Wizard's Journey

Chapter 179 Setting Off into the Enigmatic World (Part 2)

For half a month, the three Stigmata Wizards above the Space Fortress did not move.

Green and Millie were among the last group of dark wizards to dissect the Amonro specimen in the Origin Space Fortress Plaza. As the last group of dark wizards packed up their experimental equipment and completed the simulation of Despair Collection, the three Stigmata Wizards finally landed slowly.

Having collected all the despair, the natural forces drawn by the soul subtly began to change.

This feeling...

If Green launches a magical attack against the Amonro clan in the future, it will automatically carry an additional 0.1 to 0.1 degree of Despair as a base attack value.

To Amonro, these witch hunters who collect despair are the dark wizards of the Shadow Mystery world.

In the Origin Space Fortress Plaza, since there were only tens of thousands of dark wizards, the vast space was quite empty. All the dark wizards raised their heads, and pairs of bright eyes looked up at the three great holy scarlet wizards above them.

All three Stigmata Wizards are women.

The dominant female Stigmata Wizard in the center wore a white horned hat, had a pair of ethereal green wings on her back, and held a magic staff that emitted a pale blue glow. Her bright eyes, beneath her short black hair, swept over the many wizards in the square, exuding an aura of wisdom that controlled the truth.

In the square, all the dark wizards held their breath, waiting for the leader of the holy scarlet wizards to give the signal.

The voice of the dominant Saint Mark Wizard was like ripples on water, reaching the ears of every dark wizard present, gentle and elegant yet calm and wise.

"Noble and exalted witch hunters, welcome to follow in my footsteps and embark on a glorious journey to spread the civilization and wisdom of wizards to the backward world of shadowy mysteries. I am the Whispering Stigmata Wizard, and these two are my allies: the Great Tomb Whisper Stigmata Wizard and the Great Tomb Words Stigmata Wizard."

Listening to the whispers, the Holy Mark Wizard waved his magic wand, and specks of light descended from the sky, creating a ripple that soothed the soul, as if the crisp "drip-drop" sound of water droplets were ringing in the ears of every witch hunter wizard.

The wizarding world's external invasions and conquests have always been carried out under the guise of some righteous and just slogans, which is one of the differences between intelligent and barbaric races.

What about spreading wisdom, spreading civilization, igniting hope, rescuing suffering beings, promoting reason and morality, and developing the ideal of a prosperous world community of great wizards...?

Although I don't know about the wars in other civilized worlds, if it were a racial invasion war between other large or small worlds, there would never be any unnecessary talk, only killing and plunder.

The title of "Holy Mark Wizard" is derived from the wizard tower that is inherited or developed.

For example, the master of the Black Tower is the Black Tower Saint Mark Wizard.

The Tomb's Words and the Tomb's Talisman Wizards, though sharing similar names in the Wizard Tower, are two completely different types of Talisman Wizards.

The Tomb of Words Saint Mark Wizard wears a ring of colorful bells around his head, his eyes are covered by a red ribbon, his long emerald green hair reaches his waist, his ears are slender and elfin-like, and his entire body is covered in a layer of white mist, like a layer of illusory veil.

In contrast, the Tomb Whisperer, with her cold, gleaming eyes beneath her metal helmet, has four longswords embedded in her back. Hundreds of dark red energy bars, resembling the life of a harp string, swirl and dance around her body, faintly revealing her armor and graceful figure beneath.

After giving a polite nod to the many dark wizards in the square, the Tomb of Words and the Tomb of Whispers Stigmata Wizard flew directly into the base of the space fortress without saying anything more.

Thus, only the Holy Mark Wizard, who had been listening to the whispers, remained in the sky.

"The glorious flame of the great wizarding world needs to be ignited by every one of us, its inheritors! The evil, cruel, and dark abyss civilization will one day be purified by the flame of wizarding civilization. Noble witchers, use your wisdom, your reason, and your strength to ignite the light of wizarding civilization in this world of shadowy mysteries. That vast world needs us…"

As the whispered, inflammatory words of the Holy Mark Wizard were being listened to, the vast spatial fortress suddenly trembled with a "rumble," as if this sleeping metal behemoth was gradually awakening.

With a sweeping gaze across all the demon hunter wizards in the plaza, the Whispering Whispering Wizard declared in a deep voice, "I, the Whispering Whispering Wizard of the Seventh Ring Holy Tower of the Wizarding World, hereby declare war on the Shadow Mystery World! This war is in accordance with the principles of joint development of wizarding civilization and the principles of the Seventh Ring Holy Tower of the Wizarding Continent. I hereby swear to the Heart of the Wizarding World that I will do my utmost to promote wizarding civilization while ensuring the survival of every esteemed demon hunter wizard."

Suddenly, a fluctuation in the rules of the wizarding world changed...

Ok?

Green clearly sensed that at this moment, the Origin Space Fortress, having listened to the oath of the Holy Mark Wizard, seemed to have been given a soul and had come to life completely.

This feeling was similar to the feeling of being enveloped by the Heart of the World when Grimm was promoted to a formal wizard.

hum...

A low humming sound was heard.

Above the plaza of the Origin Space Fortress, a transparent defensive shield slowly rose, forming a hemisphere atop the fortress. The shield then merged with the metal base beneath the fortress, creating a complete sphere.

At this moment, the Origin Space Fortress seemed to be guided by some kind of will, and began to descend towards the ground of the Wizarding World with a rumbling sound. The thick clouds below were pushed aside by the Origin Space Fortress, and dozens of seventh-ring snail messengers surrounded the space fortress from all sides to escort it.

Like water and milk blending together, the space fortress fell into the seven-ring defensive shield without being subjected to any repulsive defense.

Beneath the defensive shield of the Origin Space Fortress, the Holy Mark Wizard of the Listening Whisper shouted.

"All light and dark wizards on the space fortress, heed my command! Summon all your participating soul servants!" As the Holy Mark Wizard of the Whispering Whisper issued the command, she herself surged with magic and waved her magic wand, and a hundred-meter-long black crack suddenly split open above her head.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Strange, magical creatures began to surge forth from the cracks like an endless tide, with all sorts of roars rising and falling, and flying, running, and even crawling creatures surging out.

A giant, two-headed bird, over twenty meters long and with blue-purple feathers, slowly descended, crouching beside Green and roaring. Several large, scorpion-like creatures were attached to its body.

Beside the giant bird, a group of bizarre, two-meter-long bat-like creatures crowded together.

Tens of thousands of one-meter-long, black and white mosquito-like creatures flew across the sky, lined up neatly in a row, as if they were one.

At the same time, two more torrents of soul servants surged from the base of the space fortress and flowed upwards toward the plaza. These were presumably the soul servant legions of the two Tomb Words and Tomb Language Saint Mark Wizards from before.

With countless torrents of soul servants converging, the once spacious space fortress plaza suddenly became extremely crowded, and even the space below the protective shield was occupied by all sorts of flying creatures.

After the torrent of soul slave creatures continued for a full quarter of an hour, some enormous and powerful life forms began to emerge from the black rift.

Green raised his head, and a gigantic mud beast, resembling a pool of mud, flowed out from the crack. However, the hundred-meter-wide spatial rift seemed to be squeezed through by its enormous size, barely managing to squeeze through. Behind the mud beast, numerous other enormous creatures crowded together, constantly peering towards the spatial fortress.

Green's shoulder flashed, and Little Eight appeared.

"Oh, damn it, get your filthy wings away from me, you damn two-headed stinky bird!" As soon as it appeared, the myna covered its nose with its wings and roared at the two-headed giant bird lying next to Green.

Of course, in such a chaotic and noisy environment, Hachiko's cries were instantly drowned out, without making a ripple at all.

Roar!

One of the two-headed bird's heads turned and roared at the myna bird, instantly drowning out the myna bird's voice. The giant bird's head then revealed a smug expression.

This two-headed giant bird actually heard the myna bird's complaints.

Hiss hiss hiss...

Dozens of giant scorpion monsters standing on the back of the two-headed bird also hissed at the myna bird, looking mocking.

Enraged, the myna bird trembled as it pointed at the two-headed giant bird and the scorpion creature, yelling, "You, you lowly little creatures, how dare you treat your Eighth Master like this! I, I, I... Eighth Master will fight you to the death!"

snort!

Green grabbed the myna bird, then coldly snorted at the two-headed giant bird and the group of scorpion beasts. The soul slaves immediately changed their expressions and squeezed to the side, replaced by other soul servants.

In short, there was absolutely no empty space in this fortress square, neither in the sky nor on the ground.

Glancing at the myna bird, Green said calmly, "You've seen what's going on here. Behave yourself. War is about to break out. Be alert then. If things get too tough, hide in the dimensional rift for a while."

After humming, the myna bird picked up a nut from the dimensional gap and stood on Green's shoulder, crunching away as it ate it.

Glancing at Millie, who had already summoned two Devouring Ghosts and three soul servants with the upper body of a mantis and the lower body of a snake, Grimm slowly activated the world fragment and summoned all five Devouring Ghosts. The Devouring Ghosts circled around Grimm, baring their fangs and flapping their bat wings.

Five gnawed ghosts, one of whom replaced the old ghoul in his place.

The entire primordial space fortress seemed to have become a massive, fully-loaded sealed sphere. If this sealed sphere were to be opened in the alien world, it would cause the entire world to tremble!

Uh...

Grimm watched as the endless demon-hunting castle below the space fortress slowly lit up, forming a vast magic circle that stretched as far as the eye could see. The canopy of the majestic, towering Tree of Life slowly opened, and then a desolate, melodious horn sounded under the fantastical defensive barrier.

At this moment, Grimm is no longer the witch hunter who once looked up at the ground, guessing and longing, but one of the protagonists, who goes to develop and conquer a foreign world with abundant resources, and plunder everything there, including biological specimens and soul slaves.

As the Primal Space Fortress descended upon the Seventh Ring Heart of the Tree of Life Canopy Plaza, a massive pillar of energy propelled the fortress, prying open a spacetime rift...

In an instant, the numerous demon hunters in the space fortress saw a scorching volcanic world and... an endless horde of creatures surging and pressing down from beneath the shadowy clouds!

This is the world of Shadow Mystery!

……

For the space fortress that traversed the space-time rift and the witch hunters above it, the entire time travel process seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

But for Amonro, shrouded in mystery, the blood-red moon had already been hanging high in the sky for seven months.

Excitement and fear exist in the hearts of every Amonro, both at the bottom and at the top.

For the ignorant lower-class Amoon Ro, their excitement stemmed from the fact that developing the alien world was a tremendous opportunity for them. It would allow them to gain a wider living space, more food, and more offspring, freeing them from worries about hunger and harsh living conditions.

but!

For those at the very top of the mystery, Amonro, through communication with certain great beings from the otherworld, knew that the Crimson Moon represented a sign of invasion from an evil, powerful otherworldly realm called the Wizarding World.

That distant, powerful, and evil wizarding world will plunge the entire world of Amonro into a nightmarish war until it is completely conquered.

The great Amonro clan must stop this from happening!

Note: The Shadow Mystery World is the wizard's name and designation, while the Amonro World is the self-designation of the local creatures.

(End of this chapter)