A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

On the bustling streets of the past, there were densely packed corpses lying on the ground everywhere you looked.

Because the death of a large number of creatures in a short period of time caused the environment to explode with negative energy, some of the dead bodies soon stood up again and turned into terrifying undead creatures.

Among them, warriors, knights, and spellcasters who had very high professional levels during their lifetime are still evolving.

The tops of the magic towers that originally stood no longer shone with colorful and dazzling lights.

Either it has been influxed by countless undead, ruthlessly killing all the living creatures inside, and finally the entire tower has been eroded by the negative energy symbolizing decay and death;

Either the mage in the magic tower took the initiative to cut off all contact with the outside world, trembled in his last fortress, and used the food in the storage room to barely survive.

I simply don't dare to conduct all kinds of magic experiments as unscrupulously as before.

As for using the portal to escape to other places...

Sorry, that is no longer possible.

Because just fourteen days ago, a critically ill archmage believed that the situation was irreversible, and with the help of the power of the central tower, he released an extremely powerful confinement spell.

The entire city was completely locked in mid-air four thousand meters above the ground.

All teleportation magic, flying magic, and magic that slow down the falling speed are all ineffective.

Even if a bird accidentally enters the area affected by the spell, it will immediately fall vertically from the sky and die.

And the most terrifying thing is that this spell is valid for one hundred years!

This means that no one can escape.

Those survivors who have not yet died will have no choice but to die of hunger, thirst, or old age, unless they can find a way to survive a hundred years later.

Of course, if you feel that dying like this is not heroic and exciting enough, you can also choose to rush to the streets and fight the undead, or jump from a height of 4,000 meters.

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This is the Floating City of Plantia, the first floating city built jointly by the original great mages. It is also the center and pride of El's magical civilization.

But now it is nothing more than a city about to be destroyed.

In fact, similar things are happening not only in the floating city of Plantia, but also in cities and villages on the ground.

This horrific plague that appeared out of nowhere swept across the entire continent in just over a month.

No matter whether it is the "human superior" spell caster living in the floating city, or the warriors, knights, mercenaries, merchants, and slaves living on the ground to serve the spell caster, none of them escaped.

No one knew what the source of the plague was or how to treat it.

The only thing the necromancers know is that this terrifying plague will continue to mutate and evolve.

All treatments can only temporarily relieve symptoms!

Then it won't be long before it breaks out again in a more ferocious way!

Even the medicines and spells that were previously claimed to be able to cure all diseases only had a slight effect at the beginning.

But soon death came like a sweeping storm, killing thousands of people in a very short period of time.

Even the great mage, who was as high as a god, died in the plague.

panic!

fear!

despair!

By now, the social order has completely collapsed.

The few lucky ones who were still alive on the ground hid in the mountains and forests.

Others even went to sea by boat, intending to seek refuge on other islands and land that were still in a barbaric state, to physically isolate themselves from the possibility of contact with the plague.

In short, the powerful magical civilization established by the Aiel people over more than 2,500 years has already perished due to the ravages of the plague.

Even if those immigrants who escaped finally survived, they might not have the courage to set foot on this land again.

It is even more impossible to recreate the glory and prosperity of the past with the limited knowledge and resources at hand.

However, the mage who escaped from the floating city would never have thought that the source of this disaster that destroyed civilization was ultimately the result of a person who traveled from the earth and accidentally caught a cold and sneezed.

Yes!

Just a little sneeze!

Unlike most of his fellow soul travellers, Zuo Si is a standard physical traveler.

Judging from the destructive power of this plague, his body must not have been disinfected when he traveled through time, and he carried a large number of terrible viruses and bacteria from the earth.

After these viruses and bacteria came to another world, they combined with magical energy and underwent some unknown mutation.

One day more than two months ago, Zuo Si worked restlessly for more than forty hours while making a magical object.

Finally, as expected, I fell ill due to cold, overtiredness and lack of rest.

As we all know, colds can cause sneezing and runny noses.

Sneezing, in particular, can spread a large number of droplets carrying bacteria and viruses into the air, forming an initial spread of infection.

All organisms that are unlucky enough to come into contact with these droplets will automatically become virus carriers and subsequently infect more people without knowing it.

In addition, people from other worlds have never been exposed to mutated viruses and bacteria from the earth, let alone immunity and antibodies.

As a result, a disaster suddenly broke out without warning.

Looking at the dissecting table used for necromancy experiments on the basement floor, and the corpse on the table that had just been disemboweled and was still bleeding and exuding a pungent stench.

Zuo Si, who was only about 1.3 meters tall and looked like a child of about ten years old, couldn't help but sigh slightly. He threw away the scalpel in his hand, stepped on a stool to release the little water reserve left in the tower, and cleaned the blood on his hands. , disinfected his whole body with high-concentration alcohol, then opened a diary and began to record it in slightly scrawled square characters.

“On August 12, 2535 in the solar calendar, the weather was a little gloomy.

Almost a month and a half has passed since the outbreak of the plague.

One year, nine months and fourteen days have passed since I came to this magical world.

There are not many living creatures left in the floating city of Plantia.

Because too many lives died quickly in a short period of time, this city standing in the sky was transforming into the City of the Dead at an unimaginable speed.

Even the proportion of negative energy in the environment is increasing exponentially.

It is foreseeable that it will not be long before this place is no longer suitable for living creatures to live, but will completely become a paradise for undead creatures.

Conclusions based on last autopsy and observations.

This plague should not be a disaster caused by one mutated virus or bacteria, but several, dozens, dozens, or even hundreds of thousands.

This is why the magic potions that claim to be able to cure almost all diseases soon become completely ineffective.

Large areas of herpes similar to those of smallpox and chickenpox appeared on the body surfaces of some of the deceased. Their density was so dense that people could not help but feel their scalp numb when they saw it.

Some internal organs also suffered severe failure, and with the collapse of the respiratory system, even the alveoli completely rotted away.

The digestive system, including the stomach and intestines, is covered with black spots that I have never seen before, probably the result of bacterial action.

These spots deprive the body of nutrients that should be absorbed by the body, making the victim's body become weaker and weaker, and expand unbridled in the body like cancer cells.

What's even more frightening is that those corpses that have been dead for many days can still exist as a source of infection for a long time after they stand up again and become undead.

This also means that mutated bacteria and viruses will not die when the host dies.

They adapted to this magical world and became ten thousand times more terrifying than on earth.

In the tower where I live, all the apprentices, warriors, knights and slaves in the middle level, as well as the various monsters and beasts in the dungeon, are all dead.

Only me and the female red dragon, Wilmes, who was captured from the other side of the portal and kept in the lowest level of restraints, completely isolated from the outside world, are still alive.

As for my mentor and collaborator, the owner of this tower, and the chief mage of the Necronomicon faction of the Magic Council, Asta, disappeared long before the plague broke out.

I estimate that he took the note he snatched from an old mage in Faerûn and hid in an unknown place to try to transform his old body through cruel and terrifying magic rituals. Become an immortal and powerful spellcaster - a lich.

Of course, this is no longer important.

Anyway, the floating city has been completely locked by magic. People inside can't get out, and people outside can't get in.

Apart from that, there is nothing left to eat in the tower.

The warehouses where food was stored were contaminated with negative energy and the bodies of dead slaves.

Thankfully, I already had an escape plan.

Finally, I want to emphasize that regarding this plague, I really didn’t mean it.

It was just a terrible accident..."