Before Tarian understood what was going on, he heard the mages around him sucking cold air. He felt a pain in his chest, and slowly looked down at a piece of his arm that was covered with thick scales, which looked completely different from a human arm.

At the end of the arm was a sharp claw like a wild beast, and a heart was lying among the five fingers of the sharp claws. It was so vivid that it was still beating one after another.

The pain spread rapidly to Tarian's body, and darkness followed closely. Before Tarian could speak, his last trace of consciousness was dragged into the endless darkness.

"Ha, you will always be a poor person, Tarion," Lando closed the hand holding the heart vigorously. Tarion's fresh heart was pinched into minced meat, and the dark red blood flowed down his arm, and fell to the ground drop by drop, making a crisp click.

"A idiot like you is not worthy of this gift," Lando pulled his hand out of Tarion's body with some disgust and watched his body slowly fall down. "Okay," he turned around and looked at the other mages with their heads down. "My dear friends, I am here to provide you with a great gift, a brand new path to pursue more powerful power."

No one spoke, and many mages pinched their robes hard so that their trembling bodies could continue to stand, and many could hear the heavy breathing of their compatriots around them.

"Huh?" Lando let out a dissatisfied hum, "It seems that you are not as eager for strength as I imagined..."

"No!" a mage suddenly shouted loudly, and everyone recognized him, Patrick, who, like Tilke, had always been Lando's follower.

Patrick quickly walked to Lando and knelt on one knee, his face full of fanaticism, "I am willing to join you, great Lando! I am willing to master this powerful force!"

"Hmph hahahahahahahahahahahahaha," Lando laughed smugly, "Good," he helped Patrick up, "Don't worry, my friends," he opened his hands to everyone, "Tarick is nonsense, and you should understand that the demons, like our gods, have been trapped in their own world."

This sentence touched the mages. They looked at each other and everyone could see the desire in the eyes of others.

"Hey, think about it!" Landu suddenly shouted in their very familiar tone, "If the demons can return to the world, then why don't we see the gods?"

These words shattered the mages' final defense, and Tilke was the second to surrender, "Of course, we gathered here in order to pursue a stronger force, the great Lando."

"Of course, Tylk," Lando smiled and helped his former partner up, "all you have to pay is just a small price to be like me."

"But I can guarantee that the power you can get will be beyond your imagination," Lando said, raising his hands, as if to confirm what he had said. He waved his hand gently, and all the mages widened their eyes in shock.

In Lando's hand was a huge fireball that kept rolling. The fireball exuded an extremely hot breath, and no one of the mages present would doubt its power.

"It's amazing!" Tilke exclaimed, "Except for the faint green light of this fireball, it is exactly the same as the flame explosion technique released by the teachers of the academy!"

The other mages also exclaimed, and no one raised objections or made any objections. Everyone gathered around Lando.

"Very good," Lando laughed happily, and he waved his hand vigorously, "Come with me, my dear friends, I will push a brand new door for you."

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Lagotila "tells" this way, picked up the cup and took a sip, shook her head, "This is a terrible story."

"What after?" Hickrad asked impatiently, "What happened later."

"Be patient, Hill," Lagotira glanced at him, "like a sapling in the forest, only if you are patient enough can you watch it grow into a towering tree."

"Okay," Hickrad shrugged and sat back, "this is indeed my fault," he said somewhat muffled, "maybe I should do a training to improve my patience."

Lagotila smiled again, "Okay," he put down his cup, "It's all the people in your Golden Lion family. Impulse and passion are rooted in your bloodlines, and it's really difficult for you to learn to act patiently."

"Let's go ahead." He happily picked up the pen again, dipped it ink again, and started writing quickly again.

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This is the starting point of the disaster. The twenty-five mages, except for poor Tarian, were all lost in this forest.

The disappearance of these mages caused a stir in Carcasson, the capital of the empire, because they were not only excellent mages with extraordinary talents, but also outstanding children of the noble family. The empire's military and government immediately came under great pressure from the upper class.

A well-equipped search and rescue team was soon established in Carcassonne, and the personnel and equipment were ready in a very short time. After everything was ready, the unit left Carcassonne and galloped all the way toward the Cheklis Forest.

But they were destined to return in vain, and this group of poor search and rescue team members. In the forest of Cheklis, the search and rescue team members, with dusty and exhausted expressions, discovered the mages' camp.

The search and rescue team members slowly walked into the camp. Everything seemed so weird that the bonfire seemed to be extinguished naturally, and the tents were still scattered intact in the woodland near the bonfire. The mages' luggage were also neatly placed in their respective tents, as if they had suddenly disappeared.

Except for one person.

"Hey, Captain, come here!"

A somewhat rapid shout interrupted the thoughts of the captain of the search and rescue team, Vlad von der Lestein. As the patriarch of the DeLestein family, he was unlucky to get this unpleasant job.

The subordinate's shouting made him even more upset. No matter what they found, it must be nothing good. This can be seen from their panic shouting.

Vlad sighed softly, and he moved his hand to the hilt of the sword around his waist, and the hard and cold steel gave him a little peace of mind.

After taking a few repeated deep breaths, he walked towards the location where the sound came. Soon, he found that his subordinates gathered together and formed a semicircle. The torches burning in each person's hands gathered into a wall of light in the darkness.

"Ah, Duke Vlad, you're finally here," the leader came up as if he saw a life-saving straw. Vlad knew him, Dimitri Corenschen, a Charcody man, a famous irritable man in Carcassonne.

But at this moment, the Charcody man's eyes were filled with helplessness and fear. He walked up and grabbed Vlad's hand tightly, "Please come and see, we really don't dare to make a judgment."

He led Vlad forward and walked to the middle of the semicircle. As they slowly squeezed into the crowd, Vlad saw that what they saw was a corpse, facing upwards, and fell to the ground.

There was a big hole in his chest, and Vlad, who was familiar with the structure of the human body, could tell at a glance that his heart had disappeared.

What kind of creature can do this? Vlad thought to himself that he vaguely felt that he had touched some truth about the matter, but the darkness hidden under the truth made him shudder heavily.

He shook his head, pressed his desire to continue thinking, and then continued to observe the corpse on the ground.

The corpse's face became messy, and there were obvious signs of beast biting. Vlad frowned, and it was not too elegant to make it like this.

Not to mention his identity, Vlad sighed, bent down next to the body, and pulled off the necklace from his neck, "We found at least one," he turned around and said to his subordinates, "This is the young master of the Del'Anco family, Tarian."

"Oh, no..." Dimitri let out a mourn, "This is really bad news."

The search and rescue team stayed in the forest for three days, and finally announced their mission failed in frustration and returned to Carcassonne in shame.

The body of poor Tarian was returned with them. A storm began to brew. The nobles quarreled in front of the emperor, and they flew to the elves' palace council like snowflakes.

But everyone ignored the remaining mages, and for the elves, they had no idea what these humans had encountered. For the humans of the empire, they might have died elsewhere in the forest, just like poor Tarian.

It was not until the dark and corrupt energy spread out from the forest of Cheklis that the two quarreled empires realized something was wrong.

But it was too late for everything, the mages whose figure and personality had been seriously distorted, walked out of the forest with a grim smile, and followed them by an army of evil composed of countless low-level demons.

Everyone now knows what happened. This world is too relaxed. They only remember that the demigod can walk on earth, but they forget those half-demons who are on par with the demigods.

These twisted and fallen mages were just the first victims. In the first few weeks, the two empires that were busy quarreling had no response at all. Until the urgent report had become as dense as diplomatic rhetoric, the ruling classes of the two empires finally understood.

But the demon disaster has completely spread. Starting from the Cheklis Forest, the demon disaster quickly swept across the south of the entire continent. Countless elves and human cities were looted, and countless creatures were slaughtered.

What's worse is that everyone overestimated humans. In this case, the bad nature of human beings was finally completely exposed. A large number of human beings were thrown into the arms of demons. They were either to save their lives or pursue stronger power, and some were both.

Regardless of their reasons, the result is consistent. The army of demons is becoming increasingly large. These corruption and extremely depraved mages have tear apart one by one in the world. On the other end of the void, there are the army of demons eager to fight.

An alliance, in this case, was quickly established, and the descendants of the gods were not fools or blind men, were quickly sent to this land to join the alliance. But the situation did not seem optimistic that the elves had lost more than one-third of the territory, and more than half of the land had fallen by humans.

Only dwarves are better. They rely on sophisticated machinery and thick fortresses to protect themselves. Demons may corrupt living creatures, but they cannot corrupt these dead objects.

The dwarves' territory fell into less than a quarter of the area, which is a great achievement compared to other races.

At this time, the war gradually escalated. Demigods and half-demons joined the battle in full. When mortals and inferior demons were fighting each other, they also fought in places where these mortals could not see them.

Of course, I also participated in this war and killed seven and a half demons with my own hands, ranking fifth among all the demigods.

You ask the first one? That was the son of the god of war Deko. He killed fifty-six and a half demons alone, which was twenty-one above the second place.

This is also the second shortcoming of the demons. The semi-demons are too immature. They do not have rich combat experience or abilities like demigods, because they are almost unable to experience in the mortal world. Demons never consider upgrading mortals to advanced semi-demons.

With the defeat of the half-demon, the situation finally began to fall to the coalition side. Maybe this sounds very relaxed, but behind this simple sentence are more than three million dead bodies and countless wounded people. You must keep this in mind.

Since then, the demons retreated back to their world again, and the corrupted mages were killed. But the demons learned lessons, and the outstanding performance of Landuirmisa on the battlefield also reminded them that in fact, Landuirmisa is stronger than some weak demigods, and he even killed two kind demigods with his own hands.

These demons retreated to hell, and they soon began a new round of searches. Like the last time, they wanted to find a sufficiently excellent messenger for the abyss.

In this war, they also discovered that human superiority, of course, refers to superiority to the abyss. Humans are not like several other races, and their main gods are not very binding on them. Compared with dwarves who have no interest in demonic temptations and are only willing to deal with stones, and elves who hate demons deeply, humans are obviously better existences.

So the demons calmed down, they calmed down, waiting for the opportunity to come again.

Just like the moon always has its phases, the balance of power in this world cannot remain unchanged, and the demons soon waited for their second chance.

And this time, they turned their attention to the new continent. A group of exiled people among humans had just taken root on this continent. Among them was a very brave and warlike general.

People call him Strad.

Stradd Demites Steyanoga.
Chapter completed!