78_78051The sludge attached to the black-clad mages slowly churned, and countless tiny bubbles erupted from the filth deep within their bodies, like liquid boiling under high heat.

These are the sorcerers who were once part of the Eye of Sight, but now all of them have become murderers of their colleagues. The hideous expressions on their faces seemed to be frozen in some extremely painful moment, so that everyone's expressions looked unusually hideous.

The old black robes were covered with blood, but they didn't take it seriously at all, and walked in the sea of corpses and blood without care. More precisely, it was as if they had lost interest in the one around them, and even turned a blind eye to the two who suddenly walked into the room.

As Lizzie said, the two of them had only seen a similar sludge in the recent past—in that "foreign land" that had been destroyed like a nightmare ♀, a⊕nshub⊕a. dream. I thought that I would finally get rid of it with the help of that young man's power, but I didn't expect these things to appear in my homeland like a shadow.

If this was a dream, it would be a laughable nightmare, and to be honest, Curt really didn't want to deal with this disgusting sludge. Not only are they extremely dangerous to living creatures, but they also seem to possess a power capable of harming souls.

Maybe it's not just that, if they're just used as a weapon, maybe it's just a dangerous spell. However, according to what the two of them have seen and heard in a foreign country, this black mud is not just a simple storage of "danger", it can definitely be regarded as a disaster.

Curt will not forget the human forms that dissolved in the darkness, which is probably the last appearance of the inhabitants of that world. They repeat the process of regeneration and extinction. And constantly fighting selflessly in the darkness that engulfs him - whether he lives or dies, he is all bound in the sludge.

It's just some void with the form of a living thing. And there is not even a little residue of the soul left, and even the process of life and death has been replaced. A darkness of incomparable depth engulfed them. Then let them repeat the meaningless action in their own body.

Lizzie could no longer feel the form that human souls should have in these sorcerers, and Curt could see a bloodthirsty madness in those cloudy eyes. The rationality of a sorcerer has long since disappeared, and what is left is nothing more than restraining the beastly nature that is about to explode.

There is only a paper gap between madness and taming, and these strange black dirt give them power, but also rob them of their minds as humans. If the shackles that hold them are freed, these sorcerers wrapped in sludge will immediately become out-of-control monsters.

Now, though, they don't seem to be any different from the walking dead, even if they still have the biological reactions of living creatures. In previous engagements, these sorcerers also seemed to have been fired back by their opponents, and many of them were also badly wounded with deep bones.

But it's weird. The wounds on their bodies didn't interfere with their movements - and they didn't even look bloody. The deep darkness stirred, pulling out a few sticky threads in the place where they flowed, and soon the scars "stitched up" and little by little they were restored to their original state.

On closer inspection, the jet-black dirt is not attached to the surface of the human body, and it appears to have almost seeped into the body of the mage. The skin exposed outside the black robe was covered with countless cracks, and the black dirt was the same as guò, and these wounds poured from the body to the outside.

"What a horrible thing, can these sorcerers still be considered 'creatures'?" Curt pouted, then asked Lizzie, his eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, "I just saw a guy with a cut in his neck, and ordinary people should have died a long time ago." ”

I don't know why. Curt produced the feeling that the blood in the bodies of these sorcerers had been converted into black sludge. Under the influence of some strange force, a mutation is slowly undergoing in the bodies of these mages, making them the strange appearance they are now.

Endless black dirt wrapped around all the mages like vines, slowly wriggling like snakes. These strange substances look like they are alive. They are the ones who control these magicians, driving them to kill their colleagues.

I don't know who is operating the filthy black mud and then controlling the mages, but he may be the third party that attacked the Eye of Truth.

That's a good question. First of all, it depends on how you define the concept of 'living things'. Lizzie's voice was unexpectedly muffled, "If only it means they're still alive." If you can move freely, then everything you can see here can be considered 'alive'. ”

The cross-flowing sludge flowed out of the sorcerers' bodies and slipped back into their bodies through the scars of the guò battle. Slow as it seems. But the black mud was steadily increasing in number, and the body, which had previously only been covered in a thin layer of sludge, was almost completely engulfed in darkness.

Then she paused slightly, and said in a mocking tone: "After all, according to ordinary people, anyone who is not 'dead' can be regarded as still alive." Whether the soul is torn apart, free will is imprisoned, or the body is usurped, as long as it is 'not dead', then it is alive. ”

As Lizzie said, they may still have some of their "creatures" in mind, but most of their bodies have been eaten away by the darkness. There was no way to stop the mutation, and before Curt and Lizzie's eyes, the mages gradually lost their human appearance.

As the sludge multiplied, a deep black filth spread across each sorcerer's body, leaving behind a trail of jet-black lines that looked like tattoos. However, these thick "patterns" are not just about color, but also about the fine cracks that overflow more sludge around the trails they pass.

Their stiff expressions seemed to be distorted by pain, and what little rationality remained was finally vanished from their red-stained eyes. The slightly emaciated bodies that had been in the research institute for many years convulsed constantly, and several people even fell to the ground as a result.

The skin was so pale that it appeared bloodless to bulge slightly, as if there were many worms wriggling around their bodies. Soon, the lead-gray body became dry, cracking with a slight cracking sound, revealing the musculature underneath.

The black sludge tore open the dry body in an instant, spilling out of the cracks. Darkness engulfed the agony mages in the blink of an eye, the flowing filth wrapped around the mages like cobwebs, pulsating veins like the veins of living creatures, replacing their bodies.

No one would treat these monsters as humans, they were like monsters from the deepest recesses of a nightmare. The sticky sludge enveloped the body, and the jet-black clay organized all kinds of strange new parts on the torso, and even the limbs were transformed into mollusk-like structures by the black mud.

Once human, but now a monster parasitized by sludge, the mages who remain in this stronghold may not have a single survivor left. Compared to these fellow monsters, those who were broken apart by them may be lucky.

- At least in the end, he will remain human.

"See, this is their end. ”

Lizzie muttered, a little sad in her flat tone: "After dedicating their lives to the study of spells, until they finally became part of some kind of spell, would these mages voluntarily sacrifice themselves if they knew in advance that they would come to this end?"

In the distance, several sorcerers could barely make out their human form, and the filthy black mud had completely submerged them. The surging black stained every corner of their bodies, and the heavy mud wrapped them tightly and became a part of their bodies.

"In a sense, being like this can be regarded as a very bad way of 'survival'. She bared her teeth, and the corners of her mouth slightly provoked a miserable smile and said, "These mages have lost their human identity, and I am afraid that even the living parts are gradually being swallowed up by the darkness." ”

Having lost his life, even the freedom to die, he was deprived of it, and hearing Lizzie's words, Curt couldn't help but feel a chill. He and Lizzie were locked away at a certain point in time because of the effects of the curse, but at least they had the right to move freely anyway.

There is no doubt that the True Eyes present do not have such an opportunity, and they are all now under the control of the black earth, constantly repeating mechanical behaviors. Curt couldn't confirm what the people who attacked the place were trying to do, but they were undoubtedly the ones who accused the sludge.

Of course, Curt wasn't out of the question—if it was also based on blood or life, it had something to do with the strange crystals produced by the Eye of Truth. Those blood-colored crystals condensed a large amount of life, and eventually became a magical material.

"I don't know, but if it's them, it's not surprising that even if it's voluntary. After a long silence, Curtra led Lizzie down the corner of the room to an area a little further away from the mage, "I wonder if this will turn out now, they themselves have expected it." ”

The sludge was still slowly spreading, and the endless darkness overflowed from the stolen sorcerers. Curt took a soft breath, and he felt that the filthy, sticky black mud seemed to grow faster and faster, and the madness in the eyes of the wizards deepened. (To be continued......).