The eyes were filled with shocking reds and blacks, and in this blood-dripping room, the blood of the mages slowly solidified over time.

Lizzie examines the fragmented artifacts, but can't find anything that would tell if the True Eye is experimenting with it. Both the flask sets and the material racks were violently destroyed, and the materials that should have been placed around were nowhere to be found.

At the other end of the room, Curt tried to gather the scattered corpses, but unfortunately they were more dilapidated than the actual equipment, and none of them were intact. After he finally piled up the debris, he could barely count the number of dead in the real room at around ten - if some of the limbs that may have been taken away were excluded, the death toll of the True Eye could continue to rise.

&nbs●∽,+ans∽∽omp;"No, or did you say that someone took it?"

Lizzie tossed aside a piece of glass stained with an unknown solution, looked at the messed room, and said, "There is no trace of any real record - if it was destroyed by something in the fight, then at least there should be a scrap of paper left behind." ”

Lizzie silently glanced around the ruined room where the prototype could not be seen, leaving nothing in the room that looked like a record of the real yàn. It's not quite like something a sorcerer would do, even if it's the simplest thing, they'll keep a corresponding record for reference.

Even if it is necessary to prevent the results of their real yàn from being taken away by others at a critical moment, the mages may not completely destroy the real yàn records. Not to mention that as it is now, it seems that there is no real record of zài from the beginning. There is only a group of sorcerers who work hard for the sake of the real yàn.

"It's not that it's not impossible, someone came here and took away their real products. Curt nodded. Then he observes his surroundings, "except for us and the members of the True Eye." There are still third-party forces in this stronghold that are enemies of the Eye of Truth. ”

The signs of battle in this room were quite obvious, but the confrontation was almost one-sided - the mages had not even had time to organize effective resistance before they had been torn to pieces of flesh and blood. There were only scars of violence in the entire room, and no magic seemed to have worked.

The mana in the air was smooth, and the mages didn't seem to have any magic tools around them that could be used as weapons. The tattered archaic spell tools were almost entirely piled up in the corner of the room, and even those that were difficult to use were not expected to be used as weapons.

Even without weapons, a mage would not be unable to use spells with his bare hands, especially those who specialize in ancient spells, and they would not be limited by their tools. So that they don't even have time to resist. The attack was not only sudden, but also destroyed everyone in one fell swoop.

If so, they would not have had the opportunity to destroy their own records, as they would have been killed by the enemy before they could do so. Death came so suddenly that the sorcerers, who were obsessed with their research, had no time to respond.

But looking at the slowly changing blood and dead bodies around her, Lizzie more or less guessed what these sorcerers were studying here. The crystals that looked like they had coagulated out of their blood might be the products of their real yàn, and they are now part of the real yàn.

The corners of Liqi's mouth curled slightly, and then she picked up a crystal from her feet: "Hmph, I must admit that their research still looks very interesting, these crystals coagulated from the blood have some wonderful qualities. While it's not clear how these things come from, they appear to have been catalyzed directly by something related to the magic inside the human body. ”

The crystals in Lizzie's hands were much stronger than the powdery fragments before. The chill in his hand made it feel like an ice cube. Lizzie rubbed the small piece of crystal in her hand against the surrounding black rock bricks, easily leaving a deep scratch on it.

It wasn't just the small piece of crystals in Lizzie's hand, but in the liquid that the components had turned solid, there was a thin layer of darkness that seeped through the pool of blood to the surface. They have the texture of crystals. On the outside, it looks somewhere between glass and stone, cold and sturdy.

This layer of black is just a base, a "base" for cultivating some kind of blood-colored crystals that Lin Ketong and Liqi had seen before. Above this translucent crystalline film, a pyramid-shaped layer of crystals is rising from the blood below.

Everywhere the blood stained, several strange clusters of crystals grew. In a matter of moments, the room was filled with dark red crystals. A dense sense of concentration can drive people who are afraid of things dense into a frenzy. The smallest ones may not be as good as a grain of wheat, while the largest ones are the size of a child's fist. They grew wildly and unscrupulously, and in an instant they were all around.

Curt noticed that the dark red crystals seemed to absorb something in the blood in order to thrive. Wherever these crystals appeared, the blood that spilled around them tended to dry up a little faster than the scattered droplets of blood in the vicinity - and the color was a little wrong.

Curt didn't know how to describe the difference between blood that has crystals and those that don't. The difference between the two is by no means a simple word to describe it, but the sense of strangeness they exude is hard to ignore.

More and more blood-red crystals poked their heads out of the blood, they were larger and more complete than the fragmentary crystals they had seen before, and their colors were more vivid. The few rings of fine crystals that surround the main body of the crystalline are only by-products located at the root, and most of them are connected to the root of the main body.

"What are these crystals for?"

Looking at the blood-red crystal in Liqi's hand, Curt also curiously broke off a finger-sized crystal and looked at it carefully: "The strength is about the same as steel, but it is not like most crystalline ores, which contain rich magical power, and if they are used as spellcasting materials, it seems to be a bit wasteful." ”

The crystals condensed with blood do contain a certain amount of magical power, but they are far from the crystalline ores in natural pits. These amounts of magic are not enough to drive a large-scale Rubik's Cube, and even if they are used as casting materials, they seem to be a bit more than worth the loss.

"Theoretically, everything that exists in this world has magical power, even lead that blocks the operation of magical power has magical power. Lizzie shook her finger slightly, looking like she didn't intend to explain, "Some schools value the blood of living beings, just as they value living sacrifices. ”

It is impossible to trace the origin of the oldest spells, but many of them are found in primitive religious rituals. In these primitive beliefs, which remained in the Dark Ages, the flesh and blood of living creatures were often seen as important sacrifices to the gods they worshipped.

Living sacrifices are preserved in the dogmas of most primitive religions, and the priest who holds them is often a great and powerful magician. They use incense and sacrifices to allow themselves to associate themselves with a certain high position, so as to gain the power to distinguish themselves from ordinary people.

The unknown brings fear, and the fear of being deliberately controlled by some well-intentioned people is the source of fanaticism. Most of the ancients did not doubt the "facts" they saw, and when these facts have become common sense that is inherently imprinted in their cognition, they can only choose to believe them.

"Regardless of the flesh or internal organs, in many ancient notions of magic, the existence of 'blood' represents life. It can also be said that they are 'currency' that contains life force, and are used by mages to trade with certain 'gods' to gain incredible power. ”

These theories are not random speculations by Lizzie, but the study of the principles of magic with rigorous historical research. In many ancient magic rituals, blood plays an incomparable and important role, and they are widely used in various rituals to assume the role of a catalyst.

Of course, this happened a long time ago, and the use of blood as a spell catalyst had been seen as an evil and foolish means of spellcasting for hundreds of years. Today, modern spells have found a lot of materials that can replace them, or even work better.

But this doesn't mean anything to the True Eyes who are obsessed with ancient spells—for them, they can't do anything for their own research. Massacring the Slots in large numbers, using their body materials as materials for spell casting was already paranoid and unbelievable, and now using spell-based crystals that have congealed out of blood is just "icing on the cake".

"Well, if we want to know the truth, we'll have to find the members of the True Eye or those who are their enemies, right?"

Bang - Ping Pong!

Suddenly, Curt flew up and kicked open the fence gate in front of him, allowing the broken metal to hit the ground with a loud noise. The cacophony of metal roared farther and farther through the enclosed subterranean space, eventually becoming a subtle echo that was difficult to distinguish on the far side.

"That's easy. ”

He chuckled softly, then looked at the path ahead that had been opened by his own violence, and said, "Whether it's the True Eye or any other force, it doesn't matter to us. So, wouldn't it be easy for us to defeat them all together and then investigate what happened here?"

The enemy of an enemy is not necessarily a friend, and making things as simple as possible is the most effective course of action - and it is not a problem to start a scuffle for this purpose. (To be continued......)