The path of sacrifice

The plague spread!!

Death. Demons died in droves.

In the towns, villages, and wilderness of the Source Plane, people suddenly turned deathly pale as they walked, curling up on the ground and clutching their heads as they wailed.

A hole suddenly burst open in their skulls, and a parasitic demon bloodline creature crawled out.

Soon, both the humans and the demon bloodline creatures lost all signs of life.

Inside lavish noble castles, nobles drinking red wine suddenly spat out black blood and collapsed.

Their bodies gave off a foul stench, transforming into humanoid demon corpses with goat horns.

Scenes like this were everywhere. Starting in the Green Forest Region, the demon plague erupted across the entire Source Plane.

The plague infiltrated every nook and cranny. Even those hiding deep in dark, gloomy underground chambers would contract the demon No. 5 plague as long as they came into contact with other demons and were exposed to the air.

Wizards, even low-level ones, might have a chance of developing a potion or spell to counter the plague through experimentation.

But extraordinary magic beasts advanced in tier through growth. Their understanding came entirely from inherited memories, rather than learning to develop tasks for themselves.

Their ability to adapt to new things approached zero. Completely incapable of responding, they believed it to be some kind of curse, an indescribable horror.

They lacked even a basic understanding, let alone the ability to solve the problem. Once an outbreak began, the mortality rate approached one hundred percent.

A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...

More and more demon corpses were collected by the Dark Dragon's followers.

Over a year had passed since Ember had been taken into the Scavenger Gourd.

There was no telling how many Abyss demons had descended upon the Source Plane, or how many