Kicking away a sorcerer with broken ribs, Curt swung his hammer and smashed the metal at a scavenger who tried to rush past him in an attempt to push him back.

In terms of force alone, Curt's blow was enough to smash open the brains of most of the monsters, and the specially made warhammer could easily lift the armor that wrapped around their exteriors. However, he also knew that this attack could not hurt the magicians, because he did not inject magic into them.

Pure power poured out of his body, and silver pieces of metal sped through the hot and humid air, sweeping towards his foe's robes, which were almost torn to rags. The crimson blood was swept away by the blow, and the surging magic suddenly collapsed in front of the warhammer, revealing the mage's blood-stained body.

Seeing that Curt's move was so powerful, it was impossible for the enemy's mage to take a hard blow even if he had an unreasonable ability to recover. I saw him wave his hand lightly in the direction of Curt, and the magic power that had just retreated suddenly rushed to Curt's direction like a wave.

In the blink of an eye, the surging air turned into the beast's minions, pressing down on Curt layer by layer, and the thick bloody aura made people frown. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of magical arrows hid behind the blood-colored "wave", filling up with those minions.

Seeing the rushing blood rushing towards his face, Curt couldn't watch them rush towards him. Just by looking at the thick magic, you know that the magic condensed in it is far above the magicians in the carriage, and if you are hit, you will definitely be blown away to the other side of the street.

He hurriedly stopped his steps forward, and instead took two or three steps back, and then slung the hammer to his shoulder. Let the magic be infused in a specially crafted metal. The shimmering light wrapped around the tip of the front, and the ancient characters carved into the metal block appeared one by one with a faint blue glow.

The pale magic released from his body and around him flickered like flames. It looked so out of place in the crimson blood stain that filled the entire world. Under Curt's operation, they scorch the mana of the enemies that pounce on them. Prevent them from pressing him any further.

The amount of magic that rushed towards Curt was huge, but the quality was far inferior to the power released by Curt, and under Curt's deliberate manipulation, not a single red color could break through his defenses. The power accumulated in his body flowed through his body with the magic power, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.

"Woo-drink!"

He took a deep breath, then poured the mana he had stored in his body into the hammer, centering on his body and swept towards the enemy's body in one breath. The glittering hammer spear tore through the crimson mana wrapped around the enemy, roaring and blasting at the rushing mage.

The magic is entangled in the Crowbeak Warhammer like a surging thunderbolt, and its blinding brilliance makes it look like the warhammer in the hands of the mythical God of Thunder. The roar of the magic tearing through the air was like the cry of thousands of people. The escaping electric light swept the blood in the air into the pale vortex.

"Whew-"

An imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on the enemy sorcerer's tattered face, and it was then that Curt remembered that he was a human who still had his senses. In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared in front of Curt's eyes like a ghost, dispersing into a blood-red mist.

Curt was stunned, and the sorcerer's body suddenly disappeared from his front as if it had not existed in the first place. The red color of the mist exploded in front of him in an instant, and the suffocating smell of blood enveloped almost every corner of his body, seeping into his body from every corner.

Moment. Curt felt as if the blood in his body was ignited, and the blood vessels in his body were filled with hot pain. Soon, not only the blood, but also the muscles and bones seemed to be entangled in invisible flames, making his body seem to fall apart in an instant.

He was infected by the "blood of chaos" spread by Sain Democlus. The blood flowing in his body turned into fuel in the blink of an eye, and the spreading heat continued to eat away at his body. Dry mouth, dizziness, Curt felt as if he was seriously ill, and the strength of his whole body was taken away by the burning sensation. Even if you try to bring out the magic to suppress them, you will only be engulfed by invisible flames.

The previous momentum also weakened as the power faded. There was not much magic left, barely able to drive away the red aura that surrounded him.

"I really didn't expect to be put on a table at such a time. I was careless, too. He staggered back two steps to stabilize his body, "But I really didn't think that guy would use this kind of thing against me, who was just a mercenary, and I don't know where this blood came from." ”

Curt could still feel a force running through his body, and wherever it flowed, the burning pain flowed with it. In order to suppress this strange magic that wreaked havoc in his body, he could only turn the remaining power in his body into the act of suppressing them.

And the mages who had been blocked by him before had already regrouped their posture while he was being eroded by the "Bloodline of Chaos", and rushed towards the armored car that had not yet been able to recover. Their magic was already ready to be unleashed, and they could attack as long as they rushed to the edge of the armored vehicle.

It turned out that the opponent's previous actions were just a false move, and the real target from the beginning was Curt, who was standing alone away from the light armored vehicle. When the magician who had attracted his attention trapped him with a trick, the rest of the men were free to attack those left behind in the armored vehicle.

At this moment, the red that had spread out before spread slightly, and then gathered together again, and the strangely disappeared mage suddenly appeared in a blind corner that Curt could not care about. The iron spear stabbed Curt at a sharp angle like a poisonous snake.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Curt hurriedly took a step forward, and at the same time reversed the direction of the Crow's Beak Warhammer, and swept the spearhead of the metal tip towards the iron spear stabbed behind him. However, the lost power is so great that even such an attack cannot be done well, and the spearhead stabbed out is light and powerless.

Seeing that Curt's attack was not threatening at all, the smile on the mage's face suddenly became more pronounced. I saw that the iron spear in his hand turned slightly, and stabbed at the warhammer that Curt swept over, and the magic wrapped in it also shot along with the iron spear.

The magic power along with the spear sank into Curt's waist in an instant, and the fiery touch made Curt feel pain all over his body, and the "fuel" flowing in his body was ignited at the same time as all these magic powers poured into his body, completely engulfing his body at once.

It seems that the internal organs and even the head are no longer their own things, and only the heart, which is the core of the magic of the human body, is still barely functioning. But it may have ended here, he feels that his magic and life are only a little bit left, and it won't be long before he dies.

"Shh

He felt an indescribable dizziness, and at the same time, his body became extremely heavy, as if countless red-hot steel needles had been pierced all over his body. He breathed heavily, concentrating the last bit of mana into the hammer, and then slammed it into the mage in front of him with a thunderbolt.

It was Curt's last bit of strength, and the heavy piece of metal seemed to match his magic, burning with a crumbling remnant light. The glimmer of light entangled in the hammer was no more than the level of a candle in the wind, not comparable to the thunderous bombardment, but the ancient words engraved on it shone even more brightly, almost blinding the viewer's eyes.

But the power of this blow should not be underestimated, and the final blow delivered by a warrior with a lot of magical power with all his strength can even shatter the city gates. The sorcerer who pierced the iron spear into Curt's body had not had time to draw his weapon, and if he wanted to escape, he had to choose to give up the iron spear in his hand.

Click!

However, in the face of Curt's blow with a large amount of magic power, the enemy did not dodge or block, and rushed directly towards his attack. In an instant, only a crisp sound could be heard, and the sharp end of the warhammer directly opened the skull of the sorcerer like a pumpkin.

With a "poof-" sound, the sorcerer burst open like a bag full of flesh, and the contents splattered Curt on the face of the nearest one. His blood was like a flame, and everywhere it touched it, there was a scorching pain.

The sorcerer's body is filled with "chaotic blood", and now that Curt has broken it with a warhammer, the flesh splattered on him has made Curt's condition even worse.

Curt knew very well that most of the blood flowing in his body had been infected by the "Chaotic Bloodline", and there was no way to save his life this time. The raindrops in the sky were still as sticky as blood, and a sense of powerlessness filled almost his body.

And the solution to this dilemma is now that I think of the only way to break off the self - let life end here, and the "curse" entangled in the body will naturally restore his body to its original state. Although it is unknown how long this process will take, it will eventually turn out to be the same as when it was affected by the curse.

Curt couldn't help but laugh miserably, although he hated this grotesque physique, but many times it was because of it that he was lucky enough to get out of all kinds of predicaments. Life is a precious thing to most people, but to him and Lizzie it is just a consumable.

At the moment when he was almost dying of exhaustion, he looked up at the sorcerers who were rushing towards the armored vehicle, and then pinched the weapon that had become extremely heavy.

Since you're going to die once in the end, let's make this one a little more meaningful. (To be continued......)