The fatigue in his body had dissipated, and Curt moved his hands and feet at will, then grabbed the Crow's Beak Warhammer, feeling the heavy feel of the metal.

He didn't know what had happened when he lost consciousness, the red clouds in the sky had dissipated a lot, and the falling raindrops had lost their viscous texture like blood. The cold, moist droplets of water spilled onto the ground little by little, washing away a lot of the thick smell of blood in the air.

The corpses in the vicinity were already stinking, and the strange fishy smell might have attracted a large number of flying insects on a normal day, but today there is no trace of them. The enemy may not care about the corpses piling up in the city, and no one takes the initiative to clean them up, so they are left to rot in the streets.

While Curt didn't know why Lizzie had left her alone and didn't leave any information about her whereabouts, he had the feeling that she had done it on purpose. Although the soul connection was hindered by the chaotic magic, he could still feel Lizzie's general direction.

Long before they were "cursed" to become such a physique, the two of them had long been tied together, and no matter how they wanted to get rid of their relationship, they would be connected again. No matter how they look at this issue, they are also well aware of their own close connection, even if it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a community of destiny.

"Whew, I've got a troublesome mission. He muttered casually, not hiding his weariness with the troublesome task, "If it is true, as Dean François said, that you can be paid according to the labor you put in after all the work is settled, then you should make a lot of money." ”

But nothing in the dead ruins would respond to his words. Curt couldn't help but sigh. He wasn't used to the city of Catrice without people—and no matter how much money was given to him, he wouldn't be willing to trade his quiet life for the rest of his life.

Curt walked down the devastated road. Traces of the battle between the defenders of the city and the enemy can still be seen in this vicinity, and I don't know who left it behind the blackened bloodstains. You can't see the existence of the deceased. But this does not mean that there are no casualties, because the flesh and blood of the deceased may have been controlled by the enemy with spells, and under the effect of magic, it has become a tide of flesh and blood that attacked the armored vehicle where their group was located.

Bullet holes from the mechanic's guns still lingered on the walls lining the streets, and large-caliber magic bullets pierced through the masonry structure and into the houses. Walking around here, I could vaguely smell something burning, and I didn't know what was burning with the flames.

A qiē is ruined, not only his daily life with Liqi, but also the lives of other citizens. Every part of the city was thrown into chaos because of Sain Democra's actions. And if his plans are not destroyed immediately, the chaos will indeed turn into a disaster.

In order to maintain order, the ruler will often impose rules such as "no killing" or "no theft". Although some people think that these rules and regulations are just sophistry by the rulers for their own power, only to oppress the lower classes ruled by them.

However, judging from the record of historical development, the gradual improvement of the law is not only to protect the interests of the ruling class, but also to protect the ordinary people who are powerless. If order is disrupted and the law is trampled on, the first to be unlucky are often the weak who are unable to protect themselves.

But after all, this does not limit the real perpetrators. Those who have the ability and the will to commit destruction will not be bound by common sense and law. In the eyes of the same madman as Sain Democra, it doesn't matter what to do in order to succeed in his own ends.

Madmen are often more inhuman than criminals, and criminals commit crimes for their own **. Then after satisfying **, there is often a temporary pause. But paranoia can never cause destruction, because the real world simply cannot satisfy the beast in these people's hearts.

Curt didn't know what was so attractive about that guy -- whether it was a so-called great ideal or a noble personality -- that could attract so many people to serve him. But the number of mages who joined his plan and lost their lives in the process was probably hundreds, if not thousands.

They are not country folks who can be deceived by simple lies. Rather, it is a sorcerer who has a high sorcery education and focuses on the study of various magical powers. If they join Sain Democra's plan only for personal gain. Then when someone is swallowed by the "blood of chaos" and turns into a pitch-black dissolution. Most people should wake up to the fact that they are just a real product in the hands of that magician.

However, they did not leave this plan, but rather threw themselves into the plan to create the "Bloodline of Chaos" more fanatically. Of these, less than a percent would have been able to become the main force of Sain Democra's men, and the rest were probably dead - and their corpses had become a stepping stone to the study of this strange spell.

Although Lizzie didn't say it explicitly, since the guy would choose to abandon his "corpse" here, it was probably because he wanted to let him go alone and investigate some of the conditions in the city. If he's lucky, those who use corpses to cast spells might bring him back to headquarters, and if that happens, he'll probably have to thank the god of fate for his luck.

Most of the city is now controlled by Sain Democra, and the sorcerer is watching the streets through the blood stained throughout the city. Compared to a carload of people attacking collectively, the target of Curt's solo operation is relatively small, and it is not so easy to be noticed by the enemy.

Perhaps it should be said that it would be nice if this was the case, and that his deeds would not be easily discovered by the enemy--I am afraid that this was just his own wishful thinking. His sanity refuted this idea, for the enemy was rather cunning and unlikely to make such a low-level mistake.

"Whew-whew-"

Curt, who was hiding in the corners of the city, felt as if his ears had caught something, and immediately lowered the sound of his footsteps and crept closer to the direction from which the sound came. He had clenched the hammer in his hand tightly, ready to attack at any moment.

Soon, he found what was stored at the source of the sound, a long-dead mage, and a monster that barely had a human appearance. Beside the two of them, there were several wooden crates full of things, and a foul smell was wafting from them.

The dead sorcerer appears to have been one of Sein Democra's men, dressed in blood-red robes like the sorcerers who intercepted the armoured vehicles at the time, and his rusty iron spears were violently twisted into a mess. He didn't seem to have any signs of resurrection, and his messy body made people really unwilling to stop their eyes on his body and suffer such a serious injury, even the "chaotic bloodline" was powerless to return to the sky.

The "monster" looked like an ape with a skin peeled off, dripping faint blood from its exposed muscles. It was strewn with fragments of metal, seemingly magically embedded in the thick muscles of the dead sorcerer.

Apparently, there had been a battle here not long ago, and the sorcerers under Sain Democlave had inadvertently created the monster. But unable to suppress its ferocity, the sorcerer tried to kill it—and the result was before his eyes.

The monster apparently didn't notice Curt slowly approaching from behind, and was still tearing flesh from the mage's corpse with its sharp claws that were too long to take into his mouth. It continued to devour the corpse of the mage, and finally even seemed to hang its head and gnaw on it because it thought it was too inefficient with its claws.

As the monster continued to gnaw at the sorcerer's corpse, Curt, who was hiding in a dark corner, suddenly noticed that its bones were gradually becoming more and more abnormal. Several bone spurs burst out on the monster's indiscriminate skeleton, and the blood-stained body swelled and became stronger.

Good opportunity - An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Curt's mouth, and the monster who was busy gnawing on the corpse of the mage had apparently not noticed his existence yet. Taking advantage of its defenselessness, Curt burst out from behind the rubble heap where it was hiding, and slammed into the monster revealing the back of his helmet.

Click!

With a crisp thud, the sharp side of the crowbill pierced the back of the monster's head, and it collapsed to the ground before it could make any attacks. At the same time, Curt penetrated his mana further into his enemy, turning its head into a mass of charcoal in the blink of an eye.

Easy to solve, this monster is obviously still a half-finished product, and it is not as difficult to deal with as the monsters that have been continuously improved and cultivated before. The Wizard may have been caught off guard by a sneak attack, so he could only reluctantly return fire with a spell that was unharmed.

"Hey, you two, go over there! Someone was killed by that guy, fix it before that thing made a big deal out of it!" Just as Curt was about to check what the stench in the wooden box was, a man's deep voice made him immediately hide in his hiding place.

The man who spoke of Hu was a sorcerer under Sain Democra, who had divided into several squads and searched the nearby streets for something. The order was given by a middle-aged man with a somewhat white head, who was loudly arranging for his men to investigate the nearby streets.

They looked like they were looking for the monster that had been killed by Curt's hammer as it killed their colleague. Apparently they didn't notice that their target had been killed, but the person who helped them kill the monster wasn't necessarily their friend. (To be continued......)