Based on the blocks thrown by the sorcerer, a blinding blue beam of light pierced the dark-covered "lake" and shot straight into the pitch-black cocoon that stood in the central plaza.

After the blinding blue light swept through, a refreshing aura was felt in the face, forcibly clearing a clearing around the mage. The beam of light that shot out of the crystalline had the power to sweep away the darkness, and the muddy sludge that it wanted to approach was swept away in the blink of an eye.

The fragile darkness was already vulnerable to spells, and only the exaggerated ability of self-recovery allowed them to survive the onslaught of the sorcerers. And these beams are like special drugs created specifically to target them, and the crushed sludge gradually dries up and solids, and it is no longer able to move.

Contrary to the unprepared advance team, the mages who came to the rescue seemed to have already known about the storage of the black mud, so they prepared the equipment before coming. In a few moments, the sorcerers, who were still at a disadvantage, had gained a foothold, while the surrounding sludge did not even have a chance to retreat, and was disintegrated into indistinguishable pieces under the blazing light.

"What is that cube? Could it be some kind of prop to drive spells? ”

The light pierced through the high wall and swept through the depths of the black area without hindrance: "It's really convenient that the enemies that a few mages bombard in turn can be knocked down in just one stroke. If there was such a thing in the first place, wouldn't the previous mages not have to risk their lives?"

As soon as Curt spoke, he shook his head as if he was about to deny, he knew. I made the lowest mistake myself. After all, this is a world of spirits, although matter still exists. But they will only appear as complex magical structures rather than actual objects.

No matter how much that cube looks like a crystal cut from an ice cube, it can't be the real "ice". Naturally, it will not be a catalyst for gemstones. Although its structure was not clear from here, Curt sensed that its appearance might be the result of the condensation of countless Rubik's cubes.

Regardless of what it was, there was no doubt that the light emitted from it had a destructive effect on the black mud. Knowing how to deal with it probably meant that the magicians in the city knew what the black thing was - at least Cruise François knew what it really was.

The previous doubts have subsided for the time being, and the reason why Dean François has not made any movement may be just waiting for a suitable moment. But if that's the case, what Curt and they are doing now is sabotaging François's plan, forcing him to bring it up.

"We tend to decide what to do and what not to do based on our own opinions, and that often means a huge problem. Sometimes we feel like we've made a choice that's best for us. But I don't know that I'm actually on a bad path. ”

Someone's words resurfaced in Curt's memory, and he didn't know how to refute them. Even if there was a slight difference, he was still bound to a human body, unable to connect the information he knew with the unknown, let alone have the eyes to see through it.

Even if they were stripped from the Wheel of Reincarnation due to the curse and had a body capable of escaping the calamity, they had only just taken a step into the distance. Time is limited, and with such an incomplete attitude, it is impossible to reach omniscience and omnipotence, even if it touches that edge.

Suddenly, a bright blue light swept towards Curt and Lizzie. Under this bright light, Curt unconsciously stopped thinking about the distance away. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the area swept by the bright light, even though he knew that it was impossible for a spirit's vision to be obscured by the bright light.

The blazing light not only shook the darkness, but also shrugged away the scattered spirits around them, for it was just as dangerous for them. Wizards don't talk about black mud and residual thoughts separately. Just a slight touch of bright light will destroy everything.

The black that had been entrenched in various parts of the city was greatly rolled, and the surface of the lake, which had been calm, was now stirring up as if it had been hit by a storm. They want to organize a barrier that is strong enough to resist the light. However, the Kuroshio Current, which constantly lapped the shore, was eventually defeated by the magicians.

The pale blue cube reflects the moonlight, and the whole body shines with brilliant brilliance. Several rays of light from other directions pierced the ending body, splitting the rays it was emitting. Moment. The split beams split into three, spreading in different directions, and then splitting into dense remnants at the ends of the farther rays - they flowed between the phantoms like growing vines.

Countless glowing textures sprang up on the dark gray earth, drawing complex intersecting lines on its dark surface, forming a lattice-like ground. The light was so chaotic that the Orthodox looked dizzy, as if the whole world was shaking with their dance.

It was the work of the magicians of the other directions, who also cast the crystals in their hands into the darkness, and the scattered light surrounded the darkened streets. The quiet moonlight is full of calming power, but the weapon that uses it as a source destroys the enemy mercilessly.

At the root of the qiē is the ice-cube-like cube engraved with a magic cube that emits spells. Moonlight shone on their surfaces, locking the infinite glow in a crystal-like shell, condensed into power by the Rubik's Cube, and sprayed into the flood of sludge. The crystallization on the other side repeats a similar process, with the light rays containing the magic of the moon phases circulating infinitely between the cubes.

"Not necessarily. ”

After observing the cube for a while, Lizzie suddenly said, "As I told you before, some schools believe that the soul is a substance, so it's not impossible to use things processed from spirit fragments as magic catalysts - it's just that these materials are hard to come by, and it's very difficult to process. ”

She did find countless traces of the Rubik's Cube's operation in the cube, but that didn't mean it wasn't a physical object

In this backside world, spirits can be said to be everywhere, but there are not many that can be processed into spell tools by mages and successfully used. Remnants of thoughts wandering outside the world are filled with chaotic thoughts, and their memories can also interfere with the sorcerer's actions.

Wizards who study souls usually deal with a variety of spirits, many of which are aggressive. When they infiltrate the world through dreams, if they encounter these enemies, they often have to use their own magic, which is the part that makes up their souls, as weapons to fight. It is for this reason that they have more or less mastered the special art of shaping their own spirits.

As if to verify what she said, Lizzie tore off a small fragment of the spirit from her body, put them to her fingertips and kneaded them. The translucent void slowly changed form, and finally transformed into a strange-looking dagger with a long handle and a short blade in her hand.

I saw a playful smile on her face, and she put the dagger made of her own spirit in front of Curt's eyes, and the sharp blade was like a real dagger. Suddenly, Lizzie grabbed it with her backhand and immediately stabbed the dagger into the black rock wall beside her, dragging it down hard.

Poof!

Curt felt as if he had heard a strange noise, as if a balloon had suddenly leaked, and black air jetted out of the gap that had been separated by Lizzie. The little girl saw a gust of black wind blowing in her face, but she didn't seem panicked, and she staggered and dodged away.

The dagger constructed by the spirit body was still embedded in the rock wall, and the light emitted was like a shield blocking most of the air flow, causing most of the black wind to be scattered into the air. They are like liberated evil spirits, rushing into the free air without hesitation, and then blocking between light and darkness.

If they were human, Curt would probably have sighed as powerlessly as a bug in front of a galloping carriage. These black mist of nothingness are actually more fragile than solid sludge, and they will dissipate at the slightest light.

The rushing light eventually converges into the sky, intertwining into a complex dome that adds a touch of brilliance to the bleak and cloudy world. The splendor of the magic burns brightly, and they are connected to each other to form a geometry that encloses the entire darkness, and the storage zài locked inside is like an insect trapped in amber.

"I see, do you want to use a spell that can block the darkness to create a cage and isolate this place?" Lizzie laughed disdainfully, and then picked up the dagger constructed by the spirit body, and tapped it lightly on the edge of the rift, "I guess in the world on the side of the table, the people in the central square have evacuated." ”

The lower part of the rock wall, the part she had cut open, was still cracking, and the cracks that were dense like cobwebs even spread to their feet. The cracks were only the thickness of a human hair, but the tight distribution made people shudder, as if they were about to collapse in the next second.

No, it's already crumbling - Curt can even feel the ground shaking beneath his feet, full of indescribable realism.

He only felt a violent shaking, and he saw that the black mud that had been built into solid rock suddenly burst, and even the buildings wrapped in it were torn apart at the same moment. It was then that Curt noticed that a swirling gap had appeared below the two of them, and the turbulent darkness was like a whirlpool in a river, waiting to devour those who were unfortunate enough to fall into it.

Deeper than all the darkness I've seen before, something has seeped deep into the land. (To be continued......)