Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1237 Fear (The Bookworm's Brother's Alliance)

"If you keep wasting your energy like this, you'll sacrifice yourself without it even having to do anything."

Crackle, crackle.

Amidst the interplay of light and darkness, Grimm appeared beside the demon doll, looking at the doll which had already lost a significant portion of its leg flesh due to repeatedly unleashing power beyond its limits in a short period, and he uttered a low growl.

"Get out of my way, it's none of your business!"

The demon doll roared and howled angrily, its voice hoarse and shrill, extremely irritable, and filled with boundless hatred.

"From the day I was abandoned in the world of ashes, I swore that I would never allow anyone to ignore my existence again. No one has ever dared to treat me like this, never!"

With a deafening, furious roar, the demon doll gathered a piece of flesh from the foot of its remaining half-body at the tip of its index finger. This piece of flesh seemed to hold endless mysteries. After being enveloped by a trace of aura from the other half of the demon doll's illusory ash body, it underwent a strange transformation.

A tiny, insignificant piece of flesh tore open the rift connecting the illusory world of ash. Immediately afterward, the attack, which had previously fluctuated between 1.5 million and 2.5 million degrees in Green's perception, suddenly surged to 4 million degrees, accompanied by a true illusory phenomenon of ash!

It was these illusory phenomena of ash that caused the Four Emperors Slash to be at a disadvantage and constantly suppressed while dealing with the overwhelming attacks of the exiles and the Demon Dolls. It was unbelievable.

Green's reason for persuading the demon doll was not because he suddenly had a kind heart.

On one hand, Green was already prepared to open the coffin with the Scepter of Hope and fight three against one. Everything was ready, except for the last few thousand years of illusory time to be consumed to achieve annihilation.

The ultimate goal is to suppress this doll, which has always been a true rival, and prove the success in my heart.

On the other hand, Grimm secretly hoped to leave by raising the coffin, giving the magical doll that had been guarding the coffin of hope for so long a chance to return to the material world.

If such a powerful non-dominant life form suddenly appeared in the material world, it would certainly make it more rich and interesting!

Finally, it was because Green was increasingly unable to suppress his desire to step forward and try to seize the Soul of Domination.

If one could seize the Soul of the Sovereign, it would become the true universal currency in the endless world, or even among the Sovereigns!

No matter the time, no matter the rules of the world, no matter who the trading partner is, as long as one possesses the Soul of Domination, one is omnipotent.

Although it is extremely rare to find such a thing as a commodity for trade.

Compared to the Soul of the Overlord, the Philosopher's Stone refined by the Cleansing Crystal Terminator is insignificant!

As far as Grimm is concerned, the Soul of Domination not only allows him to escape the dimensional esophagus at any time, but also extends his life limit, which is equivalent to extending the time of Grimm's Saint Mark Wizard Synergy and enhancing his absolute strength.

The Omnipotent Soul has a multitude of uses beyond imagination; it is one of the fundamental powers of the Endless Ruler.

"Get out of my way!"

The Four Emperors' Slash was almost insane. These exiles, who were recklessly and relentlessly attacking the deepest illusory world, were like madmen driven by their hunting instincts. They didn't care about their own lives or deaths. Their only goal was to merge their inner bodies into an omnipotent soul. They would never turn back until they achieved their goal. They were like a group of vampires who had gone mad with hunger. Their ferocity was simply terrifying.

What made Four Emperors Slash even more bewildering was that the exiles here were far stronger than he had imagined. They were not the world lords he knew at all; they were a group of monsters!

Among these monsters, some have reached a level of near-madness, especially the devil doll with its alternating halo of light and shadow and half its body.

After a brief burst of energy, a wave of air surged out of his body. He swung his massive head with all his might, shaking off some of the exiles who were relentlessly harming him. Then, the bloodied head of the Four Emperors Slayer was rapidly repaired by the Omnipotent Soul.

With a flash of his blade arm, he blocked the demon doll's ash beam attack. Feeling the omnipotent soul rapidly draining from his body, and seeing the exiled monsters charging at him again without any regard for their own safety, the Four Emperors Slayer felt extremely chilled.

Killing a group of them is completely futile and has no deterrent effect whatsoever in the material world!

These exiles are truly powerful beings among level six creatures, not those inferior creatures whose numbers are meaningless. Even if one attacks with all one's might, there is no guarantee of a kill.

"Damn it, where is that Tree of Time that stole my Lost Soil?!"

Having temporarily blocked the demon doll's attack, and having experienced firsthand the terrifying depths of this dimensional edge that other rulers constantly described, Four Emperors Slash felt a desire to retreat. This place was definitely not a place where normal beings should stay, not even the Endless Ruler!

Numerous compound eyes weaved through the aftershocks of the battle among the countless exiles, occasionally striking an exile with the blades of their own compound eyes. Finally, on this fragmented land paved with countless skeletons, amidst the dense craters, they found traces of the Tree of Time.

At this moment, on the wrinkled bark of this old tree, the aged face looked up, also filled with fear.

Although I had long heard that the deepest illusion was a phantom world filled with unimaginably terrifying monsters, I never imagined that these terrifying monsters would dare to attack a ruler one after another, as if they wanted to tear the ruler to pieces. Dozens of powerful creatures had already been killed and perished by the ruler, yet they did not seem to notice or feel any fear. This was truly an endless ruler!

Was it right or wrong for him to have stumbled into such a terrifying place in his attempt to escape?

hum!

Just then, the Tree of Time suddenly sensed something. In its fright, chunks of colorful soil rolled out from between its roots, resembling beautiful colored sand, or perhaps communicating with some rare rhythm of the earth's rules. This mysterious soil amplified and strengthened the Tree of Time, giving it a rejuvenating effect. Its wrinkled bark visibly regained its purity.

It turned out that the Four Emperors had decided to retreat because of the massive consumption of the Omnipotent Soul. Even if they could not take back the Misty Land, they would still destroy the Tree of Time that had caused them to fall into such a predicament.

"I already said that!"

Suddenly, an inconspicuous, tiny figure appeared atop the Tree of Time. Half of its body, which had been repaired by the rules of ash, extended a tiny, pure black hand.

"This old tree belongs to us, and you will remain in the Dimensional Food Passage forever!"

(End of this chapter)