Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1271 The Mystery of the Underworld

boom!

A crimson shockwave pierced through the insect cloud, spreading outwards in waves. It was the powerful energy-gathering detonator of the Ironblood Galaxy civilization, roughly equivalent in level to the continental shockwave that Grimm had once obtained.

In a smaller world, this single explosion would likely have destroyed a small part of the continent.

However, in the Void Starfall Great World, a world with sufficient capacity, it is insignificant. The powerful constraints of the rules suppress too much power, and this great world has enough volume to bear this level of destructive force.

A surging sea of ​​insects filled the sky and the entire mineral crater was raining insect corpses, while the deafening explosions of the Ironblood warships echoed incessantly.

These disturbances, transmitted through the vast distance, reached the eyes of two people watching silently from even further away.

"There must be a secret there! Something must have been discovered at that iron-blooded mine! Otherwise, how could such large-scale wars have broken out here so frequently in such a short time? There must be a huge discovery! We must inform the Wise One immediately and have Elder Wise One dispatch more high-level Netherworld Mystic Transformation Master legions. We absolutely cannot miss this opportunity!"

Brulu kept chattering away, and with a "whoosh," he spat out a rag doll.

The doll grinned mischievously, seemingly embarrassed by the mysterious power it possessed, and drew circles on its cheeks with two fingers.

"You have to hug me, let me feel the warmth of your embrace, and kiss me before I can help you with anything."

Bru opened his arms, hugging the rag doll, letting it rub its head against him contentedly, looking completely blissful. After a while, he gave the rag doll a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Go and inform the wise elder about the war here, go quickly."

The doll giggled and disappeared like a puff of smoke.

On the other side, Grimm sat on a boulder, his robes making him appear semi-transparent. His tricolored eyes and six pairs of compound eyes gazed at the battle in the distant crater, his demeanor unhurried and composed. He even picked up a cup of hot tea and quietly savored it.

Upon seeing this, Brulu wanted to say something, but quickly realized his impatience and slowly sat down as well.

After only two sips of hot tea, Bruru could no longer contain himself and asked, "Respected Weaver of the Underworld, what should we do now? Should I sound the rallying cry for the Demon Slayers?"

call……

He blew on the hot tea, took a sip, and then, with a soothing laugh beneath the Mask of Truth, set down the teacup. He looked at the Netherworld Ribbon wrapped around his right hand: one pale green flame, two pale green flames, three...

At this moment, there were a full fifteen pale green flames, which were within the sensing range of the Netherworld Ribbon.

There are a total of fifteen level six creatures!

"It's truly magnificent and beautiful, but if this continues, it seems that the war that you three civilizations have been trying so hard to restrain will soon be restarted."

Green moved his right hand slightly, looking at the green flame on it with a satisfied expression.

"It seems your Elder Fool will be disappointed. He's only been here for a month and is already heading back. Hehehehe."

Brulu held his breath for a while, then suddenly said, "It was the Dark Mystic Weaving Machine that guided Elder Fool to bring the Trickster Clan into this war. We did this to make the future of the Trickster Clan better. You wouldn't understand, Annihilation Wizard."

"Hehehehe, wizards only know that fate is something to be grasped by oneself, not guided by fate. From your wars, I only see the Ironblood Civilization and the Brood Civilization vying for supremacy. Compared to them, your Twisted Mage civilization has no competitiveness at all. You are a group of pawns being played by fate."

As if he had already foreseen his impending departure, Green actually said this to the demon sculptor beside him.

Bruru remained silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Annihilation Wizard, you always think that the Dark Mystery can be challenged, but how do you know that it's not the Dark Mystery that's arranging for you to challenge it? Perhaps it's outside the dimension, watching your arrogance, conceit, and ignorance and laughing. You have no idea of ​​the difference between you and it; you are heading towards destruction."

Then, Bruru continued, "Just as Elder Fool said, a powerful civilization deep in the void is already being rejected by the Dark Mystery. We only need to wait quietly for the Dark Mystery's arrangements. I believe it won't be too long before the Dark Mystery weaves us together, allowing them to experience the true terror of the Dark Mystery..."

Upon hearing Brulu mention the powerful civilization deep within the void, Green immediately thought of the Abyss Civilization!

Sitting up straight, Green's expression turned serious, and he asked impatiently, "What else do you know about that civilization deep in the void?"

"Elder Fool said that our war with the Mother Nest and the Ironblood Galaxy is merely the Dark Mystery Weaving Machine's way of helping us understand each other better. Sooner or later, through the infinite coincidences arranged by the Dark Mystery, we will unite into one. And all that is needed is for that vast civilization deep in the void to grow stronger and stronger until the Dark Mystery has completely nurtured it into a mature cricket."

Green's tricolor eyes widened in shock.

Using the same cricket theory, how do you cultivate a mature cricket?

Just then, with a "whoosh," one of the fifteen flames on Green's right hand suddenly went out. As soon as Green sensed it and raised his hand, another flame went out, leaving thirteen pale green flames.

Sensing something, Green gazed into the distance.

"Oh? This is the ultimate form of the Queen? It's actually an individual organism! I thought all beings in the Mother Nest Civilization were aggregates of wills, but it turns out there are some special mutated Queens after all."

As Green was speaking, Brulu beside him tensed up and looked over with Green's tricolored eyes.

Three powerful Ironblood Royal Guards, each wearing a dark moon mask, one wielding a blood-red longsword, one a crescent moon chariot, and the other a double-edged spear, were chasing after a crystal spider.

This crystal spider was about ten meters long. It belonged to a species with an extremely small body and extremely long crystal limbs. It was already covered in wounds and its shape was extremely strange. It turned into a series of afterimages and nimbly darted away to escape.

"Let's go help it!"

Bruru is actually going to help this ultimate form of the mother insect.

Throughout the history of the Twisted Transformers clan's involvement in the struggle between the Ironblood Galaxy and the Mother Nest, they have always appeared as third parties, without any needs or purposes. They have only joined the war of civilizations under the so-called guidance of the Mysterious Weaving Machine, voluntarily participating to achieve a delicate balance.

In the eyes of a wizard like Grimm, the fact that the Trickster civilization could survive and continue to grow was simply an incredible miracle in the endless world!

Could it really be the creature outside the box that, through fate, allowed them to live so well?

Is this the opposite of the curse of the Page of Fate, a blessing?

Upon seeing the Demon Master, this ultimate form of the Insect Queen clearly understood the Demon Master clan's behavior and flew towards Bruru on its own initiative, looking overjoyed.

Beside Bruru, in the shadows, a sinister smile appeared on Grimm's face beneath the mask of truth.

(End of this chapter)