Although the world in the cocoon is full of distinct malice, it also has its own form, and it almost develops into a space independent of the world.

It clearly belongs to the known world, but it has evolved into a different form, just like the alienation of the environment brought about by the summoning disaster, and the entire area has been eroded by the rules of the alien state. Dark and colorful, the different scenery inside and outside the high walls forcibly separates the two parts.

On the outside of the pitch-black cocoon, there is a thick layer of darkness, which is an area eroded by the darkness that flows out of the cocoon, and it is almost impossible to see its original appearance. It was as if the ruins had been abandoned for a long time, long covered with rubble, and the slightly complete things had been covered in darkness.

The sorcerers who had been drawn to the area by the magic created by Lizzy looked at each other and decided on a plan of action. Some of the magic-deficient mages immediately returned to their bodies to inform their colleagues who were waiting in the world on the surface of what they had discovered, and the remaining mages, after a few whispered exchanges, organized into small groups of varying numbers and prepared to step into the dark-covered neighborhood in front of them.

Not only these people appeared in front of him, Curt could clearly feel that there was a different aura from several directions that was different from the residual thoughts or spirits. There were quite a few mages approaching the Black Territory in all directions, and their target was naturally the pitch-black cocoon that was supposed to be the central plaza.

Looking from a distance in the direction where Curt was, he could clearly see the faces of each person, and even the ancient words that appeared on their spirits. Among them are members of the Talent Dispatch Agency who have had a relationship with Curt, as well as minorities who are not humans, and even Apostles who have been manipulated by magic.

The different colors of light on their bodies represent their different magical qualities. The ancient texts imprinted on the body indicate that they belonged to different schools. The different factions in Catrice City have inexplicably cooperated and acted together for their own benefit.

Soul-related spells are quite difficult. And it is even more difficult to detach one's soul from the body. The mages who have been able to get here are undoubtedly the best experts in their own camp, including some elders who have studied the subject for decades. Knowledgeable in a wide variety of ways.

It's just that no matter how much knowledge they have mastered in the past, and how many ways they know how to use spells, they may not be able to come in handy in this world. A few people noticed the anomaly the moment they stepped into the darkness - the space around them was so different from the world they had once understood.

The darkness is dotted with pitch-black solids and crumbling buildings, which form a passage in the darkness, spreading out into the space that leads to the cocoon. And the closer they got to the source of darkness, the more obvious the signs of decay became, until every qiē was covered by pitch black.

The path of strange flocculent flocculents seemed to be endless, and if you tried to look ahead, you could only see the darkness that was getting thicker and thicker obscuring the vision. Walking and walking. Only then did I find myself lost in the depths of the dark region, the darkness around me was about to move, and the foothold seemed precarious.

A well-dressed man stepped over the crack between the two buildings, then turned to pick up the young man who had arrived from behind. Spirits don't have the concept of clothing, and what wraps around their bodies is the manifestation of magic—a part of their body. Or it can be said that the clothing on the spirit is what he himself thinks is the most natural state, no different from the body.

Within a quarter of an hour of entering the block, several mages and large armies had already dispersed, and they didn't seem to realize their danger. The flowing darkness silently changes the terrain. Like a living labyrinth, they are divided and surrounded one by one.

"Are they really daring? I would say that they are too careless, you know, this is the territory of Sain Democra, even if it is his 'domain'. In case the 'anomaly' just now is a trap. They're going to be wiped out. ”

Curt muttered quietly as he watched the mages lost in the intricacies of the path, and the people being evaluated didn't seem to notice that someone was watching him from afar. They still march towards their goal in unpredictable darkness, unaware that they are in danger.

The path of change is perhaps the outermost defense mechanism. Able to change paths through guò to confuse the spirits that trespass into it, and finally take advantage of their power to be divided and wiped out. The darkness that lurks in the shadows resembles a hound. Ready to attack those lone sorcerers.

But such a defense is obviously not enough to hinder the mage, look at Lizzie's actions just now. All it takes is a few spells that are powerful enough to tear through the walls of darkness. But the status quo seemed anomalous, and the divided mages did not react, as if they did not know their situation.

"Strange, it shouldn't be."

Lizzie looked at the mages in thought, and her brows couldn't help but furrow, "You know, these guys are all the elite of the mage group. How could they have made such a lowly mistake and been blinded by such a trivial trick. ”

The sorcerers were like drunk, lost in the streets like headless flies. They didn't know what was disturbing their sanity, and even the glow of the magic on their bodies began to flicker strangely, like a group of light bulbs with abnormal power supply.

Eventually, the few remaining sorcerers found themselves purposefully scattered by the darkness and began to move forward more cautiously, using their spells to keep in touch. Although the scattered team members were not attacked, their sense of direction was distracted by the darkness, and they could only wander meaninglessly through the streets.

The mages who are living spirits are safe, but the apostles who are remotely manipulated by the magic line are not treated so well. The moment they were surrounded by darkness, the deep darkness swooped down on the sparrow-sized observers, staining them with filth.

Black climbed up the apostles of different colors, painting them all drab black, and severing the threads of magic that connected them. The spells used by the control were destroyed by the darkness, that is, their control was forcibly taken away by the darkness under Sain Democra.

Watching one's spell be taken away by someone else can be one of the most disgusting events in the eyes of a sorcerer. Naturally, the sorcerers who controlled those apostles would not sit idly by, but their efforts did not work, and the shining magical light was covered in darkness in an instant.

"Given the abilities of the isolated mages, they weren't so easily accused, and perhaps it wasn't difficult for them to protect themselves. Lizzie's gaze swept the darkness below, muttering to herself, "Well, it looks like they're back to normal." ”

Halfway through Lizzie's words, the isolated sorcerer seemed to have finally regained his senses, turning his attention to the darkness that was trying to surround him. The violent magic is full of destructive power, and it easily tears through the darkness and opens a way in the darkness.

The sorcerers who broke out of the encirclement immediately walked along the connected eaves towards the periphery of the Black Zone, surrounded by a web of sticky liquids that covered the outside of the building like a spider's web. The road ahead of them stretches to the edge of the "high wall", culminating in a finish around a giant cocoon.

However, there is no path left for humans, and even spirits who do not need a fixed passage can hardly find a path that is not dangerous. What was once ground was turned up hard, revealing a dark glow that shimmered with metallic sheen, and they flowed through the streets like a flood.

The mages who had managed to break out of their outermost defenses finally got a chance to breathe, but they were also in the same predicament as Lizzie was at this time. The mana consumed before was difficult to replenish through the moonlight, but now all of them showed fatigue, and the color of the spirit body had become much darker.

Ahead was a deep darkness that was hard to see, and behind them was the sludge that had condensed again - the black realm was full of dangers, and they could not stop. The magicians who still had plenty of magic walked ahead, while the tired ones stood in the back row, ready to make their way through the dark-covered area.

In the dark streets full of lumps, several rivers with large amounts of sludge flow crosswise. They flow down from the central overhanging core, merge into the main road on the south side of the street, and disappear into the complex of buildings, almost like a river flowing through a valley.

If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of the waves, which gently lap against the foundations of the lower floors of the building, making a wonderful sound like a low murmur. It sounded like a tormented soul crying in a low voice, and the dark corners were filled with unsettling timbres.

The dark streets are dotted with buildings of varying heights, obscuring the view of some people. It was only in recent days that it had been covered with black mud made by Sain Democra, but it had already accumulated a huge lake on the ground, as if the entire neighborhood was about to be submerged by them.

The surface of the lake emitted a faint glow, and the magic confined to them pierced their unstable shells, spreading their own brilliance to the outside. A breath of decay came to the nostrils, and even if there were scavenging monsters living in this world, they would not approach here lightly.

As long as they could cross the wide, black lake, they would only be a few hundred meters away from the building where Curt and Lizzie were resting. In front of them was the wall separating the pitch-black cocoon from the outer world, where an aggressive black substance rolled up.

That's where they're going. (To be continued......)