With the rapid spread and outbreak of the curse, in less than a week, ninety percent of the inhabitants of the entire Archie city-state have shown all kinds of painful symptoms, and even some people with weak soul power have begun to die in large numbers.

Corpse!

The corpses, which smelled of the stench of decay, were now discarded everywhere in the streets like garbage.

The hot and humid climate is enough for the bacteria and microorganisms present in the body to multiply quickly after death, and it usually takes only a few hours for the body to begin to decompose.

Even more terrifying, the large number of festering corpses can lead to a plague that will make the already panicked city even more desperate.

Because there were no longer enough people to carry the corpses, most of the inhabitants were either cursed and ghostly, or they were infected with the plague and lay in bed waiting for death.

Only those powerful nobles and wealthy merchants discovered this strange situation early, and they took all their possessions and their families together to escape from this city of death as quickly as possible.

They didn't know that in fact, this senseless act of escaping, in addition to losing the scope and speed of the spread of the curse, could not have even the slightest effect, and it could not save their own lives.

Anyone who has been irradiated by the red light actually has a cursed shadow in their souls.

It's just that some people's souls are strong enough to have a slightly longer incubation period, while some people's souls are relatively fragile, so the incubation period is a little shorter.

Eventually, however, the curse will erupt, infecting everyone who comes into contact with it, whether it's an animal or a plant.

Standing on the balcony of the luxurious villa, the boy stared at the disaster he had directed with extremely indifferent eyes, and asked without looking back: "How is it?

"No, no. The city is very quiet, and no one is snooping on you all the time. A spellcaster who wrapped himself in a silver-gray robe replied cautiously.

If you pay attention to the slits on the sides of the robe, you will see that he is not a native of this world at all, but a typical Darrant male.

"So...... We haven't made a big enough fuss that those guys haven't realized the power of the Contagion Curse yet?"

As he said this, the boy pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled cruelly.

As with all sudden disasters, it is not that they are uncontrollable at the beginning, but that those in power do not realize the seriousness of the problem and always subconsciously ignore it, or even try to cover it up by blocking the news.

As for the deaths of civilians near the place of the incident, they don't care.

Unfortunately, this stupidity often results in the outcome they were hoping for, and instead makes what could have been a manageable catastrophe truly uncontrollable.

The Darrant man sneered and nodded, "Yes, Your Excellency the Supreme Commander. Those who betrayed had no idea of the power of the Contagion Curse, and naturally did not know what kind of effect it would have on the entire world when it spread completely. Of course, since the magic system of this world is relatively high-level, it is not excluded that they have a way to break the curse. But in any case, the death of a large number of people is a foregone conclusion. According to the latest information, the curse has successfully taken root in fifteen towns and will soon radiate half a continent like a net. By that time, it will be too late to do anything. ”

"Even better, we can also use the negative energy generated by curses and massive amounts of death to summon a massive army of undead cannon fodder and use them to fight a war of attrition, further weakening the war potential of the world's natives. When the time comes, those chess pieces will be used to spread some rumors, pretending to give a little benefit to those civilians who are hungry and clothed, and the enemy will lose their roots and soil for survival. The boy spoke with great interest about the ideal direction of the situation.

Civilians, in particular, who don't even know a word, were never seen as a threat.

In his eyes, civilians are not so much living intelligent beings as tools.

There is no independent mind!

There is not enough knowledge!

Not even more powerful!

As long as you can master the rules, it is easy to control them, even enslave them without paying any price, and they will turn around and say thank you.

"Ah, I see, you want to destroy their civilization, destroy their faith, destroy their heritage, and once they are cut off from the past, then the intelligent life of this world will immediately degenerate rapidly. It won't take a few generations for them to forget how glorious the magical civilization they had created before, the proud history and culture, the beautiful buildings and intricate tools they made, and finally return to the primitive tribal structure. In this way, we can easily control their minds and even become gods who control their lives and deaths. ”

The Darrant caster was clearly eager to study the subject, and his eyes lit up with excitement and anticipation.

"That's right, and most importantly, if it succeeds, then it's a classic example that can be replicated. When the time comes, every participant will have the opportunity to enter the Higher School of Magic, and they will still be able to become a glorious mentor, right?" the boy hinted meaningfully.

"You're right! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I can't believe that in this day and age, there are people like you who are interested in delving into the true meaning of death magic. The man hurriedly bent down and bowed deeply, with a hint of humility in his tone.

Higher School of Magic!

The place where the entire Darrant civilization imparted the knowledge of the magic of the supreme god was also the cradle of the cultivation of the top ruling class.

Almost every old guy with decision-making power has come out of this school.

With the interpersonal relationships they have learned and accumulated in school, they can easily pull together a large number of supporters and cheer for themselves.

Therefore, any Darents who are a little ambitious will regard entering the Higher School of Magic as the most important stage of their lives, and are willing to give everything for it.

Feeling the beating heart in the other party's chest, the boy couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Okay, let's stop here if you compliment." Whether you can get this opportunity or not depends on your next performance. You know, the Contagion Curse isn't powerful enough, and I need to see a more destructive upgrade within a month. ”

"Rest assured, I swear I will come up with an upgrade plan that satisfies you......"