Life is a precious thing because it is only once for most people, so most people will prioritize self-preservation in life-or-death situations.

As if in response to the wrath of those magicians, it didn't take long for the magic in the air to calm down, and then it raged again. But it's a matter of course to think about it, if you change to Curt or Lizzie, if you are crushed to pieces by an armored vehicle, it will also be unbearable.

However, it is unknown whether these guys still have human thoughts and feelings, after all, these mages have clearly deviated from the human part and become some kind of anomalous being. If this is the creation of Sain Democra's goal, it is a bit too appalling.

It can still be restored to its original state after being damaged by this kind of process, at least in terms of performance, it is close to the existence of "immortality". Even the corpse controlled by the magic probably does not have such tenacity, but the so-called "chaotic bloodline" can make the person who is certain to die stand up again.

Obviously, it's not just the blood that fuses into their bodies that gives them strength, but also the red liquid that can be found everywhere around them. The purpose of these "plasma" is not just to get them back on their feet again - because doing so is at best creating mindless undead.

At least from the information we have so far, the known undead are not able to use spells. Because they are basically just puppets controlled by magicians, they have lost the idea of controlling their magical power, and they do not have the ability to build complex and sophisticated Rubik's Cubes.

But these mages are different, their eyes still have the flame of will burning, and the magic power that is closed in them exudes an astonishing intensity. But their heads have not been able to return to their original state until now. The shattered skull was still wriggling with strange slime.

Soon, the tattered sorcerers were almost repaired by the plasma. Although there were still many blood stains on their bodies, it no longer affected their movements. The sorcerers stooped down and picked up the broken iron spears. Twisting them in their hands, the blood-colored magic coiling around it almost in the blink of an eye, and the broken metal was joined together by red blood.

Anger had consumed their sanity, and the churning red magic rose like flames, wrapping around the barely connected iron spear. Looking at their menacing appearances, almost at the moment when they recovered their combat strength, they were about to take revenge on the group for the collision they had just feuded.

These guys have regained the strength to fight, but the group staying in the car is going to be uncomfortable. Although the group had gained a slight advantage due to the rampage of the light armored vehicles before, they never expected that the enemy would be able to recover so quickly.

The only thing to be thankful for is. The enemy formation surrounding the mages has been broken up, and most of the monsters have been torn to shreds by the magic in the storm not long ago. Otherwise, if they were allowed to continue to maintain the encirclement formation, the group would have nowhere to escape even if they wanted to.

The mages were the only ones who still had a fight, and their iron rods were wrapped in a solid layer of crimson magic, holding them in their hands like a long sword. The magic around them was like an over-burning flame, constantly devouring the moisture around them.

It took them less than a quarter of an hour to recover from the shards, but a portion of their bodies had apparently been replaced with some kind of makeshift replacement. Metal, stone, and even charred wood, all available materials were wrapped in dirt and embedded in the parts they had lost. These things appeared to retain their original hardness on the surface, but they didn't hinder their movements.

"I see, their bodies are the same as that guy. Will absorb something else in place of the original flesh - if so, maybe there is a way to get rid of them here. Silently observing the trajectory of the enemy's movements, Curt pondered a solution to the dilemma.

Obviously, there is a limit to the recovery power of these magicians, and the wreckage that has been scorched by electricity shows no sign of recovering - they have completely lost their vitality. Apparently. When scorched in a heat that can incinerate flesh in an instant, even the raging blood cannot maintain its original strength.

The "Bloodlines of Chaos" implanted into them by Sain Democlus is the source of the power of these sorcerers and the key to maintaining their bodies. Other words. If you can find a way to stop this "bloodline" from having its effect, you can destroy them, and perhaps the easiest way to do that is to burn them out with heat. Whether it is blood or flesh, being burned to ashes means losing its original structure.

This might be an effective way to defeat these guys. If the mage in the car still had the strength, he might have already thrown a spell like a fireball to attack. However, in order to break through the high wall of flesh and blood, they had already consumed all the mana of their bodies, and they still couldn't recover their strength.

After thinking for a while, Curt suddenly whispered to the sorcerer who was in charge of the armored car: "I'm sorry, can this car still move? You don't need to run far, as long as you can break through the enemy's blockade and reach the central square, if the people of the other teams are still alive, they should have already gathered there." ”

The plan of response soon came out - the only people in this carload who could fight in the rain of blood without caring about being infected were Curt and Lizzie. Carrota or Hermia can fight their enemies, but if they are also influenced by Sain Democra's use of the "Bloodline of Chaos", it may become a more problematic existence than any enemy he has encountered in the past, and Curt does not want to fight them.

Although the sorcerer's research object has always been human, and has not specialized in the bloodlines of different races, the effect of these things on them should not be obvious. However, if there is any abnormal change in the "Chaotic Bloodline" in them, not to mention that Cruise François may not be able to find a solution, and even the initiator may not have a solution.

"It will take about two to three quarters to cool down."

The mage showed an embarrassed expression, the condition of the armored car was worse than he thought: "The problem is that this is only the time it takes for the core to cool down, and most of the other parts have been burned out due to mana overload, even if you use all your strength to repair it, you won't be able to get it back to work for a while." ”

The act of filling in the magic crystals just now forcibly drove the car, but it also damaged the mechanical structure of the car, and it took a long time for the professional maintenance team to repair it. The driving wizard can use spells to perform simple repairs, but it is not easy to solve these things.

The mere need to repair the burned wiring under the control panel left him exhausted, and he couldn't solve the problem with spells now that his magic was in chaos. He was seen holding a small metal pole and fiddling with it under the control panel, tearing out the burnt wiring and replacing it with spare parts - but looking at it that way, it might have been easier to replace it entirely.

"How long will it take for a while?" Curt couldn't help but smile bitterly, even if he didn't know anything about the damage to the armored car, he could see a thing or two, this was obviously not a difficulty that could be solved lightly, "Anyway, those guys won't give us so much time-"

Before he could finish speaking, Curt turned and rushed out of the carriage, brandishing the crow's beak hammer in his hand and slamming it into the iron spear pointed at the armored car, sending out a sharp echo. He felt like he had hit a rock, and his mouth tingled from the backlash.

Where the hammer and spear intersected, the mana of the two men tore at each other, the pale mana wrapped around the tip of the hammer, pressing down on the enemy with Curt's power. Just as Curt felt a little struggling and wanted to mobilize more mana to blast the enemy, the crimson mana instantly became dazzling.

Clang!

There was another terrifying roar, and the blood-colored magic wrapped in the iron spear soared, and it swooped down on Curt like a tsunami. In the blink of an eye, the huge force surging from the front directly flew Curt out, and he adjusted his direction several times in the air before he could barely unload the force.

"Whew-what an exaggerated magical power, these guys are really worthy of Sain Democra's masterpiece, and even this kind of place has a corresponding level. Curt shook his head and smiled bitterly, the strength of the enemy was much stronger than he thought, but it was still possible to just hold them back.

I don't know whether it was a demonstration or a mockery, but the repulsed Curt swung his war hammer twice at random, blocking between the enemy and the armored vehicle where everyone was. In addition to the sorcerer who had rushed over just now, four of his companions had approached, but their eyes were clearly not on him.

Perhaps, in their eyes, an "ordinary person" who can only wield a war hammer to fight does not threaten them, and cannot even constitute combat effectiveness. Curt doesn't have much magic power, but he's just a pebble in his way, and it only takes a random blow to blow him away.

What they were really afraid of was Lizzie who stayed in the car, so they didn't dare to act rashly - the magician who had just launched the attack was probably just a temptation. Although the girl has not taken any action so far, the magic in her body has become more conspicuous now that the natural magic has fallen into chaos, as if it is a fire shining in the deep dark night, and the huge power is difficult to be ignored by others even if it is suppressed in the body.

Warm raindrops fell from the blood-colored clouds in the sky, dripping little by little on Curt's body, and the viscous liquid was filled with the sweet smell of blood, making people's brains feel slightly numb. It seemed that the rain had also mixed with the "blood of chaos", and he could feel the uneasy force still trying to seep into his body. (To be continued......)