The leylines roared, and a thunderous roar came from the depths of the earth, and with the sound of bursting, the whole world seemed to begin to tilt slowly.

The mages in the corner of the room looked around in amazement, and they were afraid that they had just been restored from their state of absence, and they were not sure of the situation. The sudden earthquake exceeded the sorcerers' expectations, forcibly interrupting what was supposed to be a smooth ritual.

Even Sain Democla could barely keep himself from falling, and he was unable to give orders to maintain order in the chaos. However, even now, he is still calm, and his unchanged expression makes people even think that all this is just part of his plan.

"What are the guards doing, allowing the enemy to attack such a central location!" he asked aloud to the mages stationed in the distance, wanting to immediately grasp the current situation, "what is the number of attackers, and the possible faction - report it immediately!"

Presumably because of the need to devote himself to the preparation of the ritual, Sain Democlave had to concentrate all his attention on controlling one of the Rubik's Cubes. The brief transfer of mana prevented him from observing the movements of the other forces in the city, and at the same time, he also lost control of the situation.

There is no doubt that this was the shock caused by the explosion, and the nearby streets around this stronghold continued to explode. It is unknown who planted the explosives in some places, and now they are being detonated regularly, disrupting the plans of the mages to prepare for the ritual.

It is possible that the attackers calculated this and chose to attack when the ritual was about to be completed, otherwise they would have been discovered by him. It's not about beating them down. It's just a raid to contain the operation, because as long as the ritual can't be carried out, it's their victory.

But how exactly did the intelligence flow out? That's what Sain Democlavus was thinking. He didn't trust his so-called companions and didn't reveal much information to his subordinates, so it stands to reason that no one knew that the rituals would affect his ability to control the overall situation.

The person who should be most suspected should have been Curt. The young mercenary did not look like he was in a desperate situation, even if he was tortured by spells. However, he should not be able to contact anyone else unless he has left a spell mark on him that he can use to communicate with the outside world.

"No reports have been received! The identity of the attacker still needs to be confirmed. The mage immediately responded, his expression looking a little ugly at the moment, "At the same time, not only are there no contacts with nearby strongholds, but we can't contact them from our side, if the prediction is correct."

Boom - another roar interrupted their conversation, and the sorcerer, who was still reporting to Sein Democra, shook and slammed into the metal structure behind him. The raging magic that had not subsided had dismembered his body into ashes in the blink of an eye.

The pitch-black "sun" hovering over Curt's head once again revealed its presence, and scattered purple-black electric light swept across the empty walls, leaving a terrifying wound after wound. With a constant roar, the sphere was gradually expanding, and everything that was touched by the electric light was torn to shreds.

"Tsk, if the prediction is correct, is that what they were killed by someone? ”

His own men were destroyed by the spell in front of his eyes, and Sain Democlave said unmoved: "The main personnel in charge of the ritual continue to maintain the output of mana. Ryker and Terrence, you two, bring some men and annihilate the attackers! They won't have a lot of men, but they're definitely not weak - if they can't even do that. Even if you spend a few lives trying to buy time, you have to delay the other party!"

After receiving the order of the mage, those who only had loyalty in their minds immediately turned around and rushed out of the hall where the ritual was performed, followed by more than a dozen good level mages. Use these powers as "shields". Should have been able to fend off most of the enemy, but Sain Democlera was quick to notice. Their strength alone is not enough, as the attackers are the ones who can make the surrounding defenses unable to raise the alarm.

The plan went very well. Curt's disintegration should have continued in an orderly manner, until the last step was to dig out his heart with a dagger and throw it into the black "sun". Originally, he had expected that Curt would not be able to obediently tie his hands in the face of this situation, and would resist with all his might, who would have thought that the last descendant of this "crow" would unexpectedly cooperate, and he didn't even struggle.

Sure enough, the attack happened suddenly, which seems to explain why Curt is so indifferent, even in the face of death, he can calmly taunt him and his men. Now, even though the Rubik's Cubes hadn't collapsed due to the tremors, the sudden appearance of the anomaly had significantly slowed down the plan.

Of course, the basic structure of the Rubik's Cube has been compiled, like a sheet of music, which already has the most basic prototype, and the next step is to further supplement the missing parts. However, looking at the ancient text sequences that overflowed the space, they were scribbled like graffiti, and they did not look like a regular and clear spell structure at all.

It may have been a small part of the overall Rubik's Cube—not even a tenth—but even so, Sein Democla's magic varied from the undulating lines, and the intertwined complex structures unfolded in his mind.

This part alone is enough to be a revelation, and for the self-proclaimed genius Sain Democra, there is no need to hesitate about the uncertainty that follows. Many people hadn't even set foot on this step, and just being here was enough for him to prepare for the trial run of the spell.

"I'm sorry, Curt Leernst, I wanted to give you a good time—but the gods of fate don't seem to want you to stop here. He glanced at Curt and placed the dagger he had picked up in front of Curt and shook it for a moment, "In that case, I'll have to choose a backup plan." ”

Immediately, he condensed his magic power into a diamond-shaped block, and with a flick of it, he hit the sphere in the air that constantly radiated thunder light to the surrounding area. In an instant, the sequence of words coiled around Curt converged on the sphere, enclosing it like a net.

Suddenly a strange syllable sounded in the silent space, and after a few simple initial buffers, the tone immediately became inflamed. Once again, the surrounding magic coiled up, almost condensing into a physical entity - only this time the target was not Curt, but the black sun above him.

In an instant, the colorful magic brilliance intertwined with the manipulation of syllables, gradually depicting countless brilliant Rubik's Cube array lines. Although each of them was not strong, this rare number still forcibly supported the super-large magical structure, and made it barely functional.

The air was vibrating, and even Curt's cold body felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and it was conceivable that the concentration of the surrounding magic had condensed to the point of being like an entity. However, the surrounding pillars made of metal are working steadily, the ancient characters that are constantly in flux exude the brilliance of real work, and the magic that flows through this structure continues to flow into the pitch-black sphere.

"Well, as I expected. Everything seemed to be working as expected, and Sein Democra's mask-like face finally showed something that could be considered an expression, "Ready, this is the last step—and it will be the first step." ”

Explosions were heard from time to time, followed by the sound of spells bursting, but the magician did not hide his joy at his imminent success. He seemed to be announcing something, even in the reverberating impassioned syllables.

Whispering a sentence in an unknown language, he walked up to Curt again. At this moment, his eyes met Curt, who was almost dying, and the other party was looking back at him with a mocking gaze, as if he didn't care about his end at all.

"It seems like you're not going to say 'goodbye' to me right away this time. Curt still accosted the sorcerer in a mocking tone, as if the person who was tied to the metal pillar was not him, "It seems that this ritual is more elaborate than I thought, otherwise even you would not be able to abuse your magic." ”

The forces in the space maintain a delicate balance, the pitch-black "sun" devouring the magic, and the power released makes the air around it irritable. In this case, the slightest mistake can lead to a global collapse, so there is no way for the other party to repeat the previous ritual steps.

Although Sain Democlera did not react to Curt's words, there was clearly an element of acquiescence in this subtle silence. The slightest discord can cause problems for the barely functioning Rubik's Cube, and the restoration work takes a lot of time.

The Guardians of the city were unable to effectively fight back against the mage in front of them and the group he led, mostly because they had something to guard. And when the identity of the Guardian is applied to these mages, the offensive and defensive posture changes.

The reason why they can't do what they want is because things are holding things back, and it is because of this that their actions are repeatedly blocked. This was the case with Dean François, and so was Sain Democlas, who, even though he was far beyond the ordinary, could not escape the shackles he had imposed on him.

So-

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and this time the blasted area was the stronghold leading to the ritual hall and the steel door that had been forcibly sealed by spells. (To be continued......)