Some people say that the magicians who have explored the things in front of them are all a group of monsters, and no one can understand what they are thinking about in their minds.

This statement may seem a bit extreme, but Curt can understand what the people who proposed this statement think, even if they are in the same category as human beings. Although they seem to be no different from themselves, their way of understanding things is different.

Magic flow, material composition, and even deeper, the "reasons" that build all things in the world are all the objects they seek. In the eyes of these people who have devoted themselves to research on magic, everything in this world may be part of a huge magic structure.

Being stared at by such a line of sight is like being cut and separated by the line of sight, dissected into pieces of specimens in front of others. And if necessary, those guys who have almost only the word "research" in their heads may really try to break down the person in front of them.

It is not strange to understand. After all, humans are individuals. Although they can occasionally find existences with similar ideas, they are far from reaching perfect fit. However, existences like Seindemocra have completely exceeded the scope of his understanding. Curt inexplicably felt that in the mind of this magician, a more crazy idea lurking in the mind of this magician.

Curt's eyes swept across the monsters surrounding the entrances and exits. They seemed to have no intention of taking action - it seemed that there was no need to take action at all. Although it was not as solid as a matter of fact, it was not easy to break through this encirclement in a short time.

After he threw the problem to Seindemocra, the guys never moved again, and looked like they had become statues carved from flesh and blood. If it weren't for the occasional breath, they would even stand there like lifeless decorations.

As the object of questioning, the strange shadow was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter as if mocking Curt's innocence. The magic around him seemed to be cooperating with his actions, rolling up layers of dark waves and pressing against Curt from all directions.

"Hmph, does this question mean to be inquiry?" As expected, the cold answer was spit out of the shadow's mouth, which was extremely businessful and had almost no emotional answer. "You should know that I am not obliged to answer like you, even if the blood of a 'crow' flows in your body."

And what if you know? He said this, and looked at Curt, surrounded by monsters, as if he was mocking his powerlessness. His dark eyes were filled with cold and silly hostility. It seemed that everything on the chessboard was under his control, and there would be no mistakes allowed.

Although he was unwilling to face such a dilemma, Curt had to admit that Seindemocra was right. Even if he knew the truth now, he could not do anything. The shadow that appeared in front of him was just an incarnation of spell creation. The body of this magician might be in every corner of Katris, and he was about to complete the magic cube array in his hand that almost covered the entire city.

No matter how strong an individual is, it is impossible to complete everyone's work in the end, and it is even more difficult to be enemies with organized enemies. Heroes who can turn the situation around by their own strength only exist in legends. What is more needed in reality is groups that can act correctly in their respective fields.

It was precisely because Curt knew that it was impossible to be an enemy of the entire group led by Seindemocra alone that he chose to help Dean Cruz François. Originally, he just believed that the power of relying on organizations to collect intelligence was far stronger than that of individuals. He only needed to wave the weapons in his hand under the arrangement of the "Twelve Directions" and the chaos would not be long before it could end.

However, in the battle to seize intelligence, Curt felt that his side seemed to have always maintained an inverted disadvantage. Seindemocra seemed to have known about their actions. All actions were read first, so no matter what countermeasures were taken, it would be useless.

Whether it is the weakness of the defense line or the equipment of reinforcements, there is no secret in the eyes of this magician. Even the temporary decision was known. Curt really didn't understand where he got this information. As long as he was determined, it was not difficult to penetrate into the Silver Tower.

He suddenly had a strange guess, that this magician might have received some kind of power beyond human intelligence to assist behind his back. Because whether it is to create chimera, organize super-large cube arrays, or extract the power of "chaotic bloodlines" from the flesh and blood of the Slots, these techniques mastered by Seindemocri were too many and too complicated, and it was not enough to be completed by one person's thinking.

But layers of fog blocked the face of this magician. Not to mention that he had to see clearly the conspiracy he planned to implement, it was not easy to see through where he was now. I haven't felt this way for a long time, as if I was in the fog, no matter how I waved my weapon, I could not accurately hit the target.

"Is the blood of a 'crow' flowing in your body? If you say that, I think I should have been deliberately led to this place by you today."

Curt lowered his head and whispered the words from the spell's mouth: "Can I think this way? You have known my existence for a long time. As long as you have the intention, you may kill us like killing others. The reason why you didn't do this is probably because I came from the blood of the 'crow' in my body."

If there is really something called "chaotic" in the blood, then some individuals with power may be affected more. On this basis, the Slots are really inferior as prey, because their magical power is only slightly better than ordinary people.

Although even Curt himself did not know what was incredible about the clan with the name of "crow", according to the academy theory described by Seindemocra, the bloodline bred by the Ryanster family may really have extraordinary power.

If we consider it from this perspective, the "value" of Curt himself or Liqi is far higher than that of the Slots who are used as consumables. This speller does not choose to invest human vitality as a living sacrifice, but is expanding the scale of this magic network with a unique rhythm.

Some people say that quantitative change will cause qualitative change. Just absorbing a large number of Slots' lives can give him such powerful power. If he really reaches the end of "chaotic", then the power he controls may be as powerful as those who are named gods in the mythical era.

If Curt himself wants to implement a similar plan, he will definitely try to eliminate the unstable elements that will hinder the implementation of the action. However, if someone has something he wants, he will try to take that thing into his hands first.

He was not sure whether the blood flowing in his body was what the other party wanted, but Seindemocra calculated that he would stay alone to investigate the situation of the nearby streets. Curt's solo action saved the other party the trouble of designing a trap again. He used only a few simple bait to guide Curt's action, and delivered the "prize" he had been looking forward to.

"Hahaha, a good inference - although it is still a long way from the correct answer, as an ignorant mortal, your learning ability is still worthy of praise."

With a hypocritical smile, Seindemocra slightly heaviered his tone and continued: "It's a pity that you don't know the value of your blood, the ignorant and stupid "crow". Although those precious liquids flow in your body, you cannot play their role. This can not be described by simply conquering heavenly things. You are simply destroying the value of these precious liquids themselves!"

It's like some exaggerated interpretation technique, I don't know if it's a puppet show or a clumsy drama, but the words and deeds of pretentious behavior are extremely disgusting. Although Curt feels this way, these things are forcibly installed on an incarnation, which seems unexpectedly suitable. This is just a doll that imitates human actions, and the excess acting skills are enough to show incomplete ups and downs.

At this moment, the illusion of the incarnation shook slightly, and a light cut through the darkness in the blink of an eye. It looked like a high-power spotlight, and the dazzling light shot out from behind the shadow, shooting through the shadow standing at the top of the space like a sharp sword.

Suddenly, dense ancient characters appeared on the surrounding walls, which were closely connected, covering the entire wall with a strange color. These pictographic symbols with the name "text" seem to have depicted various concepts, and it is difficult to destroy it by spells or physical attacks to a certain extent. The walls of the entire underground space became much harder in the blink of an eye.

As the magic power retreated, a speechless sense of oppression pressed against Curt layer by layer, making him almost fall to the ground and unable to raise his head. The monsters hidden in the dark around him were already angry. It was obviously the control of the spell that they were preparing to attack Curt.

"Ketryanster - In order to complete my plan, you should immediately give out your precious bloodline that is flowing heavily in your rotten body!" The previous silence seemed like an illusion, and the phantom once again spoke, "This is the first step to establishing a new order. As the first person closer to 'chaotic', you will be proud of the great sacrifice you have made from the bottom of your heart."

Listening to his tone, it seemed that everything was just a behavior for granted and no objection was allowed. (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!