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The spell was whistling, and the magic was spreading through the air, and the flickering light would be as dazzling as day around the area covered by a thin layer of shadow.

Almost at the same moment, the sound of the spell breaking and the blast of wind mingled together, kicking up an exaggerated cloud of smoke in the not-so-narrow space. Curt even felt the ground shake in response to the explosion Lizzie had created, and a low chime stretched into the distance.

This is perhaps the simplest "spell" to use magic to fight, completely converting the magic into the corresponding energy, and then launching them towards the target in one go. Simple and brutal and powerful enough, if it weren't for the fact that the energy was too simple to be controlled by magic, this spell might have been used in a wide range of ways.

When people cast spells, they usually need to use some tools as a concentration point for their magic. Whether it's the wand used in ancient spells or the magic tools that are now widely used, they are essentially a tool that concentrates mana and is more susceptible to the caster's technique.

And this is just the way humans use spells, and it does not represent a qiē race in this world. In fact, some races with more magical power than humans are born with the ability to create spells as if they were dominating their bodies—an ability that may be taken for granted, and the difference in ability that talented humans may not be able to achieve even after decades of penance.

Knowledge as well as skill for almost all human mages. The so-called "spell" is one such kind of existence. Understanding knowledge, mastering technology, expanding the field of technology to gain more knowledge and gaining power are just the smallest things.

And in Lizzie's opinion. Sorcery is nothing more than a practical act of applying knowledge, but in any case. It's a tool that makes it even more convenient for you.

Under that disgusting curse, the two of them, whose bodies were completely bound to time, could no longer gain greater strength or magic through guò exercise. Possessing an almost "immortal" strength also means that their bodies can no longer be changed.

Instead, or the only way left, the knowledge and skills acquired in the future will not be limited by that "curse". With no way to strengthen their bodies, they could only choose to learn this path in the end—after all, there was too much time left for them.

"Shhhh

The monsters seemed to have just recovered from the shock of the repeated shelling, and they screamed in pain and struggled. The smoke was cut through by the sharp wind generated by the swing of the claws, and the dust dispersed, revealing the miserable appearance of the area covered by artillery fire.

The ground was miserable, and the blackened traces of the flames were clearly discerning. The eruption or other cause left waist-deep craters in the rocky surface. This was fine, but even worse was the enemy that had been bombarded twice - most of its body had been severed by the raging spells.

In addition to the ordinary wounds that can be seen at a glance, there are also a large number of traces left on the body after the magic bombardment, plus all kinds of flesh and blood fragments that have been broken through by the magic can only be described as miserable, but the monsters are trying to get back up as if they are not afraid.

The sludge that covered them was gurgling, and the damaged parts were slowly recovering in a slimy pattern like a slime deformation. If the monster's ugly posture was disgusting enough, their current eerie appearance was even more chilling.

"I see, it looks like I've forgotten to think about their ability to recover," Lizzie muttered under her breath. She first raised her hand to remove some of the words scattered in the phalanx in front of her, and then filled in the corrected program, "If that's the case, then there's no problem. ”

The glow of the spell lit up again. Only this time, the Rubik's cube at Liqi's fingertips seemed tighter. Compound spells require delicate construction, which makes them complex and delicate—at the expense of rough power. It is a technique that allows the power to be used more effectively.

A roar far beyond the limits of what a human can do—

Perhaps it was because of the magic that I felt that it was compelling, and for the first time, the monsters who were guarding had a close "intellectual" reaction. They wield their upper limbs with bone spurs attached. The shrill hiss sounded like a call to a companion. With a sharp call, the hole leading to the lower area also flashed several figures hidden in the darkness, all of them mages who had been consumed by the sludge.

There is materialized darkness flowing from their decaying bodies. These strange "dirt" are not only their armor, but also their flesh and blood. In the hands of those wrapped in a circle of black mud, the moving darkness became a twisted weapon that entwined the limbs of the mages and spread to the hideous faces of the once humans, like climbing plants wrapped around the exterior walls of buildings.

However, these mages no longer have the slightest sense of being human, they give the impression of being more like corpse puppets acting at the behest of the sorcerer. But the organs and bodies that are still pulsating slightly seem to state that they are undoubtedly "alive".

"Ahem, why did we sneak in here cautiously? ”

In addition to the rushing enemies, the roaring cacophony of more monsters could be heard further away. The darkness boiled, and from the noisy shadows came the screeching of inorganic matter, and there was no doubt that it would not be long before the information of the intruders here would spread all over the place.

Looking at the increasing number of enemies, Curt felt that it might as well be better off if he had just forced his way through. What can now be regarded as a harvest is probably only to establish that they do possess a considerable level of intellectuality, and that there may also be a certain form of organization.

"The conclusion is that we're too slow at our pace. ”

Lizzie replied to Curt lightly, and then said indifferently, "If we can defeat the monsters guarding here, these guys who have just become 'monsters' may not be able to catch up with us." Let's be honest, though. I didn't expect such treatment."

At the same time, she manipulated an arc of light that she had just drawn casually. Shoot it with a sharp blade. The glittering streamer sliced several enemies trying to get close into a dozen pieces in an instant. The flesh entangled in the black shadow rolled down to the ground in the light of its magical power, only to disintegrate into black juice and melt into the ground in an instant.

If only some disorganized humans. All it takes is the right deterrence to be able to stop them from advancing. But it didn't shake them like walking corpses. Even if their companions had just been torn to shreds by the spell, they were all pressing on as if they hadn't seen anything.

"Tut-tut, how do I feel that the mastermind behind the scenes has organized an 'army', and the goal of the battle is to overwhelm the quality with their almost infinite quantity. Look at these mindless guys, it's the favorite Dead Sea tactic of the necromancers in the ninth-rate novels. ”

As he spoke, Curt had already knocked several of them down with his iron bones, dodging the Shadow Claws that a mage had swung at him. The strange shadow that looked crooked and twisted pierced the air like a physical weapon, directly smashing an asymmetrical head next to it.

The iron bones he picked up at random were sometimes used as clubs, and sometimes as spears. Metal, which is already quite fragile, can destroy enemies like a craftsman's carefully crafted weapon when infused with magical power. The dim magic shimmered pale, drawing lines in the darkness.

"You can't deny the usefulness of this tactic, after all, when the two sides are almost equal in combat, the dead with an overwhelming number and no morale and physical limitations can easily overwhelm most of the resistance, and even a small number of elites will fall in the Dead Sea due to the limits of their physical strength. ”

Almost as she was talking to Curt, Lizzie deftly weaved through the crowd of enemies. The slow-moving mages couldn't hold on to her, so they could only watch her spell the enemy from the trap and then turn around and kick away the enemy who tried to sneak up on her from behind.

"That's true, an army of all the undead is very capable, didn't that who said—'The dead don't fear.'" Because they have no heart, and the dead do not grow weary, because they are powerless.' It's just that creating this kind of army is undoubtedly provoking the whole world, right?"

Swinging the metal in his hand like a murderous machine, Curt slashed at the enemy at his side with a blank face. Any enemy who comes within two paces of him. It will be pierced by sharp metal for a moment, and then fly into the darkness on the side. If it weren't for the fact that these monsters, who could barely maintain their human form under the entanglement of black mud, would have turned into a cloud of black water after being knocked down, then he would have already become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"But we've seen such madmen. Isn't it?"

Lizzie scoffed, she looked rather relaxed, "I don't know what these black dirt are. But they have absolutely nothing to do with that strange guy. The ruined miè gencanes are full of these things, and they are now even pouring here. ”

To say that they have nothing to do with the strange Rubik's Cubes used by the Eye of True Sight is probably not to anyone's attention. The researchers of the Ultramarine Sect are probably the purest of mages. And they must have been guided by someone to choose to study the spells that connect to the foreign realms.

In the midst of the casual nonsense between the two of them, the enemy beside them had already fallen like wheat slashed by a sickle, and they made this qiē as if they were walking in the wilderness, without showing any fatigue. If you just listen to them chat, you may just think that there are two idlers sitting together and nonsense, but if someone comes to the scene to see the situation, you will know how crazy this sounds like a simple "chat".

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