A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 101 No Wrongful Souls Under the Melting Love

"Is it raining?"

87 looked bewildered; clearly, he couldn't understand why it was raining when the sky was clear.

But he soon understood.

This is not rain, this is judgment.

At first, everyone thought nothing had happened.

"What's happening? My body... why is it... melting..."

Panic spread like a plague.

First came the ordinary soldiers and apprentice-level professionals; their bodies were the first to collapse, turning into puddles of writhing, rotten flesh in the silent rain.

Following closely behind, the first-tier paladins and priests were also not spared.

"Why aren't the healing techniques working?!"

A pastor cried out in terror, and a holy light burst forth from his body, washing over him again and again.

However, it was to no avail; his body continued to dissolve.

"How... is... this possible..."

His body was dissolved, and the priest could no longer utter a complete sentence.

Soon, second- and third-tier professionals followed suit.

The only ones standing on the field were the soldiers from the Mage Alliance who were already wearing protective gear.

Even the enemy's mid-level professionals could only retreat as much as they could. Their bodies had begun to soften, but they had not been completely dissolved and still retained their form.

"Such blasphemy!"

High Priest Riga let out a furious curse, then prepared his divine magic and entered the battlefield to prevent the tragedy from happening.

"Old man, your opponent is me!"

With a loud shout, Ralph transformed into lightning and charged straight toward Rika.

Is this person really a mage?

"Boom!"

Countless lightning bolts exploded high in the sky, but Teacher 87 had no time to care about the sky at this moment.

"vomit!"

He was retching violently. The lake of flesh and blood in front of him, formed by countless dissolved people, was still undulating and bubbling slightly. If you listened carefully, you could even catch the incoherent wails and murmurs of countless people merging together.

"Ugh... If I had known... I would have preferred to experience the logistics officer's amazing inventions..."

Teacher 87 may not know that he is already experiencing it.

The rain of dissolving lasted for a full half hour, but most of the enemy soldiers on the field were dissolved.

After a rain, a flesh-colored lake appeared in the center of the battlefield. If you listen carefully, you can hear something else.

In the sky.

"Old man! Is that all you've got?"

At this point, Ralf had completely overwhelmed Riga. Whether in close combat or ranged magic, Riga was at a disadvantage and was soon forced into a desperate situation.

"You old bastard, die!"

With that, Ralf unleashed a powerful high-level spell, and violent electricity filled every corner of the sky.

High-level spell, Ralf's Ball Lightning.

However, just as Ralf unleashed his killing move, Rika vanished into thin air.

Soon, the spatial fluctuations around him made Ralf realize what had happened.

That old bastard ran away!

"Why is my spatial anchor malfunctioning?"

Ralf casually tossed the ball lightning hundreds of miles away and began to think.

Something unusual must be going on. Ralf was quite certain that with the priest's limited intelligence, it was absolutely impossible for him to break his spatial anchor, but the mage could not possibly help the priest.

No, there is a group that can help.

Magician!

This is a big problem. Since the battle of Silvermoon City, the magic network mages have been almost completely slaughtered. How could there be any left?

Moreover, he was a high-level magic network mage.

However, Ralph's super brain tells him that after eliminating all the impossibilities, there is only one truth!

The Goddess of Magic is going to play in the revival match!

"Hmph, remnants of the underworld."

Let's get rid of the lingering poison first.

Spellfire!

Silver flames enveloped the entire sky, burning away the invisible magic net. This process was extremely slow, taking about a week for the magic net to be completely destroyed.

However, this had nothing to do with Ralf. He had mastered the secrets of fire, and through the addition of runes, his mage fire could continue to burn until the magic net was burned away.

With a gloomy expression, Ralf cast a teleportation spell, ignoring the lake of flesh below; he was no longer in the mood to appreciate it.

The most important thing now is to report this matter.

In the distance, a ball lightning exploded, completely destroying tens of kilometers of sea. The seawater evaporated, leaving a bottomless crater on the seabed.

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.

Looking at the meat broth in the huge ice platter, Jiang Shuzhou showed neither joy nor sorrow.

All greatness is forged through sacrifice, and besides, the victor is king and the loser is a bandit; there's nothing more to say.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself; try to think positively."

"After these people die, they can go to the god they believe in. Although they were slaves and nourishment in the past, they are happy to be there."

"You've actually helped them out."

Is that how you comfort people?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuzhou almost couldn't help but laugh; it was too hellish.

"I'm fine, I just suddenly felt the insignificance of life."

"That's why we must pursue the truth, isn't it?"

Jiang Shuzhou nodded in agreement, saying that people always have to do something, whether it's to dedicate themselves to their ideals or to make a living.

This is beyond reproach.

Suddenly, Alger seemed to have received something, and his expression turned somewhat grim.

"This matter is over, and your territory will be yours in a month at most."

"Let's pick a time to leave then. Things have changed unexpectedly. Go to the Alliance's home territory; you'll be safer there."

After saying that, Alger hurriedly left without even dispelling the projection spell.

The ice platter and the lake of meat in the picture are still clear.

After gazing at him for a long time, Jiang Shuzhou let out a long sigh and then left.

Alger definitely knows something, but it shouldn't be that dangerous, which is why he told us to wait until the fiefdom is confirmed before leaving.

What could have caused these well-versed alchemists to lose their composure like this?

Jiang Shuzhou already had a vague answer in his heart.

The Goddess of the Magic Net, it seems she's about to start a revival tournament.

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.

Jiang Shuzhou held a bottle of colorful medicine in his hand.

Countless colors float and swirl within the tiny bottle, creating a scene as magnificent as a miniature nebula.

This is the elemental affinity potion. The reason Jiang Shuzhou didn't drink it immediately is mainly because this potion not only increases elemental affinity, but also enhances soul and spiritual power.

Previously, he had just advanced to the next level and was far from reaching the bottleneck. Now, through meditation, Jiang Shuzhou felt that he was on the verge of breaking through.

Now that the situation has changed, enhancing our strength is of paramount importance. There's no time to worry about the stability of our foundation; we must break through first.

We'll settle down once we reach our territory.

Grabbing him, Jiang Shuzhou drank the elemental affinity potion directly.

The medicine went down my throat; it had no taste, yet it felt as if I had swallowed the entire starry sky.

It was a strange feeling, as if he had broken through a barrier, but it didn't seem to be the bottleneck between the second and third order.

That's something more fundamental.

Outside, a massive amount of elemental energy surged towards Jiang Shuzhou's location like a madman, forming an elemental storm visible to the naked eye.

A strange sound came from within my soul; something had broken free of its shell.

When Jiang Shuzhou opened his eyes, he found a staff in his hand.

The staff is as deep as obsidian, yet it is covered with star-like specks of light, and the head of the staff is a sharp crystal that is constantly changing.

"Sharp Blade Staff"

Rank: Third Rank

"Traits: Change, Spell Enhancement, Evolution, Soul Binding, Elemental Gathering, Never Wears Out"

"Description: An excellent soul weapon, which was conceived and enhanced ahead of schedule due to a fortuitous encounter."

With a thought, the staff in his hand instantly disintegrated and reformed, transforming into a long, sharp Miao sword.

With another movement, the black blade transformed into a heavy halberd.

The weapons move at will, changing in countless ways.

"As expected of high-end private customization, the products are indeed of high quality."

After playing with the weapon for a while, Jiang Shuzhou put it back into his soul; he wouldn't need it for the time being.

This soul weapon was born when he took the elemental affinity potion. It inherited his extremely high elemental affinity and also possessed the divine skill "Elemental Gathering" to aid in cultivation.

It has to be said that the elemental affinity is high, and it feels really good. You even walk with a breeze. This is not Jiang Shuzhou talking nonsense. The wind element really does help him walk.

I have to say, it feels really good to be a genius.