A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 637 Strategic Withdrawal

"Damn it, isn't this supposed to be the least polluted area? How come it's still so dangerous?"

Standing amidst the shattered ruins, Skatsila felt uneasy.

He was teleported here not long ago.

The surrounding area was filled with brand-new houses, which appeared to be maintained by someone.

However, when Skatsla went inside, he was shocked to find that the house was completely empty, as if someone had dug everything out of the house.

The phrase "bare walls" perfectly describes the situation here.

Is it a natural disaster, or something else? Could this be a trap?

Skaczyra's mind raced as he tried to process the current situation.

Then, his super brain told him it was time to use his superpowers.

As the god of fate, Skácsra naturally doesn't need to reason or think; he only needs to cast spells and see the future.

However, just as he was about to cast the spell, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, as if he would definitely regret it if he did so.

"What's going on?"

Now, Skacella had to start thinking about what was going on.

However, Skatsla soon realized his current predicament.

The reason why the laws of fate cannot be used is simple: this is Jiang Shuzhou's world, and the laws here are somewhat different from those of the Star Realm.

Although theoretically the laws can still be used, in reality, once they are used, Jiang Shuzhou will immediately receive the news.

By then, it might be too late.

"Wait a minute, what's this?"

Skacella suddenly sensed a violent spatial fluctuation.

Not far away, something seemed to be rapidly approaching them.

At first, Skatsla still didn't quite understand what it was.

But he soon understood.

Soon, the surrounding space began to shatter, and then, with a crack, the space broke apart like glass.

The countless buildings and objects around were now reduced to dust.

In an instant, relying on instinct, Skatsla acted and stabilized a small area of ​​the surrounding space.

Skacisla then turned pale.

Just now, he almost died.

In other words, Skatsla is a god and has a mastery of the laws; otherwise, with that move just now, Skatsla would have been gone.

Of course, for various reasons, Skatsla did not reveal excessive power; at most, he only had a high level of proficiency in the laws, which is perfectly reasonable.

Fortunately, Skatsla reacted quickly; otherwise, he would have been pulverized in a single blow.

Now, Skacella finally understands why there's no one outside.

Nobody's stupid; naturally, no one would stay in a place like this and wait to die.

Since that's the case, then naturally they'll run away.

That's why it's like this here.

"Have you mastered some method for predicting disasters?"

Skatsla's eyes were deep, as if he were deep in thought.

But perhaps Skatsla didn't consider that, or perhaps it wasn't because of these things at all?

It's important to understand that this is Jiang Shuzhou's dimension, so naturally, it contains not only chaos and order, but also dreams.

"It's time to go. We need to get to the city as soon as possible. Otherwise, if we're completely clueless about this world, we'll run into trouble sooner or later."

Nan Nan muttered to herself, and Skatsla left without looking back.

After he left, a bustling settlement appeared and disappeared in the misty haze.

"Mom, this uncle is so strange. Why does he ignore all of us?"

A child asked.

"He did not receive the blessing of the great Dream God, so naturally he cannot see us."

One woman said this.

"Alright, let's go. I don't know what's wrong with these visitors. They don't seem to be able to find a single path. If this continues, without the protection of a great being, their bodies and souls will be completely corrupted and eroded sooner or later. We shouldn't get involved with them."

An old man walked over and said this.

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"What a lousy place!"

A figure wielding a dagger emerged from the darkness, cursing under his breath.

This person is Cyric, or rather, Cyric incarnate.

Xirek came here for two reasons. First, he wanted to sabotage Jiang Shuzhou's competition and embarrass him.

And even now, Shirek still can't forget the humiliation Jiang Shuzhou inflicted on him.

Therefore, he planned to assassinate Jiang Shuzhou here.

Yes, it was about assassinating Jiang Shuzhou.

The reason is simple: given Jiang Shuzhou's personality, it's impossible for him not to participate in this kind of competition himself, and this is exactly the moment that Xirek has been waiting for.

When the time comes, as long as the murder dagger he mentioned is plunged into Jiang Shuzhou's body, relying on the power of this divine weapon, Jiang Shuzhou will be severely injured, if not killed.

However, the idea was nice, but the reality was cruel.

Unlike the traditional ring matches imagined by Xirek, Jiang Shuzhou's matches are more grand and interesting.

The world becomes the arena, where contestants scheme and plot against each other, ultimately vying for victory.

The competition was indeed more interesting than the ring, but it was also more complicated.

Now, the probability of Cyric assassinating Jiang Shuzhou has become quite low.

After all, to meet in a vast sea of ​​people, you need to make eye contact to confirm each other's identity, and you also need to launch a surprise attack.

The probability of that happening is indeed quite slim.

Now, all Xirek can do is hope that Jiang Shuzhou will make his move when he attends the awards ceremony.

However, he needs to win a prize; otherwise, he might not even have the chance to meet Jiang Shuzhou.

Of course, Cyric had another purpose: to create a commotion in order to cover up his other plans.

After all, you can't put all your eggs in one basket. Cyril didn't expect the assassination to be successful, and if it failed, he had to be prepared.

However, it seemed as if the world didn't want him to have an easy time. As soon as he arrived, Cyric was warmly welcomed by the natives.

Countless grotesque and twisted creatures of flesh roared and charged toward Cyric.

At the same time, the surrounding weather changed drastically, and in an instant, a violent thunderstorm swept through the area where Cyric was located.

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness, where countless terrifying and twisted monsters lurked and moved.

Fortunately, Cyril is an assassin after all, and darkness isn't always a bad thing.

"Pfft."

Warm blood flowed out, and with a gentle push of the dagger in his hand, a fleshy creature was sliced ​​in two.

Immediately afterward, Cyric vanished and ran away.

After all, he's not stupid; as the saying goes, a wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

There were thousands of flesh and blood creatures ahead, and even though Cyric's avatar was only a Legendary, several of these creatures were also Legendary. He couldn't possibly handle so many Legendaries.

Therefore, a strategic retreat is the optimal outcome.