The moment the long knife struck his enemy, Curt felt the darkness around him dissipate like a mist, dissipating into the restless air.

The light of the knife reflected the moon phase, and Curt jumped up with the swift momentum of the knife, kicked the huge body in front of him hard, and then turned back and jumped to the wall not far away. The slightly hot blood mixed with a little flowing black mud, and as soon as it was sprinkled on the ground, it disappeared as if it had evaporated.

Naturally, the human skin and muscles could not resist the sharp blades, and the long knife infused with all its strength tore through the giant man's body, leaving a terrifying wound from the lower half of his waist and abdomen to his shoulder. He took two steps back, most of his massive body stained red with blood.

It would have been fatally wounded to an ordinary person, but the man stood as if unscathed. The giant sword was still easily rested on his shoulder, and the darkness entangled in his body seeped directly into his blood through the wounds on his body, staining the hot blood into a deep black.

"Tut-tut, this is more difficult than I thought - you should also think about whether you will be put on the table when you make a deal with that madman. ”

Curt shook his head helplessly, the darkness had been rooted in the bone marrow of this giant man, flowing in every corner of his body. There are only two things he can do now, watch the enemy turn into ↘ a real monster step by step, or kill him here before then.

It's easy to say, but it's not easy to do, at least the giant man in front of him won't sit there and let Curt slash at his head with a long knife. He looked defenseless now, but if Curt dared to approach him, he would definitely be attacked like a storm.

The enemy is strong. And Curt himself faces a lot of problems - such as the weapons in his hands that are already close to the limit. Although this long knife forged from steel is Curt's usual thing, it is definitely not a magic weapon. A short period of rough use quickly caused problems with it.

Standing at the base of the wall, Curt shook the long knife lightly, and immediately felt an abnormal feel coming from the hilt. It's not just the connecting part of the shank. Large and small cracks also appeared on the blade of the metal, and if the magic power inside was not infused to maintain it, the long knife might have disintegrated.

If Lizzie was present, he could have used spells to manipulate the metal structure for simple repairs, but now he could barely keep the long knife in a usable state with his magic. If you collide with a greatsword like before, even if you can grasp the right time and angle to avoid being damaged by the reaction force, it will probably not take a few times for it to break due to the collision, and you will have to pick up something and use it.

Curt on one side is in trouble because of the weapon, but the giant man on the other side won't give him a chance to breathe. The wounds on his body had been completely filled with black, leaving a strangely shaped scar. The limbs, which were already over-strong, almost became aliens, turning into a distorted appearance.

The flesh at the wound turned from dark red to deep black, and then slowly ooze, turning into tiny tentacles that constantly wriggled, like new flesh buds. His eyes glistened with a strange glow, and he looked directly at Curt, faintly dripping some pitch-black liquid from them.

Misty darkness emanated from his body again, but this time they didn't seem so thick, just a little gaseous existence. Shadows spread from beneath his feet to the surroundings. His shadow covered him, drawing the outline of a beast on the ground.

Through the silver moonlight, Curt saw the strange shadow—the silhouette was still that of the man, but the siblings had taken the form of beasts. Under the moonlight. It twisted into an eerie shape, as if it were some kind of monster from an old story.

In the faint darkness, Curt saw his hideous face. From time to time came from his mouth a misty darkness. The liquid that flowed out of his eyes seemed to be diluted black mud, and it didn't take long for it to melt into his body. Then, under the guidance of some force, it turned into a war paint attached to the body.

His current appearance had become several times more dangerous than before, and a dim light lit up from time to time on his strong body. Sketch out what those tattoos will look like. He walked silently towards Curt, leaving a footprint on the ground with each step, and darkness that seemed to be burning.

The surrounding members of the garrison and the mages had already evacuated, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on Curt's face as he looked at the approaching enemy. He took a few steps forward in the direction the other man was running from, and then smashed the nearly shattered knife in his hand into the enemy's face.

The Berserker, who was steadily moving forward, had already prepared for Curt's assault, and he put his hands in front of his face and continued to advance in Curt's direction without wavering. The arm that covered his face obscured his vision, and the next moment, he suddenly heard a sharp roar of metal shattering.

The long knife infused with a large amount of magic exploded in front of him, and the fiery metal shards burst out like a barrage, piercing directly into his body. In an instant, blackened blood gushed out of his body, and the high-temperature fragments embedded in his body sliced through the muscles and burned the wounds.

Even if he lost his free will, being hit directly by a large number of metal fragments in an instant made the man who looked like a monster stop and roared. Taking advantage of the moment his pace slowed, Curt quickened his pace, leaped forward as he could charge the fastest, kicked his legs hard in his face, and then used the giant's arm as a fulcrum to throw his body into the air like a spring.

The magic attached to the blade fragments burst out in an instant, and the blinding light engulfed the giant man's body in the blink of an eye. The heat stirred the air, and the steaming waves caused a distorted illusion of the desert sky around it, as if it would be scorched by the heat at the slightest touch.

After half a circle in the air, Curt gathered his mana in front of him, creating a block of mana that he could borrow. With a slight step, his tall and thin body jumped farther away, rushing out of the air for more than ten meters before falling silently to the ground.

Feeling the heat coming from behind him, Curt couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the long knife that had been completely destroyed by his own rough use. But this "guilt" only existed for a moment, and the next moment he ran away, not caring how much damage the magic burst had caused to the enemy.

In fact, he was 100% sure that the magic was not enough to kill him. Even if he was seriously injured, the man would not hesitate to carry out Sain Democra's orders, and the darkness attached to him would penetrate deep into his body while he was injured, bringing him closer to the monster.

It's a vicious cycle, Curt has to keep attacking him if he wants to take down the berserker, but the damage dealt is constantly filled by the black mud, changing the structure of his body. Now that he had no way to break free from Sain Democra's control, Curt's attack would only sink him deeper and deeper.

Not long after he ran forward, he heard a low roar of the ground behind him, as if a humanoid armored vehicle was chasing him. Looking back, the berserker was completely enveloped in black mud, and he was as complete an alien as the embodiment of Sain Democra.

The man's lower body took the shape of an animal—it seemed as if he were a giant black bull, and where his body stood was the bull's head. The thick arms stretched out to the sides, and one of them fused with the giant sword, turning into a terrifying murder weapon.

The greatsword that became an extension of the limb swung wildly, shattering everything it touched, while on the other side, the twisted limb absorbed the shattered rock and steel, like a warhammer. Completely specialized as an alien for the sake of fighting, this man can no longer be seen as a human.

Looking at the monsters that easily brought destruction to the surrounding Yiqiē, Curt secretly said no, and immediately accelerated his pace and continued to rush out. The street was torn apart by the ravages of the monsters, and the buildings on both sides of the street were torn apart by his weapons.

"Curt, you're really not presentable, I thought you could deal with them, but I didn't expect to be chased by such a monster and run around the streets. Just as Curt pondered where to flee, Liggie's voice rang in her head again, but her tone seemed relaxed.

As if she already knew the origin of this monster, she whispered softly in Curt's ear: "This is what Sain Democla called 'Chaos Blood', right? ”

She seems to have gotten a lot of information from Cruise François, which is why she seems so relaxed – and thinks of a solution to the problem.

And there's something called the "Bloodline of Chaos", which Sain Democla called the Slots possess and squeezes a huge amount of magic out of their lives. I don't know if this ferocious darkness has something to do with it, but they are undoubtedly the focus of the sorcerer's research.

Curt still didn't know what the so-called "Chaos Bloodline" was, and the closest thing he could think of was the demons gathered beyond the Western Sea. As a human being, they have a powerful bloodline mixed with their bodies, so there are more or less mutations.

Curt hadn't visited their realm before, but he had seen some visiting demons in the Imperial Capital - these "people" usually looked like ordinary people, but when necessary, they would display the power of their ancestors, and their bodies would show some alien characteristics.

Their changes may be somewhat similar to the current man's mutations, but his changes are clearly due to the influence of external forces rather than innate abilities. The muddy darkness is the culprit of the change, changing the recipient's appearance when empowered.

However, Curt thought it was a little strange, if Sain Democra's research was related to the demons, then why didn't he attack them and instead target the Slots......?