Sain Democra's plan went quite well, at least in the eyes of him and his sorcerers—perhaps they thought they were sure to win.

Curt was chained and transported deeper into the defensive line, and although the number of ancient words depicted on it was much smaller than the large iron box that had preceded it, it was already too much to bind a human. And, although the "seal" has been reduced slightly, several mages have been added to protect him to ensure that he does not break free from the magic on the chain.

It's a headache, if it were in normal times, these sorcerers Curt wouldn't take it seriously, and with their abilities, he had almost no chance of winning. But now they can surround him, using the ancient texts that seal Curt's actions and transport him to the depths of the building.

"Tsk, that's ironic. Curt sighed helplessly, the enemy locked his body, but did not block his mouth, "I thought I could be alone in this kind of place, but I didn't expect to accidentally let myself come to such a mortal situation." ”

Whether it's Curt or Lizzie, or even anyone else, sometimes thinks they've made the best choice for their current situation. However, when things gradually develop, they find themselves on the way to the worst possible end, and may even be doomed because of it.

He looked at the destroyed defenses along the way, the charred walls were stained with scarlet blood, apparently a battle had broken out not long ago. The people in charge of staying here have all been killed, and Curt can't see them.

Of course, no one responded to Curt's words, just as all he spat out was air. Although, in addition to the mages who were in charge of escorting him, there were many people walking nearby. But as if he saw him as a noisy crow, he was not interested in dealing with him in the slightest.

"Blindly moving forward for the sake of a goal that someone else has proposed. I don't know what kind of mindset you're acting with, but I have to warn you that this plan may not bring the results you want. "I found that no one wanted to take care of me. Curt spoke unscrupulously, "It's like having a rope around your neck and not knowing anything." ”

Curt knew that his understanding of Sain Democlera could not be said to have deceived the magicians, but he knew that the magicians were only acting for his own plans. Thinking differently from the participants at the apex of the plan may even lead to diametrically opposed conclusions.

Curt's words may not be able to shake the will of these mages, and they may not even be able to poke their soft underbelly. The men, whose faces were all under their hoods, remained silent, but they did not look like they had not been heard, but they did not move.

Persuasion is not determined by the number of sentences, and sometimes it is necessary to use appropriate silence to make the other person understand the information contained in the language. Looking at these silent people, Curt let out a sneer and fell silent, and the space filled with mages suddenly became as silent as a graveyard.

"Welcome. The last descendant of Raven's Blood. ”

Soon, however, a calm, powerful voice echoed around me: "This is where the first step of the Great Project begins." Soon, all mistakes will be corrected, and the real power will soon be lost and order will be restored, although the process may cause some pain. ”

The brief silence was swept away in the blink of an eye, and as the spotlight flashed, Sein Democra, dressed in clothes, warmly welcomed Curt who had been escorted here. The red robe was decorated with a large number of subtle ancient characters, and the dark lines were thick and flowing with a lot of magic—the sorcerer just stood there, and a whirlpool of magic was set off around him.

He was standing in the middle of a vast space, letting his magic flow everywhere around him—if only looking at the empty hall in front of him. Maybe it was just a hall for people to gather before the battle began, or something like a conference room.

However, it has been heavily remodeled by Sain Democra's men, so that the whole space feels unusually wide and empty. If tables and chairs are set up, it is estimated that a gathering of hundreds of people can be held, although none of the people present may be in the mood to do so.

Equipped sorcerers were ready to hold the tools they used to cast spells. Infusing their magic into the machines beside them, there are several colleagues waiting around them. They must be the core members of this group, and they are contributing to Sain Democra's project.

And in the outermost layer of the magic network connected by the Rubik's Cube. There is a strange-shaped metal product in the four directions of southeast, west, and north. Curt had never seen anything so bizarre, probably the work of an abstract artist. All have to be slightly more organized than they are.

What kind of strange things were these, he almost opened his mouth to ask. However, Curtham was quick to notice that these strangely shaped structures were filled with wonderful magic. And Sain Democra, who is in charge of all this, is absolutely aware of the true value of these things.

Whatever they were, however, Curt felt something uncomfortable within, and a grotesque magic was spreading around them. And the mages standing around the room, they are like bewitched by magic, desperately exuding their power.

"Breath causes some pain, how do I think it's not just 'some'?"

Curt looked indifferently at the other party making exaggerated movements, and then looked over his body to the other objects behind him. It was a familiar object, looking like an altar used by a primitive religion, with several metal pillars erected around it.

It looks similar to the core machinery seen in the Colossus of Rock, but the metal pillars don't bind the Slots. On top of the concentric circle "altar" centered around the room, a large number of ancient characters were depicted on the metal pillars arranged in a circular arrangement, and unlike the first time I saw a similar spell mechanism, a strangely colored pillar was erected in the center of the circle.

This is not a simple altar, strictly speaking, it can even be called a cutting board for dissecting human beings and forcefully squeezing the power contained in the bloody flesh. In the past, it was time to watch other creatures dismantle into pieces, but today, Curt might have to experience it for himself.

However, he had no fearless expression, just calmly looked at the huge spell machine in front of him. Even though he knew that this was going to be his place of execution, surrounded by a huge number of mages, Curt was barely able to fight back, bound by ancient words.

He is not one to waste his energy yelling out of fear, and in such a situation, no matter how nervous he is, he can only remain calm to face the crisis. Sophistry no longer helped, for the sorcerer had long since broken free from the shackles of common sense and ethics and embarked on a mad path.

"Well, you should know what happens next, Curt Leinst. Emotionless, the sorcerer nodded slightly, "Be proud of the raven's blood that flows through your body, and soon, you will be the cornerstone of a new order." ”

The sorcerer in charge of transporting Curt silently carried him to the center of the "altar", where chains depicting ancient characters bound him to a metal pillar of different colors. Apparently they were all afraid of the power of the metal pillar, and immediately stepped down from the altar after tying up Curt.

Almost instantly, the mages in the four corners of the room increased their mana output, pumping power into the strange creations at their side. Colorful magic filled the space under the manipulation of these people, and they followed the instructions of the mage and flowed into the network of magic.

Curt could feel the swollen mana swirling around his body, and it wouldn't be long before they became sharp knives tearing at his body. With a heavy grinding sound, the metal pillars around the altar began to slowly move against the metal rings on the ground.

"Sein Democra, I suddenly have a question for you. ”

A large number of ancient characters with remnants appeared around Curt, gradually weaving into a sphere to wrap around his body. Powerful words have the ability to interfere with nature just by existing, and Curt's vision began to distort as he spat out these words.

At the same time, several wounds suddenly opened on his body, and hot blood suddenly spurted out of his body, spilling little by little onto the ground. Several clusters of blood-colored red flames suddenly burned on the blood-stained ring, depicting a huge Rubik's cube on the ground.

The intense pain invaded Curt's body, making him convulsive, and although he was not afraid of the pain at all, there was still a faint ** coming out of his mouth. It's not just the flesh that's being tormented, but the magic that seeps into the body even brings pain that goes deep into the soul.

With a pain that seemed to shatter all over his body, Curt suppressed the pain and continued: "You just said that you want to create the 'right' order in this place full of errors, so please tell me, what is the standard by which you judge the so-called 'right'?"

As he said this, Curt's bones creaked all over his body, and it sounded as if they were about to shatter. The crimson blood was still flowing out of the body, and the nodes of the Rubik's Cube around the altar were being lit up by blood-red flames little by little.

Despite this, Curt stared at Sain Democlera with a calm gaze. (To be continued......)