The phantoms of the city are constantly turbulent under the light and rain, and the images originally constructed of black mud are no longer complete, they are as blurry as the remnants of thoughts in the streets.

The once turbulent darkness receded slightly, and even though it had an ability to recover beyond common sense, there was no way to resist the uninterrupted impact of the light. The solidified black mud is unstable and inlaid in the sky, like crumbling obsidian. It's about to smash into the mirror that spews light.

Despite the graying of her body, Lizzie used her magic to interfere with Sein Democra's spells, constantly shaking the connection between the two ends of the mirror. Her magic was rooted in the icy liquid, carefully bypassing the rising light and spreading towards the distant horizon.

A little silver mist suddenly rose from the mana that covered the water, shrouding a smooth, icy liquid in a haze. She may have intended to use them to obscure the "mirror" that constructs the connection between the two worlds, but the sharp light easily pierces it.

But her actions weren't for nothing—though they were extremely small, the two worlds that had been approaching each other were shifting more and more. An eerie brilliance emerged from the almost closed sphere space, and the phantoms that filled the sky also appeared with a disturbing noise.

Every qiē in this world is a hypocrisy created by Sain Democlus using spells, but it is enough as a basis for symbolic spells. The power of the sorcerer filled the space, and everything he could see seemed to be played with in the palm of his hand.

It's like every sorcerer's own workshop, full of Rubik's Cubes that he has set up in advance, all the while operating according to his will. The realm that belongs to them may be easier to control than the body. If anyone wants to fight them here, they are simply killing themselves.

Apparently. Curt and Lizzie not only fought Sein Democlave in his realm, but even planned to usurp his control over the spells. Tear down this space. Of course, its owner could not be happy to see these two uninvited guests or even want to get rid of them as soon as possible.

There was far more than one enemy crawling out of the water, and they seemed to have come out of the void, scattered all around the two of them at some point. Lizzie devotes all her power to interfering with the spells, and Curt is left to fight them on her own.

With a swing of his long knife, Curt sliced into several pieces of an alien that attempted to get closer, allowing its remaining fragments to flee into the distance. There was no known number of them, only claws as sharp as metal blades reached out from the depths of the silver mist and stabbed at the two people who were surrounded.

These strange things are hidden behind the silver mist that Lizzie has created. Creeped close to the two of them, trying to attack them from the corner of Curt's line of sight. Each individual is extremely vulnerable, and what they possess is simply numerical violence - at least enough to deal with Curt, who can't stay away.

The goal of these strange spirits is clear, and Lizzie, who uses magic to interfere with this spell, obviously attracts their attention more than Curt who intercepts them. They pounced on Lizzie desperately, as if they were going to tear her to shreds as they shook the space with their lives.

However, this was not the case, and although they were very numerous, none of them were able to successfully break through Curt's defenses. Although there were several spirits that had bypassed Curt while he was engaged with the main force, they were slashed by Curt who was catching up with him less than ten paces away from Lizzie.

It feels somewhat similar to infusing magic into the blade of a knife. The long knife condensed by the spirit body looked much dimmer in the rising light, but its sharpness was not inferior to that of sharp steel. Each swing was unmistakably intercepted and pounced on Lizzie's spirit, splattering the wreckage like flesh and blood on the water.

The two people of the Light Rain and the Leinster family who rushed towards the dome did not interfere with each other, and even the strange spirits that attacked them were not affected by the streamer. I don't know if Lizzie's magic has begun to shake the foundation of space. Curt's vision reveals different levels of scenery.

It was as if the space was subtly staggered, divided into several different layers by Sain Democra's spell and forcibly stacked together. Curt couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes, and he saw something different with his left and right eyes. That's why strange phenomena emerge.

"What do you think you're doing—saving the world you live in, or protecting the fools around you who don't know anything?"

Sain Democra's voice came to mind. But there was no sign of him around: "I have seen too many sorcerers, and none of them can discern the simplest truth. The results of a qiē have all been decided long before the start. Not only your fate, but also the city's deserved) Even your powerless resistance is only the answer to be decided. ”

This was true from the first time I saw him, and Sain Democra's voice sounded like that of an old man with insight into all things, but it was full of contempt for "ordinary people". His tone was like that of a god on high, not a message, but a threat to force people to submit.

Curt looked around vigilantly, but he never found him, and the occasional voice of conversation came and went, and he couldn't find where he was. This is, after all, the realm of Sain Democlus, and the magic of the concussions flows back into a jumble of illusions, operating according to his instructions.

It was clear that their perception was disturbed - first hearing whispers that they shouldn't have heard, and then strange ghosting in their vision. He shook his head, it seemed that the illusion was gradually spreading to the other senses, and it wouldn't be long before it affected his movements.

Curt took a light breath, incorporated the magic floating in the air into his body, and then reacted to the long knife in his hand. A faint blue light was plated on the blade of the spirit condensation, tearing apart the enemy's body as he danced, leaving several blue paths of light in the air.

But no matter how he killed, he didn't leave the real feeling of cutting off the enemy in his hands, which made Curt feel a little unspeakable discomfort inexplicably. Obviously, these xenomorphs were not destroyed, and although he could cut them off for a while, he had no way to completely destroy them.

Suddenly, Curt shuddered, and he seemed to hear a sharp scream, and his whole body was filled with unpleasant feelings. He felt as if something was staring at him now, and he mustered his nerve to watch out for the enemy and avoid being attacked from the corner.

Crash!

It was too late, and while Curt was still paying attention to his surroundings, the fragments of the spirit that had been scattered around him during the slash suddenly moved. In the blink of an eye, the cold liquid that had accumulated into a mirror exploded, creating a cage like a canine tooth and a blade, locking Curt and Lizzie inside—as if the previous smoothness was an illusion, and from the outside, the liquid on the surface of the lake had swallowed them.

With a "ding-" sound, Curt had already swung his long knife to meet the rushing liquid, and the severed enemy turned into cold ash shards, and then flowed like darkness in the direction of the blade. The blade cut through the path ahead of Curt, but it was unable to stop the turn of events.

Several liquid tentacles burst out of the corner where he had no time to care, and the limbs that shimmered with metallic silver light exuded the inorganic texture of an artificial object. They wrapped around Curt's ankle with lightning speed, and then entangled his body, making him almost unable to move in a moment.

At the same time as he was captured, Lizzie fell to the surface of the water as if her body and magic had been burned out, and her dull body was almost losing its full appearance. The magic she unleashed was almost gone, leaving only a thin silver mist still dotting the surface of the water.

Her plan was on the verge of success, but it fell short with the intervention of Sain Democra. The spreading magic still makes the two sides of the symbolic spell tremble, and even the surface of the water that exists as a "mirror" leaves countless cracks.

However, this success was not enough to destroy the Rubik's Cube array on the scene, and after the sorcerer who controlled the qiē returned here, he could only reluctantly declare defeat. This magician's mana capacity has almost reached the terrifying Cheng dù, and in a few breaths, it is infused with a huge amount of power that is enough to overwhelm Lizzie.

"Hehehe, are you trying to be too easy and want to interfere with my spells while I deal with those rats above. The strange voice burst into laughter, and there seemed to be a hint of mockery in the voice, "But it's a pity that the hounds under François's stinky old man are such good material, but there is no way to catch them and try the effect." ”

Curt's brows tightened together as he noticed that the liquid at his feet didn't seem to be so easy to deal with, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape. Compared to the bleak and strange spirits that had struck before, these tentacles made of mirrored liquid firmly bound his body.

The raindrops of light that enveloped the space gradually stopped, and at last only a drizzle of rain beat at the illusion of the sky falling apart. In the rising magic, a little falling black mud and cold gray liquid fused together, culminating in a vague humanoid silhouette.

"But I must admit that as I said before, you do have good abilities, which has caused me a lot of trouble for my plans. ”

Liquid and black mud twisted their appearance, as if an unseen urchin was kneading the dangerous artifacts of spells with his hands. In a few moments, the previously vague outline gradually took on the shape of a human, and he floated between the water and the sky, looking down on Curt and Lizzie with his toes proud.

Unsurprisingly, this man was Sain Democra. (To be continued......)