The plague is spreading and suffering is continuing.

Due to the lack of direct control of the witch formation, Tielin City's supervision of slums is undoubtedly the weakest.

Therefore, after the large-scale plague infection broke out, the wizards realized the abnormality there and sent an elite wizard guard to completely block the accident area and no one was allowed to run out again.

Although some of the poor in the blocked area were not infected, they had no energy or time to distinguish them one by one in this chaos, so they could only block them all and let them die.

A great wizard at the top of the holy level even took action, destroying the entire block in one fell swoop, directly killing most of the plague creatures and innocent mortals.

The Poisonous Spike had the honor of witnessing the full force of the top wizard of the Saint Level for the first time. It was indeed invincible and shocking, and it made people unable to feel the idea of ​​confronting it.

That was an inconspicuous thin and withered old man.

Standing high above the city air, he looked down at everything in front of him with a despised look of despised all living beings.

At his feet, half of the city was trapped in flames and killing. The burning flames and thick black smoke, the crying and crying of the people running around, the blood stains sprinkled on the streets and alleys, and the bodies that were lodging everywhere could not trigger any change in his mood, just as if everything that happened in front of him was a phantom, which was not enough to shake his mind.

When he sneered and said "seeking death" in his mouth, a hazy and illusory giant phantom appeared in the void behind him. This was a super huge terrifying giant who could stand up and stand on the sky, covered with brilliant golden light scales. On his forehead, a conspicuous sun rune was radiating endless light and heat.

This kind of sun rune is not simply engraved, but is more like a small sun being confined to his forehead, and is an external manifestation of a more profound rule power.

If those knowledgeable wizards who are familiar with ancient times are present, they will inevitably recite the name of this terrifying giant's phantom - Son of the Sun.

The Son of the Sun, also known as the Flame Giant, is an important branch of the legendary ancient Titan. This is a powerful race that has thoroughly mastered the rules of flames. It is feared and worshipped by ignorant natives in many material planes. Some of the Son of the Sun who are too powerful even arrogantly regard themselves as the Sun God.

But in essence, it is still just some too powerful rule creature.

The holy wizard in front of him was obviously a mutant wizard who had taken the bloodline transformation route. Most of his strong strength was used to restore the bloodline of the Sun Son. If he could really completely restore the bloodline of the Sun Son, a steady demigod would not be able to escape, and he would even have the possibility of attacking the weak gods.

But maybe it's just possible after all.

Now, among the major planes, it is difficult to find even the demigod-level Son of the Sun that survived in ancient times. The holy wizard in front of him is probably just a fool to recreate the glory of the Sun clan with the broken bloodline inheritance of the Sun Clan.

But these are only for those legends and demigods. When facing mortals and plague creatures as small and fragile as ants, the broken bloodline of the Sun Son is still unbearable and has the power to destroy the world.

When the phantom of the Sun Son emerged behind him, the earth staring at the holy wizard's eyes began to melt in the brilliant golden flames.

There was no spell casting, no magic gestures to guide, and even no extra movements of the holy wizard. The entire slum where the plague was raging seemed to suddenly be stuffed into a huge sun. The temperature began to rise rapidly, reaching thousands of degrees in just a dozen times.

The earth began to dry up and crack, and all the buildings began to spontaneously ignite, melt, and pour. The cracked earth exuded a fiery red color, and the hot air flow continued to erupt, transforming the entire world into a lava world similar to the abyss.

The mortals running around begging for rescue were kneeling on the ground, stuck in their throats, swallowing the scorching air in big mouths. Immediately, the extreme high temperature and scorching evaporated every drop of water in their bodies, leaving only one highly carbonized charred corpses on the spot. However, as the temperature continued to rise, even these charred corpses could not be maintained, and they were completely mixed with the semi-melted ground.

Not only humans, but even those plague creatures and the plague spores that maintain the activities of these plague creatures cannot withstand such a severe blow, and they have completely melted into slowly flowing lava with this world.

How could the violent and irritable poisonous stinger endure the challenge of a human wizard? He tried his best to swell his chest, spitting out the strongly corrosive toxic acid balls at the other party one by one. Unfortunately, before all the acid balls were approaching the other party, they were baked into shiny smoke by the extreme high temperature, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The attack of the stinger undoubtedly attracted the attention of the holy wizard.

As the holy wizard's eyes condensed, the air around the body of the stinger began to twist and evaporate quickly, and its body surface was more like a boiling soup pot, large and small, densely packed with blisters, each of which was blood-red and blood-red, filled with filthy blood.

Seeing the opportunity, the strongest venomous stinger snake penetrated into the ground frantically and kept digging deeper, finally avoiding the catastrophe from the sky at a depth of 30 meters. But even so, it still suffered from high temperature and flames during its escape, and most of its body was burned into coke, peeling off layer by layer, causing pain to die of pain.

Of course, this scene was also seen by the plague girl who was hiding outside the city remotely and remotely controlled. Even the pain and howling of those plague creatures before their deaths was clearly felt. The demise of nearly a thousand plague creatures could not move her, but the sacred wizard's powerful blow made the plague girl feel the ultimate pain that she was being baked in the sun.

I thought that I had mastered such a terrifying plague power, which was enough to intimidate those weak wizards and allow them to leave enough living space for themselves. But today I saw the real combat power of the top-level wizards, and the plague girl was truly painful for her childishness for the first time.

I thought I had mastered the power of destruction, but now it seems that I am acting like a rookie who has mastered powerful power for the first time, arrogant and arrogant, and ignorant to challenge the more terrifying existence.

Of course, the plague girl still has absolute confidence in her plague power. With the invincible plague spores, it is only a matter of time to change a world. But her strength takes time, and her growth takes time, but now she recklessly exposes herself to the sight of a stronger existence.

Isn't this tightening the death noose for myself?

However, just as the plague girl Saila began to reflect on her behavior and actions, a deep sense of fear made her suddenly have a cold war.

The weather is about to change!

For no reason, such a nonsense came up in her mind and turned her gaze to the south.

What she didn't know was that at the same time, the top-level powerful people distributed around the wizard world stopped their work and turned their attention to somewhere in the central continent.

There was a horrible event that was enough to affect the entire plane!!!

Some top-level powerhouses who have initially mastered the rules can only vaguely observe the roots of events in the distance through the chaos and vagueness of the power of the rules. Only those prophetic witches who have mastered the pulse of fate can cross the distant time and space and see a slight fragment of broken history from the operation of the vast world rules. As for whether they can deduce the trajectory of the world's development from these prophetic images of scale claws, it probably depends on their personal talent.

If you want to understand every change and possibility of the development of the world without any mistake, it is something that only the God of Prophecy can do.

However, this time, all the top-level powerful people who perceived the rules of the world felt deep disgust from the plane consciousness, as well as the chaos and sulfur stench that the abyss demon could not hide at that time and space.

Magic disaster!

A new wave of magic disaster is about to happen again.

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From the moment you feel the abyss, the wizard world becomes restless.

The world source power, which almost never appears, began to surge in various forms to the places where the abyss aura appeared, trying to resist the invasion of the chaotic and disordered abyss laws with the power of the laws of the original plane.

But everything is in vain.

A deep plane scratch appeared in the air nearly a hundred meters above the ground, and wandered there. A wave of dark red smoke and dust that seemed to be there kept gushing out of the scratches, transforming the world bit by bit.

This is a huge canyon with a height of thousands of feet high on both sides. On a flat ground in the center of the canyon, an ancient and simple magical altar stands. At this moment, the altar is surrounded by bloody sacrifices of various sizes and shapes. These sacrifices belong to some kind of human creature, but they are significantly different from normal humans.

The human face and body have short, thick and sharp horns like demons, and the hoof feet are normal. However, the left hand has transformed into a demonic claw flashing with dark metal phosphorescence.

Tifflin... This is the demonized descendant born after Tifflin, the combination of demons and humans.

Historians also make them demons.

No matter what outsiders used to call them, at this moment, they have all become the most pitiful and tragic bloody sacrifice. Cut the throat, chop off the head, and break the chest... Various ways of death made their faces distorted, and they were wailing in pain, but they could only let the purple-red demon blood flow out of their bodies, slowly condense into a stream, and were swallowed by the gurgling whale of the ancient altar.
Chapter completed!