[Pious farmer: God! May you grant us health and keep us away from the plague...]

[The farmer who heals the sick: The pastor said that diseases are hidden in our blood. As long as the blood is released, the disease can be cured.]

[Running Child: Who can save my mother? She needs clean water...]

…

He saw an old man suffering from the Black Mist disease stumbling to seek help from the knight, but was set on fire by the disgusted knight and died in the flames.

He saw that the church's bloodletting treatment caused many people's wounds to become infected, the river was flowing with dark blood, and corpses were floating with no one to collect them.

He saw a child on the street who had fallen ill and was stabbed to death on the ground by a spear. The thickness of his body was not even as thick as that of a wild rabbit.

He saw soldiers putting apples on civilians' heads while practicing archery, not caring at all about their lives.

The hanging skeleton was exposed to the sun and almost hit him in the face.

People of this era had no idea of ​​the source of the plague, and their hearts were extremely fragile. They could only find peace of mind by slaughtering "witches", and anyone could be identified as a witch.

The doors of each house were covered with blood-red vertical lines, which meant that there was a patient in the house and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Su Mingan stood at the door and could vaguely hear coughing and the weak voice of an old man coming from inside. Apart from that, the whole town was lifeless and full of the smell of decay. Many houses were left with only charred frames.

While hiding from the soldiers, an old lady took them in. She helped Blackberry change his clothes, and Su Ming'an conjured up some milk in exchange.

Even after seeing the miraculous magic, the old lady's expression was very calm: "So it's a magician... But don't let the soldiers outside see it. They will drink your milk and kill you."

"Of course." Su Mingan nodded.

There were some boxes in the old lady's house that could be opened, but Su Mingan didn't open them. He knew that this was an era that was happening, and he couldn't go through the boxes with a player's mentality. There was an exclamation mark above the old lady's head, which seemed to be a side quest. Su Mingan asked about it and found out that she wanted to send a letter to her son at the entrance of the village.

Su Mingan understood what type of game this was. It turned out to be an open world game.

After saying goodbye to the old lady and walking to a village, Su Mingan saw a group of soldiers who were killing some patients.

As Su Mingan pressed the skills of [Frost Magic] and [Bread Magic], the magician's fingers emitted sparkling starlight. Under Blackberry's astonished gaze, frost climbed up the soldiers' legs and feet, and pieces of bread appeared in front of them.

"...Take the food and leave." Su Mingan said lightly.

He can conjure food, but it will consume magic power. He is the supreme magician, with unfathomable magic power, which can feed thousands of people and make darkness retreat outside the barrier of the world, but what is the use?

Magic can't save people's hearts.

"Is...is it a witch?" The patients didn't dare to pick up the bread.

"Only a witch can create so much food in an instant. A magician can't do it..."

"Witch! Witch! It was the witch who cursed us and made us sick... The food she gave us might also be a curse!"

Su Mingan turned around. He just wanted to see people's attitude. Now it seemed that it was really difficult to turn back.

He heard a sharp voice:

"Kill - kill the witch! Kill the witch and we won't get sick!"

A middle-aged man picked up the soldier's sword and stabbed Su Mingan. It was Su Mingan who stopped the soldiers from killing, but now they picked up the soldiers' killing tools to kill Su Mingan.

At this moment,

The middle-aged man's black fog disease suddenly worsened and spread throughout his body, and he instantly turned into a pool of black water.

Su Mingan looked back in astonishment and saw the cross on Blackberry's neck, emitting a black light.

"I'll help you kill him." Blackberry's eyes were clean and bright.

"How did you do that?"

"I just thought in my heart that he deserved to die. Then, his illness suddenly worsened." Blackberry's eyes were calm: "I don't know why."

——328, the Witch Era.

Amid the people's horrified gazes and Blackberry's calm gaze, the nightingale on the Supreme Magician's shoulder chirped long, hoarse and sharp.

Like the cry of a crow.

…

"January 1, 830, afternoon."

"I will report today's list of casualties..."

"Clarissa, Oma, Louis, Brandon, Eugene, Ronald..."

"They will be blessed by the old gods and will be forever in human history. The angels of order will read their achievements on the papyrus, and the angels of judgment will praise their good names. May they have a good journey and rest in peace..."

Su Mingan sat by the window, staring at the battlefield. The radio was broadcasting the list of victims, a list so long that it would take more than a day to finish reading it. So the announcer only read out the names of those who had made contributions.

The light rail was running fast under the setting sun, and the glass windows reflected the golden red color. Su Mingan saw the white pigeons on the clock tower in the distance, and they almost blended in with the chaotic clouds.

"I hate fighting." A slender figure stood at the door.

"Yeah, I hate it too." Su Mingan closed the window: "In the ruins world, I have always hated war, but it has always been war. It's better now, at least I can solve the problem by playing games."

The sun shines, the shadows of the trees sway, and colorful light falls on their shoulders.

The person at the door walked in, her jet-black hair tied into a short ponytail, it was Yueyue. Su Mingan asked Fei Niao to tell Yueyue about the resurrection, so Yueyue rushed back.

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