A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 616 Battle

Jiang Shuzhou was completely unaware of the war he had started; he was currently dealing with the transformed Elf World Tree.

Countless fleshy creatures fought each other, the scene was incredibly bloody, and there were severed limbs everywhere.

Jiang Shuzhou was dealing with several legendary elves who were besieging him. These elves seemed to have their consciousness distorted, and they were acting strangely.

"Look, how perfect! This is the end of everything!"

One of the elves murmured as it launched an attack on Jiang Shuzhou without hesitation.

"Is this what you call perfect? ​​Why don't you look at yourself?"

Looking at the elf's body covered in countless exposed flesh and blood, Jiang Shuzhou was speechless.

Can this really be called perfect?

It doesn't feel as good as my design.

"You don't understand!"

The elf roared, seemingly angry that Jiang Shuzhou dared to contradict him.

Jiang Shuzhou pursed his lips in response, losing interest in continuing the conversation.

Let the other person immerse themselves in their own world.

With a casual strike, he pierced through the man's body, and then silvery-white flames danced, instantly reducing the legend to ashes.

However, a legendary death did not end it all. On the contrary, Jiang Shuzhou's actions provoked a fierce counterattack from the Elf World Tree.

Dozens of legendary elves were created and then deployed to the battlefield, attacking Jiang Shuzhou.

As if it were worthless, countless legends flocked to Jiang Shuzhou.

For the first time, Jiang Shuzhou felt the pressure.

There's no way around it, this is just too terrifying. Even Jiang Shuzhou couldn't possibly defeat so many legendary figures.

It was tens just now, but now it's hundreds. It's absolutely terrifying.

At the same time, Jiang Shuzhou's heart burned even hotter.

Indeed, the ability to create souls is the foundation for mass-producing legends.

Although Jiang Shuzhou was also able to mass-produce legendary items on a small scale, he relied entirely on hand-crafting and extracting the remaining souls from the legendary items to create false souls in order to control the power of legendary items.

Legends created in this way are inherently much weaker than other normal legends, yet require more materials to create.

If it weren't for the fact that loyalty is maxed out and doesn't take time, Jiang Shuzhou would have preferred to cultivate it himself.

After all, the cost of creating one is higher than the cost of training one. It's only because Jiang Shuzhou is so wealthy that he can't afford to create them.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Looking at the Elf World Tree, which was protected by layers of protection, Jiang Shuzhou frowned.

It must be said that the Elf race has taken excellent care of the Elf World Tree. Even now, Jiang Shuzhou can still feel the rich divine energy emanating from the Elf World Tree.

Jiang Shuzhou originally planned to exhaust the opponent and see if he could wait until the opponent ran out of energy and could no longer create legendary creatures before figuring out a solution.

However, it is now clear that this is impossible.

With the abundant divine power emanating from the Elf World Tree, it would probably be more than enough to exhaust Jiang Shuzhou to death.

Jiang Shuzhou merely frowned at this, showing no sign of worry.

As long as Jiang Shuzhou wanted to leave, the path was right under his feet. The World Tree of Elves in front of him was indeed powerful, but its biggest drawback was that it had no self-awareness.

Wouldn't a fool without a sense of self be someone that Jiang Shuzhou could easily manipulate?

Just like NPCs in a game, no matter how strong they are, if they don't know how to adapt, they can only be manipulated by the players.

Moreover, Jiang Shuzhou's team wasn't the only one to arrive here.

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"This is the aura of the abyss."

Looking at the desolate surroundings and the endless ruins, Tyr's expression turned grim.

"What on earth are these elves up to? How did they get involved with the Abyss?"

Bahamut looked serious and his eyes were solemn.

Even for someone with immense divine power like him, the abyss was no good thing.

The Abyss Will can be said to be the closest to the legendary "Great Divine Power," which is the realm of the Creator. Theoretically, reaching this realm would allow one to create gods.

Even with his immense divine power, he was no match for the will of the abyss.

Fortunately, the will of the abyss was in a daze and basically did nothing, rarely taking action.

"What's your opinion? Should we...?"

Bahamut glanced at Tyr, who was standing silently to the side, and then asked.

Bahamut's meaning is quite clear: he plans to run away.

After all, he came in his true form, not an avatar. If he suddenly lost contact with the elves, he would sense that something bad had happened, which is why he came to check on them.

Now it seems that's indeed the case. I don't know what the elves are up to, they've even provoked the will of the abyss. It looks like the elves are probably doomed.

"this……"

Tyr was also somewhat surprised and uncertain. Although he had come in an avatar, even an avatar required the consumption of divine power reserves, and it wasn't free. Moreover, given the current situation, it would be good if the elves had a few survivors, let alone any subsequent cooperation.

Logically speaking, he should have done the same as Bahamut and turned to leave.

But his intuition told him that if he left, he would definitely regret it.

As a powerful god, Tyr would naturally not ignore such intuition. After all, for a god of his caliber, intuition itself is a form of foresight.

However, He was still somewhat conflicted. After all, sometimes, not doing something leads to even greater regret, especially if you do go and something bad happens...

"My gut feeling tells me that this time might be different; it seems something is about to happen, and I have to be there."

After much deliberation, Tyr finally made up his mind to investigate thoroughly.

At worst, we'll just lose one avatar. The Tyr family is large and powerful; they can afford this loss.

Surely nothing will happen if I don't go there?

With this in mind, Tyr decided to go and find out for himself.

"How about this, take me with you too."

Bahamut pondered for a moment, then decided to follow Tyr and explore the area.

Of course, he used an avatar to explore, while his true form had long been hidden in the Dragon Clan's plane, far away from the main plane.

"it is good."

Tyr nodded as he watched Bahamut switch from his true form to his avatar in an instant.

Now the exploration team has two powerful incarnations of divine power. While this configuration isn't enough to defy the will of the abyss, it's enough that at least dozens of legendary figures wouldn't be able to stop them.

If you want to stop them, you'd need at least a hundred legends. Tyr doesn't believe that the Elven race, a declining power, could produce that many legends.

With this in mind, Tyr and Bahamut embarked on their exploration.