The white moonlight shines on the world constructed by residual thoughts, casting magical light on the ground, and the overlapping images scatter countless fragments.

Looking down at the phantom of Catrice City from mid-air, it seems that it is so quiet that there is no life-threatening existence in the layers of phantoms. The spirits wandering in the city did not know where to hide, only the weak fragments still exuded a meager sense of existence.

But this is only a disguise on the surface, like the seemingly calm water, but the bottom is full of turbulent undercurrents. Spirits with the slightest ability to think are dodging the expanding black "cocoon", because all the spirits that dare to approach it are consumed mercilessly.

Lizzie refers to the cocoon as "the dregs of dreams", undoubtedly suggesting to Curt that it has a deep connection with the strange dream that seeped into the world on the side of the table. Its ominous appearance resembles a dark cloud that once hung over the city, casting a thick shadow over the city.

Although the intelligence gathered from Curt indicates that the staffing agency has destroyed the Rubik's Cube where Sein Demokra created a spell. But it was clear that they had not been as successful as they had been claimed, and that the eerie darkness had only been slightly curtailed, not obliterated.

A deep darkness still runs through the city's streets, and its own territory is carved out along the roads. The churning waves of black that spread from the pitch-black cocoon into the surrounding city reminded Curt of the sludge he had seen in the Eye of Truth stronghold.

"Those black things seem to be hiding from the moonlight, aren't they using the moon phase to absorb their magic?" said Curt, noticing the reason why the city had become quiet, after the moon had come out. The darkness was all back into its own realm, only sneaking around in the backlight.

The moonlit streets are filled with illusory spirits. They float in mid-air, absorbing the magic of the moonlight to restore themselves. But the black mud did the opposite. The cocoons that flowed out of them did not break out of the space covered by the mother, but only quietly eroded the backlight.

The black mud and the illusory images were opposed to each other, as if they were two hostile camps, and although there was no full-scale war yet, the friction on the border never stopped—and the surging darkness undoubtedly prevailed, and all the phantoms that touched it were crushed by the light.

Centered around the city's central square, several streets of Cutrice were overwhelmed by the surging darkness, and the walls that could block the passage of spirits were vulnerable to their enemies. At the slightest touch of the raging sludge, the illusion of the street will crumble and collapse.

They expand slowly, though. But the giant black cocoon takes up almost one-fifth the size of the entire city. The strange cocoon was still growing, and it seemed to be growing faster after absorbing the pitch-black fragments that were peeling off around it.

Curt took a deep breath, if the huge darkness entrenched above the sky gave him an inviolable sense of oppression, then the "cocoon" in front of him that was still growing was only pure disgust. It gives people a feeling of extreme unhappiness, as if absorbing all the negative emotions that have settled in the land, and then converting them into tar-like black mud, spreading malice into the world in a more pure form.

"If we want to know the source of the black mud energy, we have to figure out what it is. Lizzie shook her head. Apparently this most basic problem has not yet been resolved, "but we now know almost nothing about them except that they are anomalous substances created by Sein Democlus." ”

She glanced at the black mud that flowed through the streets of the city, their color deeper than the crumbs peeling off from the remnants of her thoughts. It only takes one glance to distinguish them from the original black in the castle.

Remembering a qiē seen in the stronghold earlier, the black mud will devour all living creatures it touches, transforming them into living corpse-like beings. But in a world where there are only spirits. They are all inactive, and the strange silence is suppressing their manic nature.

I don't know why. Lizzie suddenly had a strange idea: Sain Democra had created the pitch-black "dirt", but he hadn't completely controlled it. Therefore, although he used the dregs of the dream realm to create a large amount of black mud. But they can only choose to concentrate them here for the time being.

But the manic darkness is not a good-natured lamb, they are predators, cruel hunters, ready to devour whatever they touch. Although they can barely maintain their stability at this time, when they break through the shackles, the torrent that gushes out of control will surely engulf a qiē.

"Sain Democra's goal in making that thing may have been to corrupt the entire city and take all the magic left in the fragments for himself. Lizzie looked thoughtful, "The last time we saw the cityscape was probably just an illusion he made." ”

Whether living beings or the souls of the dead, they are constructed from the purest form of magic and support their survival in this world. Their illusory bodies looked extremely weak, but even the weakest souls had more magic than they had in their own bodies.

If Sain Democlavus could swallow all the remaining thoughts in the entire city of Catrice, he would undoubtedly gain unimaginable power. But this is far more than the magic that humans can hold, and I am afraid that even the demons who are long in magic power will not be able to master them.

As a "container", the human body is really not excellent, and it is not even as good as many monsters. Knowing that their bodies are limited in what they can hold, the mages are constantly researching ways to conserve mana while approaching their limits in various ways.

But instead of following the rules, Sain Democlave used some secret methods to keep himself from being confined to his once weak body. Although he used to be a human being, after coming into contact with those "black mud", he may have become an inhuman thing.

"Remember the 'sun' we saw earlier? I think that's probably the key -- the key to getting him to carry out this plan. The organ of Sein Democraton guò absorbed the life force of many Slots and then transformed itself into some kind of existence that was different from that of humans. ”

Lizzie seems to be reconstructing the scene she had seen before in her mind through guò recollections, trying to find the key to the spell through the clues. Unstable dìng's ancient spells were filled with too many uncertainties, and she could barely organize a similar conjecture just by what she understood.

Muttering something like a spell jargon in a whisper, she suddenly grabbed Curt's hand, and then shrank into his arms in a castration. It was an illusory spirit, but Curt could still feel the touch coming from Lizzie's body, and he couldn't help but move backwards.

But his action seemed to have been expected by Lizzie, and the moment he tried to back away, several pale chains stretched out of her body, connecting her body to Curt. At the same time, several circles of light flashing with ancient words appeared around them.

Beside the two of them, the magic gathered by Lizzie was still vibrating slightly, and they were wrapped around them like the wind, stirring up violent waves in the calm air. The surrounding silver mist twisted into a vague vortex, as if it would fall into the dark abyss in the next moment.

"Although I try to figure out what it is without touching it, it seems that just observing it is not enough to reach the level of understanding. ”

Lizzie tapped her finger lightly, and then locked the target of the spell in the center of the darkness: "I've already targeted the shot on that 'cocoon', although the speed may be a little faster in the future, but it should be no problem when you are ready." ”

The Rubik's Cube that unfolded from the two of them had expanded into a complex structure of several geometric objects, forming a dazzling array across the pitch-black sky. Under the reflection of the silver-white moonlight, the entangled magic circuits flowed with power that ordinary people could not supply.

Her fingertips pulled out several translucent threads, tightly attached to the silver mist around her, and they moved like marionettes with a slight movement of her fingers. Her magic stabbed into the spell along the connection, channeling the magic of nature the way she needed.

It may seem easy, but it's definitely not an easy job. At first, Lizzie simply raised her fingers, easily moving the general orientation of the spells, and when it was time to perform detailed operations, her hands began to move rapidly, leaving intricate intertwined lines in the air.

The more complex the structure, the more difficult it is to control the Rubik's cubes, because the algorithms required to maintain them have complex programs similar to the structure and are full of unsolvable variables. For ordinary people, just weaving three Rubik's Cubes with different structures nested within each other requires considerable thinking skills, which is enough to exhaust them, and Liqi, who is now controlling more than a dozen Rubik's Cubes connected together with her hands.

The black aura that wrapped around Lizzie faded as the mass was consumed, revealing her almost transparent spirit appearance. Her ability to spread spells to this Cheng dù now is not entirely her own power, most of her magic power comes from the magic cast by the moonlight.

Despite this, she was already very tired, and the heavy use of the magic in her body was undoubtedly cutting back on the necessary part of her spirit. But she couldn't stop, although she couldn't spare extra energy to absorb the free magic of the outside world, but if she chose to give up because the consumption was too great, then the previous efforts would be in vain.

In order to achieve the intended plan, some sacrifices are necessary. (To be continued......)