The blood-red smoke churned like a stormy wave, and the magic force that lifted it blocked the falling wind blade, but it was also torn apart.

If you make a mistake and lose the whole game, the most basic rules on the board are still common here. The moment François found the gap, Sain Democlera urgently mobilized the magic around him to try to block the falling blades, but it was difficult to stop the air magic that was squeezed in layers.

The flames, which had already become dim, flickered and flickered in the vortex storm, as if they were about to be extinguished in the next moment. Not only was it still burning, but the smoke had also dispersed for the most part, and there were still many red marks on the dark stone floor that looked like dried blood.

Once the lead was achieved, the high-speed nature of Dean François was maximized. I saw that his fingers were slightly passive a few times, and the magic power surging in the atmosphere turned into dozens of complex Rubik's cubes, and the pale blue magic power rushed towards the enemy one after another.

On the contrary, Sain Democra's disadvantage snowballed, and after he managed to block the incoming wind blade with soot, the next batch of spells was ready. And the moment these spells shot out of the Rubik's Cube, more Rubik's Cubes formed behind them again.

Seeing that the incarnation of the sorcerer was staggering, François once again intensified his offensive and wanted to kill it directly with an airtight spell. Even if he can still stop this batch now, he can't stand where he is forever and passively suffer from the bombardment of spell barrage.

The already dim humanoid flame was still struggling to hold on, and it had just dealt with the spell on its left, only to be hit its right. It was no longer possible to disintegrate the rapidly woven Rubik's Cube before François attacked. The outcome was decided, and this battle was undoubtedly a victory for Cruise François. No matter how hard his enemies tried to use their magic to deal with it, it would be impossible to save the defeat.

"Hahaha-hahaha!"

Seeing that his defeat was imminent, the incarnation of the flame burst into a maniacal laugh: "It is indeed Cruise François." It seems that I underestimated you, a high-level mage with the name of 'Wind of the Twelve Directions', but this little bit of Cheng Dù's spark can't last more than half a time under your hands. ”

Listening to his tone, it seemed that he had expected his defeat, and that this attack was only a test of the ability of François, who was his greatest enemy. As he spoke, he concentrated all the remaining magic power on the flames in the core, and the afterglow that spread to the surroundings was intimidating.

Centered on the whirling flame, a blazing afterglow poured out, distorting the air near it. The black ground lit up with a dozen flickering ancient characters, which were crookedly engraved on the ground. A blinding glow spread, and in a few moments, they dragged several intricate traces on the ground, depicting a Rubik's cube that Curt had never seen before.

Seeing this, he seemed to want to concentrate his strength to unleash the final blow, and the blazing flames were involved in a large amount of magical power, illuminating the silver walls of the central chamber as if they were on fire. Even a rabbit can bite its enemies when pressed, and Abbot François does not take the final blow of a sorcerer's avatar lightly.

There is not even a need for hand movements. I saw him take a slight step forward, and the pale blue magic moved like an extension of his arms. The air around him only trembled slightly, and then naturally wrapped around him, forming a field of wind that was constantly swirling.

Wizards who are good at using elemental spells know this well. Disembodied "air" can deflect arrows or block enemies' footsteps, but it is difficult to block pure magic or heavy impacts, so few people are willing to use them to build defensive spells.

But Cruise François paid no attention to this so-called common sense. Just use magic to gather a lot of air around you. He seemed to have an indescribable self-confidence, no matter what kind of attack he was about to face. It can always be stopped with these loyal men.

What's even more surprising is that he didn't choose to stand still and wait for the impact of the spell after deploying his defense. Instead, he rushed to Seindermocla, who was still building a Rubik's Cube, against the winds of the vortex. It seems that he wants to use the advantage of mobility to settle the battle before he completes the arrangement.

His speed was not at all like that of an old human, and in the blink of an eye, he had crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters and rushed into an area covered in red smoke and dust. The wind tore through the smoke and dust, protecting Cruise François from any disturbance in the restless waves of magic.

Seeing that the enemy surrounded by the wind had rushed in front of him, the blue magic of the vortex had even swept towards its core, and the avatar who was preparing the spell could no longer stay in place. It jerked violently, leaving a few flames in its way to free itself from the thunderous onslaught.

At that moment, Curt suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and that something seemed to be hidden in the magic that had been thrown into chaos around him. The flaming monster had stopped laughing, but Curt felt the mage behind him sneering at Yiqi in front of him.

He jerked, and suddenly felt that the place where he had been burned was still faintly painful, and when he looked down, some scars like words appeared around the skin that had been embedded by the magic fragments before. They all glowed with a bewitching red glow, like a few dancing flames.

It only takes a little identification to reveal that these scars are not simple injuries, but some kind of crude Rubik's Cube. Clearly, some kind of anomalous magic was beginning to erode his body, and a red-hot tingling sensation seeped from the scars into his body, and seemed to flow deeper into his body.

Looking at these red scars that were still spreading, Curt snorted coldly, pulled out a small knife only one finger wide from his waist, and quickly stabbed into the wound. The cold touch eased the spread of the burning sensation, and he immediately took advantage of the slight ease to slash the knife and cut off the injured part.

The knife, which shimmered with silver brilliance, was so sharp that a single stroke was enough to cut the skin and muscles from the body. In an instant, Curt sliced off the red-stained flesh with a simple motion, and threw it far away to the area on the other side of the room where the enemy was.

The splatters of flesh burned before they hit the ground, tiny flames flickering, and the flesh encased in them was extinguished in the blink of an eye. A light smoke of indiscernible smoke rose from the small residue that remained on the ground, merging into the blood-colored flames that were still shrinking.

Seeing this scene, although the wounds on his body were still bleeding, Curt still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - if he hadn't dealt with it in time, I am afraid that it would not only be those few pieces of flesh and blood that would have been burned to ashes, and Lizzie, who was completely engulfed in flames before, was a lesson from the past.

That's the trick the sorcerer plays, and he's been using the Bloodline of Chaos to fight and expand his influence. These things are like poison that seeps into the body of the enemy he hurts, and only attacks when he needs it.

Not only that, but in addition to blood-based spells, he seems to be able to use the blood of other people - or non-humans - to create some kind of spawned monsters. Whether it's the mass of flesh that Lizzie has killed, or the blood-colored flame incarnation now, it's all based on blood as a medium.

Blood is the currency of life, and there have been quite a few sorcerers from ancient times to the present day who have been willing to use these things as catalysts to cast high-intensity spells.

For sorcerers, the blood of both humans and other creatures is the highest level of medium, and the "Chaos Bloodline" extracted by Sein Demokra from the blood of many Slots using strange spells has a strength that ordinary blood cannot match.

Curt vaguely saw that the moment he cut off the infected flesh, the flame incarnation that had always had plenty of room suddenly twitched. Although there was no "normal" expression on its face, Curt could still sense its impatience in the blink of an eye.

François, however, did not allow him to be distracted, and although the first shot missed, he quickly adjusted his stance and charged at the enemy once again. The pale blue brilliance coalesced into a twisted spear in his hand, and the spiraled air entangled around the tip of the spear with a slight hissing sound.

Like a gale, Curt could only see the pale light flashing in front of him, and the figure of Dean François appeared dozens of paces away. No one could escape his onslaught, and the air in the central chamber suddenly flowed in one direction, spears piercing through the flickering flaming body in the blink of an eye.

The blazing flames dimmed the moment they were hit, and the only remaining magic power was to support the consumption of the weaving Rubik's Cube, and at the same time, it had to drive the body, and now it was exhausted. François's magic was disintegrating its body, and it wouldn't be long before it was completely destroyed.

There was no way to reverse the defeat, but Sain Democlera did not show the slightest remorse for the defeat, but laughed lowly.

The ancient words it had left on the ground swelled uncontrollably, and in the blink of an eye turned into a distorted parapet, locking Abbot François inside. At the same time, the core of the flame became even brighter, and the dazzling light contained a large amount of magical power, and it was about to explode.

"François, be careful!"

It was only then that Curt understood what the crazy magician had in mind, and he wanted to use those Rubik's cubes to surround the enemy and engulf him in the explosion. Those retaining the walls of Abbot François restricted his movements, and at such a distance, even the "Wind of the Twelve Directions" could not retreat in its entirety. (To be continued......)