There is no magic god in this world, maybe there has been one, but with the appearance of the witch kings, the casters in the whole world only know the witch king, and no belief in the magic god has been passed down.

But now, as the casters of the New World are tempted by Tsengchi, a brand new wizard god is gradually growing.

The Witch King Li Dan is starting to investigate the incident of the God of Magic, but the entire New World has gradually become a state of separation of upper and lower classes.

Abraham Lincoln has dealt with more chaos erosion incidents in the past three days than he has led the Rebel Army for three years in the past. The entire New World spellcaster system is based on the absolute authority of the Witch King.

Now that the system has fallen, Abraham feels that the witch kings are too arrogant and they are even too lazy to hide their goals.

Countless spellcasters are secretly making plans. Who knows how many mages have collected books and materials involving psychic energy and chaos in the past few hundred years? Saving anything with words and patterns is almost the instinct of the spellcaster.

"The residents of a small town near the sea grew gills overnight, and the children were mutated particularly severely, and even had webbeds between their fingers." Celistein picked up a report next to Abraham: "This seems to be our life."

"Will the nuns take over?" Abraham continued to read other documents without raising his head: "My people cannot enter your territory. You also know what they will do if they have this opportunity. The mages nearby are the biggest suspects in this matter. The Templars dare not interfere with the affairs of the master, and the slave soldiers are also in the hands of the mages there."

"Someone is starting to be unable to bear it again and start experimenting with the evil god's tricks?" The witch king Li Dan appeared at Aisinger with a flash of light, accompanied by a vicious aura. He had just cleared up a small group that worshiped the god of wizards.

The Witch Kings did not expect the collapse of the New World to be so fast that the casters were almost unwilling to delay for a second. After hearing that the Witch Kings were ready to leave, they immediately began their own small calculations.

The order of the New World is collapsing, and the Old World is also unable to live a stable life.

However, this time was different from the previous Battle of Macino's defense. This time the disaster did not invade the Europa Empire first. A deadly plague called the Hundred Flowers Plague broke out in Paris as the center.

At first, the patrol soldiers of the Lower Gaul Empire discovered a group of refugees running out of Paris. These refugees cried wildly: "The tree atees people!"

The guards turned a deaf ear to the words of these lunatics. They received the order of death. Anyone who ran out of Paris, whether living or monsters, was executed. They were either potential worshippers of chaos or mobs who had participated in the revolution before.

The guards meticulously carried out their orders and hung the mobs on the trees, but when they came back patrolling again, they found that all the corpses hanging from the trees were melting into the trees themselves, and the trees were rushing towards them with the evil spirits of their wronged souls.

The plague of flowers and purgies, new things.

Torchwood and Harpists finally figured out what they were facing before they finished playing the entire Gallic. In the words of the biochemical experts in Torchwood, this plague combines the genetic characteristics of animals and plants at the same time, and only green skins in nature can compare with them.

This plague was first called the Hundred Flowers Plague by the Gauls because it was spring. When hundreds of infected people were besieging the castle together, looking down from the city walls, it was like looking down at the garden, hundreds of different flowers bloomed on the dead.

When the plague first began to spread, the romantic Gaul knights and noble ladies, some even took the initiative to get infected with this plague and planted their favorite flowers.

Katherine didn't know how to describe such behavior, she could only say that they were either crazy or had believed Nurg long ago.

Anyway, the Baihua Plague has basically completely destroyed Gaul. Countless infected people, countless refugees, nobles and knights have suffered heavy losses, but no one dares to lend a helping hand.

A few days ago, several unmanned ships drifted to the coastline of the Principal of Sarion. The passengers on the ship had become one with the ship itself. The ships that descended from Gaul were different from those of Europa, and were mainly made of wood.

When the plague of flowers spread, people merged with wood fibers. The scenes on the ships were terrible. Several Sarrion soldiers who were brave enough to go in for inspection were already half crazy when they came out.

If it weren't for the Knight who led the team to support him later, or the secret son of a harpist, who isolated the previous team of soldiers on the spot and mobilized musketeers and cannons from the castle to force them to leave the camp, Sarrion would probably have witnessed the scene of flowers blooming.

The plague of flowers is beyond cure, only flames can relieve those infected.

Under the pressure of several large consortiums, His Majesty Reinhardt forcibly dragged over the turtle oil sales bill, requiring factories in the Europa Empire to start construction at full capacity and supply turtle oil to other indigenous countries at an unlimited amount of price of only 10% higher than the cost.

Along the border of Lower Gaul, the indigenous people cut down large numbers of trees, chopped with axes, burned with flames, and thick smoke rolled, covering the sky and the sun.

Anyone who has seen the tragic plague in Baihua understands that they would rather be burned to death and choked to death than become vegetatives.

This is Nurg's power. When it doesn't want to confront it head-on, even a legendary powerful man has no way to start in the face of a plague that has been widely affected.

The Principal of Sarion has always been a traditional power in the old continent. Although the royal family of Sarion has never had any ambitions and succumbed to the majesty of the Lion Castle, because of the existence of the Lion Knights and the proximity of the ancient Roman Empire, the knights of the Principal of Sarion were brave and good at fighting, with superb metallurgical skills, and even ordinary soldiers could be equipped with iron armor.

But they cannot stop the spread of the Baihua Plague.

From the very beginning, the target of the Baihua Plague was the Principality of Sarion, or the ancient Roman Empire, or to be more specific, Nurgo's target was the "Tower of Heaven".

The border between the Lower Gaul and the Principal of Sarion has been cleared except for a few kilometers wide barren area. The border guards cut down all the plants here. In case of prevention, they also dumped orange potions made by the Europa in the soil. It is said that such land will not grow in the next few hundred years.

But when infected people from the Baihua Plague appeared, the border guards knew that everything they did was insignificant.
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