I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"Wrong? Why do I feel like you're well prepared?"

Gareth sneered, "You have already chosen the people. You can fly out now and use the divine forbidden spell to destroy the countries now!"

This man's behavior is puzzling. He has collected many humans and imprisoned them in mysterious jars, intending to choose a human, but he hasn't taken action immediately.

Are you worried about something?

Hermos's gaze seemed to travel through history as he sighed, "Unless I completely destroy this world, humans are simply too tenacious."

"Just like us back then, even though an entire era had passed, humans still tenaciously survived."

"So you're thinking of a foolproof plan?" Gareth said.

When Fate heard this, he felt the terror of this man, and Gareth realized that perhaps this man did not dare to take the responsibility of destroying the world.

Although he claimed to destroy the world, he only made small moves behind the scenes. Perhaps he is still hesitating.

Cares was thinking about how to stop all this. As a leading figure in the magic world, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

However, the man continued:

"Yes. I'm thinking of a method that will prevent humans from escaping even if they hide in the mountains."

"Now is the time, too."

Hemer took out a bottle of green potion from his arms.

"This is a virus. This virus can detonate the magical elements in the human body, causing mental conflict and turning people into monsters."

Hemero's fingers gently stroked the surface of the potion bottle, feeling the malice that was about to be released.

This potion is the result of his many years of research, a virus that can cause the magical elements in the human body to go out of control.

This virus, unlike any known disease, can act directly on the magical core of humans, causing a spiritual disaster.

The infected will experience intense mental conflicts, eventually losing their sanity and turning into a monster that only knows how to destroy.

"Even if they flee to the mountains, they can find them by following the scent of human spirits. Do you know the Slaves of Death?"

"I once captured a Death Slave. I know where they come from."

Hemero spoke as if he was telling an ordinary story, revealing the secret that has been passed down through the ages.

"You might not believe this. The Hengduan Mountains bury the very man who fought against the Primordial God. The resentment emanating from his corpse easily destroyed one of the six divine realms."

"Furthermore, that resentment even transformed the gods of the Illusion Mist Divine Realm into corpse monsters...Haha, the Son of the Eternal Sun, such a proud man, was instantly nailed to death on the Holy Cliff."

Hemero spoke with emotion about the events of the past.

In that resentment he found inspiration.

So he created this bottle of spiritual poison, drawing on the resentment of those who had been oppressed, humiliated, hated, excluded, and framed for many generations.

More fanatical than hysteria, more hysterical, neurotic, and psychotic.

Then, the road to destruction.

No one can resist this resentment that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

The magic power in your body is its best fuel.

In the past, the Demon King has summoned monsters such as evil spirits, zombies, and skeletons.

These monsters brought fear and nightmares to people of an era.

The devil failed because the destruction he brought was only a superficial appearance. Staying at the decay of the flesh certainly gave people a feeling close to "disgusting".

In the past, feeling nauseous was a state of the subject's spiritual existence and a resistance to external threats.

Disgusting substances can trigger terror in the subject, inducing convulsions and screaming, and even defecation.

In the terror caused by monsters, the devil creates filth.

And what Hemer created was resentment itself.

The anger of the powerless that was suppressed in the past, destroyed by the flesh.

This anger is hidden in the text of history and is potentially destructive.

Some people say that those who control history naturally have an epic power.

And Hemer witnessed history, or rather, this man is history itself.

An idealist who fell into madness engraved the hidden and suppressed pain in his soul, making him another living history book.

"This is fate's decision. Fate has given me great power."

"Do you see that? Great Forerunner, Primordial God! You created terror itself! Your power itself is a mistake!"

“Horror is a forgotten territory, but it is also a territory that is always remembered!”

"Today is the day for it to happen! Today, in a forgotten time, terror will burst forth, coalescing into a bolt of lightning, illuminating the world!"

The man declared, throwing the emerald green potion, causing Gareth to scream in fear.

"No, I have to pass this message on no matter what. Otherwise, the world will be destroyed!"

At the same time, in the far north, Claire stood on a snow-covered wasteland. Her gaze penetrated through the layers of wind and snow, gazing at the unreachable horizon.

The climate here is harsh and life seems extremely fragile, but Claire has found her own peace here.

After several days of hard training, she finally stabilized her realm.

Just as Claire was about to make a further push above the Heavenly Gate, seeking a breakthrough at a higher level, a sudden surge of magical power interrupted her meditation.

"Emergency news from Raziel?"

"Hmm? What kind of mirror image is this?"

It turned out that Raziel spoke to Claire through telepathy and conveyed a picture.

"Oh, this magic is very interesting. If we combine so-called magic technology with this magic, we might be able to make a mobile phone."

Claire sighed, then opened the image in her mind.

"? What the hell is this? Resident Evil?"

She was a little dazed, and pictures flashed through her mind:

In a distant village, the villagers fled in panic, while a group of hideous monsters were chasing them recklessly.

These humanoid monsters had wounds all over their bodies, and some even had bowl-sized penetrating wounds on their chests, yet they were still alive and kicking, chasing and biting people.

Not only do they brutally attack the living, they also transform the corpses of the dead into their own kind to expand their numbers.

Isn't this the zombies coming out of the cage?

But is it necessary to inform myself of this? Seeing how slowly they move, one fireball can kill a bunch of them, right?

Claire felt relaxed and treated it as if she was watching a movie. She sat cross-legged on the snowy mountain, casually took out a roast chicken from her storage bag, and began to eat.

However, the smell of the roast chicken soon lost its fragrance.

Because she saw something incredible.

In the magic mirror, a magician appeared. He used his magical power to first heal the wounds of the injured villagers, and then began to fight against the monsters.