If we compare the strength of our strength simply by comparison, Curt is not Seindemocra's opponent. The spell who absorbed a lot of magic power is now an existence beyond humans.

In fact, it is not just him. Even if Liqi, Hermia and Karlota are added, and he faces his head when his strength is the most powerful, it is probably difficult to defeat the opponent. If the spells attacking outside rushed in together, it would probably only increase the number of victims for no reason.

The magic power of the "Chaos Bloodline" in the hand of that spell was too huge, almost the sum of the slaughtered Slots and other spells. He alone had a total amount of magic power that was almost comparable to an army of hundreds of people, and the dark "sun" was still absorbing the magic power around him for his use.

"Kort Ryanster - what's going on, why are you still alive?" However, the fact that Curt is standing in front of you now is enough to surprise Seindemocra, "Impossible, even if I don't take the last step, you can't stand up again!"

When the ceremony was performed until it was executed, Curt had to be killed and the heart was taken out as a "trading item", it was blocked by the remains of the True Vision Eye who suddenly rushed in. The spell ritual that was originally carried out stably was disturbed by their attacks, so that the original plan had to be temporarily changed to avoid complete damage.

In fact, the spells who rushed into the ritual hall were just small minions, but they were well-trained. While some of them rushed towards Seindemocra and delayed his actions, the remaining members rushed towards the spells at the four corners of the room and threw the explosives at them.

These spells seemed to have made plans at the beginning to destroy this almost completed spell ritual at the cost of their lives. Under their crazy offensive, the ceremony hall was irreversible and even the metal pillars that bound Curt were blown off.

At that time, Curt's wounds were torn open, and his body was almost turned into a "blood man". No creature could survive a large amount of blood loss. Although he did not stab the ritual dagger into Curt's heart, Curt, who was covered in bruises, had lost the ability to move.

Because of this, Seindemocra judged that he did not need to be killed. Because the cube that was trapped in chaos required a small amount of fresh blood to maintain. After all, it was more important to maintain the ceremony than killing the no longer important sacrifices, and the magicians who came to their door had become new fuel.

However, he now discovered that he had made a wrong decision, because Curt, who was thrown out by the shock wave, was already standing in front of him. He looked as if he was not injured, with only the scars left from the old days, and the wounds cut by magic had recovered.

However, Curt's body was still shaking. From time to time, he would bow down and breathe for a few times, as if he would be split by a stronger attack at any time. His pale face still looked weak and sick, and his sick look really made people unable to associate the word "hero".

However, the enemy he faced was undoubtedly a vicious madman. The lightning entangled in the magician was still radiating the evil magic power that was like a disaster. He stared at Curt angrily, constantly throwing magical projectiles at him. The storm-like attack was even more powerful than before that hit Liqi and the others.

"Your question is really good, but I don't know why."

Looking at Seindemocra with a smile, Curt said mockingly: "Although I didn't want to stay in this troublesome world a long time ago, I don't know why I always jumped alive in the end, even the deep waters didn't want to accept me, a sinful 'crow'."

The weapon had been deprived, and only a metal pole he picked up randomly was left in his hand, wrapped in a little dim and pale magic; the clothes on his body were already left with rags in the previous torture. It was difficult to even cover his body. To put it bluntly, Curt now looks like a poor beggar.

Although his clothes were ragged and his weapon was just a piece of scrap iron, Curt seemed to randomly wave his weapon against the spell's attack on him. In the blink of an eye, the scrap iron that drew a sparkling arc shot down the magic bullets around him that kept shooting at him, and even the chains woven by lightning were easily shattered.

The spells that rushed forward with scrap iron wrapped in magic were indeed quite relaxed. However, people with some common sense could see that every hit he swung carefully. Otherwise, there would be no way to break the opponent's spell.

"Hmph, but so, I thought you've become so strong."

Seindemocra looked at Curt, and his cold eyes revealed murderous intent: "You have somehow realized your limit when you resist to this level? You waste your energy and become the cornerstone of the new order honestly - this is better for both of you and me."

His tone sounded quite calm at first glance, but if it was matched with the magic power around him, it revealed a sense of oppression that would not give people a chance to choose. It seemed that in his eyes, no matter how much resistance Curt or others resisted, they would not be able to escape the fate of becoming the "fuel" of the ceremony.

It seems that the blood of the "crow" in Curt's body is very important to him. In order to construct this ritual, not only does it require a large amount of blood from the same human race, but also the refined Chaos Blood. Even if this ritual is apart from many problems, now, as long as Curt becomes the "fuel" again and is absorbed by the spell sequence, the cube array that has expanded to almost occupy the entire sky can return to its normal operation mode.

"Do you think I will assist you?" Curt almost laughed as he listened to the spell's self-righteous persuasion. "I don't know how important the ritual you are going to perform is for yourself or something, but it doesn't seem to have much to do with me."

He did not think that he had the obligation to assist the spell in completing the "major plan", nor did he think that the great righteousness imposed on others had any value. It was just a wishful delusion, and those Slots who were entangled in joining the spell ceremony were probably not voluntarily.

There is no anger or fear, because the clear feelings will affect the action, making the body unable to respond accurately to the situation. Curt's mood was as calm as the surface of the windless water, but he was waving the weapons in his hand coldly and dispersing the spells that the enemy kept throwing.

"Hmph, so what, you have no other choice, because you can't beat me with the power of you ordinary people." However, Seindemocra did not understand the meaning of Curt's expression, and still said for granted, "Don't talk about you, even that old guy can do nothing!"

The so-called "that old guy" he calls undoubtedly refers to Dean Cruz François, the high-level spellman with the title of "Twelve Directions". If other situations are not considered, then as the dean of the Catris Academy, he is undoubtedly the strongest spellcaster in the entire Dominion.

However, at this point, such common sense may need to be slightly modified. After all, the so-called "common sense" is often something that people will gradually move away from each other when they want to believe it. Now that the magic power has fallen into chaos, the magic power in front of them is probably the strongest spell in the actual sense. The magic power flowing in his body may be more than twice as powerful as Dean François.

"Or, do you want to fight me in this state?"

His body slowly floated up and looked at Curt condescendingly: "Your weapon is no longer in your hands, and your companions are exhausted. Even if you were yourself, a few hours ago, I was still my defeated man, and I had no resistance in front of my powerful strength."

Everything in the world contains magic power. Although it may not be used as a unified standard, creatures with powerful magic often have more powerful power. Now Seindemocra has absorbed a large amount of magic power, and his power has also been significantly improved. The entangled lightning radiates dazzling light. If the magic bullet in the sky blasts down in one breath, let alone Curt, even others will find it difficult to survive.

Faced with the pressure exerted by the enemy, Curt had to shake his head and smile bitterly - although it was difficult to accept, the speller said nothing wrong. Carlota had not yet recovered his consciousness, and Hermia was seriously injured. As for Liqi, her virtual body had almost disappeared.

It was almost an overwhelming disadvantage, but Curt was still unmoved to look at the proud magician in the air and put the iron rod he picked up in front of him. Although the opponent's attack stopped for now, looking at their continuous revolving trajectory, it was obvious that it would be knocked down again in a short while.

"Sorry - not to succumb to any form of violence, this is my standard of action." Curt said without hesitation at the cold gaze above, "You are indeed very strong, but no matter a hundred times or a thousand times, I will not be threatened by the power you have."

If he fought alone, he had almost no chance of winning, because Seindemocra could use only one-tenth of his power to knock him out to the point where he was not even left. However, he was not afraid because he had already noticed that the wind direction around him had changed.

"So that's a pity."

The spell smiled coldly, and the already stagnant magic bullets around him started to operate quickly again. The purple-black light even made the blood-colored clouds in the sky look terrifying. Accompanied by the thunder that vibrated the earth, the hail-like magic bullets fell to the ground.

And at this moment, a strong blue wind came from a distance, sweeping the bomb that should have hit Curt and the others' heads. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!