The earth veins were roaring, and a roar like thunder came from the depths of the earth. With the shattered explosion, the whole world seemed to begin to tilt slowly.

The spells in the corner of the room looked around in surprise. I'm afraid they were not able to grasp the situation just now because they had just returned to their original state from the loss of mind. The sudden earthquake exceeded the expectations of these spells and forcibly interrupted the ceremony that should have been successfully unfolded.

Even Sein Democra could only barely maintain his steps to prevent falling down and unable to issue orders to maintain the order that was in chaos. However, at this point, he was still calm and unchanged, and his expression even felt that all this was just a part of his plan.

"What are the people in charge of the guards doing? They actually let the enemy attack such a core part!" He asked loudly the magicians stationed in the distance, wanting to grasp the current situation immediately, "How many attackers are there, and what is possible camp belonging to - report it immediately!"

Perhaps because he had to devote himself to the preparation of the ceremony, Sein Democra had to focus all his attention on controlling the magic cube array. The brief magic transfer made him unable to separate his spirit to observe the movements of other forces in the city, and at the same time he lost control of the situation.

There is no doubt that this is the vibration caused by the explosion. With this stronghold as the center, the nearby streets are still constantly exploding. I don’t know who installed explosive bombs in some places, and now they are detonating them regularly, causing the plan of the magicians to prepare for the ritual to be disturbed by the vibration.

It was probably because the attackers who launched the attack might have taken into account that they chose to launch the attack when the ceremony was about to be completed. If it weren't for this, they would have been discovered by him long ago. This was not to defeat them. It was just a raid to restrain the action, because as long as the ceremony could not be carried out, they would have won.

However, how did the information flow out? This is the question Sein Democra is thinking about. He did not disclose much information to his subordinates, so no one knows that the ritual will affect his ability to control the overall situation when the ritual is running.

The person who should be suspected was Curt. This young mercenary was not in a desperate situation at all, and even if he was tortured by magic, he would not be able to contact others, unless he left somewhere on him a spell mark for contacting the outside world.

"No report was received! The identity of the attacker still needs to be confirmed." The spell responded immediately, and his expression looked a little ugly at the moment. "At the same time, not only are the nearby strongholds not in contact, but we cannot contact them here, if the prediction is correct..."

Boom - Another roar interrupted their conversation, and the spell who was still reporting the situation to Sein Democra shook it and directly hit the metal structure behind him. The irritable magic that had not yet subsided was dismembered, in the blink of an eye, dismembered his body into ashes.

The dark "sun" floating on Curt's head once again demonstrated its presence. Scattered purple-black light swept across the empty wall, leaving terrifying wounds. With the constant roar, the sphere was gradually expanding, and whatever was touched by the light was torn into pieces.

"Tsk, if the prediction is correct...that is, who did they be killed? It seems that those guys are planning to act seriously."

His subordinates were destroyed by spells in front of him, Sein Democra said unmoved: "The main personnel responsible for the ritual continue to maintain the output of magic. Lake and Terence, you two, bring some hands to annihilate the attackers! Their men will not have many hands, but their strength is absolutely not weak - if you can't even do this, you must delay the other party even if you spend a few lives to fight for time!"

After receiving the order from the spell, those who had only loyalty in their minds immediately turned around and rushed out of the hall of the execution ceremony. Following them were more than ten good-level spells. They used these powers as "shields". They should have been able to withstand most of the enemies, but Sein Democra quickly noticed that their power alone was not enough, because the attacker could not alarm the surrounding defense points.

The plan was originally very smooth. The disintegration of Curt should have continued in an orderly manner until the last step was to dig out his heart with a dagger and throw it into the black "sun". He had already expected that Curt would not obediently surrender in the face of this situation and would use all his strength to resist... Who would have thought that the "crow"'s last generation cooperated unexpectedly and could not even struggle.

As expected, the attack suddenly occurred, which seemed to be difficult to explain why Curt was so calm and could calmly mock him and his men even in the face of death. Now, even though the Rubik's Cube has not collapsed due to the vibration, the sudden abnormality has obviously slowed down the progress of the plan.

Of course, the basic structure of the Magic Cube array has been compiled, just like a music score, with the most basic prototype, and the next step is to further supplement the missing part of the work. However, looking at the ancient text sequences overflowing in the space, they are as sloppy as graffiti, not like regular and clear spell structures at all.

This may be just a small part of the overall magic cube array—even less than 10%—even so, Sein Democra contemplated the changes in magic from the ups and downs, and the intertwined complex structures continued to unfold in his mind.

This part alone is enough to be a revelation, and for the self-proclaimed genius Sein Democra, there is no need to hesitate about the uncertainty that follows. Many people have not even stepped on this step, and just walking here is enough to prepare him to start the trial run of the spell.

"I'm so sorry, Curt Ryanster, I originally wanted to give you a pleasure - but the God of Destiny doesn't seem to have planned to let you end here." He glanced at Curt, put the dagger he picked up in front of Curt for a while, "Since that's the case, I have to choose a backup plan."

Then, he condensed his magic power into a diamond-shaped block, and gently threw it into the sphere in the air that kept emitting lightning light to the surroundings. In an instant, the sequence of words coiled around Curt closed with the sphere as the center, surrounding it like a net.

A wonderful syllable suddenly sounded in the silent space. After a few simple buffers in the early stage, the tone immediately became excited. The magic around it once again rolled up, almost condensing to the entity - but this time the target was not Curt, but the black sun above him.

In an instant, the colorful magic brilliance intertwined with the manipulation of syllables, gradually depicting countless brilliant magic cube patterns. Although each one is not strong, this rare number still forcibly supports a super-large-scale magic structure and allows it to barely operate.

The air was vibrating, and even Curt's cold body felt a tingling and itchy feeling on his scalp. It can be imagined that the concentration of magic around him had condensed to the level of physical substance. However, the surrounding columns made of metal were operating stably, while the ancient characters that were indefinitely exuded the glory of actually operating... and the magic power flowing in this structure continued to flow into the pitch-black sphere.

"Well... as I expected." It seemed that everything was working as expected, and Sein Democra's face, like a mask, finally showed something that could be considered an expression, "Prepare to finish...this is the last step - and it will also be the first step."

The explosion still came from time to time, followed by the loud sound of spell explosion. Despite this, the magician did not hide the joy of being about to succeed. He seemed to be proclaiming something, even in the echoing passionate syllables.

He whispered a sentence woven in unknown language, and he walked to Curt again. At this moment, his eyes met Curt who was almost dying, while the other party looked back at him with a ridiculous look, as if he had never cared about his ending at all.

"It seems that you don't plan to say 'goodbye' to me right away this time." Curt still talked to the magician in a teasing tone. It seemed that he was not the person tied to the metal pillar. "It seems that this ceremony is more meticulous than I thought, otherwise you would not be able to abuse your magic."

The power in space maintains a delicate balance, the dark "sun" swallows up magic power, and the power released makes the air around it become irritable. In this case, a little mistake may lead to a global collapse, so the other party cannot repeat the previous ritual steps.

Although Sein Democra did not respond to Curt's words, this subtle silence obviously also contained some default components. A little dissonance would cause problems with the barely running cube array, and the restoration work would take a lot of time.

The guardians in the city were unable to make effective counterattacks against the spell in front of him and the group he led. In most cases, they had something they had to guard. And when the identity of the guardian was applied to these spells, the offensive and defensive situation changed.

The reason why they cannot do whatever they want is that things are restraining, and it is precisely because of this that their actions are repeatedly obstructed. This is true for President François, and that is also true for Sein Democra. Even if his abilities are far superior to ordinary people, he still finds it difficult to get rid of the constraints imposed on him.

then--

Boom!
Chapter completed!