Cursed Humanoid Scourge She has no AC count

Anyone who has actually seen a forest fire knows how terrible it really is.

Hua Yu, a super-level curse spirit born out of human's fear of the forest, looked at the petite figure with the fire shining behind him, just like a forest ranger seeing a demon burning the forest. At this moment, he also revealed A strong breath of fear.

"Now, have you figured it out?"

Nightmare, who is extremely sensitive to all negative emotions, has a smile in his light lavender eyes, like a magnificent gem that still shines in the dark, and is also a cruel hunter. He looks at it indifferently and thinks he has found it. The exiting prey burrowed into another alley to find its own way out, and seemed to enjoy the cat-and-mouse-like fun of it.

"You and I are completely different individuals."

"I am - Nightmare."

This was the last voice Hana heard in this world.

The curse spirit died, and the domain was shattered.

Wearing the pure black gothic black tuxedo dress, Alice glanced at Mao Lilan and Toyama Kazuha who had fallen asleep, and looked at another unlucky guy who was forced into sleep by her.

"Snapped,"

Alice raised her hand and snapped her fingers, and the hapless curser woke up from the nightmare with deep horror on his face.

However, what he faced was an even more terrifying nightmare.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

The curser looked at the petite girl who was a few meters away from him in horror, and the pure fear emanating from his soul flew up.

As we all know, in the world of conjuration, those who can become conjurers and still exist today, such as Nocturnal Moth Zhengdao, are not crooked and do not exceed single digits, and the others are all recognized lunatics.

The higher the rating of the conjurer, the crazier he was, and a certain super white hair was named among them.

Now in his eyes, Alice is a more terrifying existence than the curse spirit and Gojo Satoru!

"Huh?" Alice tilted her head strangely, "Shouldn't you be the ones who want to do something?"

She took a step and approached the curse master.

"Now, tell me, why did you take me away? I don't know that I can still have the honor of being the strongest seal."

The small shadow was elongated by the lights on the side of the road, and in the eyes of the Curser, it was a terrifying shadow beast stretching out its claws towards him.

"Don't come here—!"

……

On the other side, Wujo Satoru, who entered the tent, walked out of the dim light and shadow with his hands in his hands. He had broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a slender figure. Half of his nearly perfect handsome face was exposed to the light, while the other half was buried in the shadows.

The slender, frost-white eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and the blue pupils of the blue sky that shone with a cold luster were thrilling, pure as gems, and even in the dark night, they could not hide their light.

A huge amount of information flooded into his brain after he took off the black blindfold. If it was him before, he would still feel pain in his eyes, but now he can do it quickly even with so many people. Avoiding unimportant information, leaving only the most important information, which points directly to the culprit who launched this turmoil.

Gojo Satoru stopped after making seven turns and turns to a wide field, and a familiar figure was reflected in his blue eyes.

"Hey, Jie, you made a big noise this time. Those rotten oranges won't let me do Tai Chi again."

His tone rose slightly, as casual and lazy as always, as if he was talking to a good friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and there was no hostility at all.

Xia Youjie, who was wearing a purple-black cassock, still had the same hairstyle as in a high school, but his appearance had become more stable after ten years of precipitation.

"Wu, even if it's you, I don't necessarily lose, right?" Xia Youjie looked at Wujo Wu with a nonchalant smile.

The other party's tone has already determined that he is the one who can't beat it. It sounds really irritating.

"Jie, I'm the strongest. If you have the confidence to beat me, then try it." Gojo Satoru pulled his hands out of his pockets, his knuckle-boned hands pressed against each other, and there was a crackling sound of knuckle pressing. The momentum among the people tensed up in an instant.

"Spell reversal, [He]."

The condensed crimson terrifying mana ball shot out from between him, brushed the ground, and the powerful momentum split the hard ground and rolled towards Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie evaded the first [He] attack with agility, picked up a special magic tool in mid-air, and hit Gojo Satoru who also teleported behind him when he dodged.

"boom--"

The explosions produced by the collision of the mantra and the air continued to explode, and people who didn't know thought it was fireworks.

The figures of Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu kept changing in the air, and even afterimages appeared.

But every change of position means that they have completed a fight.

Driving Wujo Wu with no lower limit blocked the super magic tool in Xia Youjie's hand from an invisible air wall, but this did not mean that Xia Youjie couldn't touch Wujo Wu.

"Huh? This magic tool is interesting. Although it can't touch me, it can still spread spiritual pollution? Jie, where did you get it?" Gojo Satoru felt the pure malice that penetrated his infinite magic formula , as if countless undead were wailing in his ears, making his brain, which was always under the huge amount of information, freeze for a moment.

There was a dull pain in the temple, and Gojo Satoru knew it was because the "Six Eyes" had collected too much information, and because he had exhausted too much mental energy and had no sugar to replenish in time, it was a danger signal.

Gojo Satoru's tone sounded as if the two had returned to the daily sparring and playing in the high school period, but only those who fought knew that their moves were all aimed at the opponent's fatal point, and there was no harm at all. The meaning of being merciful is indeed the best bad friend that existed in the high school period.

Xia Youjie's long and narrow dark purple eyes were condensed and chilled, but the corners of his mouth still habitually held a hypocritical smile: "I just found this for you, Wu."

Gojo Satoru made a "tsk", and taking advantage of the distance between the two of them, he exaggeratedly rubbed his arms in mid-air, "Yue—Jie, don't be so nasty, okay? I'm not interested in men, I just want to I love my Alice sauce~”

His tail tune rises triumphantly, and he does not hide the sweet pink bubbles of his love at all.

Even in battle, it's good to disgust the single dog on the opposite side~

Gojo Satoru thought with some joy that even his temples, which were a little swollen and sore due to the huge amount of information, were much better.

Mentioning Alice, Xia Youjie thought of something for some reason, his expression became colder, and the corners of his mouth were curved with sarcasm.

Gojo Satoru, who caught the subtle changes in Xia Youjie's expression, narrowed his eyes, and said sharply: "Jie, you don't mean to do something to my little love, do you?"