Angel? Isn't this similar to an angel?

No, this ability is even better than an angel's ability to manifest.

Angels and their manifestations cannot share information.

So, it must be some strange and unique magic.

But could there really be such a convenient and powerful magic in the world that I have never heard of?

Merka shook her head, her thoughts delving deeper.

No, if it were a large family, there might be some mysterious magic hidden, but Mulan is just a Curseborn.

Most Curseborn don't have access to relics or the opportunity to learn powerful magic.

Could it be a relic from the Galleher family? It's possible.

But I have never seen anyone from the Galleher family use such a practical magic in a competition.

... Is there no other possibility?

Merka sneakily glanced at Mulan, looking at the arrogant and overbearing giant sword behind him, and suddenly thought of something, her pupils shrinking slightly.

The neutral and ethereal beautiful voice emitted by Mulan's voice is obviously not something a normal person can produce with their throat.

That voice has definitely been magically modified.

As Curseborn who rely on relics to use magic, most of them have never received an education and can't even read, so how could they learn magic?

Therefore, Curseborn can generally only use the magic left behind in the relics.

This raises suspicion, both of them can change their voices with magic, so could it be that they not only look alike, but also have the same relic?

The most likely possibility is that there has been only one person from beginning to end, using some kind of special magic to create a clone controlled directly by their consciousness.

The only difference between them is this sword, which is very likely to be that relic.

From a distribution perspective, it makes sense too.

He would definitely leave his true self in a safe and important place, while sending his clone to gather information...

"Guys." Mulan, who had been contemplating for a while, stood up and loudly addressed the sitting Curseborns.

These Curseborns, who have endured so much hardship, were not at all tired from staying up all night, and most of them were still very alert.

"Turing does have an assistant, and he deceived me with his weird magic."

"Our other team is in trouble, we need to send reinforcements."

"But our manpower is also very precious, and we cannot afford to lose more comrades."

"I just talked to Diana on the walkie-talkie. From now on, we will only be responsible for the feint, and they will go after the real Turing."

"I have decided to set up traps to deal with Turing, just like how we deal with wild beasts in the wild."

"Setting up traps requires a lot of people, so I'll only leave a few trusted individuals to guard the machines."

Mulan seemed to randomly select a few people from the crowd and arrange the guarding team.

Merka's mind stirred, sensing this as a great opportunity.

But just as Merka watched Mulan's hand slowly lower, Merka instantly realized that the team left behind may not include them.

Mulan spoke up at this moment.

He pulled out another walkie-talkie from behind and handed it to Merka.

"Victor, you lead the remaining team. Don't mess it up, got it?" Mulan said.

Under her calm and seemingly unaffected tone, there seemed to be a hidden threat, which made Merka furrow his brow tightly.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, someone brought him a pillow?

Merka swallowed a gulp of saliva and reluctantly took the heavy walkie-talkie.

"Understood," Merka hesitated and nodded.

Merka and the other three men in black came to the machine and, as arranged by Mulan, found a concealed position to sit down.

Meanwhile, Mulan counted the number of people not far away and gave some instructions before immediately setting off.

With an uneasy heart, Merka endured for a while.

It was not until dawn, when the moon had fallen behind the mountains and the whole sky began to brighten up with a yellowish color, that Merka began to expand his usual range of magic vision.

As the magical power swept through, a geographical model of nearly a kilometer appeared in Merka's mind. The enormous magical consumption made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Did they really leave? Merka carefully examined every inch of land in his vision and found that besides the few of them, there was no sign of another person.

Only now did Merka dare to take a good look at the huge machine in front of him.

With his knowledge of foreign languages, Merka translated the words on the machine word by word - produced in the United Kingdom, aiding Acadia.

The United Kingdom had always been biased towards the Agio family and was also one of the main exporting countries for Acadia tobacco.

Although foreigners did not understand the internal politics of Acadia, they understood that these several families in Acadia were like ruling parties, and investment was equivalent to taking sides.

Not taking sides was equivalent to abstention, and the consequences of being wishy-washy were just a waste of effort. In order to gain some benefits when the new family came to power, they had to provide unconditional support before they took office.

The United Kingdom was not originally a country siding with Galleher, so it was hard not to associate this decision to support Galleher with some promises made by Galleher to the United Kingdom.

After looking at it line by line, Merka roughly understood how the machine worked. The position he was standing on seemed to be where the Jade arm was, but it was already covered by the rocks that had grown for years.

This machine would drill into the ground and inject adrenaline into Jade's body.

However, Jade was very large, and the minimum threshold for the effect of adrenaline had been raised very high, so the dosage needed was particularly large.

Indeed, all they needed to do was break the water tank, Merka thought.

But, was there enough time? Merka looked at the other three men in black who were left to guard the machine.

There was definitely enough time!

I have four sacred relics here, including Miss Shepherd's.

Miss Shepherd was from Cur Harbor, and she was one of the best there.

Soldiers were never a match for Curseborn; they were all magic users specialized in fighting.

I only need five seconds, no, three seconds, to turn this machine into ashes.

With their speed, it's impossible for them to react in time.

Merka's eyes narrowed, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth as he was about to utter the incantation. There was no time to hesitate; they might be coming back soon if he kept delaying.

"Good shep—" Merka suddenly sprang up. His hand, emitting thick smoke, radiated a terrifying heat as he rushed towards the machine in three strides.

However, a dazzling flash streaked past him from behind, followed by the sound of a rib breaking, and Merka was knocked over.

When Merka regained his senses, one of his ears lay on the ground, with a bloody trail.

"Your smoke is quite peculiar. It seems that my magic cannot penetrate it."

"It caused me to miss."

Suppressing the dizzying pain, Merka turned his head and saw a young man as slim as himself. He had taken off his cloak, revealing a cruel smile, and appeared to be around eighteen years old.

The golden necklace around his neck seemed to be strung with plentiful gold, flamboyant yet graceful.

Merka knew that a Curseborn would never be able to afford such an expensive piece of jewelry.