Dizzy, as if wrapped in an invisible wind, they whistled wildly, tearing at the two men who were surrounded by them.

Extremely thick magic spread around them, but they were as empty as they were in the air. Curt inexplicably felt that he was being immersed in a sea of magic constructed entirely of magic, because their numbers were so large that they could not easily capture the real existence

The passages created by the doors swirl like whirlpools, passing through the intricate passages. These myriad tunnels, similar to the roads that can be passed, are intertwined, and they look like a vast labyrinth that confuses all travelers who step into this place.

The space in front of us is filled with a vague light, and they sway slightly, interweaving a wonderful scene. The diffuse glimmer of light lingered around like clouds, and the gray balls of light were like stone bricks laid on the ground, guiding visitors into the distance.

All landscapes that had never been seen before, yet the images they constructed seemed familiar, and Curt stared around suspiciously, searching for similar fragments in his memory. However, such efforts were in vain, and no matter how much he thought about it, he could not think of an answer that met the criteria.

In Lizzie's words, this is a space between countless worlds. They communicate in a myriad of different worlds in some wonderful form, and there are always scenes that seem to have been seen before, because they are just crude reproductions of the scenes in the memories of the visitors.

It's so desolate, nothing tangible is going to stay in this space. Anyone can tell that this space will not be tolerant of anything strange that sets foot in it. The hospitality that awaited those visitors was only a cold and murderous intent.

After stepping through the seemingly "mirrored" door, Curt suddenly felt an indescribable feeling. It's as if the body is no longer your own. In an instant, the sense of direction, up, down, left and right was completely subverted. I can only feel an inexplicable sense of detachment filling my body.

The winds of impermanence raged mercilessly in these passages, and the magic that flowed was cold and sharp, and they ruthlessly weaved a series of sharp blades that could easily cut through space, as if they were going to tear the people who passed through these tunnels to shreds in the next second. A large number of things that have been dismembered by them remain in this space, and these wrecks are quietly left in the corners of the world, and no one will ever notice their existence again.

This world is as dangerous as it appears, and if you are not careful, you will never recover. Curt stepped along, walking on a gray circle of light that was not much of a road, and the space here had a subtle sense of distance. It is difficult to grasp the distance of action with every step taken at will.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, Curt noticed that his shoulder was crossed by a cold "blade", and subconsciously adjusted his posture to make an avoidable movement. A sharp sensation flashed, and only then did he notice that a large piece of his shoulder had been cut off by the colorless blade, and not even a trace of blood had escaped from the wound.

The sensation is quite subtle, as if a part of one's body has been eliminated along with the space. Without the slightest pain, the sluggish paralysis gradually spread over the wound on the shoulder, and in a matter of moments, it spread to the entire arm, making Curt's entire arm lose its sense.

"What the hell is this......

He frowned. Gazing at the gaped opening on his shoulder with some confusion, he muttered: "Isn't this the so-called 'magic turbulence'? It is really merciless to cut people, if it is cut on the body of an ordinary living thing, it will be completely deprived of mobility in a few strokes." ”

Like a deadly toxin, that feeling of powerlessness can visibly interfere with action. Curt felt weak even if he tried to move a finger. The arms were painted with a necrotic gray color, and they spread rapidly with the paralysis that seeped into the body.

The life contained in this arm began to wither at the same moment it was sliced by the invisible blades, and gradually deepened as the wound burst open. An eerie feeling crept through Curt's mind. He tried to swing his arms with all his might, but to no avail.

However, at the moment when the wound expands to the extreme. It begins the phenomenon of "regression". Curt has seen this process countless times, and the wound slowly heals from the very edge. The paralyzing sensation that penetrates into the body gradually disappears little by little in the opposite direction.

After a while, the previous injuries were completely gone, and Curt's body returned to its usual "normal". Looking at the arm that had been completely restored, Curt couldn't help but smile bitterly - although they called this state a "curse", sometimes he really didn't know whether it was a "curse" or a "blessing", at least if it hadn't existed, the two would have died countless times.

But because they never really died, they often encounter the same dilemma as giants who are stuck in the mud when they are in a deadly environment. Born and dead, dead and resurrected...... The process of going on almost infinitely can only make people feel numb in the end.

Obviously, this kind of powerless encounter is now going to be repeated again - perhaps because the first attack didn't finish them off, and the next attack became more violent. The invisible blade surrounded the two of them from all sides, as if they were about to cut them with a thousand knives.

The two besieged by the blades were like fallen leaves in a storm, and the sharp touch continued to pass over Curt's body, and the paralysis continued to rob him of the ability to move. Seeing that the situation was not good, Curt immediately covered Lizzie with his body, and took all the blade attacks by himself.

Often, before the old wound could heal, a new scar had already been cut on him by the whizzing blade, and Curt struggled under the onslaught of a storm. The physique that used to have a headache has become the biggest reliance at this time, and even if it is difficult, it is still moving forward.

Buzz Buzz......

At that moment, he seemed to hear a chaotic buzz, and a circle of shocks that were difficult to detect with the naked eye spread out around him. They silently slammed into the invisible blades that were still shrinking the encirclement, smoothing them out with waves that were diametrically opposed to them.

"Whew...... That might be a little better. ”

Lizzie let out a deep breath, and then the whole person went soft enough to sit in Curt's arms, gasping for breath in a low voice. The Rubik's cube in her hand flickered and flickered, and the spell structure composed of several irregular geometric bodies was constantly changing shape with her command.

The shock continued to emerge from the Rubik's cube at Lizzy's fingertips, intercepting the blade before it could reach it. It's an extremely complex spell structure, and just looking at the twisted form makes it seem rather unstable - maintaining such a spell consumes a lot of the caster's energy.

The magic around them is surging like a tidal wave, and the geometry in the Rubik's cube can only change its layout and circuit at any time as they change. Lizzie adjusted her breathing, carefully observing the changes around her, while using all her strength to unleash the concussions that interfered with the turbulence of the magical force.

"Be careful, these things may be the storage of the defense mechanism between the worlds, they will dismember the things that should not be stored here, and then clean up the remaining garbage. Liqi, curled up in Curt's arms, whispered, her face looking terrible, "The walls of the world are certainly not so easy to traverse, and anything that breaks into here will be attacked by them - maybe it is because of them that the world will remain relatively safe, but I think they are undoubtedly one of the reasons why summoning spells are difficult to succeed." ”

With that, Lizzie covered her forehead with her hand and moaned in a low voice, she looked like she had a splitting headache, and she almost threw it out. Obviously, the form of magic in this space is not something that can be understood for a short time, and she only forcibly uses her magic to adjust a specific shock wave to counteract the "blades" built by the turbulent current. Although she was not at the point of exhausting herself, the resulting backlash made her in a trance.

Not only that, but the chaotic magic that enveloped them made Lizzie feel uncomfortable. Their forms of existence are extreme, and the mere mere mere staring at them makes Lizzy feel dizzy, let alone surrounded by them. Although she tried to ignore the unusually chaotic magic, her self-consciousness as a mage made her subconsciously recognize the direction of the magic around her, and in the end, she could only end up in this way.

Curt was about to say something to distract Lizzie when he suddenly noticed that his feet were gradually off the ground. The howling winds grew stronger, dragging them in unknown directions. Curt hugged Lizzie tightly, the girl's thin body curled up in his arms and trembled slightly, the two of them were now like paper kites with broken threads, and they had no idea where they would be taken.

A qiē was born almost instantly, and a huge force that was difficult to resist firmly grasped the two and threw them violently. The roar of wind and thunder echoed in his ears, and in the boundless magic frenzy, Curt felt that he and Lizzie were spinning and flying in unknown directions.

The forehead seemed to have been beaten with a blunt object, and the severe pain made people mentally sluggish. In the endless wind, Curt noticed her arms clinging to Lizzie, and she could even feel Lizzie's nails digging deep into her flesh.

Immediately afterward, he was thrown headfirst to the ground, and bursts of sparks exploded in front of his eyes. His already painful head felt like it was about to shatter - it didn't hurt anymore, and he even felt like there must have been a part of his skull or spine that shattered when it hit the ground.

But just before he could find the north, his ears caught a small voice: "W-What's going on? How can anyone ...... here" (to be continued!)

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