I never thought that one day I would feel that the weapon in my hand would be so heavy, so heavy that I couldn't even drag it to move.

Curt was half-on his knees, letting the blood-colored raindrops from the sky hit him, soaking his coat, which was barely a strip of cloth. An inexplicable chill arose, and he could feel the heat in his blood disappearing, but his strength had not yet recovered.

However, it is only a matter of time, as long as he is given enough time, every qiē damage will disappear, and the body will change back to the way it was at that time. It was only this time that the destruction from the "Chaotic Bloodline" was quite complete, and it took more time than usual for the body to recover.

The blood seemed to boil, the muscles were torn off by the magic flowing through the veins, and the entire body was burned to ashes with the power of flames. The threat to life from the forces of chaos is simply devastating, and no one can survive in the magic that erodes the body.

Sure enough, he was still too desperate, even if he knew that his body could recover, he still couldn't withstand this kind of toss. Charged at the sorcerers with the intention of killing them, only to be mercilessly slashed by them - Curt only took a few steps before his body was pierced by several iron spears.

The cold sensation of the metal made him shudder, and the feeling of blood flowing from his body also caused his body temperature to pass rapidly, making him unable to move again. But this feeling only lasted for a moment, and in an instant, the magic that swept over his body was ignited like a humanoid torch.

"It's not that I want to talk about you, but you're really desperate. ”

At the moment when the flames burned, Curt seemed to hear Lizzie's helpless sigh: "But I'm probably going to trouble you to die once today." I don't know what the principle of this spell is, let alone the direction to crack it, so the fastest way is to let you die first. ”

Although I don't want to admit it. But Lizzie has no choice but to give up on Curt's treatment for now, as acting haphazardly while not knowing how the spell works will only make the situation worse. If there is time. Of course, she wouldn't refuse to do something practical with Curt, but she obviously didn't have the opportunity to do so at that time.

The two mages stopped Curt who wanted to rush at his colleagues, and the rest of them naturally did not let go of the opportunity to attack. Perhaps they thought that there were not many people left in the car who could stop them, and the iron spear in their hands had been wrapped in a layer of rolling magic.

From my own experience, the magic of that layer of "fire" has the power of appearance, and it can easily cut through the human body. Not only that, but the power of the real flames could scorch the flesh and turn them into a black shard that was indistinguishable from the original.

They looked as if they were trying to dismember the armored vehicle along with its occupants, and stabbed at the body with their iron spears. Even those armor plates made of steel on armored vehicles. There is probably no way to support a few attacks under the power of this kind of Cheng dù.

But just as they rushed to the back of the armored car, the rear door, which had been tightly closed after Curt rushed out, suddenly opened, and several mechanics locked between the eyebrows of the approaching people. They were spare weapons that had been kept in their weapons case, and the exhausted mages had to put them to use at this time.

Bang bang bang -

A series of crisp bursts pierced the empty crossroads, and the projectiles filled with the high-density mana core immediately pierced the enemy's head. As if they had been hit by a hammer, their bodies shook and then stumbled backwards, the magic in their hands dimmed slightly.

However, the retreat was only a matter of moments after being hit by the projectile, and the mages who had been cut in their heads quickly stabilized the momentum of retreat. Even if a small piece of the brain marrow is burned off. They still did not lose their combat effectiveness, and soon once again brandished their iron spears and charged at the armored vehicles.

"Sure enough, it's completely useless to rely on these light mechanics, these guys will soon be back to their original state. In the haze, Curt seemed to hear a sorcerer sigh of helplessness. "Heavy weapons - or spells – must be used to stop them effectively. ”

The few remaining bullets were quickly poured out, smashing the closing mages into a sieve. However, the damage they inflicted was quickly repaired by the Bloodline of Chaos. The slightly retreating mages burst out with more powerful magic and rushed towards the armored vehicle.

The sorcerers tried to organize spells to protect the body from the magic wrapped around the iron spear, but they couldn't create a decent shield with the little power left. The shattered wall barely deflected the force of the slash towards the car. But it can't completely neutralize the enemy's attack.

The open door was closed again, and the mages who remained in the car barely held up a protective shield. to defend against enemy destruction. They had already exhausted their magic power in their previous actions, but in order to protect the body, they could only force themselves to cast spells.

Perhaps this is the time to preemptively strike and use these precious magic powers to build a wall that is not strong, rather than turning them into incendiary spells to turn enemies into ashes. However, this is the enemy's home turf after all, and the magic of the chaos has made it difficult to construct an effective Rubik's Cube—when the usual methods are blocked by the enemy, these mages have lost most of their strength.

Ping Pong!

The sound of metal clashing was heard incessantly, and the enemy violently swung his iron spear into the guard plate of the armored vehicle, as if wielding an engineering sledgehammer. Under their attack, quite a few dents had already appeared in the armor plates, and several of the joints were even about to crack.

"You zombie-like creatures, you're getting carried away! garbage like you should have been packed up and thrown back to the depths of the water!"

While the mages on the armored car were struggling to resist the enemy's attack, Liqi, who had been silent in the corner, finally couldn't sit still. She shouted and opened the door on the side of the car, smashing a black piece directly at the sorcerer who was still wielding the iron spear.

All you can hear is a "stab" sound like the air has been torn apart, and what Lizzie threw out hits the sorcerer's body in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, the accumulated magic power poured out, and a dim gray-white light immediately engulfed him.

On closer inspection, it was a shard of carefully polished glass, and the sharp head looked like a spear head, piercing into the sorcerer's unsuspecting chest. Lizzie's pale magic refracted into a gray afterglow in the glass block, tearing at the prey's twisted limbs.

Perhaps this was the distraction of the two wizards around Curt, who were trying to throw another block of glass at the other magician. They had been wary of Lizzie and soon noticed the large amount of magic surging in the girl's body, and they focused their eyes on her.

The Wizard Wizard Iron Spear, which had restrained Curt's movements, pulled out of his body. Instead, he rushed towards Liki, who had exposed herself to the defense. Apparently Curt didn't need them to worry anymore, and it wouldn't be long before the blazing blood-colored flames would turn him to ashes.

But it was these carelessness that brought them into a crisis, and Curt, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly got up, and the war hammer in his hand smashed open the head of an enemy in an instant. The last bit of magic hidden within the warhammer seeped into his body, turning his poor brain into a ball of tofu.

Watching his colleague fall like a rag doll, and another mage furious, the iron spear that had barely left Curt's body pierced his body once again. The heart was pierced, and the tip of the spear with specialized piercing power tore through his body, and the blood that flowed out burned in the air.

The pain was sharp in an instant, accompanied by a sense of detachment, and death befell the body, so Curt's memories of the previous events stayed at this moment. By the time he came back to his senses, there were only unprocessed remnants of the body around him, and the armored vehicle was long gone.

"Phew—it looks like the enemy has been dealt with. Curt took a deep breath and clenched the weapon in his hand, "But why am I the only one left here?"

Curt hoped to get some information from Lizzie's side, but there was no response from the other side of the soul connection, and he didn't know what was going on on the girl's side. He didn't have the technology to control the connection, so he could only wait unilaterally for Lizzie to respond to his call.

After resting for a while, Curt was finally able to stand up and take a look at his surroundings—there was no one left around. The only remnants were corpses and destroyed scraps, the blood of which could be seen burned dry and their heads shattered by spells.

The smell of blood in the air had subsided considerably, and neither of the two sides that had fought here had fled. Observing the surrounding environment a little, not only the mages on both sides of the enemy, but even the anomalous magic power withdrew from the surroundings, leaving only some red traces of raindrops in the sky.

He checked his surroundings again, and the only ones left at the crossroads were him and the lifeless corpses, none of which belonged to the Academy. One thing is for sure, all of these dead died from the attack of the spell, especially the sorcerer who killed him, who was almost a piece of charcoal.

If you look at it from a slightly more optimistic point of view, it should be the mages who killed the people who tried to intercept them here. In order to avoid further attacks by Sain Democra, they hurriedly left the intersection after repairing the power system of the armored vehicle.

The only place they could go was the stronghold near the central square. (To be continued......)