It has been said that the human brain lacks the ability to connect the known, but this is definitely not a misfortune, and ideas can even be said to be a gift.

Ignorance is bliss, and this kind of thinking is stuck in people's minds for a long time, because knowing too much is likely to get you into unnecessary trouble. Rather than knowing the truth about this world, they prefer to close their eyes and listen and hide in their own small space.

However, if she had to choose, she would never want to be deceived by the so-called "friendly lies", no matter what kind of existence the truth is, she wants to gain insight. It's not just because of the self-consciousness of being a magician, it's more like an almost instinctive impulse.

As a result, she was quite dissatisfied with the current situation, and they were caught in an unusually long-planned conspiracy, as ambiguous as the heavy rain that had enveloped the entire city. If you can connect a qiē earlier. Then they probably wouldn't have fallen into such a bad state.

Yes, they didn't realize its existence when this event had just begun, and it wasn't until this time that they began to try to recall that the experience of a qiē seemed so thrilling. The enemy had long had their eyes on her and Curt, yet they were as obsessed with the so-called "everyday" life as ordinary people, oblivious to the catastrophe that was slowly beginning to turn right under their noses.

It was a feeling of regret that made her angry at herself for making almost the worst choice. While the Dark Tide lurking outside of sight seeks to wreak havoc in the city and beyond, she is nothing more than an extended vine.

In reality, however, these unbridled "vines" were more dangerous than they expected. They may just be some appendage to some more terrifying behemoth. Even if they do something about it, it will only be skillfully used by the enemy.

It is said that a person who is good at chess can anticipate all the possibilities after a few moves. In this case, Sain Democla may have anticipated what they would do. Therefore, they can launch the next offensive before they are about to find a solution to break the game.

Now, for example, they had been driving through the streets of Catrice for a while, but they had not been able to escape from the enemy's encirclement. The enemy seems to have anticipated the direction in which they could escape, and has set up ambushes in advance in all places where they can escape.

The red clouds had already covered the entire city, and the surrounding air was filled with a thick smell of blood, making people want to vomit out all the qiē in their stomach pouches. The strange magic that permeated the city became the eyes and ears of the madman, who might have been observing them in a different way.

It's not a good feeling to be being spied on in the shadows, but when you see the aliens coming out of the shadows, no one has the leisure to give your opinion. They can't even imagine how many dead people are in this city. Wriggling scraps of flesh poured into them like a tidal wave.

It's hard to describe the ugliness of those things in words, and even the security officers who have been working on the front line for a long time may not be able to suppress the strange nausea in their hearts. You can vaguely see some of the metamorphic magic wrapped around them, but they look like they're rotten and glowing with a strange color.

When he saw those strange colors on the side of the road, the guard officer in charge of the armored car was shocked. He immediately turned his car around and drove to a position where there were no enemies - although it was an avenue, it had been stopped by the barricades that had been set up before.

"Wait, don't go that way, it's killing yourself to run around at this time. Just as he was about to rush into the fork in the road, he was stopped by Curt, who was looking around, "Now the enemy is even worse, even if there is an enemy in front of him." Wouldn't it be better to just run over it?"

They are simply being hunted by the enemy as prey, and the gap deliberately left behind obviously leads to a trap, but its existence is too obvious, it is simply obvious. It was as if they were deliberately telling them that there was danger ahead of the road and telling them not to approach it.

-- In that case. Then simply rush towards the obvious danger.

The so-called rush to the doctor, when people have nothing to do, they are often prone to make reckless actions. As soon as I think of this, the streets near here may have been set up by the other party. The obvious neutral gear may have led to the bottomless abyss, and the driver had to agree with Curt's statement.

So his heart was crossed. Once again, he turned the car's controller to make the speed of the gallop a little slower. It was at this time. He could see in the rearview mirror that the eerie glow behind him had stalled slightly, and the flesh rushing towards them had eased the momentum of chasing them a little.

"Are these guys really just trying to drive us down that road?" whispered to the sorcerer as he operated the vehicle's controllers, "He seems to be able to see all of our movements, and he can see the trajectory of our movements no matter how they move." ”

Sain Democra's gaze condescendingly observed a qiē in the city of Catrice, and skillfully deployed the monster in his hand to attack the Guardians. It was as if the city had become a chessboard, and a qiē in the city was a chess piece, and he was the one who controlled the qiē.

Is it really fun to let your left and right hands play chess? Apparently Sain Democla was not content to entertain himself on this board, and no one else would let him do whatever he wanted - and the result was this incomprehensible chaos.

The city hall, the military, the warlocks belonging to the academy, the black organizations entrenched in the city, and the groups that have not yet shown their faces operate in the city, and the magician has taken advantage of the chaos to make his spells grow.

"I guess I used a spell similar to that of Dean François, whether it was the clouds in the sky or the people who died in the city, there was a lot of blood mixed in. ”

Curt silently observed the strange magic around him that was almost overflowing, and said with some disgust: "As long as there is blood stored in zài, in principle, it will be manipulated by the 'chaotic bloodline'. There was blood everywhere in the vicinity, and it was not impossible to have Sain Democra's eyes and ears - apparently he was laughing to himself as the wolves fled from us. ”

Although Curt hated this method of warfare, which involved civilians as well, and had always objected to the choice of such tactics. But he still had to admit that if only the efficiency of the battle was considered, then the choice that the enemy had made now was undoubtedly quite effective.

The magic of spreading chaos hindered the mage's work, and even the communication maintained by the magic was cut off. At the same time, he also used the blood stains left in various parts of the city as his eyes and ears to spy on the movements of those who entered the city, and made corresponding responses.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent cannot say that every battle will be won, but if you don't have any information in hand, I am afraid that you will only be played by the enemy and applauded. Apparently they are caught in such a situation, like a headless fly, moving indiscriminately in the space where the enemy has laid a trap.

"Tsk, damn bastard!"

The security officer driving the vehicle let out a low roar, and the power of the armored car's core was output to the maximum, and the vehicle, which was already speeding rapidly, suddenly rushed out like an arrow from a string. The enemy, who had slowed down in front of them, didn't seem to expect them to sing this at all, and in a hurry, they couldn't immediately build an effective defensive line, and the strange flesh that had already subsided a little was knocked open by the galloping metal in an instant.

The thickened tires ran over the blood that had accumulated on the ground, splattering mud mixed with a strangely colored liquid everywhere around. With only a few muffled thuds, the lightly armored vehicle carved a semicircle across the open avenue and turned around and rushed into the tide of flesh rushing behind it.

Although this light armored vehicle does not have the ability to attack enemy formations, nor does it have solid armor specialized for a large number of monsters, it is a vehicle wrapped in armor plates, and the flesh that is not much stronger than a human body is obviously unable to withstand its impact.

Of course, if you just want to break through these weak wreckage defenses, it will probably be enough to crush the shattered flesh into pieces with just an ordinary car. But it is clear that the enemy will not leave only these vulnerable things, and the even larger things have already formed a wall in front of them.

Bright red flesh and white bones, the materials taken from various creatures were tightly condensed, forming a wall that blocked the entire street. The foul-smelling corpse still exuded a warm texture, and it looked like it had been cut from a living creature not long ago.

The wall looked to be at least several meters thick, and if it were to be hit like this, even the armored vehicles used on the battlefield would probably have to be stopped. However, if you choose to slow down now, you will undoubtedly be drowned in the flesh and blood churning around, and then buried directly in the ruins.

Caught between a rock and a dilemma, the driver had no choice but to increase the speed of the armored vehicle to the maximum, hoping to crash through the flesh-and-blood wall with the force of impact. But he also knew that this was just wishful thinking on his part, and now that the magic was disturbed, it was difficult for the mages to even use the magic to create a shield to protect the body.

The current situation of power and indescribable power made them feel an indescribable sense of powerlessness, and the magic power that was originally controlled at will like an arm turned into a mess under the control of the enemy. For a sorcerer who has been associated with magic-related causes for many years, it is almost like an ordinary person having an arm cut off.

Like the legendary Wall of Sighs, the stench of flesh casts a dark shadow, wordlessly casting a sense of coercion from the strange structure to the hearts of the group. (To be continued......)