The flames dispersed with a thud, and the heavy black shadow tore through the air, shattering the body that had emerged from Lizzie's body.

When the black weight stopped after hitting the target, everyone realized that the thing that smashed the flames was a crow's beak warhammer. There was only a sound of breaking wind, and the tip of the crow's pointed beak pierced through the "humanoid" body, and the other end was tightly grasped in Curt's hand.

After his usual long knives were destroyed, Curt had to retrieve spare items from his home - this time not with blades that cut off the enemy's bodies, but with a crow's beak warhammer that combined the characteristics of a spear and a heavy hammer. This is obviously more effective than a long knife when facing monsters with heavy armor.

Little by little, his magic seeped into the crow's beak warhammer in his hand, causing the hidden magic structure to gradually increase its speed. The metal block specially treated by Lizzie's alchemy technique was immediately entangled in a dull gray-black sheen, like a real crow's pointed beak.

For Sain Democra, who had the power to manipulate blood, it was not possible to cut through his body or shoot through his heart. On the other hand, if the magic power that can effectively reduce the "Chaos Bloodline" is directly injected into his body, it may be a good way to destroy him.

Curt wasn't sure if the countermeasures he had in mind would be effective, but in the urgency of the situation, he probably had to implement tactics on the battlefield. Although he didn't use it very often, it had broken the heads of many monsters, and it was much better than taking an untamed blade.

And so, as the surging monster spoke, the young mercenary burst out of the crowd and smashed the flame-framed body with a black-lit crow's beak warhammer. He uses his body as an axis. Let the long pole attached to the warhammer turn like a windmill.

There was no expression on his face, and his godless eyes were clouded as if he were dead. However, there is not the slightest confusion in his actions. Lizzie was torn to shreds by the flaming monster right in front of her eyes, but Curt brandished the warhammer as if she hadn't seen anything.

Grostide thought in a trance that he wanted to take out the monster and avenge Lizzie. But he soon discovered that his judgment had been wrong. Curt wields his weapon with simplicity and force, using the least amount of force to achieve the maximum lethal effect, without the slightest confusion caused by anger.

The man was just fighting, and didn't think about anything other than how to kill the enemy, and the reason why he rushed out didn't seem to be for Lizzie. Perhaps Curt was enraged—but his anger was not fire, but a cold, piercing murderous intent.

However, the disembodied blood-colored flames were not destroyed by mere physical attacks, and after a moment of retreat, they became entangled like snakes around the hammer. There wasn't a hint of heat in the churning crimson, but Curt's instincts told him that the fiery snakes were dangerous.

Hum -

The moment the flames of the counterattack wrapped around the head of the warhammer. The magic covering the metal surface vibrated slightly, and the echo of the beep reverberated throughout the central chamber in an instant. It was too late, but it was too late, and before the fiery serpents entangled in the warhammer could continue to stretch forward, they suddenly shattered, and this time they did not turn into sparks and scatter around, but completely disappeared as if they had been erased out of thin air.

The humanoid flame seemed to feel pain, and as soon as the forward offensive was disrupted, it retreated to the rear, reconverging into a solid entity in the corner. The sparks that were torn apart around them swelled abruptly. The red-hot "locusts" shot in the direction of Curt.

However, the blood-red flames of the locust swarm did not hit Curt, but were blocked by a mess of waste paper that he raised. The paper hit by the flames ignited in the blink of an eye, and the spreading flames still had no temperature, and only the paper could be seen to gradually carbonize and then only a little ash remained.

Seeing to block the pursuit of the other party. Curt didn't stay too long, but used the force of the previous burst of magic to retreat and get out of the area eroded by the flames. Behind him. François' sorcerers were already standing outside the walls of magic in a besieged manner.

Just as the humanoid flame was retreated by Curt's volley, they rushed to the front of François's line of defense. A barrage of spells was hurled at it. The elemental power condensed into a flying arrow screamed through Curt's side, piercing through Sain Democra's avatar with unmistaken accuracy.

Curt dared to say that each of them could be considered an elite. Also, the spells chosen are also specialized for the concept of "fire". However, he found that their attacks didn't work—the evidence was that the spells that had penetrated the avatar had been disintegrated.

The flames that had been scattered under Curt's attack looked like they had used the magic bullets thrown by the mages as food, shredding the stable structure inside the spells, and swallowing the remaining pure magic power into their bodies in one go. In the blink of an eye, the already weakened blood-colored flames condensed again.

"Hehehe, Curt Leonst, it's you again. ”

The flames that retreated to the wall gradually transformed into a human form, and looked at Curt with a distorted face and said, "As I said before, your existence has always surprised me deeply—just as the disgusting smell of you and your sister has been ingrained in my mind since I first saw you. ”

Can the fireball that adorned its "head" be considered a facial feature? In any case, it had done its best to show its master's affection.

It was low and indistinct, but Ke could still make out Sain Democra's swaggering voice. It had been a long time since the black mud that flowed under the spirit world was a flame that burned through the medium of blood, and this mage had not appeared in front of everyone with his own body for a long time.

It seems that wherever there is blood, he can use the "Chaotic Blood" to infiltrate it and control it, and create alien monsters. Curt has seen a lot of evil parties so far, but there are very few people who use "others" as their own pawns.

"I didn't expect you to be so difficult, and if Mr. Democra had known that it would be so much trouble, I would have run away with Lizzie. Curt said expressionlessly, even in the tone of his voice as if he was reading from a script without a trace of ups and downs, "But even so, you won't let us have a good time, this 'war' was started by you, and presumably everything in the city has been calculated." ”

Curt gripped the wooden handle of the hammer tightly and pointed the tip at Sain Democra, who had built his body with flames. He had thought that the Eyes of Truth had gone mad to fight the entire city with the strength of a group, but it was clear that the mage standing behind them had gone even more insane - all the plans had been shaped under his control, and the current chaos was caused by him.

Regardless of the nature of the work, this is definitely enough to call it a "great cause", and if you are an ordinary person, you can do one-tenth of his self-boasting. But in the eyes of Sain Democra, these little things are at best small means to achieve their goals.

Lizzie once said that the sorcerers are all crazy people because they are extremely loyal to their ** - especially their intellectual curiosity. Even if she is still tossing her body for research, a mage like Democra who has been indulging in the demon path for many years has almost no concept of "normal".

In the face of Curt's blatant sarcasm, the flames of Sain Democra's incarnation burst into laughter, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, piercing everyone's ears. The anomalous magic swelled suddenly, and even the blood-colored flames seemed to burst into flames in line with his laughter.

Blood-colored smoke rose from the burned dust, squeezing Abbot François's magic into front of the line surrounded by the obelisk. In this burst of demonic blood smoke that rose up, only Curt and the flame humanoid who were constantly spreading abnormal magic power to the surroundings were left.

Sensing the magic around him coming at him out of Dean François's control, Curt did not choose to retreat, but rushed towards it with a warhammer. The sharp spear tip was wrapped in dark magic, piercing through the thick blood-colored smoke and dust, and stabbing at the embodiment of the flame with lightning speed.

However, the other party seemed to have expected Curt to use the spearhead of the tip of the crow's beak warhammer to stab, and the flame body, which was almost free from the influence of gravity, slashed past Curt with a slight movement.

A stupid crow—just a moment by Curt seemed to hear him whisper something in a disdainful tone. However, the other party didn't give him time to react at all, and the blood-colored flames swept across Curt's cheek, taking away a small piece of flesh.

"What do you say?"

Seeing the blood-colored flames rushing towards him, Curt immediately stepped back, grabbing the handle of the hammer and sweeping it towards the heatless flames. He heard a soft "poof-" sound, and the blood-colored flames exploded in front of him, and the fiery snake that was wrenched towards his throat also scattered into fine residues.

The flame avatar's attack was stopped by the striking of the hammer, but Curt was unable to stop the magic that erupted at close range, and was directly knocked into the wall on one side. In an instant, a scatter of sparks ignited the clothes he had draped over his body, and Curt almost turned into a humanoid torch.

Feeling the fragments of magic that pierced his body and constantly scorching his body, Curt secretly said something bad in his heart, but there was no way to stop the further spread of the flames. Just as he was about to attack Sain Demokra without hesitation, the pale blue magic in the air gathered around him and extinguished the flames on his body.

Turning his head, Cruise François had already brought the dignitaries to the exit of the hall, and turned his head to look at the mage avatar suspended in mid-air. (To be continued......)