Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1321 Dark Gulu

"Giggle, what are these little guys?"

Little Eight, standing on Green's shoulder, stared wide-eyed at the tiny creatures surrounding him. On the dark little sphere, a pair of large, innocent eyes looked harmless.

Immediately afterwards, Hachi spat out the mouthwash with a "hahaha" sound, clearly feeling nauseous from the dark, heavy oil taste.

The ethereal darkness emanating from Green is the source of power for these small black spheres, or rather, a protective umbrella shielding them from light, making these little creatures naturally dependent on and extremely affectionate towards Green.

He gently extended his palm, and on Green's slender, delicate, and pale fingers, a small black ball stared at Green with wide eyes. Other small black balls in the source of darkness, which had been constantly dissipating and withering, transformed into little sprites, jumping around and trying to attract Green's attention.

It has no physical form, no flesh and blood, but is a life form composed of a mysterious force and the simplest form of will.

In Green's eyes at this moment, any mysterious power was a high-level energy entity that transcended the material spacetime of reality and was rejected by the endless rules of the world.

"It should be similar to the void worms of the void world, or the elemental spirits and mossy fish-insects of the material world. They are all basic components. This is what the Flame Soul Ten Thousand Head Bird looks like in its egg form, a larval form without an eggshell. This is a basic component of the rules of the Dark World."

Green gently put down the black ball that he was enjoying, pondered for a moment, and said, "They need to go through a gestation process similar to that of the Flame Soul Ten Thousand-Headed Bird before they can survive in the material world, just like what it is doing now."

Green pointed to the sky, to the sun, the source of darkness.

"Respected messenger of the Spring Ancestor, they are called Dark Gulus. Normally, this Dark Heavy Oil Well erupts once every four days, and there is a major eruption once every seven years, spewing out these dark creatures. Occasionally, some very powerful dark creatures will appear, which can survive in the light source for a certain period of time."

The goblin elder, following behind Green, introduced him with utmost respect and obsequiousness.

This is truly a strange ethnic group.

With Green now controlling 100% of his power, his almost ethereal body is so powerful that these goblins are able to judge Green's life strength based on their intuition, which is truly incredible.

"Dark Gulu?"

Green nodded and said in a low voice, "So, how long until this dark heavy oil well erupts again?"

"There will be another major eruption in about two months."

Two months?

After nodding, Green arrived at the dark heavy oil well, which was several hundred meters in diameter, and looked down.

Wisps of black mist rose as the dark heavy oil bubbled and gurgled. The so-called dark heavy oil consumed by the creatures of this world was not the marrow oil reacting with the source of darkness, but a highly concentrated energy substance purified and filtered by the oil tree, which could be absorbed by the special organs of the creatures in this world.

"Two months? Okay."

After nodding, Green led Little Eight and thousands of Dark Gulus away from the Dark Heavy Oil Well.

The numerous goblins, who were lying prostrate on the ground, only raised their heads and revealed their pointed ears and monkey-like faces after the terrifying, all-encompassing behemoth had left the scene for a good half hour of time, as they sensed the danger.

"Elder, what world did that monster come from? It's even more terrifying than the dark sun in the sky. I feel like I can't breathe."

A goblin carrying a tattered sack sat down on the ground after exhaling, ignoring the mud.

……

Countless black feathers fluttered in the sky.

Quack quack quack...

A sinister, malevolent scream rang out, and black flames ignited on every feather, emitting wisps of black smoke. This smoke was neither the mysterious power of the source of darkness nor natural elements, but rather a gathering of deathly aura, cold and chilling. Occasionally, a wailing head would rise into the air, emitting a sharp, piercing cry.

A group of two-headed giants swung their giant clubs, resisting relentlessly. However, their granite-like skin could not withstand the feathers of death, and black marks were easily melted through their skin.

The marks on the giant's skin spread rapidly, growing larger and larger, and emitting a putrid, pungent odor.

Soon, amidst the rumbling sounds, one after another two-headed giants fell. Even this hundred-meter-tall two-headed giant, which was desperately guarding the dark heavy oil well, couldn't help but let out mournful cries when faced with the three-legged giant bird casting a huge shadow from high above. Its true form had suffered a lot of damage.

"Three-legged creature, watch out!"

The drifting dandelion gave a timely warning, and at the same time, the clones hidden in the space-time surrounding the three-legged death crow suddenly exploded, blocking an incredibly fast figure.

With a "poof," dandelions flew everywhere.

The three-legged death raven, its gray, misty eyes fixed on the creature, saw a monster draped in tattered, dark, heavy oil clothing. Fine green scales were faintly visible beneath the liquid garment, and a lizard-like body protruded from its wide mouth from time to time.

The power of the world swirls around him; he is actually a guardian of this world.

"Intruder, this world has reached a pact with the Ancestors of the Springs. Any Dark Heavy Oil Well will be protected by these rules. Your actions have posed a serious threat to this Dark Heavy Oil Well!"

This guardian, standing less than two meters tall, has eyes that open and close like vortexes with each blink, a very peculiar physiological structure.

The power of rules from all directions, within a radius of tens of thousands of meters, is converging on this world, forming a giant network of rules.

In contrast, the three-legged death crow is subjected to unimaginable repulsive forces.

As one side gains and the other loses, at this moment, in the brief confrontation between the three-legged death crow and its momentum, it was actually at a disadvantage. The death aura surrounding its body howled and its head showed a languid posture.

"snort……"

The three-legged death raven was about to say something when it suddenly stopped, its eyes revealing a strange look as it looked behind the guardian.

"Heh heh, Guardian, we're just passing through this dark, oil-rich world. Could you perhaps make an exception?"

Silently, behind the guardian draped in tattered black clothes, a semi-illusory figure murmured almost in his ear; at that moment, one could almost feel his breath on their face.

With a "whoosh," the guardian was instantly teleported thousands of meters away, his hair standing on end.

"Who are you!?"

The eyes of a cold-blooded animal stared at the life form emanating from the source of darkness.

Thousands of dark goblins stared with their large eyes, their gazes joining the tri-colored light eyes in the dark mist, all fixed on the guardian laws of this world.

(End of this chapter)