Sain Democlave tried to attack Dean François on more than one occasion, but each time he was forcibly blocked by the book in his hand.

It seemed like an incredibly old book, and it had been tattered by the years. There was no writing on the cover of the book, and as for its contents, no one knew what was written in it - they could only see that there were many ancient characters of different colors unfolding around it.

In fact, it may be a little worse, with a look closer to a dirty notebook. The brown thickened cover appears to have been made from the skin of some kind of animal, and is stained with some dark black stains, as if it has not been sorted out in decades.

The slightly dull cover, the stained inner pages, and the ever-flowing sequence of ancient texts that surround each of the parts of the book are filled with dull colors, but for some reason, it still exudes a sense of lack of color.

Within that book, there is a certain overwhelming power.

If we only consider the magical power that Sain Democlavus, a sorcerer, now possesses, then it can indeed be described in this word. The Rubik's Cube, which had absorbed a large amount of life force, was connected to his body, making him almost a humanoid filled with magic now.

Opposite him, Cruise François's magic was huge, but it was a little inferior to him. Infused with pale blue magic, the wind tore through the complex spells constructed by the mage, but it seemed difficult to achieve further results.

However, the "book" in his hand - or the artifact of magic with the appearance of a book - had the power to suppress Sain Democra. Beams of electric light continued to shoot towards Dean François. But he used that book to follow.

Just as the Rubik's Cube, which is made of flesh and blood, has overwhelming power over mortals, the "book" can easily defeat the strange magic that operates in this space. With its power. Dean François had easily swept away many of the attacks aimed at him.

It seemed that as long as he had the heart, even the entire Rubik's Cubes constructed by Sain Democlera would be easily erased by the hidden power in that book. He had the luxury to stop the flow of mana, and as he had previously claimed, he had mastered the means to counter the spell.

Despite his apparent slight advantage, Cruise François didn't take it lightly - otherwise he would have fallen into the hands of the magician. That book was indeed his reliance on breaking through this complicated Rubik's Cube, but if the enemy understood its true ability, I am afraid that it would soon be deliberately obstructed.

"I see, is this also one of the 'legacies' of the Silver Dragon King?" Sein Democra's face sank, and Curt saw his eyes grow thinner. "As I expected, what I can't find in almost all the academies will be kept in your hands. ”

So said. His hand waved heavily in the void, and the strange scale, which had been a little calmer, roared again with his actions. As he took control, the flow of magic around him changed abruptly, and several strands of crimson light began to gather around him.

The blood-colored clouds in the sky seemed to be guided by his actions. Slowly stirred by the flow of magic. Occasional flashes of electric light grew thicker with the strange syllables. They were like a demonstration to the old man with the book in his hand, and they kept erupting into a low roar.

Judging by his expression, it seemed that the existence of that "book" had long been known to him, and it was even a very important catalyst in this ritual. Now that Dean François had taken the initiative to bring it, he had already played into his hands - as if he had taken the book into his pocket.

"Hmph! If you get your hands on it, grab it from my old man!"

Cruise François shouted to the sorcerer on the other side: "I just got carried away with some power beyond my level, and arrogantly said that I wanted to create a 'new order' - I don't think I would lose at the hands of someone like you who only has power in his eyes!"

His body had rushed towards the flickering lightning, and the colorless book was held in front of him like a shield. The magic that slashed at the body was wiped out in one go. In the blink of an eye, he had broken through the blockade that Sain Democlavus had built with his magic.

The figure of the old man was like a gale. Almost instantly, the figure of Cruise François left a plural afterimage in mid-air. Visuals could barely capture his silhouette, and the raging storm lent its power to the "Twelve Directions of Wind" that controlled them.

"You old bone, hurry up and die!"

Sain Democlera spread his hands and spread a large amount of electric light on the path of Dean François, while allowing himself to glide through the space. The continuous bursts of magic power were transformed into wave-like barrages, and bursts of blue magic that seeped into his surroundings.

The two magicians continued to cast spells and entangle each other, and the intertwined magic flowed with a dazzling brilliance, and the ground was almost impossible to stand on. The slightest glimpse of the roaring spell on an obstacle erupts with a shockwave that can wipe out the area.

Both sides have abandoned the use of barriers for defense, instead using more powerful attacks to destroy the flow of mana that is about to touch them. In the blink of an eye, dozens or even hundreds of streamers of magic power swept through the air, and at the same time, waves of different colors were set off around the mage.

Whew――

Just when the two sides were almost in a state of equilibrium, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind from the direction of the ground, and several swirling silver iron spears rushed towards Sain Democlus. It was one of the weapons used by the remnants of the Eye of Truthsight, and now it was wrapped in pale mana and shot at the mage.

It was Curt, who, after taking Hermia and Carlotta to the rear, collected the iron spears scattered on the ground and threw them at Sein Democlave. Before casting them, he poured his pale mana into the metal, trying to make them harder than they were.

Obviously, these iron spears are not made of steel as they seem, and these weapons have been specially strengthened in terms of materials and manufacturing processes. Infused with magical power, their surfaces reflect an eerie sheen as if they had been burned by fire.

"Tsk, be smart!"

The sorcerer snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he shot out several red bolts of lightning, instantly disintegrating the iron spear that was shooting at him into several fine crumbs. But at this moment, the magic power infused with the iron spear suddenly exploded, and the metal fragments wrapped in the magic power spread out like fragments of a grenade.

It seems that Sain Democla did not expect these iron spears to be modified in this way, and his gliding body had to stop as he watched the hot shards splash everywhere. However, a few of the scattered metal shards still hit his body, but no blood flowed out.

All that flowed from his wounds was a sticky darkness, which seemed to be condensed blood, each drop emitting an almost suffocating stench. Sain Democlave seemed to have stopped at the onslaught, but behind him were several bullets fired by Dean François.

Poof――

The sorcerer's robe was torn open by the "blade" condensed by the air, and a cloud of misty darkness erupted from the wound. However, they did not dissipate into the air, but continued to circulate in the air, and finally even merged into the circulation of the Rubik's Cube.

"Damn you stupid guys!"

Sain Democlera roared and shouted at those who stood in his way: "You fellows who are all bound to the stupid old order, you have no need to stay!

Traumatized, agitated, and angryAt this moment, his unchanging face seemed to show obvious wavering. Probably because of the bad situation, the mask on his face also collapsed, but not only the expression on his face, but also his body changed.

Faced with an unsatisfactory reality, the expression on Sein Democra's face began to twist ugly - it was probably the last time they could see on his face that it beared some resemblance to a human. Then, right in front of Curt and François, his face was distorted.

Originally, when his body was constantly receiving the magic power circulating in the Rubik's Cube, it had already begun to become a little strange. The torso, which had swelled up in the purple-black electricity, had become a dead gray glow like a dead man, and his eyes shone with a strange light.

Now, he has become like a beast that rises up from man, and has lost his human form, although he still has some elements similar to "human" in the broad sense of the word, but just looking at his current appearance, I am afraid it is more appropriate to call him a "monster".

Wrinkles appeared on the surface of the body entangled in electric light, distorting into a tentacle-like appearance with a crunching sound, and several openings were made in the palms of the hands. However, what appeared at the wound was not stained blood, but some kind of eye-like pattern - as if to develop in opposition to it, and his eyes were almost open to the limit, and the edges were even covered with blackened blood.

"Is it still erosive?" said Dean François, who looked at the gradual change of Sein Democra's face.

Apparently, the mage, like many of the people he had previously used as an experiment, had been eroded by the "bloodline of Chaos". The power extracted from the Slot's body is too strong, and the resulting instability often causes the user's body to become overwhelmed and undergo abnormalities.

And this time, the mutation that occurred with the collapse of the body finally appeared in the mage who thought he could control it. (To be continued......)