The game has become a real alternate world

At this moment, he finally noticed a wound on his calf that he didn't know when he got.

He seemed to realize something, but his whole body had already collapsed powerlessly.

The Blood Mage walked over to look at him, licking his lips.

"Crunch, crunch..."

A Blood Race Soldier riding a giant bat descended from the sky.

The Blood Mage sat on the ground, turning his head to look at him.

On his pale face, a lot of fresh blood stained the direction of his lips, with some bits of flesh clinging there.

He seemed to have a thin, long object in his mouth, chewing it.

In front of him lay a corpse, its chest and abdomen completely hollowed out, the blood within seemingly vanished.

He wiped his mouth and swallowed the food in his mouth.

"How's it going?"

"One got away."

"Hmm? You let one of the enemies escape? Fool." The mage cursed, but did not seem very angry.

He stood up and ripped something apart.

He threw the item in his hand to the other party and mounted the giant bat to fly upwards. During the ascent, the bat's claws grasped a wrecked body.

The soldier held the item in his hands, his eyes glowing red, and saliva dripping from his mouth.

He began devouring it ravenously, his mouth full of blood.

...

At Gray Rock Fortress.

Below the fortress, facing the direction of the Safro Kingdom's border.

The Bishop was leading a group of Holy Knights and Priests, inscribing something in that direction.

As they passed by, simple patterns, resembling designs, appeared on the ground.

These patterns linked into a line, dividing the land in front of the fortress into two.

After completing all this, the Bishop looked forward, squatted to examine the land, and sighed silently.

"What kind of power can carry out such erosion?"

He said as he stretched out his hand to grab a handful of earth and squeezed it; its texture had not changed much compared to before.

If anything, perhaps it had become a bit more crumbly.

But as he scattered the earth, there seemed to remain in his hand a liquid resembling blood, though this was not actual blood.

However, the earth emitted a faint bloody smell, unmistakably apparent.

According to multiple reports from the scouts, the territory within Safro should already largely have become such a blood-red cursed land.

The Bishop, along with some of his Priests and some Mages under the Prince, had conducted research.

The research revealed that this appeared to be a peculiar form of magic power.

This power caused the land to be eroded, emitting a bloody smell-like appearance of the land.

This transformation would make the land unsuitable for growing certain crops it once supported.

Staying on this land for a prolonged time would also cause changes to ordinary humans or creatures.

Through some of their research, such changes generally manifested as a craving for meat, gradually preferring raw meat.

Add a little blood, and it was all the better.

However, this erosion was easy to block; one only needed to construct a barrier with other magical forces, easily stopping it.

But the eroded areas were difficult to recover.

"This erosion should be accompanied by the erosion of the magic veins. I reviewed the Safro Kingdom's records.

Their magic poverty and isolation have reasons; clearly, they had long mastered the vein within their territory.

And they must possess profound knowledge and secret research in this regard, knowing how to perform certain rituals through the veins.

It's a pity; this place was too remote and barren in the past to attract attention.

Only in such places could conspiracies and machinations remain undiscovered."

Standing next to the Bishop was a mage advisor under the Prince.

"How's your research going?" the Bishop asked.

Upon hearing this, the mage turned his head to look at the Bishop and could not help but ask sarcastically: "Oh? Aren't you the ones who hate these the most?"

"Now is different from the past. This race... is too evil, too dark."

"Hmph, but you're not wrong." The mage nodded, his expression slightly solemn.

"I've dissected those giant bats and those skinless ghoul corpses.

They are obviously alchemical stitch creations with distinct ancient alchemical styles.

Interestingly, they are well-integrated; I have a bit of admiration for their talent."

He sighed again and said, "But what I want are those real, Blood Race corpses. I really want to see what differences this newborn race possesses."

However, they had not yet acquired such bodies, as both sides had not formally gone to full-scale war, and they encountered only reconnaissance teams of the Blood Race.

Only ghouls and giant bats.

The enemy clearly knew the perfection of these two alchemical creatures, with endless manufacturing sources.

And sufficiently cheap and efficient.

"The Stone of Creation, oh, how I wish I could personally obtain a shard." The mage couldn't help but murmur, his voice filled with undisguised envy.

Which mage wouldn't wish to possess a shard? It would provide enormous benefits in various aspects, whether for use or research.

A Holy Knight standing next to the Bishop glanced at him, unable to resist saying, "Perhaps there's already a shard hidden within your body, and you just don't know it."

Hearing this, the mage looked at the Holy Knight as if he were an idiot, but still said, "Though your words are stupid, I'll take your good wishes."