No matter how many battles Flick went through, he didn't think he would get used to the process, and he had a hard time feeling like he was fighting with his life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, when facing a fight, he mostly chooses to find an opportunity to escape as soon as possible, or try to avoid the fight so as not to get himself injured. This time, however, the guys with the cages on their heads were clearly not going to let him escape, and perhaps they didn't even have the will to negotiate with him.

He tried to communicate with the men in black, but they ignored them and attacked him in the same frenzy as the sorcerers who attacked him. Frick wondered if they heard their own voice, or if they were really in a state of selflessness that would make them fight so wildly.

There were so many of them that there were twelve men in black who surrounded him alone, all wearing metal cages like torture instruments on their heads. Frick noticed that their eyes were unwavering in their will, and they didn't seem to be affected by the watcher's whispers.

No, the strange creature was gone, just as it had been when the original attacker appeared—perhaps unwilling to engage in strife among startling outsiders. The men in black were apparently acting of their own volition, and they wanted to stop Dr. Kurt from completing the ceremony.

Swords and spears struck at Frick, sharp weapons that had the appearance of military products and radiated magical brilliance. At first, he was able to dodge from the siege with great speed, but after the enemy completely surrounded him, he was in a difficult situation.

The sharp blade tore through the flesh and blood, and the sharp pain that penetrated his soul made him clearly realize that these weapons had been specially modified and had the power to harm spirits. And the moment he slowed down for a moment because of the severe pain, three spears pierced his body from different directions.

The pain from the wound was so severe that Frick almost fainted, and his body hung powerlessly, unable to move from being impaled by the spear. If this was a real battlefield, he would have died a long time ago due to excessive bleeding, and he would not have been executed by these men in black, so he would have been provoked with the tip of a spear and slowly transported to Kurt, who was continuing the ritual not far away.

Several strange-looking men in black stood there, the cages around their heads shining with precious metal and inlaid with many precious stones. It was difficult for Frick to see their faces, as the cage was covered with a black veil that completely obscured their faces.

He wondered who the men in black really were, but he soon realized that they couldn't all be humans, and that there were some other species. In particular, the two most luxuriously dressed, one of whom was three times the height of a human, and the other was stunningly burly.

Their bodies were similarly wrapped in a heavy black fabric with patterns depicted on what looked like ancient characters, from which a charred liquid oozed out. And on the cage where they trap their minds, there are also many inexplicable patterns, which seem to contain some mysterious symbolism.

They must have been the leaders of this group of men in black, and in their hands they held not weapons, but carefully carved wooden scepters. The colorless gemstone mounted at the tip of the scepter has undergone an intricate processing that exudes a strange mystery in the gray world.

Frick, who was forcibly brought here, endured soul-tearing pain, secretly wondering who they were, where they came from, and what organization they served. Their current appearance is clearly sick, and you can see how much they have paid to enter this world.

Although the pain almost suppressed his will, he also wanted to find clues from the characteristics of the other party's body that could be used as clues for further investigation. He knew very well that everything he witnessed on this adventure would be etched in his memory and become the driving force behind his continued exploration.

The men in black around William Kurt no longer tried to attack him, knowing full well that even if the weapon in his hand had been modified to hurt souls, there was no way to harm him as he entered the final stage of the ritual. So they switched their ways, and around Dr. Kurt chanted curse-like words, the magical language turning into an incongruous scale, gradually seeping into the melodies that surrounded Kurt.

"You ...... What do you want to do?"

Flick, who was forcibly brought to the ceremony, forcibly suppressed the pain in his body and squeezed a few words out between his teeth: "Who are you, and why are you sabotaging Dr. Coulter's plan in this way...... Before that, you were actually a participant in this program, right? ”

The curse of ordinary people is nothing more than malice spit out by burning emotions, and because of the lack of magic and logic, its own effect on the cursed object is not worth mentioning. For those who are about to cross the door of the spiritual world, they will not care about the curse from the material world at all, because it is like stopping their own steps and angering an ant crawling at their feet.

However, the curse imposed by the men in black was genuine, and they knew very well how to use their magic in this regard, and how to interfere with Dr. Coulter's rituals. Their actions also constitute a wonderful ritual, and the effect of this is to neutralize the forces gathered in Kurt.

This is no longer a "test" under the guidance of the caretaker, but an interference that some people who compete for interests forcibly insert into it because of their own will. They knew that William Kurt would be performing a ritual here, so they were ready to prevent him from crossing the silver gate.

"You don't know anything about it. ”

Frick didn't think they would heed their provocations, but the tall, lanky man in black suddenly spoke: "Do you think he has transcended good and evil? He is about to pass through this door of his own will and go to the path to the highest truth...... But the 'truth' you see is only a huge lie, and perhaps you can think that lie is the only truth like other fools. ”

The voice sounded familiar, but he didn't give Frick a chance to distinguish it—for before that he had taken something out from under his robes. It was a metal ball that radiated a hazy glow, and many wonderful patterns were expressed on it with fine lines.

When it was handed to Frick, the sound of flickering and approaching was like an auditory hallucination, rising and falling in a tidal pattern. It was unlike anything he'd ever heard before, with a chanting-like sound echoing in it.

In a matter of moments, the patterns on the metal sphere began to glow, and as the chanting turned into a cold glow that pulsated like a living thing. Obviously, the pulsations of brilliance were also following those strange melodies, circling between the black-clad men with iron cages on their heads.

Iron cages are not only a tool for binding people, they can also protect the sanity of the bound from the outside world in a world full of terrifying illusions. And now, the metal balls that the leader pulled out and connected them together to form a whole with some kind of special power.

Frick speculated that the metal ball might be a wonderful creature from the dream world, and that it wasn't in its full form when it appeared here. The Man in Black used it to give them access to the wasteland, and now he wants to use his powers to stop Dr. Kurt.

"Dr. William Coulter, if all I have read is correct, then you are now wandering the line between reality and illusion, and trying to enter the terrible realm of what is considered a forbidden place. ”

Dr. Coulter's name came out of his mouth, and the brilliance of the metal ball pointed at the other party: "Maybe you're immersed in the melody and flow of the outer world right now, but I know you can hear us. You're one of the few people in the entire North who have been exposed to the dream world and the deeper realms, and I think you should have been aware of the subtle nature of this world before you even started the ritual. ”

So I must stop you—he said in a loud voice, and adjust the glow from the metal balls to direct them all towards Dr. Coulter's body. In an instant, the sound of flickering distances and nears faded, and the light attached to the metal cage dimmed with time.

The black-clothed people around sat down one by one according to a certain pattern, and those whose heads were wrapped in iron cages also hung down. Armed with their weapons, they no longer act, but instead cast their power into the whole to fight the magic that haunts Dr. Kurt.

Frick felt as if they were asleep, entering deeper dreams in the depths of the dream, into a reality on the other side that he could hardly see. In this new, bizarre state of sleep, their power is highly integrated, becoming a chain that restricts Kurt's movements.

Gradually, from the other light gathered in William Coulter, he seemed to see something else vast and wonderful. It was as if those wonderful chanting were just a way of guiding him so that he could see the truth from elsewhere.

From this information, he also somewhat understood some of the theories held by this group of men in black - in the deep dreams, some unfathomable abysses can be seen. They gaze at the vast amount of knowledge that exists outside and try to explore it in their own way.

Frick didn't know what kind of dispute they had with Dr. Kurt, but as Kurt's expression grew more and more bitter, he knew that the plans of the men in black were about to succeed. Willem Kurt may have a chance to fight back, but his inclusion is essential.