Curt suppressed his breath and hid his figure in the shadows of the streets, peering out at the sorcerers of Sain Democra.

It seems that the streets around this area have been used by them to build a simple stronghold as a front line against the defenders of the city. Curt noticed that the abandoned buildings nearby were piled up with strange wooden crates, which smelled like some kind of decay.

It's just that the nearby strongholds have been destroyed in the previous battles, and the simple fortifications have all been violently destroyed. It's not just the mess where the armored vehicles drive, but even the rooms that aren't near the road aren't known to have been vandalized.

Avoiding the eyes and ears of the sorcerers, Curt slipped into a room full of wooden boxes and opened a box that had already been opened. Suddenly, the stench that almost made his nose useless rushed out of the box, making Curt subconsciously retreat several steps back.

The chests were filled with fragments of flesh that had begun to decay, and judging by the shape of those things, most of them had been cut from human bodies. They were encased in wooden crates and stacked on top of each other in buildings near the street.

It appears that these things are the source of the tide of flesh spilling from the corners of the streets, and these sorcerers may have been instructed by Sein Democlavus to build walls from these fragments. Curt was reluctant to guess where they had gotten their hands on these things, but he did have a fresh idea of the amount of flesh they had on their hands—all negative, no doubt.

He remembered the metal crates he had seen in the bodies of the rock giants created by a group of magicians, which were also filled with bloody corpses. They are the fuel that supplies that "dark sun". It also drives the grotesque spells created by Sain Democlus.

And then there are the few Slots who are bound to the iron pillars, and their deprived lives are the source of the "bloodline of Chaos" that is now in the hands of that mage. Curt wondered if the other Slots living in the city had survived. But the part that was killed by the enemy alone was enough for him to create a huge Rubik's Cube, which was enough to affect the entire region. And the blood-colored clouds that now envelop the city.

It's just that the things that are now in the wooden crates are obviously not as powerful as their counterparts in the iron crates, and it is almost difficult for Curt to feel how much magic is stored in them. This is inevitable deterioration, because these pieces of flesh have all begun to rot, blood is the currency of life, and of course, flesh and blood that has lost its fresh vitality lacks corresponding value, and naturally it is difficult to provide enough strength.

But these mages don't seem to want to use these almost rotten powers to gain power, and in addition to using them to shape the walls that block the streets, the mages are also making some kind of potion. Just in this small space. There was a table of alchemical tools.

On the other side of the corner, which was filled with stinking wooden boxes, a row of sturdy-looking copper platforms were nailed to the tattered wall. Scattered around the platform were a number of Erlenmeyer flasks of various colors, and the liquid inside looked like they had been manufactured for some time.

Curt didn't know what materials they were made of, and he didn't have time to unscrew them one by one to check their contents. The only thing that is certain is that these colorful potions are so dangerous that the people who made them have to seal them with special reinforced materials - even if they are smashed with a war hammer in Curt's hand, it is not easy to smash these containers in one go.

He reached out and removed an Erlenmeyer flask containing a colorless, transparent liquid from the copper shelf, and placed it in his hand to observe it carefully. Perhaps under the influence of Curt's magic, the potion in the bottle suddenly churned. The otherwise transparent liquid also has a subtle pale blue tinge.

"Hey, you guys, come here! That thing is here, I've found it!" just as Curt tried to investigate the potion in his hand further. From the direction he came from a mage shouted, "Something is wrong, there may be enemies left nearby!"

Almost instantly, he spotted his companion who had been killed and eaten by the monster. However, when he saw the tragic condition of the corpse, he did not waver in the slightest. Instead, after seeing the monster that was dealt with by Curt. His face changed in a flash, and he immediately began to call his companions who were moving nearby to rush to the spot where they were found—anyone with even the slightest common sense would notice. The wound on the back of the monster's head was not the work of the deceased.

Curt took a deep breath, letting the mana converge with his breath, avoiding detection by the enemy's spells. He then casually slipped the strange bottle of liquid into the pocket of his coat, then cautiously approached the side where the sound came from, observing the mages through the window.

In a few moments, several men covered in blood-colored robes heard the call of their companions, and gathered from all over the vicinity to the wall where the wooden crates had been piled up before. Their faces were all covered in hoods, and in their hands they carried a rather strangely shaped tool.

It looked like a branch made of metal, and someone somehow made it by splicing a large number of steel blades together in an abstract way to a long, blue-gray pole. The blood-red crystalline at the top was encased in a crystal jar, and the vapor that emitted a cold glow surrounded the crystal, extracting some of the power within it and diffusing it into the nearby air.

When the sorcerers gathered, the diffuse steam intertwined, obscuring the sorcerers' figures in a glowing mist. Without exception, everyone who saw the corpses was stunned, but it was obviously not because of the wound on the back of the monster's head.

It wasn't until he saw the fog-covered scene that Curt understood what the sorcerer was referring to when he said "something is wrong." The mages left in the corner by the monster were scattered in pieces, and the entire wall was painted red with slippery blood stains.

Curt was sure that the surroundings weren't so bad when he dealt with the monster, and that the mage, though devoured, wasn't dismembered either. However, this is obviously not the biggest change, because in addition to the monster's victims, that monster has also changed.

"How did this guy come to be like this, I remember you said it had enough energy before it lost control!" said one of the mages as he looked at one of his companions in a puzzled tone, but his tone was closer to interrogation.

Obviously, the monster's appearance had changed more than they had expected, and it even made him doubt the information his companions had told him.

In fact, not to mention them, even Curt could barely recognize the monster, because it looked almost the same as it did when he was successfully attacked before. He couldn't help but rub his eyes because he couldn't even connect the two of them.

The once-massive body shrunk beyond sight, and shards of metal embedded in the muscles of the deceased with their magic scattered to the nearby ground. With its body as the center, there are scorch marks caused by the excessive escape of mana, and it looks like an explosion has occurred around it.

The body looked extremely thin and haggard, and the gray body seemed to have only a layer of skin covering the skeleton, and there was no muscle in sight. But if you look closely, you will see that it is not skin—it is something that is clung to the bones, but dry, shrunken flesh.

Its bones peeked out of the weathered muscle gaps, and its dull color looked like it would shatter at the slightest touch. The strange face had a death-like gray, where it should have been an eye, and now there was only a hollow hole deep in the skull.

Its entire body looked like a skeleton that had just been dug out of a grave, and the bursting muscles oozed a dark mucus that looked like blood plasma. The almost rotting flesh smelled strange and grotesque, and the smell of death and corruption reached everyone's nostrils.

Almost all the sorcerers present were drawn to the monster's corpse - perhaps as part of Sein Democra's plan of attack - and no one noticed Curt hiding not far away. Although they did not stop using the interference of their magic to investigate, Curt had already concentrated his magic power into his body as much as possible in order to avoid being detected by their abnormal magic.

As a result, in the detection spells of these sorcerers, Curt's aura was almost non-existent, and perhaps the magic of a mouse was much stronger than his. Not only that, but the magic emitted from the monster also interfered with their perception, so much so that they have not been able to detect Curt so far.

If the other party's observation ability is limited to those magicians scattered throughout the city, they may ignore his existence, because those wizards who are under the command of Sain Democlera only have the perception of human beings, so they may not notice Curt's existence when he is hiding in the shadows.

However, the guy who took control of this qiē and made arrangements, he may have gathered a considerable amount of information a long time ago. Coming from the long past, the inhuman bloodline known as "Crow" may even have mastered the identities of the two.

With so much information in possession, you have to have more information to win, and if you find an opportunity, you might be able to get some from these people. (To be continued......)