The Silent Berserker tried to pursue the detached mage, but was stopped by Curt who suddenly rushed out from the side, so he turned to target him.

The long knife wrapped in a layer of moonlight sliced through the darkness, leaving a series of shining arcs, and then hit the giant sword in the man's hand with unmistakable accuracy. The black and white magic collided with each other, causing countless dazzling sparks to flash in the hot air in the late summer morning.

I don't know if it's the man who keeps swinging his greatsword to stop Curt's tricky slashes in the middle of the way, or if Curt is pestering his enemy, skillfully manipulating the long knife in his hand to attract his attack. In an instant, their weapons had collided no less than ten times, but they bounced off immediately after a crisp collision sound, just as the previous collisions were just hallucinations seen by others.

The man slashed the giant sword in his hand roughly, as if he was wielding a log, and unscrupulously spread its destructive power everywhere. The flying metal block was like the fan blades of a windmill, and with his thick arm as the axis, it wrenched everything it touched into pieces.

He took a step, swinging his weapon as he went, not caring what he would hit. The giant sword, which ordinary people might not be able to hold in both hands, waved it like a toy in his hand, and with only one ← hand, he could easily lift the giant sword, and then smashed it at Curt.

You can't hard-hit an enemy's attack, as a single slash infused with full body power can cut off even the strongest metal. The deep pits on the ground were the most intuitive expression of the power of the slash, and the giant sword that slashed horizontally and vertically easily carved cracks into the solid ground, and the air was torn apart. Roaring darkness erupted from the greatsword, only to be sliced open by the magic that Curt attached to the longsword.

"You can't get over it—I'm not going to let you get through. ”

Curt's eyes were slightly closed. Said softly: "To be honest, the way you look now is really unbearable, just like those little gangsters who have taken the wrong medicine." I thought you were any different from those guys in the Eye of Vision. Looks like I got it wrong. ”

Observation is the basis of action, but instead of using his eyes to determine the position of the opponent, he feels the vibrations of magic in the air to judge the distance and the enemy's attack. Like an elusive shadow, the Berserker's greatsword could not hit him no matter how much he attacked.

In the face of the airtight offensive, Curt did not have a trace of waves on his face. The mask-like expression of hypocrisy was undoubtedly taunting the opponent for being too weak, but it was meaningless to the Berserker who had forgotten himself, and even if Curt didn't taunt him, he had been desperately attacking.

Knowing that he could not win in strength, Curt used his lightness to entangle the enemy as much as possible. I saw that the long knife in his hand was quickly swung out in one direction, and then changed its trajectory at the moment when the other party was about to make a move. Swing the blade and stab it into another point.

Even if he could take a few steps forward, he would eventually fall back to his place because of Curt's attack, and no matter how angry he was, he couldn't move an inch. The madness he fell into for the sake of power not only obliterated his sanity, but also blinded him, making it completely impossible for him to see Curt's movements.

The other party lost his calm mind in order to gain strength, and only used his instinct to swing the weapon in his hand, so he naturally couldn't see through Curt's ever-changing sword skills. Although he didn't care about his injury, the magic that came with the long knife knocked him back several steps.

Rage can make people lose their cool judgment, and reckless warriors often expose various holes in the offensive. Provoke a relentless counterattack from the enemy. But the enemy in front of him was able to manipulate the giant sword with precision almost by instinct, and the continuous slashes were flawless.

It was less than ten seconds, which was a negligible amount of time, enough to evacuate the fallen sorcerer. They supported their exhausted bodies with weapons. With the help of the remaining magic, they supported each other away from the street shrouded in boiling murderous aura.

Not long ago, the chains that the mages had used to restrain his movements had all crumbled, and most of the shattered magic had escaped into the air, and all that had not been able to escape was absorbed by the darkness. In the blink of an eye. The power that was free from him was immediately taken away from him, and his eyes seemed to emit a vicious red light.

"Ahhh

He suddenly let out a low roar. It was the first time he had spoken in front of Curt tonight, and the greatsword in his hand seemed to radiate a huge darkness with his low roar. Almost at the same time, Curt noticed the danger of approaching. Be more careful to perceive the magic around you.

There was an unusual sensation in the calm air, as if some trace of water vapor was hidden around, slightly pricking Curt's nerves. Centered around the greatsword, they spread out as the enemy swung around, gradually blocking all of Curt's retreat.

Even if he hadn't touched the cold, Curt could have sensed the danger lurking within. They are like traps laid by spiders, and if they are accidentally touched, the darkness around them will immediately shrink their envelope.

There is no point in just avoiding it, because the other party will eventually block all the paths they can retreat. Spreading the range of his perception to a few steps away, Curt paused for a moment, then spun around and actively bumped into a cold air lurking at his feet.

In an instant, the air around him changed, as if it had suddenly fallen from the warm wind of midsummer into an ice cave, which made Curt shiver. The criss-crossing darkness was all materialized, weaving a tightrope around Curt to stop him from his movements.

As if he had concocted the tactics of the previous sorcerers, the beastly enemy suddenly approached Curt, and the shadows cast by his mountain-like body almost completely covered Curt. The giant sword wrapped in darkness was raised high in the upper part of the sky, and slashed at the bound Curt's head. The darkness that rolled like a flame couldn't help but flip, and it smashed into Curt's head with this vertical slash.

Curt had felt the calamity-like magic on the giant sword from afar, and now his brain was tingling with its fiery power. His body's instincts warned him that he had to act now, or he would be reduced to minced meat like those victims.

However, it is at this critical moment of life and death that you can't give everything to instinct, and if you can't maintain a calm mind, then you will definitely become a swordsman's ghost.

"Whew"

Curt was unmoved by the slash that was about to take off his head, slowly squeezing the air from his chest out of his lungs, and then swung the long knife that was placed on his left side in the direction of the greatsword. The thunderous slash tore through the air, striking the heavy spine of the greatsword with an unstoppable impact.

Bang Dang!

There was another loud bang, and the moment the swords intersected, a dazzling light flashed that had never been seen before, and in the next moment, Curt's body, which seemed weak compared to the other party, was thrown out, and after a somersault in the air, he landed lightly in the open space a few steps away.

There were only a few encounters with this man, but Curt could still sense something in him that was different from someone who was completely consumed by darkness. Now, however, his sanity has been eroded by darkness, and it won't be long before he becomes a walking dead controlled by sludge.

Curt now remembered that he didn't even know his name, let alone sighed that he was about to become a "monster". In contrast, the mages who had fled the danger made him care more, at least nominally, that they were still companions.

It's just that now is not the time for him to worry about others, the danger is step by step After all, watching the prey flee, the berserker in front of him seems to have become more ferocious, and black liquid flows from the corners of his mouth. After the magic blended into his body along with the darkness, the already overly knotted muscles swelled even more exaggeratedly, and the clothes wrapped around his body were torn by the muscles.

His current appearance may really be described as a "monster", and the huge body has abnormal blood vessels flowing with black substance. The darkness seemed to have been integrated into his veins, and it was still growing in number on his body.

It's really a flying disaster, if you don't take this road, you probably don't have to entangle with him. Thinking of this, Curt couldn't help but smile bitterly, this man didn't know what he was seeking in Sein Democra, but he had now become a puppet of this magician.

He took a deep breath, and then let out a silent roar from his throat, there was no human sound, only the rolling darkness echoing his call. The big sword in his hand was entangled with a mud-like black, spurting along with the black that surged in the air.

He took a sudden step and raced down the deserted road, and in an instant he was already close in front of Curt. Not only the giant sword in his hand, but the black all over his body flowed with his movements, dancing like an extension of his limbs.

Now he has made himself full of weapons, and he can destroy a qiē in front of him just by running. It was a blow he was sure to get, and even if his prey tried to escape, he would catch up with him faster - but he didn't seem to expect that Curt would bewitch his eyes with a feint.

Slightly shorter, he suddenly took two steps in the direction of the man's lunge, and slipped through the gap in the darkness into his defenseless body. The sword light from below reflects the moon phases, and Curt traces the path of the moonlight with a long knife, and the magic-infused blade tears through the body of his enemies.

In an instant, the red and black liquid splattered everywhere. (To be continued......)