readx;? Regardless of the risks associated with instability, the "bloodlines of chaos" created by Sain Democlera can give people great power. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ∷∷，

Indeed, there is nothing inherently good or bad about power, for they are merely means to an end, and like most tools, they do not have the ability to distinguish between good and evil. Activates the body's abilities, gives it more powerful magical powers, and even makes people's lives stronger...... No matter how you look at it, it is a force that enables people to exceed their limits in a short period of time.

If the power could be gained from the Slot's blood at no cost, there would be countless people who would flock to it without caring how many would die for it - after all, even with such obvious side effects, there were already so many sorcerers following under Sein Democlas' men, constantly paying for his so-called "great plan".

But if they knew that they were nothing more than experiments with the power of the magicians to test these things, and that they would be part of the fuel for the formation of the Rubik's Cube, then they might come back to some extent, and since Sain Democra claimed to use that destructive power to establish a new order, how could they, who were so close to the core, be the exception to survive?

Nominally a subordinate, in essence it may be nothing more than a reserve victim at any time...... That sorcerer, I'm afraid, intended to consume those under him as part of the fuel in the core from the beginning, so that he could have more power.

However, when powerful forces are difficult to control and may jeopardize the safety of the user. Using it often puts people in a dilemma. And if you know that it is unstable and think that you can control it in your hands, then you can't complain to anyone if you are eaten by the power.

"Whew-hahahaha! This power beyond human beings!"

The mage suspended in mid-air laughed arrogantly, allowing the thunder light wrapped around his body to continue to spread around: "You stupid fellows actually think that you can defeat me?

As if he didn't care about his body turning into a strange appearance. There was still a slight unnatural change on his face, which had lost its human form. Purple-black flashes of light entangled around his body, and it looked as if he had become a part of the complex structure of the Rubik's Cube.

The magic had eaten away at his body, the oddly looking old-fashioned robes had been torn to shreds by the manic force, and the twisted electric light danced wildly on the strips of rags. The terrifying noises echoed around him, as if they had become a whole, and as the inscible syllables rang out again and again, the magic emanating from him became stronger.

The power entangled in him alone was probably enough for an ordinary person to die several times from elemental imbalances—a concentration that surpassed the anomaly. Even Cruise François had to retreat from the front, because the magic that shot at him became several times more powerful in an instant.

Smack!

And yet at the same time as he acted. But a dazzling burst of light suddenly erupted in front of him, hitting the tattered notebook in his hand. The pale blue, which tore at the heterochromatic brilliance, suddenly dimmed, and in an instant it was overwhelmed by the powerful magic that continued to expand.

Despite blocking the fatal blow with the book-shaped spell artifact, Abbot François was knocked away by the tremendous force that surged from the front. There was a scream of "Hmm-", and his body suddenly lost its speed and fell to the broken rock on the side.

However, the other party did not let him go, perhaps to avenge the arrow just now, and Sein Democra, who had turned into an alien, shot several arrows of magical power. They whizzed through the space filled with anomalous magic, leaving a faint trail in their wake.

Bang!

Only a muffled sound was heard. François, who had fallen to the ground, still used the remaining strength to keep the old book in front of his body. Perhaps it was this reaction that saved his life, and the arrow that should have killed him was once again swallowed up by the book, leaving only the less obvious light nearby.

It was some purple-black afterglow...... Maybe a little deeper, a little closer to the color of a starless and moonless midnight canopy. No other colors are visible. Although it was not as powerful as a direct shot, the traces left behind clearly exuded a dangerous aura.

Above, the magic of the orb's chance surged into the sorcerer's body. Gradually wrapped around him, and seems to have begun to assimilate with his **. The flowing sludge shimmered brightly. Like blood or nerves, he gradually enveloped Sain Democra, almost brushed on top of him with a dark **. Again, a little texture has been added.

"I actually said that I set foot in the 'Divine Domain'...... How arrogant do you have to be?" Seeing the darkness pulsating like veins, Curt felt a wave of nausea inexplicably, "Don't say anything 'god'...... You can probably only say, 'It's exactly your style'!"

In a moment of rage, he once again aimed at Sein Democra's throat and threw the only three short spears left in his hand. At the same time, he moved his body and rushed towards Cruise François, who had fallen on the rock, trying to drag him out of the enemy's trajectory.

This time, however, the diversionary tactics didn't do much, as it was almost impossible for the opponent to make the same mistake twice on the same issue. After all, the mechanism hidden in the short spear only needs to be effective once, and then the other party knows the trap well.

I saw several currents cut an arc in mid-air, and easily intercepted the short spear at a distance that failed to reach the warning range. The ensuing eruption didn't even touch the black figure, and it dissipated in the fragmented pieces of metal.

"Hmph, pediatric tricks. ”

As if mocking Curt's naivety in repeating his old tricks, Sain Democlera smiled coldly and threw a barrage at him. Purple-black electric light rained down onto the ground like raindrops, and the bursting light almost engulfed Curt's figure completely.

Severe pain -

The moment he was hit by the spell was extremely scorching, followed by a sharp pain to the bone, followed by an almost void sense of detachment. In an instant, his body flew out, crashing into Dean François and falling behind the bunker of rubble.

A twisted expression appeared on the face of Sain Democlus, who saw his successful volley, and was soon ready to start the next bombardment. However, just as he was concentrating his mana, a controlled wind struck him, forcing him to turn to the pale blue mana around him.

"Whew...... You saved my life again this time......"

Hiding behind the crude defenses, Curt was constantly wheezing, and he felt that the other party's attacks had stopped slightly, but that didn't mean they were safe. Although the opponent was forced by the attack of those strong winds around him, he did not make any moves, but the status quo may soon change.

In the first round, he was punched several times from the back to his chest, and the first half of his left hand was almost half charred by the magic. It will return to its original state after a while, but it is clear that there is no way to maintain normal functions now.

"But it's not going to go on like this...... That guy's strength now seems to be far beyond the level of humans. He gasped slightly, then looked at François beside him and said, "Dean François, how are you doing...... Will you be able to move normally next?"

Compared to Curt, who was seriously injured by a barrage of bullets, Dean François was obviously in much better physical condition - if you didn't consider the hole in his waist that was torn open. Although Curt's body helped him block most of the attacks, he couldn't get out of the dense onslaught.

His magic may still be abundant, and he may even be able to organize some of his power to control the air to interfere with Sein Democra's preparation of spells. But Curt could also see that the injuries on his body had affected his movements, and if he continued to cast spells, he would lose consciousness.

Taking advantage of François's weakness to force all the magic of the wind back, the strange sorcerer said coldly: "So, you now finally understand your stupidity...... However, it was already too late. You may be capable, but your stupidity has led you to this end. ”

There was no trace of human emotion in his cold words, but his current appearance itself could no longer be regarded as "human". After repelling all the magic of the air, the purple-black electric light emanating from his body had already dominated the sky.

He looks like this...... Probably no longer "ugly" can be described as "ugly", the mutated body has been twisted into an almost alien appearance.

"So, you should be ready to go back to the depths of the water, right?" Several pairs of eyes were staring at Curt and Francois on that distorted face, "Don't worry, I'll make good use of every drop of blood and flesh on your body." ”

With that, he raised his hand again, and the magic entangled in it concentrated the scattered purple-black electric light into what looked like a long sword. Strange noises and lightning flashed around the "long sword", apparently firing at the two who fell to the ground the moment he swung it.

...... Behind him, however, something seemed to be approaching here. (To be continued.) )u