There was a strange smell in the air, not the usual smell of burning, nor the smell of sulfur near the volcano, which could only be emitted by burning the blood dry.

Several buildings were set on fire around the central square, and the flames engulfed the wooden structure of the house in an instant, spreading to the surrounding area. In the light and shadow of the flames, Curt caught a glimpse of several slender figures that turned into torches and rolled on the ground.

They were undoubtedly monsters created by Sain Democra, and they had been lurking in the shadows of the corners of the houses, waiting for an opportunity to sneak up on the guards checking the streets. Until the flames burn, these shadows are always on their posts, and they will be burned by the flames, and their bodies that can blend into their surroundings are almost like dry wood, and they burn quickly after only a slight touch of the flames.

The strange smell that I smelled before was probably also emanating from these monsters, and with blood as a catalyst, it naturally emitted a strong smell of blood. Almost instantly, the monster, mostly blackened with blood, struggled to fall in flames like the man.

It was just a flash of the image in front of him, but it was like an imprint deep in Curt's mind, making him constantly recall this scene. The sound of the wind swept through my ears, and the sharp tinnitus was entangled in the wind, faintly echoing the sound of someone shouting for help.

Was this the death-defying wail of those languished figures engulfed in flames?Curt wondered if they still had the ability to be consumed by the darkness and not even maintain their bodies, but they sounded as piercing as cursed souls howling in the abyss.

Curt didn't remember that he had the ability to hear the dead man's words, and although Lizzie could hear them, she naturally filtered out the noise mixed in her back because of habit. At all costs. They all grew smaller and smaller as Curt faded away, eventually dissipating almost completely into the air.

"Whew, what's that called? If you can. I would like to apply for a leave of absence after this incident and take a good break for a month or two. He couldn't tell which of the troubles he had been in lately was his mission. It's just that I feel like I'm getting involved in more and more things.

At this time, he was crouching behind the upper half of the guardrail of the garrison's armored car, and the support frame of the small-caliber gun was only a layer of metal plate away from him. He could even feel the dangerous aura emanating from the mana core in the machine that sealed Zài, and a single blow was enough to shoot a powerful monster.

However, no one is in charge of it now, as all the officers are in the back compartment directly below, and only Curt is on the second floor to observe the surrounding environment. This was also a last resort, after all, he was the only one who could see the trajectory of the flow of magic and find the enemies that blended into the surrounding environment.

Curt shook his head slightly, turning his thoughts away from the red-black figures that had been burned, focusing some of his magic around his eyes to strengthen his vision. The mana in the air visibly became irritable. The crimson flame shimmered with the fluttering flames.

"At least 70 million - no, I'm afraid more than 100 million, just the part that burned out of this fire. Grostide drove his armored car down the central avenue as he calculated the economic damage caused by the chaos, "Damn it, how do you explain this to the above!"

Despite his complaints, he continued to operate the armored vehicle carefully, avoiding the roadblocks caused by the destruction along the way - and knocking some unseen figures into the air. The armor in front of the armored car had long since become choled, and it was stained with a lot of strange red and black slime.

The monster created by Sein Democlus from a human being was crushed mercilessly in front of this metal-clad monster. Even if there is a little monster that is not afraid of death and wants to block its path, it will only be scattered in the blink of an eye.

Armored vehicles speeding on the central avenue of Katris. And those who were crushed with mantis arms as car gangsters - if this scene were placed in normal times, it would be absolutely unusual, and I am afraid that it would cause panic among the citizens. Now, however, Curt has to admire Grosted's ability to act.

A few minutes earlier, the crowd had ridden through the aliens blocking the road in an armored vehicle. Bypassing the main junction blocked by barricades, we headed towards the central plaza, which was surrounded by walls of light. Since then, there seems to be something like eyes watching them, or more accurately, chasing the blood crystal on Curt's body.

The importance of that thing surprised Curt. In particular, it was even more unexpected that Sain Democla would send a large number of monsters to take it away. However, within a few minutes of driving out of the encirclement, the officers had already repelled several surprise attacks that were lying in ambush around the corner. The fire was also an "accidental" spread of disaster in the midst of the attack, but it eliminated more enemies than a simple attack.

But that doesn't mean they're safe – on the contrary. They were now rushing towards the center of this chaos, the area where the enemy was more concentrated. Curt didn't even want to count how many places the murderous aura erupted the moment the armored car drove by, he almost wanted to treat them all as air. The enemy in the distance was covered by guards from other directions, and all they had to do was break through the encirclement and reach the perimeter of the wall of light.

But that's for the most part, in fact, Sain Democlave has already arranged the monster's action pattern according to their course of action. In an instant, several slender humanoid black figures flashed on the side of the road, stretching their sharp limbs to stop the charge of the armored vehicle.

Glancing over the breached roadblocks piled up in front of him, Curt shouted, "Thirty meters ahead, there is something wrong with the magic at the corner of the street! The number is seven, similar in nature to those slender ghosts, and it is assumed that there are preparations for an attack - there is a ninety percent chance that they will come to intercept us." ”

It shouldn't be said to be "ninety percent", even if that one in 10,000 chance happens, the sudden flash of the figure will definitely not be well-intentioned. At this time, the appearance in this blockaded block is either friendly or enemy, but the one who stops in front of him silently is definitely the enemy's lackey.

"Understand, that 'mastermind behind the scenes' is really ridiculous, does he think that this kind of obstacle can block the impact of armored vehicles?"

Grostide sneered, then operated the starting control platform and adjusted the route of the armored car to the direction that Curt pointed out that there was an obstruction. At the same time, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the "beast" covered in sturdy steel armor to gallop up at the fastest speed.

Bang Dang!

It was too late, but it was too fast for Grostide to increase his speed to the maximum of no more than three seconds, and the armor in front of the vehicle seemed to hit something a little harder, and there was a low thud. Several indistinct figures flew out in response, arcing through the air before falling to the ground - after which Curt visibly felt the body of the armored vehicle shake as if something had been crushed.

"Could this guy still be alive two or three hundred years ago? Anyone with a little common sense knows that if our armored vehicles continue to advance at this speed, how can this group of gangsters with mantis arms be able to stop it! Even if he can really create a few monsters to block it, it may not be effective!"

In the midst of Grostede's nonchalant taunts, the armored vehicle left behind a red, blackened liquid and continued towards the central square. Seeing his crunching teeth, Curt wanted to remind the guards around him not to let Grostide operate such machines in the future. However, considering that it was a special period, he had no choice but to smile indifferently and put this matter aside.

It was already possible to see the distance around the central square, but the camp where the mages were stationed was now engulfed in flames. The mages who were supposed to control the light wall machinery were surrounded by strange monsters, and they could only erect a wall to protect themselves.

The condition was terrible, many of the mages had already been injured, and they even had to allocate some of their manpower to treat their injured companions. They were not on the same order of magnitude as the monsters that surrounded them, and the streets around them were only black and oppressive.

Maybe they shouldn't be described as "human", after all, these guys are all beings who have been affected by the "chaotic bloodline", and they have more or less alien characteristics. These foreign objects, which cannot be measured by the same term, accumulate on the streets, blocking the entire avenue.

"Hmph, you've all caught a bunch of thugs, right?" Seeing the street in front of him, Grostide snorted disdainfully, and then adjusted the action of the armored vehicle again, "There may be a little swaying next, be careful not to bite your tongue off!"

The moment these words were spoken, the armored vehicle, which had slowed down slightly, increased its speed again, and its wheels rubbed against the ground, emitting a roar like a beast. Seeing the speeding scenery, Curt subconsciously lay on the roof of the car, ready for the coming impact.

He couldn't even imagine what words to use to describe what happened next, as the armored car roared and crashed into the piled up alien group, under Grosstead's control. The tragic situation in an instant can only be described as a "disaster", and the flesh and blood flying in the air made him even feel that there was a rain of blood.

If this scene were placed in the Middle Ages, Grostide was definitely the kind of knight who would not hesitate to raise his spear and rush at the enemy, and under this indomitable momentum, all enemies would have their heads scurry. As for the current knight, I'm afraid the damage caused by the knight is not as good as the monster he sat on.

"How should I rate this madman" Looking at the "aliens" who were hit in mid-air by the armored car, even Lizzie, who was far away, was almost speechless. (To be continued......)