The tragic situation at the scene can only be described by the word "disaster", and perhaps the damage caused by an earthquake or storm is not exaggerated by his sword alone.

The flat concrete floor was ploughed out by the blades of the sword, the walls made of stone bricks collapsed with a single blow, and the plants that adorned the roadside were uprooted. Nothing can stop the blow of this humanoid saboteur, even if he does nothing but walk on the road to bring destruction.

This tall man was dangerous, his strength was already beyond that of ordinary people, and he became even more powerful after receiving the black mud given by Sain Democlus. This has already been confirmed in the stronghold where the Eye of Truth was destroyed, and no further evidence is needed to prove it.

However, when he came out of the shadows again, his appearance became even more eerie than when they met before. Although his face still had a similar outline, his muscular body was even more swollen - a hideous appearance that almost made him lose his human form completely.

Curt had never seen a human body as strong as this before, and even the "bodybuilding champions" he could often see in the newspapers were less than half his size. And if he remembered correctly, when he saw him not long ago, the man was not so strong.

∫ you know, this guy is supposed to be just a human, not Gulinius, but his body is now taller than Carlrota. The giant sword, which was originally too exaggerated to others, was placed in his hand at this time, and it looked like an ordinary weapon.

But it is too unreasonable to compare his proportion with ordinary people, like forcibly comparing wolves with sheep. Perfectly reasonable conditions for ordinary people. It seemed so out of place on him - because the two were almost two different creatures.

Curt remembers the first time he saw him, many of the people in the Mercenary Administration maintained a respectful attitude towards him. And when communicating with Curt, he also seems to be full of rationality. And the second time, after the darkness was wrapped around him. As the price of gaining power, his reason seems to be beginning to crumble.

As for whether he is still sensible, it is uncertain, at least Curt does not think that there is still a trace of rationality in his eyes that exude a fierce brilliance like a beast. Now he only knows how to wield the giant sword in his hand and bring ruin to the Cun Zài who appears in front of him.

It was as if only Zài and the legendary berserkers of the Northland appeared in front of him, but this man was definitely more than twice as dangerous as those ferocious warriors. His ** has been affected by the magic power, and has swelled to the level of almost a beast, and those sludges seem to be still expanding their influence.

The darkness that had been entangled around him like a cloud was now almost solid, reflecting a dull armor-like light in the roof lights, wrapping around his body layer by layer. The magic bullets that came out of the mechanic's gun and hit him were all bounced off. There's no way to hurt him in the slightest.

Most of his magic is torn apart by the darkness that guards him, and then absorbed into a part of himself. After shooting around him for a few moments, the sorcerers noticed that not only the guard's attacks were ineffective, but also the spells they were proud of.

Ranged attacks are ineffective, but even if you want to attack with a weapon, you can't get close to him. Because anyone who wanted to get close to him, whether it was a guard or a mage, was all "destroyed" by him with the greatsword in his hand. The first person to try to do so was a bloody example. The guard tried to get close and shoot him, but was cut in half by the oncoming greatsword.

"This guy still has those black things"

A sorcerer saw that his companion who was sitting next to him not long ago was killed by the enemy, and his face turned pale: "What are you kidding, is this guy a monster? Even a metal monster can't have such strength, can someone use something?"

The frightened expression distorted the frozen face, but the consciousness and reason belonging to the mage made him choose to retreat even if his lower limbs were constantly trembling. His eyes widened to make out the sludge. But in order to concentrate, I had to slow down.

But it was definitely a wrong choice, because the light from the massive amount of magic concentrated in the darkness directly stunned his eyes. At the same time, the man who had killed a security officer not long ago also discovered his intentions. The eyes that revealed the fierce light stared straight at him.

In an instant, the muscular body was in motion. The darkness entangled in his body left an eerie afterimage in the dim street lights.

Almost in the blink of an eye, his figure flashed in front of the stunned sorcerer from a dozen paces away. The greatsword on his shoulder exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

The sorcerer who was being targeted was completely stunned, looking at the huge body that appeared in front of him, and he didn't know how to react. But it was these hesitations that put him in an extremely dangerous position, and the giant sword he carried on his shoulder slashed straight down with lightning speed.

Only a dull "click" could be heard, and the mage's intact human body was crushed by the darkness that spiraled around the greatsword. The splattered flesh bloomed a huge "flower" on the ground, and the broken internal organs were still squirming slightly.

The guards who had arrived from other neighborhoods only had time to see the bloody scene, and one young guard almost threw up. The bloody appearance made the faces of the older security officers who had seen all kinds of strange corpses change, almost instinctively wanting to stay away from this man.

They were all ordinary people, and even the mages who assisted them were not out of the realm of "human" - and that man could definitely be called a monster. It would be a disaster to meet him here, and it would be a death attempt to break through his obstacles and rush into the encirclement.

"What's this, this guy should be a genuine 'sword seller', right?"

Curt muttered in a low voice, while silently mourning for the slain mage for a second in his heart: "Hermia, you get out of here now—this guy is indeed dangerous, but he is probably just trying to prevent us from approaching the area near the central square. ”

He had wanted to save the sorcerer from the man's sword, but he immediately reacted that it was impossible unless he was willing to be chopped to pieces instead of the sorcerer. Although this was not a problem for him, he was "killed" in front of everyone, and there was no way to justify it afterwards.

In the worst case, the mages who maintained the wall of light around the central plaza have all been wiped out, and the previous contact was due to enemy attacks. However, Sein Democlave was definitely not the only one under his command, not only the people on this road, but also the members of the garrison patrolling several sides around the area were probably also attacked, and not targeting civilians may have been his greatest mercy.

Curt noticed that he didn't have a fixed target, and that most of his previous attacks had been a deterrent - except for the few who threatened him. He wasn't even targeted in a previous battle with this man, and he really couldn't tell if the other party remembered him.

There was no way, he didn't say a word, but he had already expressed his attitude with his actions, and all those who attacked him were repelled by his power. The slightly better ones were thrown into the rubble by the side of the road with a single punch, and the worst ones were probably the first two who were killed by a single sword.

Seeing the horrible death of his companions made even the bravest people shudder, not to mention some of the members of the garrison who lacked actual combat. It was indeed their job to keep the city safe, but they were a little skeptical that it was not their job to fight such a monster.

Death has never been so close to him, and although he has seen all kinds of corpses, few of them have died directly beside him. The bloody reality is cold and direct in front of them, and they can only adapt and overcome their fears by themselves.

Curt smiled bitterly and clenched the hilt of his long knife, deciding to let himself hold off the mad beast's foe. He held his breath and concealed his breath from the crowd, while lowering his center of gravity and quietly approaching the man under the cover of the night.

The irrational berserker was undoubtedly the most troublesome enemy, but he did not understand what orders Sein Democlera had given him. There is nothing sadder than a warrior losing his will, especially if it is his own choice.

Curt didn't know if he had really surrendered to Sain Democlave only for the sake of strength, but he had undoubtedly gained great power now. The violent darkness on his body had made him a berserker who had lost his mind, but what was his sword wielding now?

Curt would have liked to ask if he was satisfied with it now—but even if he were asked that question now, he probably wouldn't have gotten an answer. This man is like a ferocious beast that will only obey the orders of his master, and as for others, he is nothing more than prey.

While he was entangled with the guards around him, Curt was already close to a position where he would never miss. He took aim at the other party's gap and immediately took a breath, letting the magic flowing through his body infuse the long knife, and then stabbed hard at the muscles exposed in the man's waist.

Bite!

A sharp metallic sound echoed through the streets, and the long knife with a faint white glow was forcibly taken by the greatsword, the entangled black and Curt's magic tearing at each other. The man with his back to him simply casually raised his sword and easily took the blow infused with a lot of magic power.

He still didn't look at Curt, but Curt could clearly feel an unpleasant chill wrapped around his body, which was a killing intent from the other party. (To be continued......)