Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1603 The Descending Ugly Scene

Drizzling...

Gradually, the red clouds spreading from the Doomsday Base began to rain.

With a "poof," a golden beetle suddenly burst open for no reason, attracting the attention of the white bull shaman. He temporarily abandoned his efforts to further activate the guardian eye and looked around with his eyes.

The sky was blood-red, stretching as far as the eye could see. Everything in sight was blood-red. What kind of sublime law, what kind of magnificent divine power, could have such an influence? The power of an individual is far too insignificant in the face of such power.

"wrong!"

The white bull shaman wiped the rainwater off his body, rubbed his eyes, looked at the liquid that had soaked his hands and fur red, and smelled the fishy smell. His expression gradually froze.

"This isn't rain...it's blood, it's blood!"

Meanwhile, to the white bull shaman's horror, his fur, soaked in blood, began to itch unbearably. Terrified, the white bull shaman tried his best to escape from this blood-red hell, but the itch seemed to have penetrated his skin and muscles, seeped into his blood and bone marrow, it was everywhere.

"No...no! What is this, ah..."

The white bull shaman's fur was falling off at a visible rate, accompanied by trembling cries.

At the same time, the surrounding trees withered rapidly under the blood rain, as if they had exhausted their life force of thousands of years in a short period of time. The "crack" sound of the tree trunks breaking was their final ode.

These lifeless, broken tree trunks lay in the rain of blood, as if soaked in strong acid, constantly dissolving.

"No! Waaaaah, cough cough cough, no..."

In the sky, death crows flew about. The blood rain did not harm these death crows; instead, it made them even more excited, shrieking and making piercing noises as they danced in the blood rain, chanting death.

On the ground, countless beings like the White Bull Shaman wept in their final despair.

Their skin had completely peeled off after being soaked in the bloody rain. In the indescribable itch, their hunched and aged bodies collapsed in the rain, instinctively convulsing helplessly. In the end, even their corpses melted into the rain, becoming part of the rainwater.

……

Doomsday Base.

Several large summoning altars and dozens of small space-time portals—Cappuccino, entrusted with a heavy responsibility by Grin, led numerous wizards in maintaining these basic summoning facilities, keeping them extremely busy.

This kind of work is something that even true spirit wizards probably haven't experienced many times, let alone a mere level five holy mark wizard like her.

"Reporting to the Holy Mark Wizard of the Peerless Tower: The spacetime portal in B11 of the East District is experiencing an energy imbalance and lacks a high-grade earth-attribute crystal as its core. We have run out of storage space for our resources."

Braving the rain of blood, the three wizards traveled together through the vast and chaotic legions of slave monsters, metal robot legions, mechanical puppet legions, and slave monster legions surging from various summoning altars and time portals. Occasionally, some spaceships would leave huge shadows on the muddy ground soaked by the blood rain. The three wizards arrived at the central command room and, after passing through layers of security guards, met Cappuccino.

In the hall, there were dozens of other people like them who were to be seen. Some of them were handed over directly to the Dawn Wisdom Wizards, and only a few were qualified to actually meet Cappuccino.

Gone is the mischievous and adorable woman she was in front of Grimm; now she is a shrewd and decisive witch, Cappuccino doing her best to fulfill the task assigned to her by her mentor.

"As for the B11 spacetime portal, maintain it as much as possible for now. Have Sky City try to increase the energy supply and send in some relatively low-level slave monsters. The Doomsday Base must do everything in its power to maintain the stability of the main summoning altars, which are the entry points for the Stigmata Wizards. There can be no mistakes. As for the low-level spacetime portals, we can repair and fix them after the Stigmata Wizards arrive with sufficient supplies."

After the three wizards received their orders and left, reports soon followed of a large number of slave monsters being unable to adapt to the gravity rules in the ley lines world, leaving the beleaguered Cappuccino awaiting further instructions.

……

In the summoning altar of the Doomsday Base, the relatively relaxed Ye Zhiyu Saint Mark Wizard Lu Lianman, along with her soul companion Ye Ye, descended upon the Continent of Gods.

As a vast world, it has sufficient capacity to accommodate the arrival of the ruler and the master of the world!

but……

Due to the unique gravitational rules of the ley lines world, it becomes very difficult for descending creatures to leave this world again.

"Sister Man, this is the ley line world where Green is going to make his true spirit offering. Wow, the gravity is really strong. Look over there, hahaha, it's hilarious, they can't fly anymore."

As a result of the powerful gravitational binding force of the ley lines, creatures below level three can hardly maintain the ability to fly unless their wings and body structure evolve adaptively. This also has a huge binding force on wizards, metal robots, and even some flying mechanical devices, and many flying devices are damaged after crashing.

Thus, having just arrived on the continent of gods, many slave monsters who had lost their ability to fly howled in terror. Some slave monsters that were once as agile as the wind were now slowed down by the immense gravity. Even some mechanical flying objects that had retained their ability to fly consumed energy several times faster.

The wizards, who had lost their ability to fly, tested their abilities in this world surrounded by a massive gravitational magnetic field as they adapted...

What Ye Ye was mocking was the ugly behavior of these world-destroying legions that had just descended upon the continent of gods.

Ye Zhiyu, the Holy Mark Wizard Lu Lianman, still had her short golden hair. Her petite figure floated in mid-air. After initially adapting to the rules of the Continent of Gods, Lu Lianman erected a protective shield and left the summoning altar.

They staggered and tumbled, but even though these flying monsters were screaming in terror and panicking, they did their best to remain respectful and avoid the Stigmata Wizard Ye Zhiyu in the face of a Stigmata Wizard. After getting used to the rules of the world, Lu Lianman and the first Stigmata Wizards to arrive flew to the central command to receive their missions.

Drizzling...

An endless rain of blood fell upon the earth, flowing down through the Leaf's Life Protection Shield. Lu Lianman looked up at the boundless crimson clouds and sighed, "Green's power is growing stronger and stronger. I can no longer comprehend this level of power. Can you feel it? His arrival has even changed the rules of this world."

Lu Lianman knew about the Blood Rain clone.

"Of course I felt it! Sister Man, don't compare yourself to him. After all, that guy is one of the few unparalleled geniuses in the history of the wizarding world. Now he's carrying out the Ancestor of Wizards project. How could he do it without some tricks up his sleeve? Hmph, after conquering the ley lines and completing the True Spirit Offering, let's not even talk about the Black Wizard King anymore. There's a battle between a first-ring True Spirit Wizard and a first-round True Spirit Wizard, and the wizards in the abyss are eyeing us covetously. Let's see what he does."

One after another, Holy Mark Wizards descended upon the Continent of Gods from their exclusive summoning altars. As higher beings, the world's rules imposed relatively fewer constraints on Holy Mark Wizards.

Whether excited, rational, brutal, or cryptic, wizards of all kinds finally arrived in this great world, following the will of the Holy Mark Wizards of the Tower of Annihilation, and offering their true spirits.

(End of this chapter)