re-used her flying skills, and left the high platform.

……

Shikoudi watched the other party's figure disappear into the black mist, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

She is only a high-level wizard, and her power is all limited to this level, so even with her rare talent, she is still helpless in the face of the curse of the legendary rank.

Poeti was not much resentful of the lady's act of leaving her and running away. Because the other party has already tried to save himself, but he is just not capable enough. The two don't have too close contact, and the curse may be aimed at themselves, and the other party's choice is not wrong.

…… Hopefully she will survive.

Poetic looked up as the cursed hand that had torn the shield finally lunged at her, but her mood was incredible...... Calm.

She felt that her ability to think was being drained little by little, and she finally lost all thoughts of resistance.

That's what it is...... Facing an irresistible feeling of death. Its essence is a sense of powerlessness, chagrin and remorse for one's own weakness.

This is not the first time she has faced death, watching the steps of death get closer and closer.

"It turns out that after all these years, I still haven't changed...... Are all my efforts meaningless......? ”

Silky didn't want to think about it anymore. She closed her eyes.

*

Ten years ago, when she was a child, she had the same experience.

Growing up in an ordinary farming family, Poeti lived a peaceful and peaceful life. When she was a child, she thought that this kind of life would be the whole of life.

But soon, in a very cruel way, she discovers her true destiny.

Among the elders of this family are members of the blood of the "Sister Shipton", who is one of the founders of the Crown Family and is known for her reputation in the field of prophecy.

This kind of thing is not uncommon. Famous wizards who have left their mark on history often have their descendants scattered for a variety of reasons, forming branch-like scattered families. And these people are often targeted by some forces that covet the bloodline of wizards.

Unfortunately, Sycodi's family is one of them. After hearing about this family, several powerful and vicious wizarding groups and forces surrounded them like sharks that smelled blood.

It was a bleak memory: as a child, she could only watch the people she once knew die in front of her, and human life was as fragile as dust on the ground, blown away in one breath.

And among the wizarding forces vying for the bloodline of Shipton, there is the Magic Tower; Or more accurately, Longman Hall alone. But even if he was alone, it would be more than enough, because he was the only legendary wizard.

Of course, Longman Hall easily won the final victory and took the last possession of the lost family, Poetic Dimiller, with him.

"It's a memory I don't want to remember...... It's the last moment of my life. ”

As she was thinking, she suddenly realized that a few seconds had passed, but she was still alive. Could it be that Lord Garcia's counter-spell worked in time?

……

The girl opened her eyes and was greeted by a figure standing on top of a tower.

Dozens of huge black wrists and feet fell like a raging storm, and they were torn apart in the man's hands in an instant. To him, the power of the terrible curse was as fragile as a building block toy. A large amount of black mist accumulated in the air swept towards him, and the darkness that enveloped the banquet dissipated.

For a time, the heavens and the earth in the spiritual realm shone brightly.