At any given time, the number of people in battle often determines the quality of the combatants, and outnumbering the enemy is nothing more than a lie in most cases.

Two fists may be able to match four hands, but one person cannot deal with an enemy that is many times or even dozens of times greater than a few times - just as a mighty beast is reluctant to fight a herd. When the ratio of numbers widens, minorities are often left with only despair in the face of numerical violence.

In Curt's impression, the only ones who can easily defeat dozens of times the enemy by themselves are those "heroes" who have become legends. In some oral folklore, heroes who don't know where they come from are often gifted and will not be afraid even in the face of the most formidable enemies.

"What's next?"

Lizzie glanced at the female archer who was barely standing on her own, and then said to Curt: "This guy can't hold on for long, even if I barely use spells to alleviate her injuries, it is impossible to completely heal those wounds No matter what, I must do my best to let the doctor treat her." ”

It seemed that she could still move on, but she was undoubtedly forcing her body to exert what little strength she had left, insisting on not letting herself fall.

And around them, the encirclement formed by the monsters showed no sign of retreating. After the winged monster let out that strange roar, the little monsters became visibly restless, and even the commanders responsible for restraining them took on a subtle look.

A slight waver appeared on the face of a piece of paper, which resembled a beast, but soon shouted out to the little monsters who had fallen into chaos around them, urging them to restore order to the array. On their side. The monsters wielding the crossbow machines have already wound up, and they will only need to wait for the commander's order to launch the next round of fire.

"What to do? None of them are moving now. But that doesn't mean we can let us go as we please," Curt smiled wryly and took a step forward, covering the two of them behind him. "Unless they really get out of the way, we're going to have to fight our way out. ”

When being surrounded by enemies becomes a fait accompli, there is no point in panicking - after all, the situation has become so bad that senseless panic only worsens it. Since they are all fighting each other, they can break through as long as they make reasonable use of their own advantages.

The monsters are quite thin and unexpectedly clumsy, and with the exception of a few high-ranking individuals, most of them have some difficulty even holding on to their weapons. What they lack is not only morale, but also the most basic training.

Curt quietly looked around, and Lizzie could use spells to block the enemy. Protect herself and the woman standing by her side. And according to the experience gained from the battle just now, even if the little monsters rush up, there will be no more than ten enemies to face at a time.

This is simple, because less than half of them who use short weapons - as opposed to humans - can put Curt in range of their attacks. In addition, when they have companions by their side, they can only choose to stab straight or swing their knives from above.

There are many enemies, but if you continue to consume their numbers, after those corpses fall to the ground. The remnants of the enemy will not be able to move freely. At that time, the enemy's siege formation could only be declared invalid, and in the next close battle, Curt did not consider himself at a disadvantage.

"It's you again. Curt Leinster. To be honest, I am amazed at every time you appear - how you, as an 'ordinary mercenary', have repeatedly interfered with our operations. "Just as Curt was figuring out the offensive line. A man's voice reached his ears.

Curt couldn't make out what emotion was contained in the words, only a mocking tone that made people feel deeply unhappy. He'd heard that once a while ago. The man who had created the black sun out of a strange metal pillar structure had spoken to him in a similar tone.

He hadn't forgotten that annoying face, and he was arrogant. The momentum of seeing a qiē as a chess piece in one's hand can make people feel unpleasant just by looking at it. Curt had thought he was a member of the True Eye, or the Ultramarines, but he had created the attack.

"I know there's no way these guys can stop you, you're more capable than most of the people I've seen in this city. Curt didn't react, and the other man's voice continued, "And I know very well that these guys can't stop you at all." ”

It's just that the person who speaks is not in this cave, as if there is something around it that serves as a microphone. After a careful generation, it was the winged monster that conveyed the voice for him, and the strange head spat out the voice of a human, and it parted the wall of small monsters and slowly stepped forward.

"Instead of passing the word and so on, is this monster a demon?"

Lizzie's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked up and down at the monster that seemed to be made of various materials, and said in disbelief, "That means this monster is a creature, not a chimera—how is that possible?"

Demonic, literally interpreted, is "a monster that is controlled by the magic of the apostle". Wizards use their magic to manipulate some monsters as their own servants, or to give creatures their own magical powers, giving them distinctive powers to assist them in their work.

Creatures can be transformed into demons, or if they aren't creatures, they can't.

Since ancient times, sorcerers have used various creatures to transform into their own demons through sorcery rituals, but they have never succeeded in making a non-creature being their apostle. Living corpses, gargoyles, and chimeras are magical creations that are nothing more than puppets.

It's not that Lizzie wants to cling to what she already knows, it's just that she's never seen such an unbelievable monster - it's like all chimeras, spliced together from all sorts of materials. If it was a natural creature, she couldn't think of what kind of environment would forge them.

"Listen to that madman, these things are a family raised by a guy called the 'Night God', and they exist as the opposite of humanity, like evil spirits. The female archer gritted her teeth and said slowly in a voice that only Curt and Lizzie could hear, "That bastard summoned a whole bunch of these filthy fellows out of nowhere, and took them in control as he pleased."

Her statement was a little strange, and Curt couldn't help but observe the little monsters by the light of the spell. It took him a moment to notice the subtle differences between the little monsters—not just in the most intuitive skin tones, but also in their shapes and appearances.

For example, the little men at the front line, who are very similar to those shot by female archers. The thin, short bodies looked like emaciated old men, and their wrinkled skin was stronger than the leather armor they wore on them, making it difficult to understand the significance of the armor on their bodies.

The little monsters that had previously been the squad commander had become junior non-commissioned officers—they were slightly larger than the lowest-level enemies, and their rocky skin was much harder. Perhaps because they are more intelligent than their subordinates, they are also responsible for shooting with crossbows.

Curt had thought of them as the same kind of wild elves, but now that they look at it, they may be very different from those creatures. Humanoids distorted by spells, overly simplistic thinking abilities, and physical inconsistencies that do not match their bodies, and are stronger than those of adult males, if they are trained for a period of time, their superior wrist strength and toughness will definitely make them excellent warriors.

"I think I've heard the term 'Night God' somewhere you said it. Lizzie was silent for a moment, as if remembering something, "If I'm not mistaken, this is the heretical god recorded in the Holy Scriptures of the Wigginas Cult and the greatest enemy of the Sun God. ”

Curt almost couldn't laugh when he heard that it was another Wigginas sect - the recent events had nothing to do with it. He really couldn't figure out what was going on, and although the sect had once flourished among Osattaria, it was now only a minority faith.

Until then, the beliefs of the Wigienas had never been noticed by Curt, but now it is difficult to ignore their existence. This chaotic vortex has already swept all of them into it, and the man who is using the demon to speak to them undoubtedly has an inexplicable relationship with the sect.

The black sun summoned by sacrificing the lives of the Slots, the wasteland that the "sun" reached through guò, and the sludge that lurked beneath the wasteland. The decayed and corrupted life force was transformed into magic, the power of the mage—and that had a clear connection to the strange Rubik's Cube.

Curt pondered, trying to connect the pieces of the puzzle, but they were too fragmented to capture the full picture of events. And just when he wanted to further recall the connection between these events, the other party was no longer going to give him more time to think.

"So now, I'm going to be kind to you and give you one last chance to choose. ”

The arrogant voice slowly stated his opinion: "The first choice, you leave that woman behind, and then we have nothing to do with each other, and I can no longer pursue what you did before." And the other, you can leave from here and wait for the final reckoning. ”

As if trying to show his sincerity, the monsters moved slowly, making way for the exit. His words were not so much a threat as an ultimatum to his actions - as long as the second option was chosen, then it would be a formal war with him. (To be continued......)