The magic projectiles fired by Sain Demokra emitted a fishy smell, and the projectiles entangled in purple-black brilliance all seemed to be made of thick smudge.

The moment they roared to the ground, they were intercepted by the gust of wind that had struck them, and the Rubik's cube condensed inside was torn apart in the blink of an eye. A red glow exploded in midair, and the red impact that spread out swept through several gaps in the remaining ruins of the surrounding buildings.

After a long while, the scattered blood-colored dust gradually dissipated, and in the gradually spreading pale blue magic, an old man with a book in his hand appeared. In front of Sain Democra's eyes, there was a large amount of air magic wrapped around him, and it looked as if he had formed heraldic wings.

Right before Curt's eyes, Cruise François, the sorcerer known as the "Wind of the Twelve" was suspended in mid-air, and the air around him was enlivened by the magic that spread out. I have to say that this mage's ability is worthy of the title he has, and the moment he appeared, the magic power that had been in chaos began to break away from the other party's control little by little under the guidance of the wind.

"You're coming slowly, Dean François. ”

Seeing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Seeing that this guy's ritual has been completed for most of the time and you haven't appeared, I thought you would have to smear oil on the soles of your feet when you saw that the situation was not good--in that case, no matter how many lives I have, it will be the end of being pressed to the ground and killed by him." ”

Curt already knew that it would be unwise to enter a war of attrition with the other side, because although the other party appeared to be only one person, they had the power of dozens or even hundreds of people on top of each other. At the time, Curt was almost alone with Sain Democra, and as time went by. His disadvantage became even more apparent.

In the previous battle, Hermia and Carlrota had already consumed most of their stamina. Lizzie was almost blown away from color. The sorcerers on the periphery would be reluctant to deal with the monsters created by Sein Democlavus, if they were allowed to rush to the center of the ritual. Then the best result may be just because the body is destroyed by magic and has no way to use it as the "fuel" of the Rubik's Cube.

Even if Curt's body can return to its pre-destroyed state, the mana and stamina consumed in a short period of time will not be replenished immediately. However, the other party was different, and the ancient text sequences surrounding the entire space had formed a cycle of magical power, and its number was far more than several times that of the several people present combined.

The Rubik's Cube operated by Sain Democlera has the power of hundreds of lives circulating, and the Rubik's Cube that has consumed hundreds of lives will continue to replenish his consumed power, and the remnants of the Eye of True Vision that invaded here before have also become fuel for the spell structure.

"Irrational bravery is not courage, but the worst form of recklessness - the enemy will not suffer the slightest loss from my recklessness, but will set more traps against us. Dean François smiled lightly. The seemingly indifferent countered Curt's ridicule.

And while he was saying these words, his battle continued, and one by one the whirling storm destroyed the magic bullets that tried to attack him. The storm brought a chill, and the raging mana of the space melted under the touch of the cold, and then was swept into the cold wind.

There is no doubt - they, these magicians with the concept of "air", are obeying the guidance of Dean François to fight his enemies. Blood red and pale blue, the magic of the two colors are constantly tearing each other, gradually forming two Rubik's cube structures with different styles.

Let your magic power be against the spell rituals that the other party has laid out beforehand. Cruise François exclaimed: "You should almost be captured, right?" Sain Democlera I don't know if your name is your real name, and perhaps you think you can overwhelm me - but I must tell you that the Guards stationed in the capital are approaching, and you will face an army of regular sorcerers. ”

The remnants of the Eye of Truth may have more combat power than ordinary mages. They put all their talents into the study of combat, refining more efficient means of killing. Those thugs have a chance to be good fighters because their individual combat effectiveness is quite good.

And if you compare them with a regular army. That would be pointless - undisciplined thugs can never be compared to modernly trained soldiers. Not only in terms of numbers and the ability to work together, but also in terms of the equipment they hold cannot be compared with the military.

"Hmph. I had long expected that stupid people would only stand in the way of great changes, but these miscellaneous fish would eventually be eliminated by me. There was a cold glow in his pupils. As if it were a sharp sword, "You can't do anything, neither you nor them." ”

How arrogant does a man have to be to dare to confront hundreds of people who are tightly united? It has nothing to do with the degree of strength, and it may not be easy for even the most powerful mage to attack a few hundred unarmed peasants.

What's more, there are quite a few mages on the other side, and their combat experience far exceeds that of this person who uses the "Bloodline of Chaos" to give himself strange powers. A few minutes of concentrated fire, if they wished, would be enough to flatten a medium-sized town.

However, Sain Democla may have felt that he was no longer invincible, and the constant darkness pouring into his body gave him the illusion of this. His body was also constantly mutating, and the twisted purple-black lightning made his body seem to expand several times from its original foundation.

The filthy magic, along with the black blood sludge, flowed into the trajectory prepared by Sain Democlus, seeping into the atmosphere after a cycle. In a few breaths, the dazzling light had already dominated most of the sky, and the blood-colored clouds that weighed down like mountains were breathless.

In an instant, dozens or hundreds of lightning bolts burst out of his body in all directions, most of them shooting towards Dean François at the forefront, but there were still a large number of them that crossed the wind he sent out and swept towards Curt and the others who were still on the ground.

"Hmph, get out of here!"

Sensing that the black lightning was scattering through his own wind, Dean François immediately warned the people behind him and adjusted his magic to divert the enemy's attacks. But the warning seemed to be a little late, and several bolts of lightning swept past Curt in a fraction of a second.

The other party obviously didn't care about the stability and hit rate of his attack at all, he was just frantically wielding that huge amount of magic power. The scattered remnants of light were like thunderstorms, and the flesh and blood of hundreds of people alone had almost the destructive power of natural disasters, constantly destroying the platforms on which they could stand.

In this chaotic bombardment, dodging at will will put you in danger, and if you choose to resign yourself to fate, it will be like killing yourself. If it weren't for the wind wall formed by Dean François's partial magic power to block the oncoming purple and black electric light, the three of them would have been shattered by the condensed magic power long ago.

"Are you still in the mood to care about other people?"

Just blocking the overwhelming electric light was already a problem for Cruise François, and he was even more distracted by the fact that he was distracted by a part of his magic to protect Curt. Just after blocking a flash of lightning that shot directly into his chest, the mage on the opposite side actually took advantage of the flash of light to rush in front of him.

The magic of life has a terrifying lethality in the operation of this mage, and the ancient words that surround him alone reveal terrifying power. He smashed through the wall set by Abbot François, sweeping aside the winds around him with a few scattered bolts of magic.

Crackle - crackle!

In an instant, sparks flew in all directions, and a thick blood-colored lightning bolt shot out of Sein Democra's hand and shot towards Dean François's head. The roaring mana was enveloped in blood-red light, and a piercing beep surged forward.

At close range, Cruise François, who defended the crowd behind him, had almost no way to dodge it, and could only watch as the attack was fired at him. However, Sain Democla suddenly noticed that the sorcerer opposite him did not show any nervousness, but calmly threw the book in his hand forward.

Boom -

As soon as it was too late, the blood-colored lightning struck the book thrown by Dean François in a matter of moments, bursting with a blinding red light. However, in the midst of this explosion, a colorless light bloomed, erasing all the surrounding blood-colored remnants from the space.

The stream of mana was swallowed up by the colorless, and instead the book that hit it did not move, and it looked as if the book had produced some kind of incredible power that sucked the attack in. In just a few breaths, the electric light that attacked François was completely engulfed, and there was no longer the slightest residual magic around him.

"What"

Even for Sain Democra, what was happening in front of him could have been unexpected, and Curt even noticed that his expression was almost frozen. This is probably the first time that a human-like expression has appeared on this mage's face, albeit only for a moment.

"You should also know that there is such a thing as a spell device, and it is often thought of when it is made. ”

Receiving the book in his hand, Dean François said, "Since the 'core' of this ritual is the inheritance of the ancestors stolen from the Castrice Academy, it is natural that the Academy also has countermeasures in its hands, I think you should have considered it before preparing for the operation, right?"

He stared proudly at the enemy whose surprised expression had not yet dissipated, and the blue magic around him had collided head-on with the spell on the opposite side, trying to tear it apart. (To be continued......)