There was no way to avoid the out-of-control spells that erupted at close range, and the magic that poured out of the gap in the Rubik's Cube seemed to engulf Curt like a torrent. n∈，.

In an instant, the incandescent light engulfed a qiē in front of him, and the infected white completely obscured the horizon. Under this too dazzling light, Curt's eyes felt a sharp tingling pain, giving people the illusion that their retinas were about to turn to ashes.

In the silence, only the crisp echo of the shattering of the Rubik's Cubes could be heard, sounding like fragile glasses had been slammed to the ground, shattering into countless sharp fragments. As the sound of shattering continued, it was as if the whole world was collapsing with the collapse of those Rubik's Cubes.

Severe pain -

The skin of the whole body was as if it was being burned with flames, and the hot magic constantly heated the air, mercilessly burning Curt's body. In the midst of this merciless fire, he felt that his muscles and bone marrow were pierced like cold steel needles by someone, and the blood that flowed out was evaporated in the blink of an eye.

The out-of-control magic turned into a torture instrument that brought pain to people, and frantically raged in space. They turned into physical beings, tearing the air with white blades and tearing apart the creatures trapped in the knife array into the residue of flesh and blood.

In the middle of the night, the blazing light gradually dissipated, and the out-of-control magic gradually faded, and all that remained in the streets of the manic magic was a mess. The streets were scorched by the heat, leaving a large blackened mark, and the lampposts that had been hit by the magic shock were broken off at the waist, leaving only half a piece of broken iron.

Around the site of the explosion, there were several sorcerers scattered around. The protective clothing on their disgraced faces has long been tattered, and they are more or less colorful. If it weren't for the clothes on the body, there was some protection. I'm afraid they will inevitably lack arms and legs now.

And in the middle of these sorcerers—that is, in the middle of the explosion—half-crouched a man who could almost be described as "coke". The clothes that wrapped around his body were almost charred, and his body was almost distorted into a twisted wreck from the scorching flames.

"It hurts...... This time it's really just a thin line away from death, right?"

Suddenly. The corners of the wreckage's twisted mouth moved, and a few black fragments fell from the sideline: "But even after reaching this point, I still can't cross that line, should I admire the effect of that 'curse', or should I thank it for saving me more than once?"

As he spoke, he stiffened his body and stood up with the long knife in his hand. The little bit that had been almost charred before was replaced by flesh and skin, and the body that had been almost consumed by the flames became alive, and the char wrapped around the body slowly drooped.

It's a replay of the scene where he was charred -- probably most people who see this scene will have the idea. A moment ago it was just a charred wreckage, but now. No matter who you are, you can see that he is a human being in the truest sense of the word.

His clothes, almost completely destroyed by the flames, slowly peeled off as he moved, leaving only a few rags wrapped around his body. One scar after another from the past left on his not-so-strong body, and one of the scars that ran from his neck to his flanks was particularly conspicuous.

It was a serious injury that almost tore a person in half, and I couldn't imagine what kind of weapon would carve such a scar on a person's body. It is safe to say that if anyone suffers such an injury in the same part of his body, his family will already start preparing for him.

It is not recoverable and is a serious injury sufficient to kill.

"What's the solution?" said Lizzie, who was slowly approaching him from behind, in a strange tone, "Who made you choose to use magic to knock those manipulated fools away?" It's not used to defend yourself -- you can tell me that you can get unharmed, can you?"

After saying these words, she let out a soft "hum" in her nose. He casually threw a heavy protective coat into Curt's face. It seemed to have been peeled from a downed mercenary she had just peeled, and there was still a slight amount of warmth on the rain-soaked woolen cloth.

Casually taking the coat that was thrown in Liqi's face and putting it on his body, Curt looked at the girl who was still walking in front of him. Her eyes were clearly full of doubts about Curt's behavior. As if asking Curt: What qualifications do you have to say that I act too impulsively?

Looking at Lizzie like this, Curt could only shrug his shoulders - obviously. Although she didn't express it in guò, the black girl was quite dissatisfied with the choice Curt had just made. But what exactly is he complaining about? He couldn't see that.

"Minimizing Victimization - in a sense, this should be the optimal solution, right?"

This is perhaps the most perfunctory words that Lizzie uses to perfunctory Curt, but now he uses it to perfunctory her: "None of them were too badly injured, and my body ...... You see, isn't it possible to recover one's physique no matter how much damage you suffer? ”

Putting on the coat that he had taken from the mercenary for some reason, Curt pretended to fiddle with the joints with ease. The previous mana impact had only caused some physical damage, and the speed of recovery was much faster than that of a broken injury, and although his arm was still a little stiff, his movement was no longer a problem.

"Hmph, what do you mean by 'optimal solution'...... Do you think that's really the case?" Lizzie scoffed at Curt's argument and waved her hand casually, motioning for him to look in the other direction, "You'd better sort things out faster than these indifferent things, and we'll have to deal with the more troublesome things." ”

Just behind her, the mercenaries who had been able to form a neat formation not long ago were already lying in the streets of the street. Staggering unconscious, the steady breathing at least proved that these tenacious creatures were not in danger of life...... At best, it's just a coma.

At first glance, Curt felt that they were somewhat similar to what had happened to Herd himself, and they were both in an unusual coma. The magic that had supported their activities had changed from its previous stable appearance, absorbing the magic in their bodies like leeches.

Perhaps it was Lizzie's reverse interpretation that undermined the spell that interfered with the entire city, and the entire magical structure took on a strange skew. With their location at the center, the trajectory of the mana became disorganized, as if it had turned into a beast that could break free at any moment.

Not only that, but the dark clouds that covered the city were also torn open, and a little moonlight spilled onto the ground through the gaps in the clouds, reflecting a strange purple light. The heterogeneous magic was given an even stranger nature in the moonlight, and the glow was unsettling.

Some fog spreads from street corners, adding more mystery to the streets of the rainstorming downpour. Curt noticed that the mist seemed to have some strange properties, and it was rapidly flowing out of the corners of the walls, reaching little by little towards the bodies of the mercenaries who had fallen to the ground.

After laughing a few times, Curt smiled helplessly: "It's really an exaggerated situation...... Should I say it's you?, but what's the deal with this strange spell, it looks like they've got a lot of 'stuff' connected to the city's inner magical network. ”

Mercenaries and magicians, they seem to have become part of this huge Rubik's Cube, their life force being drained little by little, and then transformed into a part of the rich magic power. Those strange mist seemed to be attracted by the magic that kept flowing around them.

Not only that, but Curt felt that the "sense of distortion" he felt was constantly expanding.

It's a subtle feeling, and Curt doesn't even know how to put it into words. I just feel that everything around me is in a state of ambiguity, they seem to be right in front of me, but they lack the sense of reality they deserve, as if they are just an illusion.

"Remember that eerie 'twilight'?"

Lizzie walked slowly to Curt's side, a flickering flame lit on her erected fingers—bright, but not the slightest warmth, a pale blue glow like a cube of ice. The light it emits paints a faint blue color around it.

What a wonderful flame...... Curt couldn't help but stare at Liki's fingertips, and she shook the flame at will, letting it illuminate more areas.

The magic that escaped around it swirled around the pale flames, and then it was sucked into it, transforming into another solid form. The spreading mist twitched suddenly, then retreated a little back into an area unlit by the flames...... It looks like they know fear too.

"If it was 'the actualization of dreams,' then the current way it is 'dreaming of reality.'" Ignoring Curt's reaction, Lizzie casually continued, "Although the principle is a little more complicated than it sounds, the purpose is to create a scene that can control the 'dream man'. ”

I couldn't tell whether the qiē in front of me was real or a dream, and the whole city was shrouded in this strange "dream". In other words, Catrice City has become a stage for being controlled by spells, and if something unthinkable happens, it is only the will of the other party after all.

In the flickering light of the fire, it seemed as if a thin film was gradually fading from the surface of the thing in front of him. For some reason, when these intangible things subsided, the ambiguity that covered the surroundings disappeared, and the rain-soaked streets finally regained their proper sense of reality

"How's it going? Are you interested in going to everyone's dreams?"

Lizzie smiled slightly, and with a slight lift of her finger extinguished the flames, and after the light faded, only a thickening mist appeared in the darkness. (To be continued......)