Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1547 Collecting Souls

"What is that!?"

Generally speaking, the gods of the Continent of Gods spend long periods of time in their own divine realms comprehending the laws, condensing their divine essence, much like the relationship between a wizard and a laboratory.

However, occasionally, gods will descend upon the continent of gods to perform so-called miracles, in order to convey their will, win over believers, spread faith, and even wage war to seize believers' resources. From a macro perspective, there is almost no essential difference between temples and wizard towers.

The divine realm is a pure, rule-based space shaped by the power of faith in the temple. Due to the relationship between the ancient sky city and the natural secret realm in the wizarding world, wizards rarely study this ability. Once the temple of faith is destroyed, the so-called divine realm will naturally collapse. Therefore, this useless ability has been disregarded by ancient wizards, but these otherworldly pantheons continue to pass it down.

On this day, the evil god happened to descend upon the temple, conveying a new divine will to his loyal high priest, outlining the development plan and faith plan for the divine kingdom in the coming years. Suddenly, the sublime laws and vast divine power that erupted inexplicably in the distant sky made this evil god, who was only a lower-level deity, tremble with fear. Waves of panic and ominousness overwhelmed him like a tide.

"Which high god has descended upon the divine realm? Impossible, there hasn't been any large-scale interference with the power of faith, nor has any other grand power of faith appeared. What on earth is going on!?"

However, the ominous signs that filled the evil god with dread grew stronger, and the merman priest standing respectfully to the side couldn't help but feel a sense of dread upon seeing this.

This high priest was once a renowned level three Saint Realm expert. The scars on his purple scales were testament to his countless life-and-death battles. Thus, this weak purple-scaled fish-man race scattered on the edge of the continent finally produced a Saint Realm expert with the ability to fly, who was eventually fortunate enough to be appreciated by the great evil god and become the high priest of the temple.

As a result, the Scaled Fishmen race continued to grow and prosper here, becoming the third largest race in this region after the Porcupines and Goblins.

He was one of the top experts in the third-level holy domain, and he also possessed the majesty of a temple chief priest who could summon the power of evil spirits. The chief priest of the Purple Scale Fishman King was the ultimate powerhouse of the Evil Spirit Empire, which was one of the reasons why the Green Scale Dragon dared not venture deep into the territory of the Evil Spirit Empire!

"Great evil god, what has happened?"

"The chief priest of the Purple Scale Fishman King asked."

The Evil God is an alien two-headed bird, one head wielding evil power and the other spiritual power. It fell to the continent of gods approximately several thousand years ago. From its initial near-death experience of being hunted down and slaughtered by numerous gathered Holy Domains who sought to kill the god and seize his divine status, to its current state of establishing an imperial temple, possessing a complete belief system, and commanding dozens of powerful Holy Domains under its command, the Evil God spends every day diligently working.

Once the ruler of a realm, arrogant and boundless, he attempted to conquer a wider space and gain more followers. But upon falling into the continent of gods, everything shattered instantly. His once invincible army was wiped out in a flash, and he himself became a so-called lower god...

"Summon the Purple-Scaled Merman King, the Wandering Goblin King, and the Bone Arrow Porcupine King from all the major tribes to quickly guard the temple. All high priests shall organize believers to sing and worship the laws of the evil spirits at the temple. The Evil Spirit Knight Legion shall be fully armed..."

These preparations are the temple's final preparations for dealing with the temple war!

Unfortunately, the evil god has only been on the continent for a short time, and the divine realm has not yet gathered enough believers and heroic spirits; otherwise, it would have been a significant force.

Upon hearing this divine decree, the High Priest of the Purple Scale Fishman King turned and left with a solemn expression. His previous fear had gradually turned into determination, and he was willing to sacrifice himself for the faith of the evil god!

"What exactly is that terrifyingly sublime rule? In a mere instant, much of the faith power in the east was extinguished."

The two-headed bird's four eyes were filled with fear.

"It seems we need to rebuild the temple..."

Thinking this, the evil god gritted his teeth and flew away from the temple without hesitation, intending to give up on confronting that unknown and terrifying deity.

……

A tribe, ranging from a few hundred to tens of thousands of souls, is scattered across the territory of the evil empire established along the coast.

As Grimm approached the Temple of Evil Spirits, he targeted large tribes and Level 3 creatures who had entered the Holy Realm, much like picking strawberries in a strawberry field. A fireball that Grimm casually swung was an attack of tens of thousands of degrees, like a cataclysmic disaster.

The high-quality souls of these Saint-level experts are enough to be worth tens of thousands of ordinary souls.

In this way, after collecting millions of souls here and there, wherever Green went, there were apocalyptic scenes of flames soaring into the sky. The sound of explosions accompanied by blinding flames gradually approached the Evil Spirit Temple.

"Respected and great unknown deity, this is the Temple of the Evil Spirits. What has caused the Evil Spirit Empire to offend your majesty? The Evil Spirit Empire is willing to pay double the compensation and begs for your forgiveness with a magnanimous heart."

The chief priest of the Purple Scale Fishman King stood before the temple of the evil spirits, bowing and scraping, begging for the favor of this unknown and unfamiliar god, Grimm.

Green's three-colored eyes flickered. After the Face of Truth was digitized, it converted all the Saint-level powerhouses into ordinary-quality souls, resulting in the number 13524674.

With over 13 million souls, plus the several million souls collected previously, and considering the extent to which the "Flame Soul True Scripture" opens the portal to space and time, plus the preparations at the altar on the Three-Legged Death Raven's side, it's barely enough to summon a descent.

"Heh heh heh heh, even your god has given up fleeing and betrayed your loyal faith, yet you still stand here sacrificing yourselves for him and praising his merits? Ignorant and lowly lives, your very existence in this world... is sin!"

Green ignored the insignificant high priest and simply proclaimed his will to all living beings in the city.

The twenty-odd Saint-level powerhouses temporarily gathered in front of the temple, the dozens of high priests leading hundreds of thousands of tribes prostrating themselves around the temple to sing praises and gather the power of faith, the more than ten thousand so-called temple guards fully armed with metal armor, and the so-called strongest person present, the temple chief priest, were all nothing more than worms under Grin's feet in the eyes of a sixth-level life form like him who had already surpassed the level.

A yin-yang double-core ancient lamp, with a flame the size of a soybean, was ignited. Its ominous and terrifying light, like the radiance of the sun, fell on every corner of the evil spirit capital, causing the trembling and lowly creatures to instinctively roar.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff...

Beyond the realm of alienation, countless lower life forms were torn apart by this supreme evil sorcery, becoming writhing organs driven only by instinct to devour will, tearing and devouring each other. A hellish city of nightmares was soon devoid of life.

Intriguingly, under the witchcraft of the Green Alienation Domain, after all living beings died, the entire city remained intact. In the future, when someone comes to explore, they will feel the fear of being in hell and speculate about everything that happened here.

As the foundation of an empire, an ordinary Saint Mark Wizard might be able to find some valuable treasures, but for someone like Grimm, apart from the historical heritage and civilization relics of the Great World, there is no wealth that can enter Grimm's field of vision.

Suck……

Like a whale sucking in water, Green held the "Flame Soul True Scripture" and used its immense suction power to draw in all the wandering souls of the entire imperial capital.

(End of this chapter)