Curt felt that he had made the worst choice, and after his failed attack on the enemy, the enemy took aim at him, and he was overwhelmed by a stormy attack.

Tall as a giant beast, his muscular body seemed to be carved out of rock, and the man in front of him easily wielded Curt's giant sword, which was still tall. A giant sword made of black metal swept through the gap between him and Curt, the blade easily tearing through the air, stirring up air currents as sharp as the blades of a vacuum, as if they could sweep away the surrounding vegetation with a single swing.

Curt dodged the opponent's wide open and closing slashes with his nimble steps, and moved cautiously on the ground beside him, where the giant sword had plowed out wounds. He had tried many times before to attack, but the man in front of him didn't care about his attack at all.

He had indeed become a berserker, completely losing his mind in battle, and at the same time he was undaunted, only knowing how to attack with all his might. If Curt wanted to attack him, he would inevitably be met with the greatsword's merciless retaliation, and he would split it in two if he took Curt's blow.

Technique, strength and speed, the foundation of swordsmanship is mostly a combination of the three, and power and speed are often the parts that best reflect the power of swordsmanship. The enemy in front of him is already above ordinary people above the latter two, and although the blunt slash is simple, it has full destructive power.

⊕≧ has the power of a battering ram with just a slight swing, and if it hits the ground when it is slashed, it will immediately leave a deep crack. If it were a human body, it would have been torn apart in an instant—two horrific pieces of flesh had been created at the slightest touch.

Why would an enemy who could be killed with a single sword smash him to pieces? Curt couldn't understand the meaning of the power this man was pursuing. But he knew that the opponent's moves were quite strong, and as long as he hit casually, he would follow in the footsteps of those who had been killed before.

But no matter how strong the attack is, as long as it doesn't hit, it's meaningless. Since he knew that there was no way to defend against the opponent's slash, Curt could only choose to deftly dodge. He didn't stop. Carefully observe the enemy's movements and calculate the most suitable distance for movement.

The eyesight has become accustomed to the speed of the other person's movements, and the body can move accordingly, but neither Curt nor the people around him have been able to achieve results. The man single-handedly held off everyone who tried to make their way to the central square, and if no one stopped him, the damage could have expanded.

"It's really difficult. ”

Curt leaped backwards, avoiding the currents of the greatsword, and then turned back and shouted to the people around him, "Leave it to me here, let me entangle him!" Investigate what's going on in the neighborhood - don't give them a chance to divide and annihilate. ”

However, just as he turned back to greet the people around him, the enemy, who should have not slowed down his center of gravity due to the excessive force, suddenly sped up in front of Curt's eyes. He leaned forward slightly, and then rushed straight at Curt, the greatsword placed at his side dragging a few flickering sparks on the ground.

The speed of his charge was much faster than any previous one, and Curt could only see a dark shadow flickering in front of him, and the man's huge body appeared in front of him. As soon as it was too late, the greatsword that tore through the ground slashed diagonally, cutting Curt in half before he hit the ground.

Backward Leap's body was still in the air, so he couldn't borrow his strength at all, and Curt saw that the situation was not good. I had to turn the long knife slightly horizontally and inject magic power as a "shield" to block the giant sword that was about to slash at me. The steel knife wasn't a sturdy thing, and he could only hope that his magic would stop it.

Clang!

The long knife in his hand collided with the oncoming greatsword, and the magic entangled in the cold metal tore at each other. There was a screeching sound. Curt gritted his teeth and gently stepped the blade to the side, avoiding a sharp edge that was the size of a door.

He felt a great force coming from where the blades met. It surged all the way to the palm of his hand, so that the tiger's mouth that was tightly pressed against the hilt of the sword was almost torn by this force. And he himself flew upside down because of the great force. Then he slammed to the ground, dragging up a cloud of smoke.

The enemy's offensive certainly does not stop there. Curt had barely gotten up from the ground when he saw the huge body wrapped in darkness rushing towards him. The heavy greatsword was raised high by him, pointing straight into the sky, and it was about to be slashed as he approached Curt.

He didn't need any words, he was like a silent chariot after all, Curt was about to crush Curt into a meatloaf with an indomitable momentum. The darkness, which had almost turned into a solid state, was like armor, tightly wrapped around him, protecting him from any spells.

If Lizzie is present, it may not be so troublesome to fight, at least she can use her spells to limit the enemy's movements, or protect her companions around her. But Curt knew it wasn't the time to ask for so much, and that Lizzie had something she had to do.

He saw that the "chariot" was about to crash into him, but he only turned his body slightly to the side and faced the man in front of him. A few of the manas lurking on the ground were ready to move, and the mages who had retreated a little further had already set a magic trap in the path of the enemy.

Sure enough, the rampaging berserker didn't notice the trap in front of him, and stepped directly on the magic network intertwined on the ground. In an instant, the softening magic was immediately unleashed, turning into several shiny chains that entwined around the target who was still rushing forward.

Bell Bell Bell Bell –

It's just a "chain" phantom made of magic, but when pulled by the force, it makes a metal-like crashing sound, and it really restricts the enemy's progress. Several chains were entwined around his massive body, tightly binding his limbs.

But the "chains" constructed by these spells were obviously not enough to completely restrain him, and after only a brief pause, countless subtle cracks appeared in the chains. The dense darkness that covered him continued to erode the magic unleashed by the mages, turning the minced mana into their own food.

"Leinster, you retreat from there too!" the chains woven by the spell creaked, and the faces of the magicians who released the magic turned pale, "The garrison has come to contact, these people may have used some kind of illegal drugs, and we can't stop him." ”

The mere maintenance of a spell that binds their enemies wears them out, as if it were not a human who has fallen into the trap, but a ferocious monster. The man's ferocious gaze had turned to them, undoubtedly announcing the victim of the next attack.

At this rate of mana consumption, they would only be able to maintain the spell for a maximum of three more seconds - in fact, the Chain spell alone could be seen to be in a number of gaps. It's only a matter of time before they're breached, and the people who cast the spell will probably all be exhausted by then.

Even if they choose to retreat now, it is too late, judging from the speed of the opponent's actions, it is impossible to evacuate the scene in three seconds, and it is difficult for these mages to escape. This is going to be all lost in the unfolding, Curt looked at the Rubik's Cube, which had already collapsed, and sighed.

So Curt took a deep breath, put all the magic in his body into action, and constructed a spell in his body to strengthen his physical ability. He felt that every cell in his body was active, wielding a power beyond the limits under the influence of magic.

The body and nature are one, and the weapon is an extension of the body, and the magic power is not only flowing in the body, but also connecting with the magic of the outside world through the body. In the last three seconds, he adjusted his breathing, and he could feel his mana instantly expand several times.

These are not the powers that come from within oneself, but the enhancements that a mage uses with the help of magic in the environment can put a lot of pressure on the body, but they can gain a lot of power in a short period of time. Not only on the long knife, but even Curt had a faint moonlight on his body, and the magic extracted from the moonlight could not only be used as a supplement to spells, but also became the source of the filler.

The breath flowed, and they quietly hovered around Curt, weaving traces that resembled blades. The tip of the knife in front of him concentrated most of the power, and the long knife was connected to Curt and the magic that shrouded him, and finally turned into a "sharp blade" that appeared like nothing.

Cracking sound!

The sound of the binding spell collapsing sounded somewhat like the sound of an electric current flowing, leaving dozens of shards of gleaming light beside the man who had broken free. He brandished the greatsword in his hand, and without seeing any emotion, he rushed towards the magicians who had stopped him with their spells before.

He quickly rushed towards the exhausted enemy with great strides, and with only a few movements he crossed a distance of tens of meters. The greatsword that was carried on his shoulders was ready to be fired, and the concentrated black coiled in circles on the blade, causing unsettling ripples in the dim air.

"I'm sorry, I can't watch you kill them. ”

However, Curt suddenly stood in front of him and swung a diagonal cut at his neck. The blade shimmered with magical brilliance rose from the lower left, making a narrow arc in the air, stabbing the tip of the knife against the direction he had come from to his throat, which lacked the protection of his armor.

Almost reflexively, the giant sword against his shoulder immediately vibrated and was aimed at Curt as a sword. The huge, heavy piece of metal came first, slashing into the middle of the blade before Curt's long knife was about to hit, but it didn't make the slightest sound, and it didn't even feel like it was actually hit.

As soon as the sword was exchanged, it immediately bounced away as if there was no force, but the part where the giant sword was hit by the long knife left an inconspicuous nick. (To be continued......)