Clusters of blood-colored flames were lit up, but no heat was felt in the deliberately carved out space, only the ever-expanding power poured into the surrounding mechanical structure.

His once-powerful arm was now broken, and the blood oozing from the scars stained his body red. The little bit of life force that flowed out of the body had been depleted, and even the pain had gradually disappeared, replaced by the coldness caused by the loss of blood.

There wasn't much time left in his life this time, and maybe as long as the other party exerted some more pressure, the magic that coiled around him would tear him to pieces. The hours of torture had finally come to an end, but Curt didn't think the other party's plan would end there.

"So, O Curt Leonster, who has inherited the blood of the Raven from the roots of Chaos, your life is about to return to the depths of the waters, and the power contained in the bloodline will continue to exist as the cornerstone of the new order. Sain Democlera looked at Curt with a solemn face, holding a strangely shaped dagger in his hand, "Do you have any last words as an indispensable part of the great plan?"

The mana continued to expand, and as the energy source that powered the massive mechanical structure, the surging mana roared into the surrounding metal structures. Ancient words shimmered with dazzling brilliance, leaving a burning trail of light on the surface of the tools made of unknown metal.

The mages standing in the corner of the room were engrossed in controlling the magic, inducing the power that was free of air to be infused into the container. However, both the people who were working and the people who were walking on the standby were all caught up in a strange sense of exaltation, intoxicated by the colossal structure of spells.

Wizards often need to put their heart and soul into casting spells. As a result, they tend to have a higher ability to feel than the average person, and at the same time. They are also fairly susceptible to anomalous magical powers. There seems to be some kind of madness hidden in these magics, so the people who manipulate them will also be affected by them.

It's an anomalous cycle. The mad sorcerer unleashed his magic, and the magic mixed with the madness was woven into the magic of the surrounding space, and then transmitted to the natural magic of the surrounding space. With those few metal structures as the core, anomalous magic gradually filled the space.

"Last word, I never thought of such a thing. ”

Faced with this mage who was about to kill him, Curt said solemnly: "Although I have thought many times about how I will die, I never expected to be in the middle of this civilized world, and become a sacrifice of the primitive ritual in the hands of the mage who founded civilization." ”

The seeming resemblance reminded Curt of what he had seen inside the Colossus of Rock, and he looked up at the space above his head with a smile. As expected, above his own head, with the "altar" as the center. A large black sun floats over.

It's like a colorful world that has been cut open, and then filled with a substance that is only dark and condensed into a sphere. It seemed to respond to the magic that poured into its body, bursting out of the sphere with several purple-black electric rays that crisscrossed the entire hall.

This is not the first time he has seen it, but after observing it up close, Curt has to admit that this black sun is a unique sight that is rare to see in a lifetime. The massive orb floated in midair, releasing a presence powerful enough to overwhelm everything present.

At a cursory glance, it is not much different from its previous appearance, except that many complex patterns appear on the surface wrapped in purple-black electric light. They surround a sphere that rotates at a fast and slow speed. Countless illegible afterimages were left behind.

It looked like some kind of crude ancient writing, but before anyone could recognize the fleeting light and shadow, it sank into the dark matter.

As always, as ominous as the dark sun, as if to confirm this impression. Countless purple-black lightning bolts surrounded it, shooting aimlessly in all directions. The mage who was hit by the black lightning turned to ash in the blink of an eye, but his comrades who followed him were unmoved. Picking up the still dusty spell tool, he continued to inject magic into the metal structure until it was shattered by the lightning again.

Look at the sorcerers who have been reduced to consumables. Curt said mockingly, "Look, didn't I say that before?" Meaningless dedication to life, I can't think of any suitable adjective other than 'pathetic'. Are these guys really human beings who wantonly make sacrifices for meaningless plans, and then watch themselves fall victim indifferently?"

Curt's blood seeped into the Rubik's cube drawn on the ground as he swirled through the whirling device, and in front of the metal pillars in the four corners of the room, shattered sorcerers returned as dirty blood. The plasma of the two fused together to add a new color to the ancient characters depicted on the ground.

The mages continued to die, but the vacant positions were soon filled by a new person, and the brief pause did not affect the operation of the Rubik's Cube. The wails of the dead echoed all around, and Curt's faint voice barely even penetrated into the space filled with eerie sounds.

Meticulous rituals, mad magicians, everything in this space is delicately balanced, and the atmosphere is terrifyingly tense. They seem to fit so tightly that one feels like anything else is going to fall apart if you force it into another being.

"Hmph, I really deserve to be a descendant of 'crows', and the more times like this, the more difficult it is to suppress the nature in the bloodline. Unable to hear the slightest joy or sorrow, Sain Democlus responded indifferently to Curt's ridicule, "But after all, you are just an ordinary person who is confined to common sense and order, not only killing, even if you sacrifice your life, you should not hesitate in the slightest, only in this way can you become the creator of a new order." ”

Speechless, Curt stared blankly at the sorcerers who didn't care about death, and no matter what the reason was, this alone made people feel cold. He was even a little curious about what Sain Democlera had done to make these people so obedient.

For a moment, he almost didn't know how to refute the sorcerer on the other side, because he wasn't quibbling, but overconfident in his own theories. I'm afraid that no words will shake this madman, and if he casually throws out half-baked theories, he will be hit head-on.

However, upon seeing Sain Democra's emotionless eyes, he almost instantly perceived something hidden beneath the surface. This man is indeed a madman, but he is not for his own selfish desires, but has inexplicable ambitions.

"I see, I think I'm still thinking too much. Thinking of this, Curt smiled and said, "Sure enough, you are a madman, a madman in every bit." ”

The pursuit of fame and fortune by individuals is sometimes harmless to humans and animals, while some "great ideals" can destroy everything. The sorcerer in front of him may not be interested in anything other than his own goal, because it is a matter of course for him, and he easily tramples everything towards his goal.

Neither self-confidence nor conceit can match such a crazy self-centeredness - there is probably no "other" in his world at all, and perhaps it can be argued that the so-called "other" is probably not regarded by him as the same human beings as himself.

"You don't have to think, you never have. ”

In the face of Curt's provocative speech, Sain Democlera simply shook his head indifferently: "Then, it's time to say goodbye, Curt Leonster, and you will soon be part of the cornerstone of the new world, and be honored for it." ”

Neither taunt nor anger meant anything to the sorcerer, and he rubbed the strange-shaped dagger in his hand slightly, and stepped forward step by step.

Curt's blood is connected to the operation of the entire Rubik's Cube, in other words, the life that flows from his body is becoming the energy source for the operation of the dark "sun". In the past, the slow output was probably to maintain the stability of the spell, but now it is necessary to increase the energy output in one go.

In other words, the other party is now going to end his life, so that the remaining blood in his body will spurt out in one breath, becoming the magic power that is constantly circulating in the huge Rubik's Cube.

"I'm sorry to waste so much time. However, Curt was undaunted, and instead showed a smile like a crescent moon in the sky, "Although I would like to say goodbye to you or something, I can't just die here now." ”

Bang!

A heavy roar came from not far away, and with the thunderous sound, the makeshift stronghold also let out a mournful roar. The earth trembled, and the sound of steel crushing and glass shattering mingled with the sound of heavy objects crashing.

Even a sorcerer like Sain Democlera struggled to maintain his body in the face of the sudden and violent vibrations. He fell to the ground in an instant, and the dagger that he had clenched in his hand flew out, falling into the corner of the room after jumping and jumping.

It was almost like an earthquake, but the roar that was getting closer was clearly caused by the explosion, and it was clear that explosions were constantly going on around the stronghold, and the roar of shattering shook the entire building. In the distance, I heard another loud "Bang Dong!" from afar, and the place where the sound came from got closer and closer, and even the magicians who had fallen into a frenzy were staggering, almost unable to keep the Rubik's Cube running.

And between these voices, Curt's face was full of smiles, and although it seemed to be only a slightly spasmodic expression, it vaguely revealed the joy of the successful plan. (To be continued......)