Whoosh~~

The cold wind from the wilderness blew by and fell on the collapsed house, and the remaining flames roared.

Corpse, corpses everywhere; dry and solidified pools of blood; wherever they see, there are only these countless dead people. There are civilians, old people and children, but more are undoubtedly armed warriors - thousands of warriors and magicians died in battle here.

Even though he had just arrived in this city, or strictly speaking, it should be the world, he still understood immediately - a war had just begun here not long ago.

In his cognition, only "war" will cause such a tragic scene before him, summoning the "hell" that should have existed in legends or imagination to the human world!

This unknown city was captured and then slaughtered.

He quickly made such a judgment because in his perception, the large city had completely lost its vitality—that is, there was no survivor.

There is not even a confirmed "life form" here... If it is not for these monsters wandering in the ruins and eating the dead's corpses.

These monsters have magic fluctuations, that is...

"Is it a monster?" the man whispered to himself.

But even men themselves rarely see such cruelty. No, they should be said to be a inferior and ugly monster! They are completely despicable species with only feeding instinct. For men, calling it "warfare" is an insult to this term.

There is no need to think too much, men instinctively hate these "things".

But now it is not the time to "clean up garbage". For this man who has broken through the air, there is still the most urgent thing to do - find some clothes that can cover your body!

To be honest, men are not too unfamiliar with the experience of suddenly coming to a strange world.

"After that being said, I used to travel to Aslant naked like this..." The man smiled bitterly. Fortunately, it was because he appeared in the ruins of this battlefield and there were no other people or intelligent bodies around, which avoided a lot of embarrassment.

Having said that, the most urgent thing is to find some clothes, right? It’s not to keep warm, but to cover up the body. As an ice-shaped magician, this man will never be hurt by the pure "cold"; but as a normal human sense of shame still makes him feel that he must wear clothes well... The habit of taking off clothes does not exist for him, and it is enough to have his two junior brothers inherit it.

"Although it's a bit disrespectful to the dead..." The man walked to a corpse near him, folded his hands and bowed to him, "But I'll still have to borrow your equipment to use it."

The deceased should have been a magician during his lifetime, right? He also looked quite powerful. Until now, his equipment is still rippling with a faint unique magic fluctuation. It seems that it is the magic of this world.

The man did not mean to strip the dead naked, but just took off his cloak - the extra wide and thick cloak was enough to cover the man's entire body. There were also a large number of pockets sewn inside the cloak, most of which were bulging. After a rough check, it turned out that they were all ground powder and other forms of spell casting materials. The cloak itself seemed to have a considerable magical effect, and it looked like an excellent magician special equipment.

But these don't make much sense to men. This unique spell casting method seems worth studying, but it is definitely not now.

The man thought about it and checked the other things of the dead magician. At least, let’s first learn about the magic system of this world and the basic information of the enemies they encountered.

Although he was in a hellish environment at this moment, the man was still doing his own things calmly. He was confident that nothing around could threaten his existence, so he investigated with great peace of mind.

In fact, men also reserved their attitude towards whether there is any person in this world that can really threaten their existence. After all, they are the ones who "break through" a world.

Theoretically, as long as there is no obvious foul like the Black Dragon King Akunoloria, he is confident that he is invincible in the world!

Therefore, even the investigation is based on the curiosity of men and the instinct of being a research wizard.

Gradually, it seemed that I had discovered the only living person here, and gradually there were monsters surrounding him.

"Tsk, there is no obvious external injury. It seems that it is a direct attack on the spirit or soul to death in an instant. There is no time to even use the magic of counterattack." The man casually observed the dead magician's corpse, making such a judgment, then raised his head to look at the slowly approaching monster with a jackal-like appearance, and smiled disdainfully.

"...This kind of thing is not done by these bastards. So, what kind of existence does it exist when it breaks through this city?"

The huge jackal-like monster finally couldn't help it and made an unpleasant and harsh roar and rushed over.

The man looked calm, without any panic, and did not even look at the monsters that were coming. He just calmly stepped a step, avoided the culprit of the first monster, and then waved his fist!

Bang!

A dull collision sounded from the giant beast.

The monster was wailing, as if it was hit by an irresistible great power, and it flew backwards like a cannonball that was blowing out of the air, directly knocking down a broken wall behind it, and then continued to pass through several houses with constant power, and was eventually buried under the ruins.

"Sure enough, it's not an illusion." The man looked at his fist thoughtfully, "My body has been strengthened... no, it has become normal! This is the physical quality that a normal magician should have!"

Twist your waist, take your steps, and punch!

The man turned around and actually punched the second monster in the air with one punch. After confirming that he had this power, he could easily use his power with his ability!

There is no need to use magic to deal with these things! The man curled his lips and solved all the troubles after several punches.

"Finally, I have the physique of Elusa and the others!" The man breathed a sigh of relief, his expression full of satisfaction and excitement.

Finally, I no longer have to be restricted by the time limit of "One Hundred Seconds Superman" and the extreme technical sword technique like Thin Jian!

"Well, although this doesn't make much sense."

A man suddenly became distracted again. If he couldn't "go home", what's the point of becoming stronger? Moreover, even if he was originally himself, he was definitely not weak! It would be better to say that in terms of strength, what he had had had had had had long been completely enough, and there was no need to do anything to strengthen...

"By the way, this time I traveled to the new world, I still retained my complete memory... Even the previous power was preserved, and even strengthened in my shortcomings..." The man said to himself, "No, it would be better to say that I, who challenged the gods directly, did not die, and was directly dissipated. It was already an unexpected thing. What is this? Is it a reward for successfully challenging the gods?"

"I'm invincible at the beginning? Is this a vacation and leisure for me? Although I'm surrounded by a tragic scene of the post-war doomsday... "In the empty ruins, he was the only one who was talking and complaining spread with the wind.

The only living man in the ruins of hell, or the name of him can be called directly - Woz Fleunner, came to this other world on March 3, 1180.

Woz bent down and picked up the staff beside the dead magician. The assassin, which should have been quite precious, was beyond recognition. The first part of the staff inlaid with precious gems has been stomped by the raging monsters, leaving only half of the dirty wooden pole.

Not bothering the second master, Woz weighed the texture of the stick in his hand and casually decided to use this "staff" as a weapon... Although he didn't need a stick, Woz used to rely on magic books to make props for casting spells, but now he always feels a little uncomfortable with the empty hand, so he just needs a prop to grab it in his hand.

"But now I can use the Ice Model Magic as I want." Woz shrugged again, "Unknown Magician, thank you for your gift!"

Watz bowed to the dead magician again, then waved his hand to release a silver-white magic circle, freeing the corpse.

With a click, the crystal clear ice coffin and the corpse inside collapsed and dissipated in the air.

After watching the deceased disappear completely, Woz looked down at a scroll in his hand - this was the third item he took from the other party. It was precisely because of this scroll that Woz decided to use a staff as his next weapon.

This is the inheritance of the so-called "Scepter Mage": a magician genre that uses "Scepter" as the main casting and combat props. According to the use of different staffs, you can cast various magical magic and have extremely high freedom. Because I suddenly thought of the image of Mistergang with multiple staffs in my mind, Woz decided to learn this technique on a whim.

...Maybe it will be very interesting.

Yes, it's just because it's "interesting". Woz doesn't expect this so-called "Steam Mage" inheritance to bring strength improvements to himself. In fact, Woz doesn't think there are any magical techniques in the world that are more excellent and powerful than his own textual magic.

"And... then again," Woz sat on a rock with a wry smile, "What's the point of no matter how strong I become? In comparison, I would rather not have this strength and be an ordinary person... as long as I can get back home... back to the fairy tail!"

During this time travel, Woz completely retained all his memories, and now this has become the source of his greatest nostalgia and pain.

"Damn it, how much time and effort did you think I had spent to find a home!" Woz complained in annoyance.

At this time, there were people who were ready to move around him again.

Unlike the previous group of jackal-like monsters that died, there are also some human-shaped monsters in this group. These are generally adult humans, covered with hideous and ugly scales and hair, and are also waving rough weapons in their hands. There is also a guy who seems to be the leader, riding on a jackal-like monster, commanding other minions to surround him!

No matter how you look at these guys who are all miscellaneous soldiers, they did not attract much attention from Woz.

"It's unpleasant to look at it, these things!" No one around, Woz let go of his voice and complained loudly, "The despicable miscellaneous people!"

It was not until this time that Woz noticed that the air around him was filled with a strong smell of blood and the stench of rotting corpses, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and sulfur after the war, and it could not be called a comfortable air quality.

With itself as its core, it has a radius of forty kilometers. Woz has discovered the area of ​​the city.

That's the case...

Woz inserted the staff he had just started into the ground in front of him. Then he shaped his hands with both hands—

"Ice shape..." Woz hesitated for a moment. Because there was no target worth his attack here, he finally chose the simplest magic.

"floor!"

Strictly speaking, this is the shape of Woz's junior brother Grey, and Woz can also pick it up at this time. A cold breath spreads rapidly with Woz as the core, and swept across the entire city in the blink of an eye.

If someone looks down at the earth under his feet from the sky above this city, he will clearly see a silver-white round magic circle that is huge enough to cover the entire city!

The huge and exaggerated magic circle flashed in a flash, and followed by a sharp drop in temperature. The flames raging due to war in the city were instantly extinguished, and the air close to the ground quickly condensed into a layer of white frost, which then attached to the ground, collapsed walls and houses, and corpses everywhere.

Everything freezes, like the arrival of winter, turning this space into a crystal clear world of ice and snow.

Of course, the only living creatures in the city - those wandering monsters and little evil demons, were also instantly frozen and killed. As for the little evil demons and jackal monsters that were approaching Woz, they were frozen into ice-shapes at the first time.

...I heard that hell is a humid and hot place. I must have never seen the so-called winter?

The world suddenly became clear, and the old and depressing smell was swept away.

Woz unscrupulously poured out the magic power in his body and frozen the whole city. With the help of the huge magic circle spread out, he "sees all his eyes" of the entire city in just a short moment.

"Have some powerful guys survived?" Woz murmured, "It's a pity that they are not humans."

Now I am the only living person with a radius of hundreds of kilometers. I just want to find someone to ask where I am!

Woz was distressed because of this, but he was just worried. Now he had no motivation or desire, but just made judgments in accordance with general logic and common sense.

As for the monsters in the city that survived under his magic, they were too lazy to care about it.

After all, Woz's "burial" of the whole city was just because he and these dead were sympathetic to humanity.

...

The only human here sat on the stones extremely lazy, but the other existences in the city could not be so calm!

The sudden blow was like a punishment from heaven, covering the whole city without warning. The cold and biting cold swept through everything here without saying a word. The originally numerous similar people turned into ice sculptures in the blink of an eye, and then shattered under that mysterious will and left with the wind.

Only those who are the most powerful have barely survived this cold wave.

Centurion, or leader in the Warcraft community. Only the existence of this level can have a chance to survive.

Those demons with considerable wisdom all looked frightened and fled out of the city without looking back in the confused eyes of the monster beside them. Some of them had strong powers, even broke through the space and fled back to the abyss at any cost!

The monsters that only act on instinct cannot understand the behavior of those who are also "strong people in the abyss" at this moment, nor can they understand the shouts of fear and despair in their mouths-

"Everything that is silent in all things...the Ice Demon King!"
Chapter completed!