On top of the "altar", which is composed of several metal columns and complex mechanical structures, the "processing" of Curt is continuing in an orderly manner.

The young mercenary whispered, there was no trace of blood on his pale face, a large amount of blood flowed out of his body, if it was a person who was in slightly worse health, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago. And the reason why he still has a breath of breath now may be because this spell ritual can't let him sleep easily.

The magic was tearing through his body, and the frenzied magic had shattered several bones. Although Curt tried his best to hide his body's reaction and not react to the pain of his own torture, the pain still made his body twitch.

It is the ability to resist physical pain in time, but the mental torture is even more chilling. Although the physical damage can be repaired by relying on the "curse", the mental problems caused by excessive torture are fundamentally unremedy.

It may be argued that human beings are more vulnerable than they think when it comes to direct mental effects than physical suffering. The so-called "healthy" body and mind are in fact nothing more than unexpected scars after being stimulated to a certain extent.

However, this has long been a matter of accustomation for Curt, whether it is torture or deeper torture, it has been experienced countless times. When the body cannot be destroyed, even "death" is a normal state that can be gradually accepted.

"Ha, ha, ha, honestly, it's a little uncomfortable - you can't just give me a little pleasure, can't you?" Curt struggled to squeeze half a sentence of protest out between his teeth. "You, you're not tired, I'm tired!"

However, no one heeded his protests, just as no one cared about the questions he had raised. The cold eyes of the surrounding mages cast an emotionless gaze. staring at the painful Curt without changing his face, he did not feel the slightest sympathy for his pain.

They were like watching the dissected mice on the test bench. It's just about what the results of this "experiment" can bring. Just by looking at the lack of warmth, it is easy to see that these people, like Sain Democra, are research maniacs who have abandoned their feelings.

They were waiting, vaguely discerning a small longing in their eyes, longing for something in Curt to match their wishes. To do this, they did not hesitate to disintegrate Curt into the scraps of flesh and blood, just as they did with the Slots.

But Curt really couldn't figure out what they were craving, and Sain Democla kept everything under wraps. He didn't think there was anything special about the blood that flowed in his body that belonged to the "crows" that deserved their expectations.

"I think I've already said that you probably don't know what the value of blood in your body is. However, it is a great waste that they remain in your body that will eventually decay. ”

As if sensing what was going on in Curt's mind, Sain Democlave finally spoke: "Life has magical powers, and blood is the currency of life." Every drop of blood in any organism is extremely precious, and human beings, especially those who have been integrated into the 'chaos' in their bodies, can refine their blood with the power to move the world's principles when properly handled. ”

That is the so-called "Chaos Bloodline", and there are indeed some schools of thought that the current human race has been mixed with the blood of many alien races, and even believes that this is the reason why people can use spells. That being said, this is a view held by a minority of sorcery schools. It is not used by the mainstream schools, and furthermore, there are even fewer people who try to restore the "chaos" located at the source from the blood of human beings.

Obviously, the sorcerer in front of him was one of those who believed in this view. And he not only believed, but acted to test this theory. Although Curt does not know what kind of means he used to put it into practice, the facts have proved that this statement does have a certain factual basis.

Greed, selfishness, coldness, and cruelty could perhaps be added with more negative connotations to describe Sain Democra as a person. However, despite the addition of countless derogatory terms. Curt still couldn't deny the sorcerer's talent, because he was outstanding.

It may not be an exaggeration to describe it as "genius". Not only does he have the power to cast spells, but he also has the action to put his plans into action. Probably just these achievements have been made so far. It was enough for him to become the highest rank of mage in the Dominion and even in the Empire.

However, perhaps it is precisely because he is a "genius" that he is so self-centered - it seems that there is often a thin line between a genius and a madman. Murder is a matter of course, and in Sain Democra's dictionary, the term "hesitation" probably never exists.

There is no doubt that if it is for his own goals, he does not hesitate to put everything around him on the altar, and the things he asks for may be something that ordinary people cannot understand. After all, coherence and common sense were just empty words for him, and he just used everything he could to move forward.

He is an isolated man, but he wants to be the enemy of the whole world order by virtue of his own people. Even if he occasionally relies on the strength of others, this is not cooperation in his eyes, because those who assist him are nothing more than pawns at his fingertips.

No matter what the situation is, he always stands at the apex to control the people who surrender to him, and everything is prioritized by his own will. Joining forces meant nothing to Sain Democra, all he sought was to establish social relations like bees or ants, and only by overwhelmingly inferior relations of superiority could he satisfy a small part of his heart.

It may be argued that he will not trust anyone else to have "good intentions", perhaps because he thinks that if their will is allowed to control the situation, then they will always end up with superficial ** or individualism leading the plan into a rampage, and thus affect himself.

Madmen are not criminals, yet they can sometimes be worse than criminals, and the crimes they commit are often devastating. Criminals commit crimes mostly just to satisfy their own **, and when ** is satisfied, they will restrain themselves for a short time - but the madman will not slow down because things in reality will never feed the hungry monster in his chest.

"Hmph, I don't understand? Maybe that's true, after all, I never thought that the filthy blood in my body was worth anything. Curt smiled coldly, but soon bared his teeth in severe pain, "But even if they are of any value, I won't give them to you for free." ”

It is natural not to understand, after all, Curt Leinster is not Sain Democlus, and he can never fully understand what is going on in his head. And Curt was sure that few of the sorcerer's men could understand what he was doing, because all the sorcerer needed was absolute power, and the sorcerers worshipped him as if he were a god.

In the sharp pain that flowed through his body, Curt gritted his teeth and glanced at the metal columns sitting in a circular motion around him, and pursed his lips in disdain. They continued to roar and move, and the ancient words depicted on the metal pillars emitted a colorful afterglow—almost instantly, the strange magic that flowed through the air created a complex web under their effect.

The magic that reverberated in the air became more and more intense, and the power released into the space unleashed a lightning that danced like a golden snake around the metal pillar. The metal structures in the corners of the room did not move, and the swollen mana stimulated them, constantly emitting subtle resonances.

If all of this magic had been hostile, the space would have been razed by the unbridled expansion of power. The reason why there hasn't been any bad influence in this neighborhood now may be because the Rubik's cube arranged here has the effect of stabilizing the magic power, allowing them to point at Curt in unison.

Sain Democra, on the other hand, looked at Curt with a mocking expression, shook his head and said, "Believe me, you will soon be honored for your efforts, and the value of your life will be maximized in my hands, and you will become the cornerstone of a new order in this world." ”

He thought he was sure of his victory, as if he was preparing to process experimental materials, and the behavior he had experienced countless times had already become the norm for him to be familiar with. Although he knew that Curt would not honestly wait for the ceremony to come to an end, he clearly no longer regarded him as a worthy object.

This stronghold, though it was only a defense line for the defenders not long ago, has now become a central stronghold for his sorcerers. There was no way for Curt to turn the situation around, and even if reinforcements arrived now, it wouldn't be long before he would die after losing too much blood.

"It's so sad, both alone and these mages who have chosen to give their lives for your 'plan'. Curt sighed weakly, his weak voice making him feel as if he would die in the next second, "But to give everything for this kind of unknown behavior, it can be regarded as a suitable ending for a mage, for the answer to explore, give everything away." ”

With the last shred of strength, the words he uttered were like his last words, but the response was only the indifferent gaze of the other party. (To be continued......)