The enemy deliberately lured himself into this place, and he wanted to completely destroy him here, and Curt had already been mentally prepared for such a thing.

Dozens or even hundreds of monsters surrounded him, and some monsters with long-range attack capabilities could no longer suppress the urge to destroy and attack him. The magical aura that erupted like raindrops swept in, and in this almost suffocating flow, there was only a lone figure.

It was impossible to escape from this situation, and in this flow of mana that was tumbling with powerful elemental power, even the metal frame furniture would be wiped out. The flickering brilliance is almost a torrent of pure destructive power, and it is delusional for humanity to survive in it.

However, in the face of such a situation, Curt just stared silently at the magic surging towards him, and his face did not waver in the slightest. It seems that even if there is really only one ending of "death" ahead, he will not be ready to accept his fate without any hesitation.

However, this does not mean that he will be killed—rather, it is the complete opposite, and even if it is a certain death, he will choose to fight to the death. This has nothing to do with the curse of "immortality" on his body, but it is just because of his character, and perhaps it is because of this character that he will be haunted by this curse.

So just before the wave of magic crashed into the lonely figure, he suddenly took a small step in the direction it was coming from. A hand that had been mounted on a crow's beak warhammer grabbed the almost ragged clothes, ripped a palm-sized strip of rag from it and threw it out.

Crackling!

The torn strip of rag floated in the direction of Curt's arm to the "wave", and the magic wrapped in it suddenly burst into a burst of blue-white electric light. And the strips of rags that touched the magic were not torn. Instead, it flew up and down in the surging air.

It was just a rag infused with a little magic, but it managed to block the rapid expansion of the current, causing it to stagnate in front of Curt for a moment. The rudimentary Rubik's cube is embedded in the nodes of the opponent's magic. Let a strange gap appear in the powerful "wave".

Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy's offensive stalled slightly, Curt immediately took a big step forward, brandished the war hammer in his hand and rushed into the group of monsters. The magic that flowed through the hammer was like a gale, and it smashed into the enemy's head as Curt rushed forward.

Only a few "snaps-" were heard, and several small monsters in Curt's way were smashed in the head in an instant by the sweeping Crow's Beak Warhammer, and the blood splatters everywhere made them look like smashed watermelons. And those who were caught up in the vicinity of the Warhammer trajectory also flew out. The twisted body also crashed into several monsters standing behind him, knocking them to the ground together.

The surprise attack had an unexpected effect, but Curt didn't stop there. Instead, he swung his hammer and charged at the enemy once again.

And the next moment he rushed out, a flash of fire immediately crossed behind him. Sensing the overwhelming heat, Curt looked back and saw that not far behind him, a monster with a lion's head attached to a human body was spewing fire from its mouth.

The alien monster created by Sain Democlava apparently didn't care if the attack would endanger its companions. Just watching Curt approach his side, he reflexively attacked. Except for the guy with the lion's head. Several human-looking monsters in the vicinity also rushed towards Curt with loud screams and claws like steel knives.

However, Curt didn't look back, just judged the direction of the enemy by the sound, and waved the weapon casually as a heavy blow. The tip of the silver hammer struck a crescent-like trajectory in the dim space, striking the enemy's body with incredible accuracy, sending the monsters flying upside down several meters.

Feeling a little strange to the touch, Curt curiously looked back at the monsters that had been knocked away, only to realize that they were not just ordinary chimeric creatures. Except for the pieces of flesh that are embedded in the monsters. Some parts are still machine-like metal structures, and although the "mechanical" appearance seems to be crude, the blood stains that adhere to the metal surface are full of danger.

They appear to have been created by the sorcerers of Sain Democlave in the real yàn. It seems to be more than a little stronger than ordinary monsters - but the strange appearance of them makes one wonder if the people who made them have the right aesthetics, and perhaps even some purely functional researchers will look down on these weapons made on half-rotten bodies.

Although Curt has a lot of complaints that he wants to be verbose, no one cares if he complains now—these monsters are indeed not strong, but they are overwhelmingly numerous. They resemble ocean tides, while Curt is tiny pieces of wood isolated in the sea.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen monsters rushing towards Curt from the front were swept away by him, and the originally airtight encirclement network was torn open in one fell swoop. But there seems to be no limit to the number of enemies, and no matter how many he knocks down, new monsters will immediately fill the void.

After almost a quarter of an hour, the corpses of dozens of monsters had piled up at Curt's feet, and many more had been blown away into the corners farther away. Every monster that died had his head shattered with his hammer, and the few that remained were pierced through their bodies by the debris he threw at him, and they fell to the ground unable to move.

Buzz –

Just after Curt struck away a monkey-sized monster once more, there was a sudden subtle fluctuation in the void, a slight change in the chaotic magic. This is not a strange phenomenon in the vicinity of monsters that use a lot of magic to fight, but for some reason, Curt felt a chill, and immediately knocked down an enemy with a single blow, and then fled as if flying.

The next moment, the sound of metal colliding suddenly sounded in the air, and dozens of illusory iron cables suddenly extended around the originally nothing. Like poisonous snakes flying in the sky, they swept towards Curt's body unaffected by gravity, as if to block his movements.

Of course, if the chains were made of real steel, Curt could even use brute force to tear them to shreds like waste paper. But there was nothing he could do now, because it was not a matter of physical strength, and these magical cables had to be manipulated to thwart them.

Taking a deep breath, Curt looked at the ancient words densely written on the chains, looking for the fragility of the Rubik's cube that condensed the "chains" structure. Then he poured pale magic into the chains that were about to touch him, and the words describing the concept crumbled in an instant.

"Yes, yes, it seems that I still underestimate you a little. Seeing this, the avatar of Sain Democra, who was watching from a distance, clapped his hands and laughed, while pretending to praise Curt's results, "I thought you had plenty of magic power, but you were always wasting your talent with some trivial tricks - but in any case, it is still worth praising for having this courage." ”

Curt looked up in the direction of the voice, and the distorted shadow floated on a high platform in the deepest part of the room, looking down at him condescendingly.

Curt clenched the hammer in his hand and smashed the remaining "chains" to pieces with a heavy blow, and then the demon looked at the illusion of the mage. He knew that the crow's beak warhammer in his hand was no threat to such a disembodied monster, but he didn't expect the other party to run so far away.

It's never a bad thing to be cautious, but if you are too careful, it's really not a good thing. Sain Democlavus had always been cautious, but Curt didn't think he would care too much about a man with little spellcasting ability unless he was still wary of something else.

And it seems that because of Sein Democra's instructions, the monsters around Curt who were still rushing at him have reined in their attacks. In a moment, however, they began to retreat slowly, forming another circle around Curt, but did not attack again.

"Whew, thank you so much for the compliment. ”

Curt let out a breath of turbid air in his chest, looked at the phantom in the distance mockingly, and said, "I said, don't think that these rabbles can kill me - even if they are chimeras made of human materials, I will not be merciful to what has become a monster." ”

The bodies of these monsters are undoubtedly human, and it is on the premise of knowing this that Curt buried them one by one with the war hammer in his hand. Curt never considered himself a saint, because combat would cause casualties anyway, and his hands were already stained with blood.

After all, even if Curt didn't kill these "humans" who had become monsters, they would never be able to turn back into humans - and the mage in front of him wouldn't let him live because he didn't kill him. The corpses that have been controlled by the sorcerers with necromancy are nothing more than soulless puppets, and in that case, it is better to use direct means to get them out of this never-ending pain as soon as possible.

After a moment of silence, Curt continued: "I am curious about one more thing than this—what are you planning this for? If I am not mistaken, you must have noticed our existence a long time ago, and deliberately lured us into the center of chaos. ”

Even with the blood of the "crow", which also comes from the roots of chaos, Curt does not think that he and Lizzie are of such great value that this mage deliberately calculates himself. However, he did not expect an answer, because Sain Democlera was not obliged to explain to him. (To be continued......)