The mage couldn't guess what kind of potion the nezumi was drinking. But in just a few breaths, the emaciated apothecary's robe was almost bursting with his swollen muscles. And in addition to the physical enhancement, Cheese was also surprised to find that in his eyes, the other party's body began to exude some kind of extremely ominous power.

This power mage is no stranger. In fact, earlier this day, Cheese had seen, or was close to seeing, the source of this power, the owner of the Flesh Street, the terrible evil god known as the Flesh Tower. It is the power that is coming from him that is now emanating from the nezumi, although this power is not strong, and it may not be as strong as a serious evil god priest, but it does not mean that the other party will not pose a threat. On the contrary, even the craziest evil god priest would never dare to directly bless himself with this energy from outside the world.

"Don't touch his soul, you don't want to see it. Raising his hand to signal Ciel, who was behind him, to be careful, the mage admonished. Dementors have the ability to touch the minds of creatures directly, and for the most part, their fights are based on this. However, after the other party infuses the evil god energy into the body, it is not a good idea to rashly contact the infected soul.

In fact, the female doctor did not need to be reminded by the cheese, in her eyes, the nezumi had completely changed after drinking the potion. Ciel could see some kind of large, indescribable phantom in the nezumi's body, and the mere sight of this vague image was enough to make the most powerful Dementor lose all desire to fight. The only reason she didn't run away was because she was afraid that Cheese would take revenge on her people.

The mage standing in front did not know that his companion behind him had fallen into extreme fear. Faced with a nezumi that has grown to more than two meters tall, Cheese must concentrate on the enemy in front of him in order to react at the first time when the opponent makes an attack. In such a small space, there are not many opportunities left for mages. But since Cheese dared to come here, he was naturally ready for battle.

The light of magic pulsed in the mage's eyes, and pure magical energy flowed from the palm of Cheese's hand. The spells he was casting were not very common to the mage himself. But it was the magic he knew was best suited for the present situation. In recent battles, Cheese seems to have relied entirely on the abilities of the Witch Ring, for the simple reason that it saves his own stamina. But now, it's no longer time to think about that.

The quaint and awkward language came out of Cheese's mouth, and just hearing the sound, the powerful magic in the spell was enough to awaken Ciel from his fear. And the nezumi, which had been completely invaded by the energy of the evil god, naturally felt what kind of magic the mage was preparing, and with a slight kick of its hind legs, its huge body had already killed in front of Cheese in an instant. Those unsane eyes were filled with bloodthirsty desire.

A silent screech erupted from the mage's mouth, and with the silent syllable, the mana surging in the cheese's palm transformed into a ferocious electric serpent, screeching with their caster and swooping down on their immediate target.

"Crackling!" With a tooth-aching sound, Ciel saw countless arcs of blue and white lightning envelop the nezumi. The enormous heat and the escaping charge made the doctor's hair stand on end like nails, and the white electric light flooded the small alchemy workshop, and the extreme light brought the same invisible world.

Judging by what he sensed, the Dementor believed that Cheese's spell was destructive enough to destroy the gates of the Blue Lion. But the perception from the soul level made the doctor realize another fact that she was extremely reluctant to believe, and that was that the nezumi had not been wiped out by the lightning, and could even be said to be unscathed.

Lightning comes and goes as fast as it comes, and the nature of lightning is destined to condense all its destructive power into an instantaneous explosion. And if there is something that can block the damage of this moment, then it can ignore the thunder. When Ciel's eyes regained sight, she saw the muscular nezumi grabbing the mage's neck with one hand and lifting the cheese off the floor. Aside from a few blackened hairs, the doctor didn't see any injuries on the nezumi's body.

Unlike Ciel, Cheese didn't have the time to see if his spells had done any damage to the nezumi. Lifted in mid-air with a force that almost crushed his neck, the mage could feel his consciousness fading away from the exhaustion of the spell and the pressure of external forces. Futilely grasping the nezumi's fingers with both hands, hoping to remove them from his neck, the magic in Cheese's eyes began to flicker like an underpowered light bulb, as if it could dim forever at any moment.

This situation is a desperate situation for most spellcasters, and there is no way to concentrate, even if you have a strong spell, it is useless. However, the Grey Tower's rigorous training excluded its apprentices. In the course of the Gray Tower, there is training to cast spells in various mental states. The kind of course that uses magic as if it were instinct, and even binds it to the desire to survive, was once regarded by the apprentices as a bad taste for teachers. But when they actually stepped out of the Mage Tower, they realized how useful it was.

The burning sensation that reached the soul erupted from the rat man's hand! It felt like an ordinary person holding a piece of burning charcoal, and before the brain could react to how painful it was, the body had already reacted first.

The mage's body fell straight from the nezumi's hands to the floor like a piece of wood, ignoring the pain in his back, and he gulped in the air to allow his consciousness to return to normal faster. However, Cheese apparently underestimated the nezu-man's reaction, and before he could adjust his breathing, the fist with the evil wind was already in front of the mage.

"Cheese!" Dr. Hill lunged forward, trying to get in front of the mage, but before her body could make the motion, Cheese was already flying upside down from her face.

"Bump!" the sound of flesh smashing against the wall caused the dust in the brick cracks on the roof to begin to fall. The mage was like a puppet with a broken string, and his whole body was spread out and fell by the wall, his life and death unknown.

The Dementor looked in the direction of Cheese in a daze, and suddenly, a sense of oppression hit the back of her head. At this time, Hill thought that the thing that knocked the mage away was in front of her.