After only a moment of distraction, he felt that most of the power in his body had been drained, and even the parts that made up the spirit body began to dissipate.

The body that had become full under the influence of the moon's demonic nature disappeared somewhere, and they flowed out of his illusory body with the magic power. Although Curt knew very well that this was just a hypocritical feeling, he still wanted to work hard to use his magic to restore them to their original state.

However, the magic power that lost control was forcibly pulled out of Curt's body, transformed into pure magic power in mid-air, and melted into the invisible torrent on the back of this world. Under the pitch black night sky, these magical powers were so vivid that even the dim silver mist around them was illuminated by their brilliance.

The loss of mana had not been effectively controlled, and Curt could only watch as the mana that still emitted a slight cold light flowed out of his body. At first, they fluttered gently with vitality, but soon turned into dead things without any waves, quietly returning to the sea of nothingness.

According to current research by sorcerers, the soul is the embodiment of an individual's will, and the most important part of humanity is the mind and memory. In other words, the human mind also influences the form of their soul and influences the power of the soul itself. The stronger the willpower, the more able to control the actions of the soul, and conversely, those who are weak are as vulnerable as ever.

But in a world full of residual thoughts, the risks that may arise are far from being anticipated at the time of planning. As those magicians who study souls through dreams say, diving into dreams is not an easy task at any time, and if you are not careful, you can even become an empty shell that loses your soul.

Even a person with a will as hard as steel may not be able to control his actions in this world. Because it's completely different from the world they know it with. The chaotic boundaries nullify the senses, and the darkness lurks everywhere ready to attack those who know nothing about them.

"Whew, what the hell was that thing just now? I felt like it was some kind of huge living thing, like the 'black serpent' I saw at that time. "The scenery in the memory flashed by. There was a slight tremor in his words, "It's like a natural disaster." It doesn't care about our existence at all, and I seem to have provoked it unknowingly just now, so I was caught up in it. ”

If he were to think back to what he had just felt, he might feel that he had been controlled by some kind of powerful will—perhaps it would have been better to be seduced by those illusions. Intricate images flooded into his mind at once, and it was difficult to get them out of his mind until now.

If it weren't for Liggie's timely spell to restrain Curt and make it impossible for him to continue his actions, the loss of mana might have been far more than that. And she didn't just use spells to restrain Curt's body, but she also seemed to suppress the phantom that flashed in his head through the soul connection.

Her actions allowed Curt to finally regain control of his body, but the moment he shook his mind, the silver mist could no longer protect him. So after the will that had stabilized the magic lost its effect. Only then will the magic flow out of the body frantically from the lost "frame".

Curt took a deep breath and slowly absorbed the power in the moonlight, so that the chaotic magic in his body could once again be stabilized. There was no doubt that it was a big project, and no matter how hard he tried to tease out the magic, they were tangled up like a mess that was uncontrollable.

In a fit of rage, all of his entangled magic was discarded, leaving only the core parts to keep them intact. The swift knife slashed through the mess, and the magic that spread around his body shimmered like crystal dust. Finally extinguished like a spark.

Almost instantly, Curt's body became almost completely transparent, and the dim glow made him look like a vanishing ghost. But soon, the color of his body began to recover. Starting from the torso, the pigment that came out of nowhere made him barely regain his normalcy.

"I don't know—don't you think I know everything?"

Looking at Curt as he reorganized, Lizzie pursed her lips. "The duty of a mage is to study all kinds of knowledge and swallow everything that can be touched. But do you really feel like a sorcerer? I don't know what other people think, but at least I don't think so—you have to be extra careful when you explore. ”

No matter how much you want to continue the exploration of the unknown. Make your own safety a priority, too. Knowing what to do is the foundation of a mage's world, and there are so many areas that no one has yet touched, including things that shouldn't have been touched in the first place.

Most of the ancient spells used by Lizzie were from manuscripts that had been collected in the past, and the detachment spells she used now were no exception. It is half an ancient document from a large country in the northern part of the Dominion, and it contains many wonderful spells recorded in obscure words.

After reading it many times, Lizzie could barely decipher the text in the manuscript. According to her, it was supposed to be a manuscript that had been copied several times, and its own power was difficult to use as a medium for books, but those spells were far from the original system of the Old World.

From the simplest offensive spells constructed with magic to the way she now dives into the world of her soul through dreams, Lizzie has learned many unusual spell techniques from the Codex.

The person who recorded the manuscript wrote on the inside page that it was a fragment of a secret book that he had spent a long time collecting, and that it recorded the research and magic summaries of the ancient philosophers. The original texts had long since been lost, so he had to keep as faithful and detailed records as possible.

If there were only a few ways of using magic and strange spell rituals, then this codex would be no different from most spell books. Perhaps the most important part of a manuscript is the annotations that are interspersed with many spell research texts, rather than practical sorcery knowledge.

Curt remembers the words of the ancient "wise man" at the end of the manuscript - I have heard that it is not man who is striving for knowledge, but knowledge who is in turn constantly pursuing man. But I know that this statement is false, that knowledge does not pursue people, but pursues people, and they chase them cruelly and without emotion, like falcons and hounds catch rabbits.

Although Lizzie ostensibly didn't care much about what the book said, Curt noticed that she was a lot more cautious in her research, and never ran into dangerous territory again. This is somewhat commendable behavior for her who no longer cares about her own safety.

"Yes, but since it's a storage that you don't want to deal with, then it must not be something I can touch. Seeing that Lizzie was not interested in explaining to herself, Curt had no choice but to shrug her shoulders helplessly, "I didn't expect this world to be so dangerous, and it will be dangerous if you look left and right." ”

This was Curt's first time here, and it can be said that he was basically ignorant of the dangers in this world, and there was nothing he could do to interfere with the operation of his mind by the existence entrenched in the sky. However, Lizzie, who is next to Curt, seems to be ignored by it, consciously or unconsciously, as if she does not exist in this world.

The brilliance of the silver mist wasn't bright, but it was enough to dispel the debris of darkness that was entrenched around it. Lizzie waved her arms slightly, and the silver mist that permeated her surroundings flowed slowly according to her command, obscuring her and Curt's figures in a shining silver light.

After constructing a rudimentary defense, she turned to Curt and said, "You just need to keep up with me now, and try not to let those things feel like you're there." While that thing didn't care about food being taken away, the other spirits that were about to dissipate were no good enemies to deal with. ”

Curt's body was still absorbing the magic of the moonlight, but his empty frame had attracted hundreds of remnants of thoughts in less than two moments. The remnants of various sizes were almost impossible to see the prototype, and the darkness huddled in a mass was like a gathering of worms, rushing in the direction of Curt, as if they were treating him like a giant piece of honey.

The silver mist that Lizzie had constructed was not just a shield to protect the two of them, but also a spear that pierced through the enemy, tearing any remaining thoughts it touched to shreds. They collapsed at the touch of a button, and they were completely incapable of forming combat power, but the cocoons on the ground absorbed most of the debris and grew even larger.

He looked down into the depths of the darkness, the expanding cocoon-like darkness pulsating according to a certain regularity, extremely close to the frequency of the heartbeat. Looking at the "cocoon" that was still absorbing the scattered debris, Curt unconsciously felt the urge to destroy it.

But he knew very well that he could not do it on his own, and the huge cocoon was wrapped in walls made of countless remnants, and it became a colossal fortress. Only the spirit Curt could not break through those barriers, and could only watch it grow gradually.

Maybe with Lizzie's current magic power, she can't accumulate the full strength to penetrate the fortress's defenses, and she is almost exhausted just by operating the silver mist to construct defenses. But she apparently had her sights fixed on the cocoon, the silver mist suspended in mid-air almost turning into a stake about to pierce the ground.

Lizzie said that the cocoon was the last dregs of the previous city-covered dream, and that it had been magically constructed by Sain Democlus.

If her conjecture is correct, then what exactly is the zài in the "cocoon"? (To be continued......