A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 589 Unpreventable Terror

The art museum was unusually quiet today, as if there were hardly any people there.

This puzzled Angrod greatly.

However, he soon found out the reason.

"roar!"

A monster roared and charged toward Angrod.

The monster was covered in blood and looked like a monster that was not a good thing.

Seeing this, Angrod got goosebumps all over his body.

"Damn mage!"

Although the specifics are unknown, in this situation, it's best to blame the mage. After all, if it weren't for the mage's actions, Angrod would have twisted his own head off and given it to someone else to kick around like a football.

Soon, as if an alarm had been triggered, countless monsters roared and surged over from all around, their numbers endless and terrifying.

What should we do?

Angrod felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that his days were numbered.

The plane has only been under attack for a few days, how come it can't hold on already?

Although he sensed something was amiss, Angrod didn't pay it any mind. Instead, he prepared to fight to the death and forcefully replace some of the monsters.

Immediately afterwards, he moved with agility, displaying a level of skill completely different from before, and charged straight toward the nearest monster.

Immediately following, amidst the roars of the monsters, Angrod went on a killing spree. The surrounding monsters were powerless and were easily killed by Angrod in large numbers.

"Hahaha, great! That's how it should be, that was so satisfying to kill!"

Angrod shouted excitedly.

Unexpectedly, he, an ordinary elf, has now become a warrior.

Now they are invincible and unstoppable.

While thinking, Angrod carried out his killing spree leisurely.

However, his good days were soon over.

Several unusually tall and twisted monsters, wielding bone blades, attacked Angrod without mercy.

Angrod hurriedly swung his sword to defend himself, but his good fortune was short-lived. He could only barely parry a few blows before being slashed four times by the bone blade, leaving him on the verge of death.

"The infected individuals have been eliminated; it is safe for the time being."

That was the last thing he heard.

Is what he sees necessarily the truth?

As Angrod lay dying, he saw everything.

He saw it: the twisted muscles on his body, the hideous face.

He saw that the person he had just identified as a monster was now lying in a pool of blood, struggling like a real person.

The sculpture he found beautiful turned out to be a bloody lump of flesh.

"This...this can't be real!"

"I'm devastated," Angrod thought to himself.

In reality, he could only let out a wail before his body slowly slipped out of his control.

He is completely dead.

However, death is not frightening. For the elves, death is simply returning to the womb.

And so, Angrod, who retained a considerable degree of consciousness, returned to the mother's body.

However, for Jiang Shuzhou, this was just the beginning.

When Angrod's soul arrived here, it radiated a crimson light.

This pollution was caused by Jiang Shuzhou, and it was also a necessary act that led to the decline of the mother tree.

Inside the command post in the Golden Forest.

"Celine, report the situation!"

"It was an elf dressed in a green military uniform," said one of the elves.

"The situation is not optimistic. This damned plague has infected many people, and each infected person will attack everyone around them irrationally."

At this point, Celine's expression turned somewhat grim.

Undoubtedly, this was a significant blow to her.

"Furthermore, these infected individuals will transform their bodies into new nutrients after death, spreading the infection outwards."

Now, everyone present looked rather grim.

Without exception, the areas under their jurisdiction suffered from the epidemic to varying degrees.

"Currently, we have analyzed some aspects of the epidemic and obtained specific prevention methods."

Celine said.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the people in the audience lit up instantly.

They are all having a headache over this right now, and it would be great if there were any preventative measures.

"How exactly can we prevent it?"

Someone asked.

"It's very simple, just stop dreaming."

Celine said.

"According to research, this virus only spreads in dreams, which means that simply stopping dreaming can effectively inhibit the spread of the virus."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the room.

"How is this possible?"

"We're alright, but what about our lower-ranking elven brethren?"

"Does this mean we have to go...?"

"Perhaps we could try the Dreamless Potion."

"But what if it doesn't succeed?"

Now, everyone fell silent.

They planned to do it, but there were difficulties.

No one dares to do it, no one wants it to be, and no one is willing to take such a huge risk.

A terrible plague is spreading through the Golden Forest.

Slaughter and death permeated every corner of this place.

Soon, the entire plane will tremble.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Outside the plane, in Jiang Shuzhou's floating city.

"It's time."

Jiang Shuzhou said.

"It's time to attack."

Jiang Shuzhou waved his hand, and then he smashed the floating city down, forcibly breaking through the entire plane's defenses by relying on its own hardness.

Cities fell one after another, and all the elves within them were sacrificed in a bloody manner.

Flowers of flesh and blood bloomed, countless elves perished here, and countless cities were reduced to ghost towns.

Jiang Shuzhou has always been very gentle towards humans and has basically never used any weapons of mass destruction.

But that was out of compassion for humanity.

As for Jiang Shuzhou, the elves were completely beyond reason to be pitied.

After all, they are just a different race.

Jiang Shuzhou ruthlessly used large-scale weapons, wantonly slaughtering all the elves.

This is to exterminate their entire clan.

With the massive deaths and the increasing number of twisted and tormented elves, the Elven World Tree inexplicably felt stronger, and its condition also seemed somewhat off.

"this……"

Upon seeing the clearly abnormal Elven World Tree, Finrod's pupils suddenly contracted, followed by a wave of panic.

At this moment, the thick branches of the Elf World Tree were covered in scarlet. Originally, the Elf World Tree emitted a strong white light and had no trace of red.

But now, everything has changed.

This change is very disturbing.

What will happen?

Why is the World Tree of the Elves the color of this?

Finrod wasn't quite sure, but he knew it couldn't be anything good.

The light emanating from the current Elf World Tree has turned slightly reddish.

Without a doubt, we are not far from meeting Jiang Shuzhou's requirements, but we are already close.