Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

Fran took out a memory crystal the size of a fist.

He infused the crystal with magic and threw it forcefully into the air.

The crystal burst forth with dazzling light above the street, and then a huge holographic image slowly unfolded in mid-air, clearly appearing before the eyes of tens of thousands of elves.

The footage shows the wasteland in front of the starship camp.

The picture was extremely clear, and you could even hear the howling wind coming from it.

All the elves were completely captivated by the scene.

They saw the simple earthen wall, and eight thousand Silver Moon Knights charged like silver waves, followed by a rain of arrows.

Many people even recognized their relatives and friends who had gone to war in the crowd.

They watched as the elven army easily breached the defenses, and everyone's face lit up with the excitement of impending cheers.

Val's eyes lit up; he could almost see the moment when Kellan would sever the wizard's head with his sword.

then.

They found the camp empty, and the vast army of elves, covering the mountains and plains, surrounded the enormous metal ruins, bewildered.

Then.

Thousands of elven mages stepped forward and joined in chanting.

The obscure incantation seemed to penetrate the images, echoing in the hearts of every elf; it was the greatest masterpiece of the Silver Tree Elf civilization.

It summoned a colossal magical dragon that stretched across the sky, carrying the hopes of all the elves, and charged toward the distant starship.

But less than 100 meters from the ship, it collided with a semi-transparent purple light shield that suddenly appeared.

Then, it simply vanished without a trace, without causing even the slightest ripple.

The elven mage's all-out attack was like a drop of water falling into the desert, instantly evaporating.

A series of suffocating gasps echoed through the streets of Emerald Fortress.

Many people's legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground in disbelief.

Before they could recover from their shock, the dark gray metal hull of the starship in the image lit up with a ghostly green light, as if a massive creature had come back to life.

A terrifying magical resonance emanated, and the mages in the image began to scream in agony as their staffs shattered piece by piece.

Immediately afterwards, the earth shook violently.

Under the glowing green light, the hard red soil melted at a visible speed into a churning, dark purple, highly acidic swamp.

Warhorses and knights neighed mournfully in the acidic swamp, only to be swallowed whole by the boiling mud in the blink of an eye. Half of the once mighty elven army was instantly melted away.

The sky changed color. Meteorites burning with green flames rained down from the sky like a storm, and putrid fumes spread rampantly among the crowd.

This is truly a purgatory.

In the scene, the glorious Vice Commander Kellan sits blankly on a unicorn.

He didn't even see a shadow of the enemy before his 50,000-strong army was slaughtered.

Finally, a massive purple magic circle with a diameter exceeding one kilometer unfolded in the sky.

A purplish-black light of elemental annihilation pierced through the heavens and earth.

The holographic image abruptly stopped at that moment, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

The streets of Emerald Fortress fell into a long, deathly silence.

"No...this isn't real..."

An old woman covered her face and let out an extremely piercing scream, "My son... my three sons are all in the Knights! This can't be!"

The scream acted as a fuse, igniting the emotions throughout the fortress.

Countless civilians knelt on the ground, and the streets were filled with heart-wrenching cries and desperate screams.

Those elves who had just been dreaming of victory were now completely devastated.

Wash away the shame.

The restored kingdom.

This dream, which they had cherished for a year, shattered mercilessly before their very eyes.

"A scam! This is absolutely an illusion! It's an illusion you've fabricated!"

Val was trembling violently.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Elian, roaring like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

"How could the Vice-Commander possibly lose! How could the Mage Corps' ultimate magic be completely ineffective! Elian! In your quest for power, you've resorted to such vile illusions to curse our army!"

Wahl raised his greatsword with both hands and charged toward Elian without regard for anything else.

I'm going to kill you, you traitor who's sowing discord in the army!

Elian stood rooted to the spot, not even blinking. He looked at Val charging towards him as if he were a pathetic insect.

The two elven guards standing behind him stepped forward.

One of the soldiers grabbed the blade of the greatsword that Val was slashing down with his bare hands.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the soldier's flesh, but not a drop of blood flowed out. Instead, a large amount of dark green viscous fluid gushed out, sticking the heavy sword to itself.

Another soldier drew a short knife from his waist and swiftly pierced Val's kneecap.

"what!"

Waal screamed and fell to his knees at Elian's feet.

He tried desperately to pull back the heavy sword, but it was as if it were rooted to the spot and wouldn't budge.

"The truth is always jarring." Elian looked coldly at Val. "If you think it's an illusion, you can carefully sense the wind blowing from the west. Doesn't it carry the smell of the burnt ashes of your comrades?"

Val froze.

What kind of talk is that?

He looked at Elian as if he were looking at a monster.

"what!"

Val suddenly loosened his grip on the sword hilt, curled up in agony on the stone slab, and let out a wail like a dying beast.

The soldiers loyal to Kellan behind him had already laid down their weapons and slumped to the ground, their eyes empty and devoid of any light.

The entire Emerald Fortress, with its tens of thousands of elves, was plunged into the deepest darkness at that moment.

Elian knew the time had come.

He neither tried to persuade Kelland nor sent troops to support him, all in preparation for this moment.

He strode onto a tall platform next to him, exposing himself to everyone's view.

He wants to demonstrate the divine power belonging to the "New World Tree" here.

He wanted to make these tens of thousands of elves willingly submit to him.

"My people! Do not despair!"

Elian spread his arms wide, and his voice, amplified by magic, resounded throughout the fortress like rolling thunder.

"The old Silver Tree Elves perished along with those fifty thousand soldiers! Traditional magic and weapons are no match for those evil invaders! But this does not mean our race is doomed!"

The weeping civilians all raised their heads, staring blankly at Elian on the high platform.

"Our Father did not abandon us! Deep within the mist, He gave me a brand new seed!"

"Rise up! Open your hearts! Receive the baptism of the new World Tree! I will bestow upon you new power!"

"Now, I ask you to be my witnesses!"

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

People held their breath, their eyes wide, waiting for a miracle to occur.

However, nothing happened.

Elian remained in the position of holding the sky with both hands.

But his heart had already stopped beating.

Then, he fell from the platform.