The answer seems to have been determined from the beginning, so it makes no sense to think about it after it has developed into what it is now.

Ancient texts depicted with only simple structures, and the surging magic followed Lizzie's knowledge to the metal doors, which had been twisted by the heat. She recited a three-syllable incantation in her mouth, a sequence of shimmering words around her, gradually condensing into the shape of a spear.

With a few sharp whistles that tore through the air, the "spears" formed by the condensed magic power flew towards the gate located in the deepest part of the passage, and accurately hit the ancient words depicted on the metal surface. Suddenly, the already twisted metal structure flew out.

Squeak, squeak-

However, just as Hermia and Carlotta were about to rush in, a strange trilling sound suddenly erupted from within the closed door. It almost felt like their ears had lost their function, and their momentum was completely blocked by the sound of the outpouring of sound.

"Damn, what the hell is this sound!"

Hermia's sad face looked a little wrong, and she pressed her hands to her ears and let out a confused ** sound. It wasn't because the strange voice made her feel pain, but the sense of disobedience that permeated the sound made her almost unable to keep thinking.

Although they had not seen it with their own eyes, they could understand that a strange change was taking place in front of them just by hearing these strange sounds. It is as if you are looking at an illusion painted by a painter in an uncanny way, or as if you are walking on a wall, although it does not affect most of the perception of "normal", but the abrupt sense of dissonance pervades the senses.

"Is this a question still necessary? it must be the effect of the 'ritual' performed by the mad magician. Centered on the place where the ritual is held, the surrounding environment has begun to become otherworldly. Lizzie looked angrily at the door that had been blasted open by the spell. The road ahead is still a road that stretches ahead.

The other party had already started preparations for the ceremony, and Lizzie had somewhat expected this kind of thing. But if the setting of the Rubik's Cubes has already entered the trial operation stage, then the situation does not allow them to hesitate too much. After all, Lizzie didn't have much idea what the effect of that "ritual" would be, and even if Sain Democra's proclamation wanted to create a new order, it wasn't an easy idea to associate with.

So she unfolded her magic, and her almost void arm slashed through the air with full power, and the pale magic expanded in an instant, barely holding out a space to resist the anomalous magic. At the same time, Carlotta also took a step forward and accelerated. His muscular body ran along the path swept by the Eye of Truth spell, making a muffled sound of rock shattering.

The spirited Lizzie and the galloping Calrota burst into the hallway with a loud noise, and Hermia sighed and followed them. The magic that had been eroded by the magic seemed to have consciously eluded her, and only the remnants of the primordial magic condensed into thunderous lines around her.

"This is"

Running through the passage dozens of meters long, they were greeted by a strange scene - a huge pitch-black sphere suspended in the deliberately cleared space, and the metal objects placed in the four corners of the space and the columns depicting ancient characters formed a strange scenery.

If you only look at these precedent objects, then the structure full of presence is indeed a unique landscape. However, if you follow the strange sound, you can see a strange blood-red composition there, scattered with dozens of human remains.

The sorcerers and men in black robes under Sain Democlera fell there. There were also several fragments of broken iron spears scattered on the ground. Everywhere you looked, you could see the debris blown away by the explosion, and the blood of the people painted intricate lines on the floor of the hall.

It was as if it were an ancient religious ritual to sacrifice flesh and blood to the gods, and it seemed to confirm this impression. The blood on the ground was glowing with a strange glow. And the scattered flesh and blood seemed to cater to the strange echo of the bad luck, and were moving slightly according to some kind of law.

"Leinster?"

Suddenly, Hermia's shrill voice thrust into the space filled with strange sounds. The syllables that were supposed to reverberate according to a certain rhythm were also disturbed. Although he was robbed of his sight by the strange ritual-like scene in the room, but in the next moment. She found someone who wasn't supposed to be here.

Covered in bruises, Curt collapsed in the middle of the hall, wrapped in chains embedded in his flesh. The cold metal is almost two fingers thick. It is also etched with dense sequences of ancient characters, and it seems that it is not something that can be torn off by human power at all.

However, Curt collapsed in a depression a few meters away from the metal pillar that had bound him, and it was impossible to confirm his physical condition just by looking at it. The stout metal pillar had been unrecognizable under the impact of spells and explosives, and the base that had been erected had broken apart.

The metal frame was twisted by the heat, and the already sturdy skeleton was gradually tilting, and it seemed that it would not be long before it broke because it was unable to support its own weight. In addition, the cloth on the ground, where ancient characters were depicted, was also ignited by the flames, and smoke of different colors came out.

As if it had just been baptized by the flames of war, the entire hall that had been cleaned for the ritual had been destroyed by the battle, and the array painstakingly laid by Sain Democla had been destroyed by the manic magic. But it didn't end with the destruction of the ceremonial stage - rather, it was the complete opposite, and the lifeless flesh in this room was forcibly swept into the Rubik's Cube, maintaining the magic functioning.

Among the many human bodies, only Curt's body was entangled with metal chains, while the other end of the chain remained on the metal pillar that stood in the center of the room. Just by looking at these things, Curt's role in the ritual was already revealed, but now that the central pillar was broken, his presence seemed to be a dispensable part of the still running Rubik's Cube.

But Hermia was not overwhelmed by what she saw, and even if she wanted to save her friend, she knew that she would not succeed in making a rash move. This is the central area where the enemy performs their "rituals", and of course the ruthless sorcerers are here.

"What a hassle"

Sure enough, behind the strangely colored smoke screen, a man's emotionless voice came: "It's like a dirty bug, no matter how you kill it, you can't kill it cleanly, since I took the initiative to send good quality flesh and blood, I will accept it all." ”

There was a "click" from the depths of the hall that sounded like something falling to the ground, followed by the footsteps of someone walking up slowly. As the man slowly approached, Hermia and Carlotta subconsciously switched to a battle-ready posture, staring cautiously at the figure opposite.

In fact, their spirits tightened when they heard the sound of the rag bag that seemed to be filled with goo hitting the wall. Because in their cognition, there is an object that is closer to the source of the sound than the complex smile.

-- That's a human corpse.

"It's a shame, it's a shame. "You've done a good job, you're out of my budget - I'd love to say that, but that doesn't change the fact that you've done something stupid." ”

Step by step, the sorcerer stepped out of the depths of the smoke, his blood-stained face looking even more terrifying than before. The old-fashioned robe he wore had been crumbled by the battle, and the flesh was sticking to the corners of his clothes, giving him a foul stench.

Apparently Sain Democlera had already fought hard before Lizzie arrived, with almost all of his men killed, and almost all of those who attacked the ceremony site at the cost of it. By now, he had almost become a bare-bones commander, but there was still no expression on his face.

The ritual of the spell did not end, as evidenced by the strange sound that echoed through the space, but instead of stopping, it became higher as the blood light on the ground grew. With the "altar" as the center, the surrounding ritual tools have been destroyed a lot, but the pitch-black "sun" still radiates purple-black lightning like a disaster.

"Don't you think you're the most annoying bug when you call others bugs?" Lizzie sneered unceremoniously, but her vague expression revealed a little uneasiness, "Sure enough, it's a scourge worse than us, just as troublesome as cockroaches." ”

Although she didn't say it, she secretly analyzed the structure of the ritual and thought about how to destroy the Rubik's cube as harmlessly as possible. However, no matter how much she used the information she knew to analyze, she couldn't find a way to destroy the spell's construction.

As if completely unrelated to the scene of the destroyed ritual, the sequences of words arranged in mid-air and the black sphere in the center were completely unmoved. It was as if they were fixed in the void, and whatever happened around them would not affect the spells that had already begun to work.

The raid on the remnants of the Eye of Truth did succeed in thwarting Sain Democra's plans, forcing him to take another approach to keeping the Rubik's Cube intact. However, after their defeat in battle, the destruction they caused and the wreckage they left behind became a resource that could be used by the other side.

Hiss - Lizzie looked as if she gasped, and even though she didn't have a body, she could feel a chill. There is no doubt that this enemy in front of him is more dangerous than anything that has been seen before. (To be continued......)