Virus evolution begins with Pokémon

Shocking cries of killing resounded throughout the Ice Ridge Mountains. This mountain range, which has been white for thousands of years, was soaked in bright red. From a distance, the white tops of the Black Mountains were stained with vermilion, which was strangely beautiful.

Androst's body is surrounded by a sacred halo of golden light, and a sword slashes out a thousand-meter-long golden flame.

The golden flame pierced the endless wave of magic, and the flames rolled like a storm, but this storm trapped Andros within it.

This is the power of the Elf God Misuo, who has integrated the power of the rules of the nine Elf Gods into herself. She has become the strongest god in the history of the Elf race.

If it weren't for the fact that the soul fragments hadn't been recovered yet, Androst would have been killed with one strike.

After all, Andros is only the prophet of the Creator, not the Creator.

But even so, Miso was able to use magical power to trap Andraste, making her unable to support the human army.

On the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of coalition troops from both sides were fighting madly. The humans, dwarves and elves who had fought side by side in the past were now facing each other with swords, without holding back at all.

There are several circles on the battlefield that are independent of ordinary soldiers, where the top warriors fight decisively.

Aidan versus Lavellan.

One is the former protagonist, who has half-entered the shadow world and is invincible with force.

One is the current protagonist, who is blessed with an artifact and uses magic to tear apart space.

Where the two were fighting, no other soldiers within a hundred meters could approach, otherwise they would be torn apart by shadow blasts and rift magic in an instant.

The founder's opponent is a giant dragon hundreds of meters long.

However, this dragon is not a real dragon, but transformed from the witch Morrigan.

The black-haired and golden-eyed Morrigan is the magical advisor to Queen Celine of the Orai Empire. She is the daughter of Flemars, the eldest daughter of the millennium, and one of the top wizards in the world. She married Aidan and Alistair more than ten years ago.

Together we ended the fifth drought.

She once performed a dark magic ritual with Alistair, became pregnant with Alistair's son, and absorbed the soul of the fallen beauty god Uthmer into her body.

After the collapse of the Ole Empire, at the invitation of King Alistair, she took her son with the soul of the ancient god to join the Tribunal.

Over the years, she has been studying Freimas, Miso's magic book, and now has the power to transform into a dragon.

Although the founder is a great mage, he is still at a disadvantage compared to Morrigan.

To the south of the battlefield, Cauriphias was fighting a human female magician with red hair and her whole body enveloped in bloody energy.

As the strongest Darkin under the Great Demon, and whose overall strength was by no means inferior to that of Aidan, Corifias was suppressed head-on by this mage for a moment, and was beaten to the point of retreat.

"Curephias, I beat you to pieces last time, but I didn't expect you to have the ability to possess me. I won't be careless this time." The red-haired human female mage said.

"Hmph, speaking of which, I would also like to thank you for releasing me from the seal. In return, I will skin you, cramp you, and humiliate you to death." Corifias laughed ferociously, with dark magic rising all over his body.

Streams of dark magical energy were generated out of thin air, spiraling out from his hands and filling the sky in an instant.

Boom~boom~

The sky seemed to be breathing violently. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of terrifying dark magical energies gathered in the sky like rivers returning to the sea, squeezing each other and turning into a pitch-black ball.

As soon as the ball appeared, everyone around it felt a sense of panic that the end was coming.

Especially the soldiers nearby, their entire bodies seemed to be pulled by an invisible storm, and they were unable to move away.

Kakakka~

Countless black lightning flashed around the ball, and then struck the ground like a whip.

Everyone struck by black lightning will be torn into pieces instantly.

And that pitch-black ball is erupting with terrifying gravity, constantly pulling people in the distance towards it.

"What a terrifying magic." The female magician resisted several black lightning bolts in succession.

Each bolt of lightning would cut away large swaths of the blood-red energy surrounding her body.

"Hawk, don't hold back anymore, kill him at all costs." Varric, the dwarf archer not far away, shouted loudly.

At any cost...?

The red-haired female magician hesitated for a second, and then her eyes became firm when she saw that every time the black lightning fell, a large number of people died.

Two balls of blood-colored light lit up in Hawke's eyes, and the ground a thousand meters away centered on her was shaking.

Dots of blood beads floated up from the ground, stopping in the air as if they were weightless.

Some of these blood beads are bright red, some are deep red, and some are mud-like black.

It is the blood of humans, elves, dwarves and darkspawn.

The next second, the blood rushed towards Hawke like crazy and condensed into a spear of blood.

This spear is ten meters long, suspended in the air, and looks strange and ghostly.

"Death." Hawke threw the ball in the air.

The blood spear turned into a red thread and stabbed at the black ball bursting with lightning.

The crackling black lightning struck the bloody spear, but it could not shake it at all.

The bloody spear moved forward, click~

A crisp tearing sound.

Cauriphias's eyes widened instantly when he looked at the sky, and his pupils shrank sharply.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The bloody spear did not pierce the black magic in the air, but pierced him.

Waves of surging power surged through his body, as if a giant dragon was struggling violently, trying to break out.

"Ah..." Coryphias sprouted countless red magic crystals all over his body, trying to use magic to dissolve the blood magic that invaded his body.

Hawke's eyes flashed fiercely.

A surging bloody flame swept across all directions like a whip, burning all nearby dark descendants to pieces.

Then he clenched his right fist, and the power of blood magic was increased to the maximum.

Cauriphias's heart suddenly exploded, and all the blood in his body began to converge towards one point in his body. His tall and thin body was visibly dry and compressed.

Marianne Hawke pulled him from the air, and a blood ball the size of a fist burst out of his body, tearing a big hole in Coryphias's chest.

"Uh~ No..." Corifias's body trembled. Even though all the blood was drained, his heart exploded, and his body was seriously injured, he was not dead yet: "God, please save your humble servant..."

The surrounding dark descendants have been cleared, especially at this time there are several magicians creating barriers. Once he dies, there will be no dark descendants to possess him and he will never be resurrected.

"No one can save you this time." Hawke murmured in a low voice.

Ten years ago, when the dry tide came, she fled into the free city of Kokwo. She started as a small mercenary, wiped out gangs, rescued elves, resisted the invading Kunari army, and suppressed the conflict between Templars and mages.

She became a world-famous defender, gained a lot, and lost a lot, including her relatives and lovers.

But the biggest mistake in her life was to release Cauriphias, who had been sealed for thousands of years.

Because of Coryphias, the sky was torn apart and the whole continent was plunged into war.

Now, she wants to personally deal with this fallen magister and make up for her mistakes.