After a few moments, the ultramarine glow that covered the flat ground vanished, leaving only the crumbling debris of the heavy stone brick floor.

The men in black who belonged to the Eye of True Sight were blasted to the pulp without saying a word. They fell victim to their companions worthlessly, leaving only a few ashes - and if the wreckage were piled up, it might not even be a tenth of the weight of their bodies.

However, this encounter did not cause any impact on the other men in black, and they surrounded them with expressionless faces, ready to continue their attacks. Obviously, their companions were blown to pieces by the man in front of their eyes, but they continued to act without changing their faces.

As if it was a matter of course for them...... Killing or being killed is nothing more than some common sense that has been instilled into their thinking, and obedience is the basis of their existence, and even being erased by them for no reason is nothing more than undoubted "common sense".

"Even if it's a dog, how many times do you bark when you see your companion killed by your master, right?"

Liqi stroked her forehead, gritted her teeth and spat out disgusted words: "I really look up to you when I say that you are zombies, even the soul-bound corpse is a little more like a 'human' than you." Obviously, there is a complete soul left in each shell, but there is no spark of thought in sight...... Not even the embers. ”

Compared to the black-clad mages who had been active in previous raids, they didn't have the slightest pride in being sons of men. Until then, it was a question of whether they would also treat themselves as living creatures. They were cold and stiff, lacking self-awareness like tools without a soul.

A barrage of spells tore through the air and rained down on Curt and Lizzie, and the sorcerers carried out their mission without wavering.

"Again. What about giving up almost all of their thinking faculties in order to gain power? If I'm not mistaken, the Ultramarines of the last Great War used similar tactics. And Liqi was calmly speaking, not at all like she was brushing shoulders with death, "It's called 'Infused Soldier', forcibly injecting magic into the container." It's a demonic way that matches the ultramarine faction. ”

During this period of Lizzie's nagging, the spells of those men in black continued to attack from all directions, but they could not hurt Liqi in the slightest. As she spoke, she gently dodged several colorless vacuum blades, leaving only a cacophony of grinding behind her.

The Demon Soldier is an "artificial demon" formed by forcibly injecting magic power into humans as containers. In the last war. The Ultramarines put their opponents in a difficult situation when they committed hundreds of such soldiers at the end of the war. After losing a large number of combatants, that was their only remaining main force.

Forcibly infuse a body that would otherwise be unable to use spells with magical power so that it can control spell-like energy. It's just that what is used as a container is not naturally formed, but is controlled and induced using ancient characters. To give living human beings the energy to endure the process dù.

――To put it simply, it is the forced overload of mana.

Of course, there are all kinds of problems with this technology, at least at the end of the war, when Lizzie learned about the existence of this technology, its success rate was only less than 20%.

If it fails, the human being as a container will naturally die, after all, this is a forced pouring of excessive mana into a container that does not meet the specifications, and it is natural that something will go wrong. In the case of rigorous investigation and adjustment. It is also difficult to improve the success rate.

What's more, spells are phenomena that require the caster's ability to comprehend. Most of the people who couldn't have used spells were people who couldn't understand it. Let these people master the "spell". At the cost of this, they gradually lose their normal ability to think.

However, if you can succeed, you can get a very strong combatant who obeys orders and has a much greater force than before. They were so powerful to acquire new abilities that people felt that they had become inhuman - and they were called artificial demons.

It is said that even if the body of the container is only infused with the magic of the level of an ordinary magician. You can obtain several times the physical ability and a certain amount of energy release ability. If it's just a combat value, they're definitely cheaper than a Wizard in battle.

The stakes are indeed significant. However, the rewards are also high - hence the theory that the Ultramarines put hundreds of infusion soldiers into battle during times of turmoil.

But. Because the success rate is less than 20%, it means that there are many times more human beings than the finished product are treated as defective products and failures. These infusion soldiers are very powerful, but the number of people who have consumed this technology now and after this has become a victim of too many people.

Thus, while alleviating the disadvantage of the Ultramarine Faction on the battlefield, the Infusion Soldier never crushed it as one of the straws. Their existence has made the cruelty and unscrupulous behavior of the Ultramarines widely known. Even among the conservative faction in the center of the empire, there are people who have developed a sense of disgust with them.

However, using a similar approach, the powerful "soldiers" created by the forced infusion of magic have not disappeared completely. Under the nose of Cruise François, the remnants of the ultramarines not only cultivated a large number of similar existences, but also created a crisis that threatened the peace of the Dominions.

As a human being, he has given up his human identity and exists only as a tool in the hands of his master, while he who has lost his human identity disguises himself and lives a mortal life. The two members of the Leinster family and these black-clothed men under the command of that man seem to be unconsciously satirizing each other's way of existing.

"Don't compare my elite with that kind of waste. As a remnant member of the Ultramarine faction, the man naturally knew what Liqi's words were referring to, he snorted coldly, and then slowly spoke, "Don't think that if you know the existence of 'Ultramarine', you know everything. ”

There was obviously not a trace of wind in the stone room, but the sorcerer's robe on his body, which looked like it came out of an old painting, was slowly turning. The overflowing magic showed a huge sense of existence, and in his eyes, there was a blazing light of the same color as the pitch-black "sun".

The Ultramarines are an old-fashioned group of mages with a large number of "nobles" with noble titles. If you only look at the words and deeds of the man in front of you, he does have an aristocratic feeling in his speech - but this is not a compliment to him.

The exploitation of the working class, the squandering of their blood and sweat as dung without shame, the decisive difference in arrogance from the common man, the lack of empathy, the blindness to the suffering of others...... In all sorts of bad senses, the negative connotations of the word "nobility" mixed with him.

But since he was in the elite group of magicians formed by the Eye of True Vision, and he was also located in the Cunzài of the ruler Cheng Dù, then this man's spell-casting ability would never be below that of any man in black he had encountered before. He turned out to be far more dangerous than those madmen.

This skill alone is enough to surpass the vast majority of sorcerers working in "staffing agencies" - and only François can match it. And if you consider it from the perspective of the total amount of mana, then he may still be slightly better.

"It's a big deal. ”

The cold words flowed out of his mouth mercilessly, and the flirtatious smile on his face disappeared. Curt turned slightly to the side and placed the long knife on the right side of his body, his empty eyes showing a rare flash of light, like a sharp blade reflecting the moonlight.

And then--

The mercenary who clutched the long knife took a thunderous step, his body wrapped in black clothes melted into the shadows of the dim stone chamber, as if disappearing into thin air. The silver light flashed like lightning, and in an instant, it pierced through the body of a mage not far away.

"It's probably just self-satisfaction -- but I think it's a kind of redemption to let their souls go deep into the water rather than 'surviving' in a daze. ”

The sound of a sigh echoed through the magic-filled stone chamber, but the owner of the voice did not know where he was. But he did not disappear, but was galloping in this strange space at an extremely fast speed, and the long knife in his hand had turned into a murder weapon to take the enemy's life at this time.

One after another, in just a few breaths, there were several black-clothed people scattered all over the stone room, and the long knives hidden in the darkness tore their bodies mercilessly. And at the edge of the stone chamber, Liqi, who had been mocking them not long ago, had long since disappeared.

The man who sensed Curt's target waved his hand widely, and in the next moment, countless blade-like sharp lights flashed around the metal pillars. First the ground, then the walls and the zenith, with irregular streamers jumping over the edges of the corners, reflecting the colors of the six livies.

At the same time, the sorcerers opened a glass curtain wall-like barrier, a translucent barrier that resembled a solid entity, and a slightly sloping surface that refracted the "blades" that had ejected into the surface in the other direction. Suddenly, their position was surrounded by a storm of sharp blades.

If the line of sight can't be captured, then it makes it difficult for the other party to act - they don't intend to die at the hands of Curt's knife, but choose to fight it by hard means. Between the dense knife formations they laid out, it was difficult for even insects to force their way through Guò without damage.

Merely......

"Have you forgotten my deposit?"

A slightly low sigh came from mid-air, and on the high wall at the other end of the stone chamber, Lizzie defied gravity and stepped on the heavy stone wall. In front of her, as if to describe what "quantitative violence" is, countless shadows form a dense needle mountain.

"Tsk. "The man in the center was unpleasantly speechless.

In the next moment, a rain of shadows fell. (To be continued)

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