Agent Time Travel: Apocalypse in the Magical World

The beast tide came fiercely and retreated swiftly.

In a flash, the battlefield was covered with blood and corpses.

The originally surging Berserkers were now unusually sparse.

The morale of the legion led by the old immortal was boosted, and they roared as they charged towards the berserkers who were still blindly slashing and charging.

Without the advantage in numbers, the Berserkers no longer posed any threat. Roland was happy to charge forward based on instinct. He used a hoe to create an afterimage, continuously killing the Berserkers with lame legs and broken arms, earning him numerous contempt from Shangguan Yuze.

Soon, a very tall figure appeared in front of Roland.

That is the immortal one.

He held a shield in his left hand, the heavy shield standing on the ground, and in his right hand a broad sword full of notches, the sword pointing to the ground. He just stood there, his eyes staring straight at the battlefield ahead.

How majestic!

Roland got off the armored rat-tailed bear and ran towards the old immortal with a smile: "Hey, old immortal, this beast tide is just in time, right? I started it, isn't it awesome?"

Just as Roland was proudly showing off his "masterpiece" to the old immortal, he suddenly noticed something strange in the old immortal's eyes.

That was not a profound insight into the battlefield situation, but a kind of nothingness and emptiness.

"You old man, why are you thinking about life?" Roland walked closer and patted the old man.

With a clang, the broadsword fell to the ground.

Roland's smile gradually froze as he realized something.

"Don't tease me, you old fool!"

But the old immortal's body began to fall backwards, and only the heavy shield remained standing there.

Roland grabbed the immortal, but there was no warmth in the immortal's palm, it was terribly cold.

Roland was stunned. He couldn't believe what he saw. The figure who had charged into battle countless times collapsed on the battlefield.

As a civilian soldier, the old man is indeed too old.

He is always charging on the battlefield, and he has experienced many wars, big and small.

If he was not a civilian, perhaps he would have been a high-ranking military official when he was in Konjac City or in the Night Fae Empire?

However, he could only become an "old immortal" back then and was stuffed into Qin Xiaoxian's Second-Hand Chrysanthemum Regiment to make up the numbers.

But it was from that time that he discovered that his life goals and military ambitions had begun to show signs of hope.

Second-Hand Chrysanthemum Regiment, Qin Xiaoxian, this is a different team, with a different commander!

Later, he really became the commander of the legion despite his old age and status as a civilian!

He had no regrets in life. If he had to say one, it would be that he often said, "I want to die on the battlefield."

Undoubtedly, he was lucky and his ultimate goal in life was achieved.

"Old immortal!" Roland was extremely sad. He turned his head to look at the battlefield. The Second-Hand Chrysanthemum Regiment had already begun to clear out the few Berserkers on the battlefield.

Let’s look at the main battlefield.

Qin Mei and Tian Qing were fighting fiercely with the opponent's seventh-level magician and seventh-level magic guard.

But this seventh-level magician from the Linhai Empire is indeed no match for Qin Mei!

After being suppressed by Qin Mei's ice magic dozens of times, he went completely crazy.

"The Imperial Star of the Night Fae? It really lives up to its reputation!" The seventh-rank mage of the Linhai Empire became hysterical, "If I kill you, even if I die, my name will go down in history!" After shouting, he slammed a demon seed into his body.

With a loud bang, a strong air wave spread out.

The seventh-level mage guard of the Linhai Empire who was fighting fiercely with Tian Qing suddenly turned around to look at his mage partner, and then the life breath in his eyes suddenly stagnated, and he fell down.

Tian Qing was not happy about the sudden death of his opponent. Instead, he looked up solemnly.

In front of Qin Mei, the seventh-level magician of the Linhai Empire had magical power surging all over his body, which was very unstable, but that was indeed the aura of an eighth-level great magician.

Qin Mei became serious.

She took a deep breath, and the ice element in her body seemed to respond to her call and began to slowly condense around her body.

The ice-blue light gradually covered the area within several hundred meters around her, forming a layer of crystal clear ice field.

"I don't know what happened to your Linhai Empire, but you used demon seeds to increase your strength and used demon seeds to convert civilians. This is against the will of heaven! You have chosen a path of no return."

Her voice was cold and firm, as if it could penetrate the cold wind and reach the heart of her opponent.

"But the strong never need external forces to improve themselves. Sect Master Tian, ​​you are no longer needed here. Go down there and kill those berserkers to free the civilians."

Before she finished her words, Qin Mei had already launched her attack.

Tian Qing knew that killing a berserker would not trigger divine punishment, but as a mage, he did not want to leave Qin Mei, but he understood Qin Mei's character even better.

She was really angry this time, not only because of the monsters, but also because of so many civilians in the Linhai Empire.

So Tian Qing said "Be careful" and fell towards the Berserker position driven by the Linhai Empire below, smashing down like a meteorite.

The seventh-level mage, although his killing range is not as wide as that of the magician on the battlefield, he still leaves corpses everywhere he passes.

As for Qin Mei, she gently waved her staff, and a biting cold current instantly broke out, turning into countless ice blades, pouring towards her opponent.

Although this eighth-rank great mage was a little confused, his strength was truly at the eighth-rank level.

He just roared, and the magic power in his body boiled, forming a dark green thorn barrier that shattered all the ice blades. At the same time, thick thorns fell from the sky, attacking Qin Mei and covering the position below.

Qin Mei's eyes were cold, she knew that the other party was determined to deal a heavy blow to the Second-Hand Chrysanthemum Group regardless of divine punishment.

The dense and thick thorns poured down like countless worms hanging from the sky.

But Qin Mei roared, and an unparalleled frost sickle appeared in the sky. With a horizontal slash, countless vines were cut off and turned into natural magic that flowed in the air.

At this moment, the thorns in the sky were pulled apart by a pair of big hands, and a huge tree man flew out from it and punched Qin Mei. It was the eighth-level mimicry magic.

Frost magic suddenly erupted in the area, and Qin Mei fought hard to resist and try her best to reduce the power of the punch, but she was still knocked a thousand meters away by the punch.

Qin Mei spat out a mouthful of blood and looked coldly at the eighth-level nature mage who was laughing.

“Hahaha, even if you are extremely talented, there is still an insurmountable gap between the seventh and eighth levels. If I kill you, I will die without regrets!”

The magician from the Linhai Empire who used the demon species to upgrade to the Grand Mage laughed strangely.

Qin Mei wiped the corner of her mouth and said, "An eighth-level great mage, I think I killed one."

After she finished speaking, the eighth-level mimicry magic tree man that was rushing towards her was instantly cut in half, and the countless thorns behind the tree man were also cut off by 70% with one blow.

Behind the frost sickle, a phantom stood tall, holding Qin Mei's seventh-level mimicry magic frost sickle in his hand.

"I'll tell you a secret," Qin Mei said coldly, "My mimicry magic has never been the Frost Scythe."