From any angle, the current situation was not good for Curt's side, but his mood was surprisingly calm, as if he were just staring at a painting.

Time seems to have stood still in the face of this colossal magic, and every illusion is frozen in a certain time and there is no longer any movement. Since the appearance of Sain Democlus, light and shadow have been frozen in this moment, and only strange magic has been expanding.

The rain of light has stopped, but this hypocritical world has not fallen into darkness, but has been illuminated by the magic that has gradually injected into the space. Curt was encased in an icy liquid, which was like a sturdy metal cage that sealed him away with only his spirits.

Lizzie also seemed to have lost her strength, and her limbs were limp on the water, and the spirit at the end was almost completely gone, leaving only a dim shadow. The magic was exhausted, and her figure became extremely thin, and the looming afterimage seemed to dissipate into the void at the slightest touch.

Her body was motionless, as if she were dead—on the surface, but did the spirit have any concept of death?

If it were the souls of the dead, then they would have been dead for a long time, and all that remained was the dregs of thoughts and memories, waiting to decay for an endless time. And if it's a spirit that has been detached from the living body, it's not easy to say. While there are many records of sorcerers leaving their bodies without being able to turn back, we have not heard of spirits that "die" due to depletion of their strength and only return to their bodies.

Death in a dream means waking up in a waking world, and leaving one's body through the means of dreaming is a relatively safe means of getting out of one's body. Because whatever happens in the dream is just a nightmare for the caster himself. Don't get too nervous.

Legend has it that there was a dreamer who reached the depths of the dream by means of guò and gained countless knowledge over the years. But one day. When he was killed by the monster that appeared in the dream and returned to his body, he realized that he had been dead for many years.

Although it is not clear how credible this so-called "legend" is. But some of the phenomena described in it were confirmed early on. Destroying the body does not destroy the soul of the dreamer, nor does killing their spirit in the dream really kill them. Although it is not known what "human" prescribes, this wonderful mechanic has led many sorcerers who study souls to choose to use dreams to explore the world of souls.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there is no fear, although the spirit body is fragile, it is by no means waiting to be slaughtered. Curt didn't know what the avatar in front of him could do, but even if he was angry and "killed" him and Lizzie, it would only be to drive them back into their bodies.

"With your age, it is a rare thing to be able to do this, and I think Cruise François usually spends no less energy on you, right? ”

He seems to have come up with a more probable conjecture about Curt's origins, although most of this "possibility" was only for the sake of convincing himself. At all costs. Sain Democlera already regarded Curt and Lizzie as members of the "Eyes of Knowledge" who served Dean François, and no matter what he said now, he could not dissociate himself from the "Wind of the Twelve".

The ruthless sorcerer stared at the two of them with a blank expression, his cold eyes glinting with a cold light like ice crystals. The body made of liquid and black mud didn't reflect the slightest human expression, but even if he was here, his mask-like face probably wouldn't fluctuate in the slightest.

The body suspended in mid-air was shrouded in a twilight made of black mud and magical threads, and the dazzling light emitted stung Curt's eyes. He was undoubtedly showing off his strength, whether it was the filthy black mud or the light bursting from the mirror, it was all in his hands.

All the magic in the space is still working in the Rubik's Cube network. But after going through a complex circuit, they all ended up connected to him. In other words, just looking at the avatar that framed his image is like looking at the whole world constructed by black mud.

Now, even the word "behemoth" pales in comparison to describe his condition. He reached the huge magical capacity of a mountain with the Cheng dù of a human body. However, these magic powers obviously do not belong to him alone, at least for now, he can still see a large number of different patterns of magic power.

Ten people with ten colors, thousands of people with thousands of faces, there is no absolutely "same" thing in this world. It's the same as innate traits like fingerprints. Different people have different magical properties, even if they don't have the qualifications to be a mage. Nor does it prevent his magic from having the qualifications to represent himself.

If you don't use special spells to disguise it, the magic of one of you can only be the same. It is not as complicated as Sain Democlus demonstrates. There is no doubt that these were squeezed from the Slots by him using the black "sun", and they have not yet been fully digested.

"What the hell do you want to do in this city?" Curt gritted his teeth, constantly fighting against the liquid that was pressing on him, while squeezing a few words out between his teeth, "I can't understand your purpose - to concentrate on killing the Slots, to support the Eye of Truth, and then betray them, and now to create this exaggerated spell to connect that weird 'Alien' with this place." ”

Either one would be enough to be sentenced to death in court, and even the occasional mage who dabbles in heresy is unlikely to do all of these at the same time. Of course, the difficulty of any one is almost beyond the reach of ordinary people, and it is difficult for elite magicians to touch the lower end of it.

The moment the words came out, Curt felt the fluid in his throat tighten, as if an invisible hand was pinching his neck. Although it is a spirit, the sensory response is not completely free from the limitations of the physical body, which is probably one of the counter-effects of dreams.

The gradual pressure made him feel as if his neck was about to be crushed, and if it was a physical body, he might have fainted from exhaustion if he was treated like this. The other party seems to want to sue him by exerting pressure in this way, although he will not kill him and Lizzie, but he can toss them in this way, the pain felt by the spirit is far more vivid than the physical body, and the slightest touch can cause unbearable phantom pain.

However, he was not afraid to anger Sein Democlus, who would be pointless if he killed them now. Knowing that he couldn't kill himself, it was better to provoke him to try to get more information—but this threat was obviously not enough to make him retreat.

Originally, the possession of unequal information was the basis for the strategy to be carried out, and in today's situation, Sain Democla has almost absolute advantage. His existence is only an incidental to most people's "True Eye", even now that he has destroyed that stronghold.

There is so little information that can be gathered now. These guys hide their actions so deeply that almost no one notices their cunning. Not only Curt, but the others couldn't catch the trajectory of him and his men, but it seemed that he had been playing with it all the time.

"Hmph, that's a good question indeed—enough to show your stupidity, like the 'Twelve-Directions Winds' that directs your actions. But what need I sue you? You can't understand my wisdom, and I don't need to understand your stupidity!"

Curt felt like he was almost suffocating, and after being locked in the liquid, he felt that his strength was gradually depleted, and his body was about to be exhausted. Unable to access the magic of the outside world, and at the same time to resist the constant wear and tear of the liquid prison, it will not be long before it is completely powerless.

At this moment, Sein Democlera suddenly burst into laughter, and the shrill laughter stung Curt's spirit: "Mr. Leonster, it is not that I did not give you a choice, but you did not take this opportunity seriously because of your senseless arrogance. ”

Of course, this is not the first time they have met, but apart from direct contact with him himself, it is only in the round of the rock colossus, and he has not seen his true figure every time he has passed. This sorcerer has always followed the principles of mysticism and rarely appears in front of his enemies.

It's hard to say whether that so-called "opportunity" is an opportunity or not, but it should be controlled by him implanting black mud. The man who joined him had now surpassed the limits of humanity under the influence of the black mud, but his mental state seemed to be different from that of the magicians who had been completely controlled.

Whether Sain Democrus deliberately controlled the erosion of Cheng Dù, or whether he used his own power to suppress the polluting effect of black mud on the spirit, the relationship is unclear. However, as long as you have the power of "Black Mud", you can have the strength of your almost immortal body and the capacity of your magic power that far exceeds the original Cheng Dù.

As long as there is an obvious bait such as money or power, there will be many people who do not know the truth and will take the bait. And if the chips are combined with physical strength and magic, then I am afraid that many magicians who were not taken seriously will choose to take the initiative to join his command.

But even if Curt were given a chance to choose again, he would probably only choose to refuse the "invitation" made by Sain Democra. This time it had nothing to do with whether he was trustworthy or not, but Curt felt that if he became his subordinate, the peace he had been longing for would no longer be with him. (To be continued......)