Information is often asymmetrical, both from the point of view of acquisition and circulation, and it is because of this that reliable intelligence becomes all the more important.

For nearly a month, Curt had enough of the lack of intelligence, and he and Lizzie kept running around, but they were always ahead of the enemy. And considering the current situation in the city, it may not only be the town hall side, but even the other camps have been hit hard as a result.

Obviously, Sain Democla used his intelligence advantage to easily manipulate the various forces in the city into applause. The sorcerer's attacks were swift and precise, and they attacked before the forces they were about to join forces could unite the intelligence.

The current state of order in the city was definitely not caused by overnight chaos, and there were many signs before the attack began, but no one noticed the gears. As a result, the little destruction that accumulated in the city eventually led to a huge wave that smashed into the city of Catrice, which was sleeping in a peaceful daily life, dragging the city and its people into a whirlpool of disorder.

The culprit for this tragic situation has been entrenched in the city's underground facilities for a long time, and he has apparently invested a lot of manpower and material resources into his own plan. And from the words that came out of his mouth, it was not even his plan alone in the beginning.

It will take a long time to transform the enclosed underground building into its current state, and a lot of materials will need to be brought in in the process. Curt dared to say that even a complete survey over the years would not have allowed them to complete the renovation work so lightly. But for some reason, since a few years ago, the patrol of this place has stopped, and there seems to be a shadow of the ultramarine faction's actions behind it.

Truly. As the superior of the True Eye, it was not surprising that the Ultramarine Faction did not share some information with his subordinates, after all, some of the more core work did not require the intervention of these martial arts factions. Ever since they lost their original power, they have been seeking to restore power, and this is probably designed for this purpose.

And Sain Democra himself was a member of the faction who had been sent to the Eye of True Vision to conduct research, and he knew that it was not surprising that there was a zài here. Now that most of the city has been destroyed, the underground area is undoubtedly the most suitable place to base it.

"I see. ”

Curt nodded. Then he looked at the forming mass of magic and said, "In other words, the person who constructed this plan should have been one of the Ultramarine factions, and you just used it to achieve your goals. Mr. Sein Democlus?"

As if expecting someone to "greet" him from the beginning, he didn't care about the sudden sound, just smiled at the figure that came out of the magic. Contrary to the approachable smile on his face, the Crow's Beak Warhammer in his hand had been infused with plenty of magic. In the space shrouded in thin darkness, there is a brilliance that cannot be ignored. It seems that the next moment it will be smashed on the enemy's head.

It's not so much that I went deep into the enemy's stronghold, but that someone deliberately led me into this real room full of all kinds of strange objects. Although he still couldn't feel the breath of a living thing, he had the feeling that he had stepped into the encirclement of the enemy.

In retrospect, I feel that the enemy's maneuvers were too coincidental. A monster spotted itself just in time, and near the encircled enemy line, there happened to be a sewer opening leading to the underground facilities - as if they were deliberately letting him step in.

Just as he didn't care about the enemies that appeared in front of him, the man who was about to arrive didn't take Curt's existence into account. The thick magic was still expanding, in the viscous magic. It was as if something was coming across the "door" to this room.

However, if you look at it quietly, you will see that the twisted magic group is not a summoning spell. The dishonesty undoubtedly announced that it was only another incarnation of Sain Democlus, but the structure of the magic was different from the previous ones.

Curt only saw that the magic in front of him was constantly changing its appearance, as if it was depicting a Rubik's cube with a wonderful structure. He had never seen a similar Rubik's cube before, but even he could feel it like a magnet, sucking all the magic that was scattered around it inside.

"Although I would like to compliment you on your good guess, given the specific circumstances, I must regret to tell you that this 'answer' is not correct. Within a few seconds, the shadow with the appearance of Sain Democlera walked out of the magic group with a smile and looked at him condescendingly, "But I didn't expect that the heir of 'Sir Raven' has fallen to such a stage, which is really unexpected." ”

Sain Democra's shadow looked mockingly at the hammer in Curt's hand, his illusory body flickering, seemingly powerless. Although the mage had almost no combat power, physical attacks would have no effect on him - the Phantom would not be deterred by the hammer, as it was unlikely that Curt would be able to smash the hammer into the skull of an imaginary body if he did it now.

However, Curt still wanted to send the warhammer down his throat and tell him to shut up immediately, preferably forever. The man known as "Sir Raven" was also a powerful sorcerer, and for the Leinster family, he was a special figure with far-reaching influence.

The Ernst family has largely based their research on the work of this man, including, of course, their bizarre way of breeding. Sir Raven is indeed a direct blood relative of Curt and Lizzie by blood—and if anything, he even influenced the birth of both of them.

But this is where the raven's bloodline should end, as discussed by Curt and Lizzie before they come to Catrice. There may be some technologies that are precious research results, but most of them are things that should be discarded by the times, and it is better to bury them all in one go than to keep them running.

So Curt showed a cold smile and said, "Ho, since you know that madman, then you should be about the same as him." You said you didn't expect us to be like this, but I didn't expect a high-level mage like you to hide behind like a turtle all day long. ”

It seemed like it had been a long time since the sorcerer had appeared in his true form, and Curt remembered that he had been using his humble avatar to make contact with Curt and them, except for that time when he had a chance to see them in the Rock Colossus. However, no matter how he first appeared in the city of Catrice, in addition to bringing destruction and chaos to the city, it would cost countless people their lives.

However, Curt's taunt did not shake the cunning wizard in the slightest, and only caused him to burst into a burst of laughter. It's a pity that the abstract apparition is difficult to express real human expressions, making Sain Democra's expression look more ugly than crying.

"Aren't you acting in this way, each other? If there is any difference, it is only that you are more skilled in making avatars. He sneered unceremoniously, but the words that came out of his mouth made Curt feel a little strange.

It seemed as if he was ignoring the regression that had happened to Curt and Lizzie, as if his attention had not yet been paid to them. As for why he was able to survive repeated serious injuries, it was regarded as a technology that used avatar transfer.

Originally, the technique of using flesh and blood to create puppets was not uncommon in necromancy, and there were many spells that transferred one's soul to puppets. His casual use of these techniques, which are considered taboo by ordinary people, may have led his thinking in these abnormal directions.

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. ”

Curt shrugged his shoulders and replied quietly, "But if you think that this kind of thing alone can kill us, you are very wrong—even if I am burned to ashes, I will crawl back from the depths of the water and deal with those things that try to kill me." ”

These words are not a bluff, since they have the property of not being killed, many times the enemy is dragged to death by Curt's endless endurance. The curse of fixing the time at that moment had prevented him from getting stronger, so he had to find ways to strengthen himself beyond changing his physical strength.

With that, Curt placed the hammer horizontally in front of him, using the center of the long rod as a focal point for concentrating his mana, allowing the power to gather in front of him. Soon, the flow of magic poured into the Crowbeak Warhammer, turning the cold metal structure like a torch.

"Is that so? It seems that you are still confident in your own strength. Sain Democla looked at Curt, who was putting pressure on him, and smiled disdainfully, "Maybe it's true that as you said, those miscellaneous fish can't get rid of you, but what if you add these?"

With a slight tap of his finger, the board covering the surrounding walls was slowly pulled up—and all sorts of strangely shaped monsters appeared on the back. The demons were dancing wildly, and a word suddenly flashed through Curt's mind, because the number of these monsters was even difficult to discern.

And if you look closely, you can see that these things are not wild monsters, and most of them are chimeric structures mixed with human features. They let out a hoarse howl, apparently having been waiting here for a long time, and would have rushed at the slightest command from Sein Democlus.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, but there are even more than forty hands on the opposite side. (To be continued......)