I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Those insects seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force. Black, white, yellow, and green slurry scattered in all directions, turning into a disgusting rain curtain in the air, falling one after another, splashing Brown all over.

Before he could turn back to confirm, he saw the swarms of insects coming from the forest exploding one after another. Their poor intelligence could not understand what was happening. In an instant, on the field where the golden wheat ears were swaying, the insects' The slurry watering turned the crops into a pure black color.

This wave of insect swarm's offensive actually stalled because of this.

Brown hurriedly turned around and saw Shia, who was wearing heavy armor and a cloak, raising her right hand. She snapped her fingers, and the insect further back was shattered into pieces as if crushed by a huge hand.

The storm quickly went away, and the sun penetrated the clouds and illuminated the earth. The remaining insects seemed to be afraid of Shia, and also seemed to be afraid of the sun, so they burrowed into the forest one after another, and there was no more movement.

It can't even be called a battle, just a one-sided crushing.

At this moment, the old eggplant, which had just crawled out of the mire, ran into those bugs head-on.

"Damn it, are you still guarding the corpse?"

He cursed, and since there was no weapon at hand, Old Eggplant could only prepare to fight the bugs with his bare hands.

But those bugs didn't even look at Old Eggplant and the others, and went straight into the deeper forest.

"ah?"

Old Eggplant was still vigilant, and finally found that the group of insects did not come back, so he quickly returned to the town.

At first, he thought the bugs would leave only after everyone in the town was killed.

But when he saw Brown and the townspeople intact, Old Eggplant was stunned.

Of course, the crops in his own fields were still ruined, which made Old Eggplant feel sad, and his hatred for those monsters increased even more.

Then he discovered that the crops in the field did not wither after being contaminated with the monster's juice, but instead grew better.

However, those plump wheat ears were like insect eggs, squirming slightly, disgusting and quite terrifying.

"These have been contaminated. To eliminate the pollution, powerful purification methods are needed."

Shia looked at the wheat and said.

"Oh my God, the magic you just performed must be at least a seventh-level magic. It can be used without any chanting or preparation rituals. Is this the form of the future mage?"

While Jost marveled at Shia's magic, he also looked at the polluted farmland with some concern. Although these fields were originally reclaimed from the Black Forest, it was a pity to be polluted again like this.

"This is one of the reasons why the Black Forest is spreading. The corpses of monsters will pollute the land, leading to corruption and chaos. Even if we can defeat those monsters, after the war, the land will still fall. Those rivers originating from the forest, The water source will soon become turbid, and the water flow also carries madness."

Those wheat ears that had absorbed the pollution grew when the wind blew, and quickly began to spread toward the surrounding areas. Even if the insect swarm had passed through and left, the mess left behind was still beyond the ability of mortals to clean up.

"...In my era, there were some special means to purify these pollutions, which were also an important means to resist the invasion of demonic waves."

Shia was silent for a moment and replied.

"That is a method called the Spirit Torch. It creates pure flames by burning the mage's soul. Under the light of the torch, monsters have no way to hide. As long as the fire does not go out, it will be difficult for the demonic tide to advance."

"Burning the mage's soul?"

When Jost heard this, he looked surprised at first, but soon, he seemed to understand something and nodded secretly.

"Who created this magic?"

"I don't know, the spirit torch has existed in the magic network since I became aware of it. Every mage who has signed an agreement with the magic network will obtain the relevant knowledge of the spirit torch. Therefore, in critical moments, everyone A mage can ignite himself and drive away monsters.”

Shia shook her head.

Magic is the reprocessing of knowledge by mages. Shia doesn't know what the person who can create this magic has experienced and how he made this decision.

Perhaps, only in the most desperate situation can someone burst out with such a spark of thinking.

This was also in Shia's era. Mages did not have the aloof posture like the current royal family and nobles. Instead, they truly came from the people and went to the people. They walked on the desolate land and were on guard against those who came from them. A threat in the dark forest, and ready to die at any time.

The mage is not a noble and unblasphemous profession, it is just a candle that the civilization of this world has to light in order to survive.

"Can you teach me this magic?"

Jost said seriously.

"this......"

Shia hesitated.

Because it was difficult for her to say whether it was because she told Jost the knowledge about the spirit torch that the spirit torch appeared in the contract of the magic network. If that was the case, it would be another closed loop of fate.

But she soon felt relieved.

The Spirit Torch has been one of the keys to the Kingdom of Darkness's fight against the demonic tide for thousands of years. Even if Jost did not develop such a spell, other mages must have researched it. Being able to stand here represents the emergence of the Spirit Torch. It is inevitable.

The person who researched this magic is not only the greatest hero of the Kingdom of Darkness, but also the greatest sinner of the Kingdom of Darkness.

He saved the world and made countless mages dedicate themselves to it.

In this case, it is better to tell Jost directly, and maybe it can be improved so that the mage no longer becomes the consumable that lights the spiritual torch.

Shia made a decision, raised her left hand, and a pale flame ignited on the gauntlet.

The light of the fire illuminated the corroded farmland, causing the polluted crops to wither. The ground seemed to have been plowed over by something, giving it a messy appearance.

The flame went out, and Shia turned her head to look at Jost.

"I just burned my soul a little to create the flame of the spiritual torch, but if it burns for too long, the flame will completely devour the soul and can no longer be controlled or extinguished. In fact, the spirit torch can be controlled There are only a few flame mages.”

A quill and a roll of parchment appeared next to her right hand, and she quickly wrote down the details of the spell related to the spirit torch. This spell was not temporarily given through the magic network, but was instilled in the mage from the beginning of the contract. In the soul, so Shia wrote it easily.

This magic is actually very simple. It only requires one ignition, and the rest is to let it spread.

Jost got the parchment, and his expression became more solemn as he read.

At this time, Lu Tiao, who was protecting the baron just now, came over. He looked at Sia and then at the parchment in Jost's hand.

"The flame of the spiritual torch is very similar to something I know that can purify pollution."

Lu Tan said.

"That thing is called pure fire."