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That's what some magicians call "chaos," from animals like birds and beasts to monsters with anomalous powers—even insects or plants. All things that exist or do not originate here, and will eventually return here.

It was a state where even the basic concepts could be ambiguous, and countless inexplicable things were piled up and down in a "cauldron". Catrice City is often referred to as the "Cauldron of Chaos", but the chaos here is far from being compared to the real chaos.

While it is unknown if Sain Democra's so-called "Chaos Bloodline" has anything to do with it, Curt can be sure that the man wielding the greatsword has now gained great power through these things, and also because they have become a strange "creature".

Curt was now running around the neighborhood near the central plaza with him, occasionally taking care of the attacks he was unsuspecting from behind. He could hear the thunderous sound of breathing behind him, followed by a shrill noise like electricity.

Just as he was about to make the next corner, the wind suddenly changed direction, and a strong wind suddenly blew behind his head. In the next moment, a heatless flash of light was wrapped in a large amount of magical power, and in the dim light of the street lamp, a dark thunderbolt aimed at Curt's back tore through the air.

The feeling of danger tingled the nerves, but Curt seemed to have anticipated the other man's movements, and knew that such an attack would come from behind. He strode forward, leaping to the fence of a roadside building after a faster run-up, easily dodging the pitch-black lightning that was aimed at him.

The roar of the pop was heard through the silent streets for a moment, and Curt turned his head to see that it was not lightning, but a sharp blade wrapped around the raging darkness. The street he had set foot on had been lifted by the blade, leaving a huge scar on the ground, and the bricks and cement were scattered in all directions.

It's just a few seconds. The blade that entangled the darkness and condensed into a "thunderbolt" vanished, dissipating into the air as if it had never existed, leaving only traces of wanton destruction. The darkness that shimmered with an ominous glow floated in the air, tearing at the touch of a qiē.

This is not a physical blade. Rather, it was the magic that was released from the giant sword that the strong man who had turned into a "bull" still held in his hand. The blade sliced through the air, and distorted wind pressure erupted through the breach, carrying the most devastating darkness with it into the distance.

Curt breathed a sigh of relief as he stood by the wall, and then looked at the street where the dust had been kicked up by the shattered shockwaves - at the entrance to the alley there was a large figure slowly squeezing in.

The low wall that was not strong was torn apart with a slight blow, and the scattered earth and rubble were immediately swept away by his strong body. By the faint light. Curt could see the body made of darkness slowly wriggling, devouring large chunks of stone and turning it into its own armor.

The exterior wall of the bombarded building collapsed, cracking a gap slightly smaller than its body on the surface. The bull's muscular body slammed through the crumbling concrete, and several broken steel bars were swept into its body by the black mud, turning into twisted skeletons.

If it was a competition for the speed of a straight-line charge, then Curt would definitely not be able to compare to him who had turned into a beast with his upper and lower bodies, and his thick lower limbs could allow him to accelerate to a speed that surpassed that of an ordinary motor vehicle in an instant. If you fight it on flat terrain, you will be crushed by it in the blink of an eye.

Until then, Curt had taken advantage of his mobility to carry him around the streets, knowing that it would not be wise to engage the monster head-on. The only weapon had already been used before. Even if you pick up random objects and use them as weapons, you will not be able to deal effective damage to him.

The brawny man with the torso of a beast is like a runaway chariot, rampage through the streets, occasionally swinging the weapons that have become his arms, sweeping aside what stands in his way. Greatswords and warhammers - they are more than twice as large as they were originally, and some of the pieces that are sent flying are always swept into the pitch-black spiral, serving as a helper to strengthen its destructive abilities.

But perhaps because his body is too large, he also has a lot of inconveniences when moving, and it is even difficult to maintain the balance of his body at high speed. When Curt made a sharp turn into the inner side of the street, he almost fell to the ground due to the huge inertia.

That's why Curt deliberately led it into the narrow alleyway, even if he was able to crash through the walls of the building. It won't collapse the entire building. In the criss-crossing streets, Curt can rely on the terrain to bypass the opponent's attacks, so as not to be chased and beaten by him.

But this undoubtedly made the damage even bigger, and the claws extending from the back of the giant beast were attached to the arms of the human body. Swinging wildly as he moved. None of the surrounding houses were spared, all of them were smashed by the arms that connected the "greatsword" and the "warhammer".

Tonight was a no-brainer for the inhabitants of these neighborhoods—though Curt had a duty to bring the enemy here. The man who turned into a monster followed Curt closely, destroying everything he could see as if he were in a frenzy.

"I don't know what that Sain Democlera guy did, a failed product has such exaggerated destructive power. ”

Lizzie observed the beast rushing into the alley through Curt's vision, and commented disdainfully, "No, he must be a half-finished product - after all, he was barely able to suppress his body's rejection reaction." Not like those utter failures that were dissolved directly by the darkness. But what kind of influence did this guy have to make him into this strange shape that can't even be described in words?"

Even if Liki's face was not visible in the soul connection, Curt could still easily imagine the disdainful expression on Liqi's face. Although she was intrigued by Sain Democra's knowledge of spells, she was disgusted by the use of spells to create such ugly "monsters".

Although the appearance of his upper body still retains the outline of a human being, the black parts that tightly wrap his lower body and limbs seem to have completely subverted the structure of normal creatures.

The darkness that flowed from the male body condensed into a black beast half-body, which was also absorbing the fragments of the destroyed buildings to build its own body. With steel as the skeleton and stone as the carapace, it is spliced together to form a body like a crude puppet.

So how much does this body weigh? As he walks down the street, each step adds a gap to the ground. When it galloped, the earth seemed to tremble with his actions. His whole body was a terrible murder weapon, nothing could stop this terrifying impact, as long as he crashed into those obstacles, even the reinforced concrete exterior wall would be smashed open.

If it were a little heavier, would it break its own bones? Looking at the other man's bloated body, Curt couldn't help but think about the question - although it was not clear how dense the sticky black mud was, it almost crushed the ground just by walking down the street.

"Curt, turn left at the third junction ahead, and then take him to the main road. Lizzie seemed to have some plan in mind, and suddenly said to Curt, "It's an almost straight road, so be careful not to be caught up by him when you move." ”

Curt couldn't help but smile bitterly, Lizzie said it easily, but it was quite difficult to execute on his side, and the enemy behind him obviously didn't intend to let him go. When he ran to the so-called "third junction", he realized that it was a wide and flat street.

To be precise, it is a newly renovated shopping street, with a brand new ribbon between the shop pù, as if to celebrate its opening. There was no doubt that the street was about to be destroyed - the enemy behind it would not be considerate of the feelings of the others.

It was only a little more than two hundred meters away from the avenue that Lizzie was talking about, but Curt had to maintain his speed to not be overtaken by the rushing enemy. The rumbling footsteps of the monster trampling the ground were like approaching rolling thunder, and the sound of the building collapsing quickly approached behind Curt.

He flattened his arms like wings, letting the weapons in both hands sink into the building and drag them away, flying debris raining down the streets. The sound of crumbling was incessant, and his black bull-like lower limbs ran over the paved streets, turning up the ground that had not been paved for a long time.

The black beast was like a galloping chariot, and although his speed did not reach the limit, it was enough to catch up with Curt. In a moment, however, the former shopping street was in ruins, and the buildings and streets were all shattered by his charge.

The primordial destruction** completely dominated his mind, and the human part of the body seemed to be engulfed by the beast constructed of darkness. But it was also because he chose to destroy rather than pursue as fast as he could, which allowed Curt to break out of the shopping street that was already filled with building debris.

The avenue runs north and south of Catrice, and Curt returns to the central plaza with his enemies after a long circle in the lanes. The monster that destroyed the shopping street kept rushing straight at Curt, and was about to trample him under his feet.

However, the moment he rushed out of the shopping street, a pitch-black armored car sped from the south of the avenue and crashed into him with lightning speed. (To be continued.) )xh118