The nezumi don't have pity for women, and even for this crazy beast, it's a question of whether he can tell the gender gap. The alienated claws pressed against the top of Dr. Ciel's head, and the irresistible force forced the crow-masked head to spin a full hundred and eighty degrees!

Discovering that Ciel appears to be dead, the nezumi lose interest in her. The beast tossed her body behind her, slamming it on the workbench full of test vessels, making a loud sound of containers shattering. The spurtle of various potions flowed onto the floor, and the workshop began to permeate the workshop with an unpleasant odor of toxic gases released by the reaction of the potions.

The smell was completely indifferent to the nezu-man, who walked with heavy steps towards the cheese that had collapsed at the other end of the room. At this time, the mage still didn't seem to have regained consciousness, and his head was lowered so that his expression could not be seen clearly. But still, on the cheese's robe-covered skin, countless runes arranged in the shape of chains began to become apparent. It seemed like something was moving beneath that skin.

"Roar!" the nezumi whispered in front of the mage, not believing that an opponent it had fought at the expense of its ability to think would die so easily. If that's the case, then his effort is a little too funny. Fortunately, things didn't turn out so funny, and with the roar of the beast, Cheese's lowered head slowly lifted. There was no magic flickering in his eyes anymore, and in its place, something more dangerous.

The power of the evil god made the nezumi instinctively realize how terrifying the energy emanating from the mage's eyes was, and it took two steps back, watching what Cheese did next. On the other hand, the mage was indeed pushed to a near desperate situation by the enemy, and the suppression of pure strength made it impossible to influence the opponent, and those tricks that directly attacked the mind could not break the power of the evil god. So although the warnings from An Lina and Wet Soul were reminding him not to rely too much on the other force in his body, the situation forced him to control it so much.

Sink your consciousness into the depths of your heart, and at this time, that innate power will automatically wrap around Cheese's consciousness. But this time, when the mage tried to mobilize this power, he found that although he could still feel the presence of this power, it was difficult to release it from his body. Whenever he wanted to do so, there was something that affected him, preventing him from concentrating his will.

Cheese lifted his sleeve and looked at the layers of runes on his arm, his brow furrowed. The rune he recognized was the best spell his teacher, the Lord of the Grey Tower, and Clark had indeed used a similar spell to control Cheese's power when the mage was young. However, the last time the mage remembered that he had seen Clark was back when he was at the Iron Keep...... It seems that there are some things that have happened to me to ask my senior sister when I go back. If only he could make it back to the Grey Tower alive.

Returning to the battle situation in front of him, Cheese found that his biggest reliance could not be used, and he fell into an embarrassing situation again for a while. The enemies in front of you won't give you any respite. After discovering that the mage did not seem to have any intention of attacking, bloodthirsty desire resurfaced in the nezute's eyes. In desperation, the mage could only choose the safest method at present. The gray robes turned into a thick fog that quickly filled the entire alchemy workshop. He needs to wait for time to think about countermeasures.

Dense fog can obstruct the opponent's vision, but Cheese knows that the opponent he is facing is not at the level of being able to relax and deal with it without vision, and the hearing of ordinary rat people is enough to allow them to move freely in a lightless environment, not to mention that they are not completely invisible in the dense fog.

Be careful, be careful, and never make a single sound. The mage moved cautiously with his body half-bowed under the mist. Cheese now only wants to get as close as possible to the passage out of the workshop before the nezumi find him. In such a small space, mages would not dare to cast spells that could affect them, but if the battlefield could be converted to a slightly larger place, such as the third floor of the Apothecary Guild, then Cheese would have the opportunity to use the more complex terrain to fight his opponents.

But would the nezumi really let the mage escape from its lair? The answer is no, and it doesn't take much thought to think about it, and the brutal and bloodthirsty instincts can also make the beast deduce the fact that its prey is trying to escape. It didn't deliberately slow down, and made a heavy footstep as it walked to the only exit from the workshop. Nezumi didn't care about playing in the fog with Cheese for a little longer, after all, the physical abilities of the two were completely incomparable.

Hearing the footsteps of the nezumi, the mage knew that his plan might have been exposed. He now had only two options, either to use the cover of the fog to launch a desperate fight, or to put a distance from his opponent for the time being, and then make another calculation. If Cheese hadn't cast a spell on the nezumi before, he might have chosen to fight to the death, but on the basis that the offensive magic he had prepared was completely unable to hurt the other party, the mage didn't think that he would succeed this time.

As Cheese released the fog, he had noticed that Ciel had been thrown onto the workbench, and the mage slowly moved in that direction according to his impression of the layout of the workshop. He hoped that the Dementor's tenacious vitality would allow the female doctor to survive the mortal damage. Unfortunately, Cheese apparently forgot about the mixture that was releasing poison gas on the ground.

The sound of "poof" shoes stepping on water stains is so loud in the quiet workshop. At this time, the mage really wished that he would have time to say a dirty word to express his feelings. But the speed of the nezumi made him realize that the only way he could survive now was to get out of here quickly.

"Whew!" the nezumi's claws pierced through the mist and pierced the air where the mage had been after Cheese stepped on the potion. At this time, Cheese had already flashed to the side with an extremely indecent flip action.

Although he dodged his opponent's first attack, the mage knew that his position was not safe. He didn't stop rolling, rolling to the edge of the wall in the mist. Perhaps thanks to the instinct to survive, Cheese, who usually lacks exercise, did not make a sound in this series of movements. However, many of the broken debris of the utensils on the ground pierced the mage's body in the tumbling. Blood flowed down the wound.

Noticing the pain in his body, Cheese knew that his time was running out. With the location of the bloodstains, the next attack of the nezumi will definitely not miss. And his physical condition would never allow him to be hit to that magnitude again. Hiss, think, Cheese's brain spun as he analyzed everything around him at breakneck speed, trying to find a way out of it.

It was at this moment that the sticky touch between his fingers caught the mage's attention, and the potion that stuck to his hand in the tumbling caused a slight tingling in the skin on the mage's hand. Wait a minute, this taste. Cheese raised his arm and brought the potion under his nose and sniffed it, which he recognized. Almost instantly, a plan popped into his mind.