Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1808 Dimensional War (Part Six)

Beneath the gate that pierces through the dimensional esophagus, scattered and indistinct figures are bathed in a pale golden holy light, and the fluctuations of the rules from the world of matter and energy grow ever stronger.

The endless monsters trapped in the dimensional esophagus know that the dimensional army is coming soon!

Beneath the Gate of Penetration, some of the monsters gathered there were killing each other, some were waiting silently, some were tirelessly rushing towards the Gate of Penetration again and again, and some, amidst the increasingly dazzling and terrifying pale golden fluctuations above their heads, instinctively fled in fear, retreating from the area shrouded in golden light, and gradually disappearing into the vast expanse of bones.

hum!hum!

Suddenly, from the swirling, dimly lit vortex of gray and gold, two charred corpses burning with pale golden flames fell.

With two whooshing sounds, like two fireballs falling from the sky, the hazy mist was split apart, leaving trails of billowing smoke. Then, with two loud booms, the shockwaves from the two craters spread out.

One by one, figures rushed toward the two craters and gathered together.

In the silence before the apocalypse, the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive. Some of the exiles briefly confirmed the presence of the corpses and then left, rushing towards another corpse. The stronger ones who arrived later naturally drove away the weaker ones who had gathered in front, hoping to obtain valuable information from the two corpses.

"The aura of the Forgotten World is that of the ruler of the Forgotten World. After the Omnipotent Soul was exhausted, it was cut in two and has already arrived in the Forgotten World."

The hoarse voice murmured, and needless to say, the "them" the monster was referring to was naturally the Dimensional Conquest Legion.

The world that Grimm's Book of Truth connects to is the world of oblivion.

The so-called Forgotten World is a virtual world formed by the countless forgotten failures of every successful person before they receive the spotlight and unknown praise. Above the vast Forgotten World is the Memory World, and above the Memory World is the Media World. It can be said that the Forgotten World is very close to the edge of the dimensional esophagus!

Even so, because the Forgotten World is so profound and illusory, Grimm's actual exploration of it was not much.

It's truly incredible that an exile could identify the origin of the Overlord from the remains of a corpse in such a short time.

"This corpse was killed within one blood hour before its death. To be precise, it struggled for 0.633 blood hours before being unable to resist and was killed. The Forgotten World is a vast world deep within the illusion. As the ruler, its legion must be extremely abundant, yet it could only support 0.633 blood hours. This must be due to an overwhelming power."

Beneath the dark shadows of the snail shell were a pair of dark red eyes, tentacles floating around. This unknown monster gradually merged into the skeletal continent and disappeared.

Crackling sounds!

Just then, a deafening thunderclap erupted from the swirling gray clouds, and pure golden arcs of electricity descended from the sky.

With a deafening roar, the electric arc easily pierced through a section of the Bone Continent, instantly obliterating everything within its range. Several monsters stained with golden flames screamed and howled, but within just a few breaths, without exception, they were all burned to ashes by the golden flames.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Just then, corpses burning with golden flames fell from the sky like a meteor shower, more and more emerging from the flickering vortex of pale gold and dark gray. What started as hundreds or thousands quickly became millions or tens of millions falling.

Among them were not only the corpses of monsters from the virtual world, but also the corpses of powerful creatures, three to five meters tall, with varying numbers of pure white wings on their backs. They quickly filled the void in the bone continent that had been blasted open by the golden arc of electricity, forming an ever-growing mountain of bones.

"The dimensional army is about to descend!"

More and more dimensional esophageal monsters began to retreat, hiding in deeper spaces, and the number of shadowy monsters under the piercing gate decreased.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

Splash!

The foul-smelling sweat initially dripped down like a leak, and the experienced dimensional esophagus monsters knew what that meant. However, it then poured down like a flood bursting its banks.

That is the spread of the rules of the forgotten world.

Under normal circumstances, the spread of rules from other virtual worlds would be the most dangerous time for the dimensional esophagus, but at this moment, compared to the impending dimensional war, this crisis is truly insignificant.

"Aww..."

Amidst the whooshing sounds of corpses engulfed in golden flames, raining down like rain, and as the sweat of oblivion spread like a flood bursting its banks, suddenly, a hoarse old woman's hysterical scream rang out.

With a "bang," the phantom of the old woman, covered in sticky, forgotten sweat, extended her skeletal claws from the vortex. In the flickering light and dark gray vortex, her aged face was reflected, her body burning with raging pale golden flames. Her miserable wail had only been half-finished when, with a "whoosh," a golden cross-shaped greatsword slid past.

The old woman stopped wailing, and her stiff head rolled off the vortex, becoming part of the mountain of bones along with the endless corpses.

"The Dimensional War Legion has arrived!"

The murmur of some unknown monster, accompanied by the golden greatsword retracting from the center of the vortex, gradually revealed the phantom of a huge head, like a high and mighty god, looking down at the bone-strewn dimensional esophagus world beneath the gate of penetration through the last layer of spacetime membrane!

"Kiliye, have we arrived yet?"

A faint voice emerged from the hoarse shouts. It was unimaginable what kind of fierce war had taken place in the illusory world above the dimensional esophagus, and what these material and energy world creatures had gone through in their quest to break free from the constraints of dimensional barriers.

The enormous face in the vortex glanced briefly at the monsters gathered below.

This enormous face seemed to have also sensed the direction of that spacetime gate that had also pierced through time and space, a gate whose origins were unknown—from which world, which era, or which historical creature race in the endless universe—and murmured, "Ah, this should be the Dimensional Digestor, the end of the dimension we are about to break through."

After a pause, Kiliya let out a muffled, hoarse laugh from deep within his throat: "Once we break through here, our angelic race can travel to higher dimensions, conquer those higher-dimensional beings, gain true freedom, and escape the prison of atonement that the Lord spoke of!"

"That's wonderful, praise God!"

"With our unprecedented legion of war angels, no one can stop our will. No one, absolutely no one. The Lord says we will all be redeemed through self-sacrifice..."

Amid cheers, the vortex gradually revealed the faces of countless angels, like balloons about to burst. These angels were breaking through the barrier of time and space.

Only this last thin membrane remains to break through and enter the dimensional esophagus world!

Click! Click! Click! Click...

Rumble rumble rumble rumble!

"How is that possible!?"

However, at that moment, intense spacetime fluctuations came from the other end of the dimensional esophagus, growing closer and closer. The high angels outside the dimensional esophagus seemed to sense it and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, all looking incredulous.

The unknown dimensional war legion that was about to clash with the angels arrived at the dimensional esophagus before the angels and quickly spread out.

"snort!"

Affected by this sudden event, especially at this crucial moment of glory, the Twelve-Winged Angel King Kiliye let out an angry snort. Under the shroud stained with the blood of the Lord, he carefully put away the Bible with his left hand, which had been holding it, and then changed his grip on the sword from one hand to both hands, gripping the Holy Cross Sword tightly, and slashed fiercely at the dimensional esophagus spacetime barrier!

Click.

However, what is unbelievable is that the spacetime barrier squeezed by the dimensional war was incredibly thick, and Kiliya was unable to cut it with a single sword strike.

How exactly did that species group, which is about to launch a dimensional war against the angels, manage to do it?

Even these originally confident angels felt a sense of oppression under the grim situation.

(End of this chapter)