Through the organ-like passages of living objects, Curt and Lizzie eventually arrive in a vast stone chamber illuminated by a glimmer of various colors.

And in the next second, the eyes of the two were immediately taken away by the thing that appeared in front of them, an object displayed in the stone room, releasing an overwhelming sense of existence to occupy Curt and Liqi's field of vision. Under the shadow cast by this huge object, many cubes with metal shells lay side by side.

In terms of appearance, this "object" is actually a complex structure composed of dozens of metal columns of various sizes, and a large number of columns carved with intricate patterns stand in the hall. They are all intertwined with colorful magical threads, and a large number of ancient words continue to flash and pour into the center.

In the center of the towering metal columns, a pitch-black ball slowly rotated, absorbing the ancient characters that poured into the center, and then drawing intricate patterns of light and shade on its surface. The brilliance of the magic was completely engulfed in the darkness, and finally turned into a thin afterimage.

The moment they saw the pitch-black sphere, the two of them seemed to hear a terrifying wail coming from inside. As described in ancient legends, the tormented souls screamed in agony at the depths of the waters, and they used the object as a medium to convey directly to the brains of the two men.

In an instant, a strange unpleasantness flowed around the two of them, and the strange scale that spread outward from the pitch-black sphere was undoubtedly the source of the dissonance.

"What the hell is this thing—could it be the magic furnace that powers this Colossus?" Curt muttered in surprise as he looked at the strange object that appeared in front of him, "but the lines on this one are clearly from the handiwork of the Wigginas Sect." ”

It just floated fast and slowly in the air and rotated. There is no support, not even a physical one. The pitch-black sphere was as ominous as a black sun, as if to confirm this impression, countless ancient words danced wildly around it, conjuring up billions of strange brilliance.

And - there were several insane sorcerers standing on the periphery of the strange object. They are like drunks who have consumed too much alcohol, and like addicts who have only recently smoked some "spices". Ecstatic followed the staggering action behind the delusional words.

"I don't know, but this ...... Woo!"

Lizzie was about to take a closer look at the huge black orb, but in an instant she covered her eyes tightly. A pain that was even more intense than when she had just seen the periphery hit her eye sockets, and in the blink of an eye, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her thin shoulders trembled.

The pain darkened her vision. But in that glimpse, Lizzie also saw the tip of the iceberg of this huge structure. That's why her body trembles, not just because of the intense pain, but also because of the grotesque spells that lie within.

However, it was only for a moment that the power of the black sphere dispersed captured the sight. In the next instant, Lizzie's visual abilities returned to normal. She frowned as she looked at the mechanical metal structure, her face getting worse and worse - and there was a hint of anger in it.

"What are you doing...... What the hell is this...... "Lizzie was a little slower, and Curt also noticed that there was something at the root of this behemoth, "Could it be that the reason why the Eye of True Vision attacked the Slots in the city some time ago was because they were needed as 'fuel' for this thing?"

Around the complex core, which rotated in an orderly manner like a mechanical structure, several unidentified human beings were locked to metal pillars - unidentified men, women, and children were no exception. All Slots. Several arm-thick chains were carved with ancient words, deeply embedded in their violently twitching bodies, in the pitch-black metal. Stained with blood that hasn't dried up.

They were forcibly connected to the furnace-like device by the owner of the facility, and the magic hidden in their flesh and blood was mercilessly squeezed to feed the black "sun". In the blood sprinkled around him, several crimson marks slowly emerged, and then turned into a bright red light in an instant, merging into the pitch-black sphere in the center.

Presumably, that's probably the case with the things in the metal cubes. Most likely, it was a missing part of the body of the Slots who died in the attack. From a distance, you can vaguely see several thin red lines connecting each metal block to the sphere.

It's as if the existence of the "world" has been cut open. In response to the ancient texts that continue to pour into it, many lines appear on the surface of the black sphere. In the purple-black cracks. Bursts of lightning of the same color turned into black thunder that could cut through space.

The electric light that erupted from the "sun" flickered and flickered, and its front end silently climbed up the wall, several of which even pierced through the surrounding metal columns. The purple-black light that crisscrossed the stone room expanded little by little, and the ethereal phantom seemed to dominate the space in this stone room.

Looking at the "sun" in front of them that was burning the lives of those Slots, Curt and Lizzie seemed indifferent. It's not that they don't feel a little angry, but both of them clearly know that if they just express their "anger" feelings, then it won't help after all.

The men, women, and children who were bound to the technical pillars had almost shed their last drop of blood, and there was no way to return the entrails taken from the corpses to their owners. Except for the sorcerers who were still confined to madness, the vast hall was almost filled with dead bones.

"There's no help, right...... Everything that remained in the halls of Zài, both their spirits and their spells, had been eroded by the spells of the rampage. ”

This spell is imbued with mad magic, and all who are exposed to it - both physically and mentally - will be corrupted. The tortured dead kept repeating the screams of the last moment, and the sorcerers who had fallen into madness unleashed their mad magic in a haphazard manner...... The two who have fallen into the anomaly are intertwined, weaving a frenzied movement - and with this as the center, infecting a qiē around them.

The living and the dead, they all fell into a state of forgetfulness, and with their mad-like dance steps, the swollen magic gradually converged towards the pitch-black sphere in the center. It was as if with the dark "sun" as the center, and every life in the stone room was swallowed up.

"What is the need to do this?"

Curt sighed, then took a step back—and in an instant, the lightning shot from directly above swept the tip of Curt's nose and pierced deep into the heavy stone bricks at his feet. If he hadn't taken that step back just now, I'm afraid this thunderbolt would have pierced his head directly.

Unsurprised, Curt looked up with slightly squinted eyes.

If you are an ordinary person who is immersed in daily life, the moment you see this scene full of madness, your mind may suddenly fall into a blank. But he didn't forget that this was an enemy base - and of course, the ruthless and ruthless mages were here.

"Good response, who are you?"

A man in a black robe stepped out of the mass of metal pillars in the depths with his arms crossed, followed by three heavily armed men to his left and right. He looked down at Curt and Lizzie like ants on the ground, as if he could get rid of them in an instant if they had the heart.

Unlike the members of the True Eye that the two had seen before, the man was not wearing the black robe that almost erased his personal features, but instead wore an old-fashioned robe of fine workmanship. As if to emphasize the specificity of its identity, the chain-like lines of true red are covered with a pitch-black base.

"Haha, do you want to ask this question? Of course we're the ones who came to make trouble. Curt didn't care about the oppression emanating from the man, and laughed unhurriedly, "Even if you are on a mobile fortress dozens of meters above the ground, it is better to be vigilant." ”

Despite the big joke on the surface, Curt was already holding the long knife and taking a posture to meet it. The other party is not an enemy that can be dealt with lightly, and if he acts rashly here, there is no way to stop their plan - this kind of thing, he still understands.

"Hmph, just a bluffing clown. ”

The man glanced at the unscrupulous Curt with disdain, and said sarcastically, "I remember you, Curt Leinster, who was subordinate to the mercenaries...... And the girl next to you, presumably your self-proclaimed 'sickly' sister, Lizzie Leonster, right?"

Curt and Lizzie's family backgrounds - at least on the surface - must have been collected by the Eye of Truth with the help of their intelligence network. At least in the threatening letter that came to the door, the information he recorded in the mercenary management office had been revealed.

However, this information would come out of the mouth of this unusual person, which surprised Curt a little: "It's really incredible-I didn't expect that as a mere iron-level mercenary, I would be watched by your true eyes all the time." ”

Sarcastic words came out of Curt's mouth in standard imperial Chinese, but the wizard who seemed to be the commander only responded with a cold silence. His surroundings seemed to be covered in a thick fog, and Curt had no way to discern the movements of the sorcerer's magic, let alone his intentions.

But Curt wasn't going to let his guard down, and the silence might just be a test for him. The mage in front of him was quite powerful, and he could see from the blow he had just released - although the range of thunder was extremely small, the magic power contained was enough to turn mortals into ashes.

The cold murderous aura intertwined with each other, and the attackers and defenders confronted each other wordlessly. Behind these magicians, the pitch-black "sun" still released its expanding magic, and the purple-black magic light burned like a fire, but it could only make people feel an eerie cold. (To be continued)

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