Wizard Immortal

Chapter 904 The Resurrected Lord of Calamities

"More than a dozen!"

A series of sounds came from the mist ahead, filled with a strange sense of horror and deep shock.

Then, a fierce aura emanated from it, violent and surging, causing a sense of terror.

The aura of the laws was pulsating, instantly connecting with the power of authority that existed in the darkness, unfolding in full force, as if one after another, divine beings were descending, displaying their majesty at this moment.

The next moment, under the astonished gaze of the Crimson Lord, those Lords of Calamity charged straight out.

Compared to when they rushed into the mist, they now looked incredibly disheveled, their bodies covered in countless wounds, with patterns and auras of laws visible within, intertwined with other sacred auras, destroying their bodies.

The two calamity lords at the forefront looked even more miserable. At this moment, most of their bodies were shattered, and their holy blood was flowing out of their bodies as if it were free. Judging from this, their very essence had probably been damaged.

Seeing their miserable state, the Crimson Lord was taken aback.

What's going on?

Could there be other deities lurking within that mist?

That shouldn't be the case.

The fact that the consciousness of the world of natural disasters was not disturbed indicates that even if a deity entered that world, it would at most be an incarnation, and the true body should not have truly entered this place yet.

But if it was just an incarnation, how could it have beaten them up like this?

The Lord of Calamity is not weak. With the support of the world consciousness of the Calamity World, even if he is alone, it would probably take four or five divine incarnations to barely match him, and it might not even be enough.

How could someone with such strength be beaten like this?

A question arose in the Crimson Lord's mind, and at this moment, even the movements of his hands slowed down a bit.

The next moment, a mist began to rise.

Seemingly sensing something, the power of the World of Calamity began to exert its strength, and strands of world power slowly descended, gradually driving out the power of the World of Gods.

The mist that was originally shrouded by the power of the world began to gradually dissipate, revealing its true form.

A wisp of sacred aura slowly emanated, beginning to ripple through the world before them.

The place before us began to radiate bursts of light, and an aura of sacred existence emanated from it.

Beams of light began to shoot into the sky, each representing a deity.

The Crimson Lord was stunned.

She stared at the scene before her, and even as an eighth-order saint, she was stunned and unable to react.

Ahead, ripples appeared one after another.

In a desolate wilderness, a golden gate to the world stands silently, manifesting within it and radiating a faint worldly glow.

Beneath that enormous gate to the world, figures stood.

Those figures, some indifferent, some calm, some smiling, stood peacefully beside the Gate of the World. Now, as the Crimson Lord's gaze fell upon them, they all turned to look at him.

And that number wasn't one or two, or even a dozen or so, but close to fifty.

Nearly fifty holy beings!

If this number were to be revealed, it would likely terrify many. Even someone as powerful as the Crimson Lord was stunned, feeling a deep sense of malice wash over him.

Fifty holy beings in total.

This number is unprecedented, not only in the present day, but even during the ancient world of natural disasters and the great war between wizards, the Crimson Lord had never seen anything like it.

Back then, the combined number of deities in the Wizarding World and the Scourge World might have been slightly more than this, but at this moment, the combined number of deities in both worlds probably wouldn't even equal these fifty deities.

And that's not all.

The nearly fifty saints guarding the gates of the world, plus those who had intervened earlier, make a total of over sixty saints.

More than sixty saints—what kind of number is that?

Before this, the Crimson Lord had never imagined that one day she would be able to face such a large number of holy beings.

No wonder those previous calamity lords were horrified and fled in defeat.

Two fists can't beat four hands!

A single deity from the world of gods might not be a match for a lord of calamities, let alone an avatar.

But what's right in front of us isn't just one or two, but dozens of people at that level.

At this number, it's likely that someone at the eighth level will come; otherwise, no matter who takes the position, it won't be effective.

Seeing this scene, the Crimson Lord felt a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the divine avatars surrounding the Gate of the World, which had not made a move before, began to move.

All eyes turned to the Crimson Lord, their gazes fixed upon him.

The pressure, so tangible, made even the Crimson Lord's heart skip a beat, experiencing an unprecedented sense of tension and excitement.

An uneasy premonition arose in my heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

The next moment, the uneasy premonition came true.

Below, as pairs of eyes turned to look at them, the avatars of the gods began to attack in unison.

A terrifying power enveloped them, and the aura of authority belonging to a divine being began to manifest, instantly spreading outwards and soaring into the sky.

A series of tangible powers of authority transformed into chains, surging outwards madly and, under the control of the gods' will, rushing directly towards the Crimson Lord.

Then, a magnificent light burst forth.

Ripples appeared continuously on the body of the Crimson Lord.

The domain belonging to the eighth level was instantly shaken. The crimson domain twisted continuously at this moment, seemingly unable to withstand the oppressive force and about to collapse on its own.

Compared to the eighth level, the incarnations of the gods are still somewhat weak, and theoretically they should not be able to cause any damage.

But that's only under normal circumstances.

At this moment, the number of divine avatars attacking before them was simply too great, to the point that even an eighth-order being would feel a chill run down their spine and experience a sense of terror.

The power of the Crimson Domain was constantly shaken, and at this moment it began to twist spontaneously, seemingly about to collapse completely, just a little bit away from being able to withstand it.

At this moment, a deadly killing intent began to spread, and the aura of death gradually permeated the air.

The Crimson Lord raised his head and looked outwards.

Not far away, a silver longsword was already being swung out, and it slashed down directly towards the Crimson Lord.

This sword strike contained pure death power, and even more so, the terrifying power of the authority to kill. It was a terrifying power formed by the combination of the two great authorities of death and killing, which erupted at this moment and crashed down.

Silver Blade, the sword of slaughter!

Pure killing power was overflowing, and the power belonging to the authority of killing was boiling and raging at this moment. It vaguely condensed into countless phantoms, which then gathered into a single point and slashed down with a bang.

boom! !

A faint, crisp sound slowly emanated.

The Crimson Lord was somewhat taken aback and looked up.

A faint cracking sound rang out around it, and the crimson domain power began to shatter.

A sharp silver sword light pierced through everything, striking down in an instant and passing directly through her chest.

It truly shattered her domain and penetrated her body of laws.

Crimson blood began to drip, within which streams of divine light emerged, gradually bursting forth and flowing outwards.

This is crimson blood; every drop that flows out is enough to annihilate a world, turning a once-perfect world into nothingness and burning away all life within it.

Crimson blood dripped continuously, and the Crimson Lord's body began to recede.

Her body, pierced by the sword of the God of Death, looked rather pale, but her aura remained largely intact.

The blow just now seemed to be nothing more than a minor injury to him.

No wonder.

The power of this avatar of the God of Death is ultimately limited. It's already quite good that it was able to penetrate the body of the Crimson Lord and inflict damage. It's unrealistic to expect to severely injure him with a single blow.

Even if it were his true form, it wouldn't be easy to defeat the Crimson Lord in front of him, let alone since it's just an avatar right now.

Even so, the Crimson Lord's expression was quite unpleasant before his eyes.

She gazed at the God of Death before her, then at the dense array of divine incarnations below, her face turning ashen.

As the Lord of Calamities who has traversed countless ages and conquered countless worlds, the Crimson Lord knew in his heart that this time the Calamity World was in deep trouble.

The unfamiliar world before them was more powerful than ever before; there were more than sixty people who were merely at the Saint level.

This number far exceeds the current sacred number in the Cataclysmic World, and is more than twice that of the Cataclysmic World.

At this moment, they are still descending in avatars, so they haven't made many big moves yet, but once their true forms begin to descend, they will surely stir up an endless storm.

At that time, the world will be in an extremely dangerous situation due to natural disasters.

More than sixty holy beings wreaked havoc in the world of natural disasters—a scene that the Crimson Lord could hardly imagine.

Especially considering that among these sixty-odd saints, there are three eighth-order saints.

Upon realizing this, the Crimson Lord's face turned ashen, and he slowly turned around.

"Why aren't you all coming out right now!"

Her face was ashen, and she slowly spoke, calling out to the distance, "If you don't come out now, we're all doomed once these sacred beings are teleported here!"

A faint voice fell from the void, echoing throughout the entire world of natural disasters, creating ripples.

Then, at the edge of the world of natural disasters, it seemed that a pair of eyes were slowly opening.

As the aura of the gods is revealed, the consciousness of the Cataclysmic World is gradually recovering, awakening a group of Cataclysmic Lords who were originally deep in slumber.

As the world faced a crisis and unprecedented danger, these lords of natural disasters finally began to revive.

(End of this chapter)