Wizard's Journey

Chapter 155 World Fragments

This is a pure white demon-hunting castle located approximately fifty kilometers from the center of the Tree of Life.

Fifty kilometers, or fifty thousand meters, is the central area covered by the entire Demon Hunter Castle, enveloped in the vibrant life force of the Tree of Life. At the same time, it allows one to avoid the oppressive shade of the massive canopy in the afternoon and bask in the warm sunlight.

The castle is about seventy or eighty meters high. In front of it is a lush green lawn, surrounded by colorful blooming flowers. A stream flows around the white castle, and several butterflies chase each other as they fly by.

The environment is beautiful, quiet, and peaceful.

A shadow occasionally fell across the sky, where busy wizards and machines flew about, each with their own purpose and mission, centered around the Tree of Life and the Seventh Ring.

"Oh, you just moved in?"

Across the stream, a witch-hunting wizard dressed in a loose black robe was watering the garden with a watering can, while several female demi-humans were tending the lawn nearby, busy as bees.

Green couldn't quite understand the witch hunter's mentality. Why would he personally waste time on such trivial matters when he already had soul slaves that could automatically clean the lawn and garden?

In Green's eyes, the two demi-humans might be the descendants of this witch hunter wizard, but he was not sure. However, even if they were descendants, they would be no different from soul slaves in the eyes of ordinary witch hunter wizards, and they would not be regarded as their own descendants.

"Um."

Green greeted his neighbor politely, but didn't engage in any further conversation before entering his room.

However, just as Green entered the castle, he caught a glimpse of two more male demi-humans emerging from his neighbor's castle.

"Honestly, the Dark Warlocks are such a boring bunch." The Demon Hunter Wizard, who was watering the flowers, muttered to himself, then took the watering can from the female knight-dressed demi-human behind him and continued watering the flowers while humming an unknown tune.

This demon hunter is a Ming-class demon hunter.

…………

Having seen all sorts of castles, Green wasn't particularly surprised by this simple and practical one, and quickly toured all the rooms.

Ok?

The various laboratory settings in the other rooms, including some rather valuable experimental instruments, were all to be expected, and Green didn't pay much attention to them. However, an exquisite and unique altar in the top-floor room piqued Green's interest.

The three-meter-high altar is made up of countless gray-white bones. Some areas contain extremely precious magical materials, and even some strange combinations of runes whose functions and properties are completely unrecognizable to Grimm. Each dark green rune flashes like a beating heart, wandering uncertainly in the gaps of the bone altar.

This altar is probably the most precious item in the entire Demon Hunter Castle.

Green had just had this idea when, upon approaching the altar, a strange attraction made him pause slightly, and as he pondered, he realized another function of the altar.

Normally, if Green wanted to open his soul imprint and connect with the fragments of the world space, he would need to maintain a stable activation of magic power for about a quarter of an hourglass. However, on this altar, it would only take a dozen or so breaths at most.

Suddenly, a flash appeared on Green's shoulder, and a red and green steel-embroidered myna bird appeared. The little myna preened its beautiful red and green feathers, looked around the room, and then looked out the window.

"Hmm? This is the Tree of Life?"

The stinky-beaked bird glanced at Grimm, then, ignoring its own unnatural and disgusting expression, rubbed its head against Grimm's ear and said, "Oh, my dear, great Master Grimm, I suppose you wouldn't mind your servant taking a tour of the wizarding world?"

"Hmm." Green glanced at the myna bird, which was taken as an agreement.

"Haha, oh yeah..."

With a whoosh, the Steel Emblem Myna flew away excitedly.

Green didn't pay much attention to the myna bird. Anyway, this guy was practically immortal before he died, and he could drag it from any time and space to him with a thought. It couldn't cause any trouble at all.

Without such methods, Green wouldn't have been able to train this guy so obediently.

The room fell silent, and Green looked once again at the mysterious altar.

Surprised, Green slowly stood on the altar, feeling the rhythmic breathing of the many runes on it, as if the altar was not an independent entity, but a special organ of the entire Seven Rings Holy Tower, an entity connected to the Seven Rings Holy Tower.

Could it be...

Is this altar the key node of the Demon Hunter Castle runes that Master Peranos mentioned high in the sky?

I remember when Green and Peranos were on the snail messenger outside the defensive shield, almost at the height of the clouds, Peranos asked Green what these demon hunter castles on the ground looked like, but Green couldn't answer anything. Peranos gave Green the answer "castle runes".

In retrospect, Peranos's answer seems to be close to the truth.

Standing on the altar, Grimm's eyes flashed. As his body's magic power steadily and continuously surged, just as the Key of Friendship of the Black Tower summoned a terrifying creature from another world, Grimm suddenly felt a mark value deep in his soul faintly connected with the Seven Rings Holy Tower in some special way. Then, a pitch-black crack appeared in Grimm's vision.

This is……

To his astonishment, Grimm felt a faint pull from the dark rift. Without resisting, he entered the rift the next moment, without interrupting the flow of magic throughout the process.

Because Green had a feeling that as long as he stopped inputting magic, he would return to his original location the next moment.

If one resists entering the dark rift, one can choose to use the world fragments within the dark rift as a spatial pocket.

……

Beneath my feet lay a solid, black earth, and I could faintly hear the sound of rushing water in the distance.

Ok?

Green looked up at the colorful sky above him, woven from rough energy beams, which was only about five or six hundred meters high. He immediately felt a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe, just like when he was flying in the center of the Black Sea whirlpool, where the seawater could overturn him at any moment.

This feeling is like the sky is about to fall!

After a moment of stunned silence, Green barely managed to adapt to the unique rules of this endless world, a fragment of a world without rules, and looked down at the black earth on the ground.

These black soils are exactly the same as the black soils on the giant tortoise shell-shaped mountain peak of the Tiandu Peak, with no difference whatsoever.

Surprised, Green's body slowly floated up until he reached the highest point he could.

It really is a fragment of a world!

However, this world fragment is far smaller than the world fragment of the Black Tower Mystic Realm.

According to Green's observation, this world fragment was originally a sea area of ​​a world in ancient times. It was shattered after a great war between the wizard civilization and another civilization, and this sea area turned into an irregularly shaped small world fragment.

The sky is tilted, with the highest point in the southeast, about 700 meters high, and the lowest point in the south, only about 400 meters high. The entire surface of the world fragments should be an irregular polygon, with the longest diameter about 30 kilometers and the shortest diameter about 10 kilometers.

The World Fragment itself is a spatial fragment consisting only of seawater, and the land beneath Grimm should have been a later modification of the Seven Rings Holy Tower.

The black island is a small, round island about two kilometers in diameter, with uneven surfaces.

The island had only some basic small plants and lawns, and no trace of any animals was found. The seawater was lifeless, with no signs of life.

(End of this chapter)