If you compare it purely by the strength of the strength, Curt is no match for Sain Democra, and the mage who has absorbed a lot of magic power is now a existence beyond humans.

In fact, it is not only him, but even with the addition of Lizzie, Hermia, and Carlotta, and when he is at his strongest, he will probably not be able to defeat the other party. If the mages attacking on the periphery rushed in together, it would probably only increase the number of victims for no reason.

The magic of the "Bloodline of Chaos" in the hands of that mage was so great that it was almost as large as the slaughtered Slots and other mages combined. He alone possessed a total amount of mana that was almost equal to that of an army of hundreds, and the pitch-black "sun" was still absorbing the magic around him for his use.

"Curt Leinster—what's going on, why are you still alive?" but the mere fact that Curt was standing in front of him was enough to surprise Sain Democlus, "No way, even if I didn't take the last step, you wouldn't be able to get up again!"

When the ritual was carried out to the point where he had to kill Curt and take out the heart as a "trade item", he was stopped by the remnants of the Eye of True Sight that suddenly rushed in. The spell rituals that had been steadily carried out were disrupted by their attacks, so much so that the original plan had to be changed on the last minute to avoid being completely destroyed.

In fact, the mages who stormed the ceremonial hall were little more than minions, but they were well-trained. While some of the men rushed towards Sain Democlera to delay his move, the rest of the group rushed to the sorcerers in the four corners of the room. Explosives were thrown at them.

These sorcerers seem to have had a plan in place from the outset, to destroy this almost complete spell ritual at the cost of their lives. Under their frantic onslaught, the ceremonial hall was damaged in an irreversible manner. Even the metal pillar that bound Curt was blown off.

At that time, Curt's wounds all over his body were torn open, and his body that was blasted out had almost become a "bloody man". No creature could survive massive blood loss, and although he didn't stab Curt in the heart with a ritual dagger, the bruised Curt was incapacitated.

Because of this, Sain Democlave decided that he did not need to be killed, because the chaotic Rubik's Cube needed a small amount of fresh blood to maintain. After all, it's not important to kill a sacrifice anymore. It's all the more important to keep the ritual going, and the mages who come to your door have become the new fuel.

However, he now realizes that he has made a wrong decision, because Curt, who was thrown out by the shockwave at that time, is already standing in front of him. He looked like he wasn't hurt. There are only the scars left on the body, and the wounds that were cut by the magic have also healed.

However, Curt's body still swayed, and from time to time he bowed his body and gasped a few times, as if he would be torn apart by a stronger attack at any moment. His pale face still looked weak and sickly. This sick look. It's really impossible to associate the word hero.

However, the enemy he faced was undoubtedly a ferocious madman, and the thunder that entangled in the mage's body still emitted a demonic power like a calamity. He stared at Curt angrily, hurling projectiles of magic at him, a storm of onslaught that slammed into Lizzie and them even more.

"That's a good question, but I don't know why. ”

Looking at Sain Democlera with a smile on his face, Curt mocked, saying, "Although I didn't want to stay in this troubled world a long time ago, I don't know why even the deep bottom of the water didn't want to accept me, a sinful 'crow'. ”

The weapon had been stripped of it, and all that was left in his hand was a random metal rod. Wrapped in a faint pale mana, the clothes on his body were only rags from the previous torture, and it was difficult to even cover his body. To put it bluntly. Curt now looks like a destitute beggar.

Despite his ragged clothes and his weapon being scrap metal, Curt waved his weapon seemingly casually against the mage's attacks on him. In the blink of an eye, the scrap metal that drew a glittering arc knocked down the magic bullets that were constantly trying to shoot at him, and even the chains woven by the thunder light were easily shattered.

With the spells that rushed forward with the scrap iron wrapped in magic, Curt's actions did seem quite easy. However, anyone with a little common sense can see that every blow he throws has been carefully calculated, otherwise there is no way to break the opponent's spell.

"Hmph, but so, I thought you had gotten stronger. ”

Sain Democlus looked at Curt, his cold gaze revealing murderous intent: "You have resisted to this extent, you have more or less noticed your limits, right? ”

His tone sounded quite calm at first glance, but when combined with the surging magic around him, it revealed a sense of oppression that did not give people the slightest chance to choose. It seems that in his eyes, no matter how much resistance Curt or others make, they will not be able to escape the fate of becoming the "fuel" of the ritual in the end.

It seems that the blood of the "crow" in Curt's body is quite important to him, and in order to construct this ritual, not only a large amount of blood of the same human race is needed, but also the blood of chaos that has been refined. Even if this ritual has many problems, as long as Curt is once again "fueled" and absorbed by the spell sequence, it can return the Rubik's Cube, which has expanded to occupy almost the entire canopy, to normal operation.

"Do you think I'll help you?" Curt almost laughed at the sorcerer's self-righteous persuasion, "I don't know how important the ritual you're going to perform is to yourself or anything else, but it doesn't seem to have much to do with me. ”

He didn't think he had the obligation to help the magician accomplish his "great plan", and he didn't think that the righteousness imposed on others had the slightest value. That was just wishful thinking, and the Slots who were coerced into joining the spell ritual were probably not willing either.

There is no anger or fear, because the vivid feelings affect the action and the body does not have the ability to respond accurately to the situation. Curt's mood was as calm as windless water, but he coldly waved the weapon in his hand to disperse the spells that the enemy kept throwing.

"Hmph, so what, you have no other choice, because you laymen can't win me at all. However, Sain Democla did not understand the meaning of Curt's expression, and still said as a matter of course, "Don't talk about you, even that old fellow can't do anything!"

By "that old fellow", he was no doubt referring to Dean Cruise François, the high-ranking mage known as the "Wind of the Twelve". If nothing else is taken into account, then as the head of the Catrice Academy, he is undoubtedly the strongest spellcaster in the entire Dominion.

However, at this point, this common sense may need to be slightly revised, after all, the so-called "common sense" is often something that people tend to drift away from the more they want to believe it. Now that the magic has fallen into chaos, this mage in front of him is probably the strongest mage in the actual sense, and the magic flowing in his body alone may be more than twice as powerful as Dean François.

"Or do you want to fight me in this state?"

His body slowly floated up, and he looked at Curt condescendingly: "Your weapon is long gone, your companions are exhausted, and even you, a few hours ago, were my men defeated, and there is no resistance in the face of my great power." ”

Everything in the world contains magic, and although it may not be a unified standard, creatures with strong magic often have more powerful powers, and now Sain Democlera has absorbed a lot of magic power, and his power has also been significantly improved. The entangled thunder light emitted a dazzling brilliance, and if the magic power in the sky bombarded down in one go, not to mention Curt, even the others would not be able to survive by chance.

In the face of the pressure exerted by the enemy, Curt had to shake his head and smile bitterly - although it was difficult to accept, what the mage said was not too wrong. Carlotta hadn't regained consciousness yet, Hermia was badly injured, and as for Lizzie, her void was almost gone.

It was almost overwhelmingly inferior, but Curt remained unmoved and looked at the proud mage in mid-air, holding the iron rod he had picked up sideways in front of him. Although the opponent's attack has stopped now, looking at their continuous trajectory, it is obvious that it will not be long before they bombard down again.

"Excuse me – not succumbing to any form of violence, that's my standard of action. Curt glared at the cold gaze above without hesitation and said, "You are indeed strong, but no matter a hundred times or a thousand times, I will not be threatened by the power you have." ”

If he had fought alone, he would have had almost no chance of winning, because Sain Demokra could have blasted him to ashes with even a tenth of his strength. However, he was not deterred by this, as he had already noticed a change in the direction of the wind around him.

"yes, that's a shame. ”

The mage smiled indifferently, and the already stagnant magic bullets around him began to operate rapidly, and the purple-black electric light even made the blood-colored clouds in the sky take a terrifying color. With a thunderclap that shook the earth, hail of bullets fell to the ground.

And at that moment, a pale blue wind struck from afar, sweeping away the bombardment that should have been on Curt's head. (To be continued......)