Lizzie took Curt's hand and let her white magic wrap around him, connecting the two of them tightly.

The Rubik's Cube, set up by Sain Democra, was still crumbling, and the illusions that peeled off the sky dome were shattered and scattered like black snow dust. Whirlpools of various sizes appeared on the surface of the lake formed by the accumulation of cold gray liquid, and they turned uneasily, shattering the city beyond into countless afterimages.

The avatars who were supposed to be responsible for repairing them were incapacitated by the chaotic magic after being bombarded with a spell at zero distance by Lizzie. At this point, it was still lying on the "mirror" that showed a lot of cracks, and the magic entangled in its body made it difficult for it to continue moving.

Its strangely shaped body twitched slightly, the flowing liquid reflexively changing its appearance, constantly searching for weaknesses in the shackles of magic that could be broken through. Its efforts paid off, and the purple-black electric light nearly tore off Lizzie's white magic.

It wasn't just the monster that Sain Democla had turned into to shake off Lizzie's influence, even the dome that had begun to crumble was once again covered in raging darkness. Her magic grew fainter and fainter in the almost endless blackness, and she was about to be overwhelmed by them.

The Rubik's Cube Circle that the wizard had painstakingly set up was filled with ◎5 a large number of complex mana structures, and of course it was impossible to completely destroy them because of the slightest movement of Lizzie. After the initial wave of chaos swept through the field, the mana stored in the nodes was unleashed everywhere to avoid further destruction.

"You fools!"

The space vibrates, and the dark sludge emits a human-like call: "I don't know how to cherish the hard work of others, but I will only rely on my own ignorant brains to deny a qiē!" I didn't expect you to understand my greatness. Your current actions will only infuriate me completely!"

It was the voice of Sain Democra, but it seemed to echo from beneath the deepest abyss. The "mirror", which had become chaotic, suddenly erupted several black jets of water. They burst out of the cold-gray water and turned into angry sludge and lunged at the two of them.

The sorcerer's wrath is like a raging storm. And in the realm he constructed, the storm of anger directly manifested itself as a disaster, and it was about to break the intruder into pieces. Purple-black electric light flickered in the space, and the darkness that poured out from beneath the liquid surface was like the waves of a storm.

The overwhelming darkness was filled with the smell of calamity, and through the glimmer of light emanating from the surface of the lake, Curt could vaguely see the dregs of residual longing rolling up on the surface of the sludge. As if to express the anger in Sein Democra's heart, they engulfed every qiē they could touch along the way, and even the avatars that fell to the ground were not spared, in a moment after being buried by the darkness. and melted into a part of them.

A scene similar to the one seen that day in the ruined capital of a foreign country, the tumbling sludge stirred up turbulent waves like a flood. That was the last impression of Curt's strange spell space from Sein Democra's hand, and just as they were about to pounce on the two of them, Lizzie suddenly plunged a spirit knife into Curt's throat, the translucent blade that had pierced her own chest not long ago.

"It's a nightmare, but death in a dream doesn't mean death, may you find a more meaningful answer in your waking world than 'death'. "Someone's voice came out of the depths of memory, but Curt couldn't remember the speaker's face," said the words. Death is probably the most meaningless thing for you - then bother you two to get a feel for it today. ”

The fragments that remained in the memory only flickered and brought a sharp tingling sensation, and in this moment, a certain familiar touch flowed through Curt's body.

Suddenly, the body seemed to lose most of its weight. Even the vast majority of power disappeared with them. Curt only felt a gentle breeze blowing his body, and when he came back to his senses, he had already floated with Lizzie into the darkness near the dome.

The sights around them are fading away, but they are not changing. Instead, the two of them were galloping at a blistering speed under the flood of black. It was as if they were in the midst of a storm, and the manic air tore at their bodies. In order to avoid being scattered, Lizzie used her magic to pull Curt by pulling her.

Sain Democra seems to want to catch them with the sludge. But the darkness under his control can't reach Curt and Lizzie, who are still far away. The only thing he could control was the part that was connected to his surroundings, and the part that filled the dome could only function on its own inside the Rubik's Cube.

Perhaps it's because he has just mastered this ability, and he can't completely manipulate these dangerous black muds. It was not obvious that he had been in battle before, but now the farther the two of them were away from Sain Democra's incarnation, the weaker his ability to interfere became, and he almost lost the power to grasp the darkness.

"Sure enough, his ability is not enough to completely control these things. ”

Lizzie muttered quietly, but the expression on her face was a little solemn: "Although I haven't understood these things yet, I can know that they are dangerous. This guy dares to use such a dangerous thing at will, and if he is not careful, he may be eaten by them. ”

Occasionally, sorcerers study dangerous things, and it's not uncommon for them to touch a certain unstable technology, but there are only a handful of people who abuse dangerous technology like Sain Democra. Even the so-called madman magicians know that life is a more important thing than research - only by living can we exhaustively explore the extreme, and those who pay a qiē for a short-term purpose are not magicians, but gamblers in a desperate situation.

Sain Democlus wanted to take a desperate gamble, of course, no one would stop him, but no one wanted to perish with a sorcerer who had lost the most basic of sanity. Lizzie shook her head, and stopped paying attention to the avatar behind her, who was still roaring, and only increased her speed further away from this space.

A large number of fragments of thought and memory turned into a storm, roaring like a beast around them. The Rubik's Cube, shattered by Lizzie, turned into dark shards, and they pierced through his spirit body again and again with the storm of residual thoughts, pouring the grotesque scenes left in his memories into Curt's mind.

The dilapidated streets were filled with unsightly people, holding strange tools in their hands, as if to hold some important festival, and groups of people gathered in the book-lined squares, passing the rows of bookshelves, occasionally stopping to find a book they liked

All sorts of images came to Curt's mind, but he couldn't find the connection between them, just fragments of his thoughts that kept coming up. Not just the Slots, but all sorts of people and their lives, a huge number of memories stabbed at Curt along with the storm.

Then, all that appeared before Curt's eyes disappeared abruptly—all that remained was an empty blackness. Cold, empty, indescribable feelings came over Curt, and he knew that this was not a dream, nor reality, but a gap between the two.

There seemed to be some creature in the deep darkness, lurking on the edge of dream and reality, staring at Curt as he stared into the darkness. They were full of malice, but they didn't show it directly, just imprinted directly into Curt's memory through his cold gaze.

"Wake up, Curt, wake up. ”

In the strange haze of being unable to distinguish between himself and the outside world, Curt suddenly heard someone calling to him, an unnatural hoarse voice from his youth. At the familiar call, the deep darkness gradually faded, and the sight that had been full of malice disappeared with it.

The clouds that had shrouded the mind dissipated as if it had been the first awakening from a great dream—and at the same time, the real sense of the body did reach the limbs.

Opening his eyes, Curt found himself lying on the bed, and Lizzie, who had changed her clothes, looked at him with an unhappy face. The flickering light shot into his eyes, and he hadn't seen things with the naked eye for a long time, and he was actually stabbed by this glimmer of light.

"Lizzie, you heard me say that I just drank that potion as you asked and fell unconscious, and then it seems like I had a strange dream. ”

Returning to the real world from the spirit world is not a stark feeling, and for Curt it is more like a long dream. In the dream, he and Lizzie probe for danger in the city and destroy some of the Rubik's Cubes set up by Sain Democlera.

This is the first time this kind of experience, and Curt can't even tell where it is a dream and where it is reality, and even almost has the illusion that it is also a dream here.

"However, this is not a dream, everything is true - the two of us infiltrated the 'Pitch Black Cocoon' that was secretly set up in the central square, and broke Sein Democra's spell there. Not only us, but also the mages in the city are serious about solving this problem. ”

Lizzie's face came to him—even the sound of her gentle breathing could be felt at this distance—and unfolded a map of the city of Catrice in front of him. Lots of notes filled the map, and the central square was even represented by a circular Rubik's Cube.

She didn't seem to be satisfied with the magicians' handling, as if complaining, "But perhaps thanks to the actions of the magicians, Sain Democra's plan has taken it a step further." The seeds of unrest have been planted, and vast chaos is brewing in the cauldron. ”

She walked to the window, and then at once opened the curtain in the direction of the central square, and at some point erected a wall of light. In the corner of the high wall that reached into the sky, a large number of citizens gathered there, and erupted into a burst of passionate roars. (To be continued......)