Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1838 Dark Forge

Another forty years have passed.

The war zone generals' meeting, chaired by the One Circle True Spirit Wizard War Zone Commander, was held in the Dark Hive Great World.

"No matter what, we must ensure the complete capture of the Dark Mother's Nest this time; this is our last chance!"

In order to have a greater chance of success in this general offensive, the One Circle True Spirit Wizard not only reawakened the Two Circle True Spirit Wizard Blacksock, who had just recovered, but also successively transferred three vice generals from other worlds under his command: the Three Annihilation Skynet True Spirit Wizard, the Two Drops Sea True Spirit Wizard, and the Three Circle True Spirit Wizard, to fight together!

In fact, the century-long plan of conquering the three great worlds stipulated by Prometheus was officially completed five years ago after the One-Seal Fighting True Spirit Wizard conquered the Nile Blood Lake Great World.

One round, the Mountain Giant King, and the One Seal War Zone each contributed one, but for the One Round True Spirit Wizard, it felt even more shameful.

Why were the commanders of the other three war zones able to complete their assigned tasks, while he alone failed to do so?

Although Grand Commander Prometheus's overall strategic plan went smoothly, he no longer had the face to sit on equal footing with the other war zone commanders and discuss the strategic arrangements for the Demon Hunting Expedition!

Therefore, the True Spirit Wizard secretly vowed that no matter the cost, he would ensure the success of this mission!

In a way, the current status of a One-Round True Spirit Wizard is extremely similar to that of a One-Round True Spirit Wizard before the Third Civilization War, which is somewhat awkward.

Rubbing his brow, the two-round true spirit wizard Blacksock looked slightly dejected.

Forty years ago, the Second Circle True Spirit Wizard Black Sole confronted the Dark Bee King Ancestor head-on. Black Sole thought that he could easily suppress this unknown Dark Bee King Ancestor, or at least make him equal to him. It wasn't until they actually fought that Black Sole realized how wrong he was.

Although this Dark Bee Queen Ancestor also failed to achieve the Eternal Soul of an Eighth-Level Creature, her strength was far superior to his own. Moreover, she had two Dark Overlords assisting her. Black So even suspected that there were other Overlords hidden in the Dark Mother Nest!

Ah, if only I had the truth of a mentor. What secrets does this hive hold?

With a muffled groan, Blackie unconsciously clutched his left chest, his expression slightly contorted in pain.

"What, the poison hasn't been completely eliminated yet? Your neutralizing potion seems to have limited effect. If all else fails, we'll have to expend some Omnipotent Souls. The great battle is imminent; we shouldn't let a few Omnipotent Souls delay the expedition plan."

Although the True Spirit Wizard spoke calmly, he felt extremely guilty deep down.

He himself persuaded others to consume the omnipotent soul to fulfill some of his own selfish desires, even though it was mixed with a public righteous cause.

"Cough cough cough, I will handle the pros and cons myself. Although it suffered from the venom of that queen bee, it won't fare much better under my furnace. With such intensity, given the ancient nature of that ruler, its omnipotent soul must be almost gone."

The Purgatory Furnace, once a symbol of unparalleled power, wild violence, invincibility, and an indomitable spirit, has gradually transformed from a crimson square vessel into a dark black round cauldron under the continuous refining and transformation process of the Black Rope. It has become increasingly grotesque and eerie, like a monster lurking in fear, with black flames burning out ghostly face shapes.

The Mermaid Queen, the True Spirit Wizard of the Two Drops Sea, swayed her tail, her pink scales and pearly shells concealing the milky white waves of her chest. Her flawless skin and exquisite face were captivating, and her eyes seemed to speak as she looked at the True Spirit Wizard of the Two Circles.

"Perhaps this will be of some use to you."

With a "splash," the Mermaid King's slender fingers stirred the pottery jar, and a stream of water swirled up, circling around the Two Circle True Spirit Wizard.

It was originally the Mermaid King's good intention to help, but as the water column approached the Black Rope, it suddenly burst into flames with a "whoosh" and gradually turned from clear and transparent to pitch black.

"Cough cough cough, it's no use. With each of my three reincarnations, I have already reached the end of the road. This is not just the flame of nightmare power, but the flame of the profound meaning of life and death, the power I drew from the rules of the River of the Underworld."

……

Queen Bee Nest.

The most perfect hexagon, each worker bee is a branch of the Dark Bee Queen Ancestor's will, using its own saliva and the blood of its enemies to mix the slime, build the hive, and extend to unknown places underground.

"Darkness gave me black eyes, the earth gave me wings of steel, courage gave me kneecap spikes... Ah, how perfect I am!"

The bizarre poems, brimming with narcissism, resounded from the depths of the hive.

"Ah... move them away, move these mirrors away from me, move them away from me!"

Snap! Pitter-patter!

The sound of shattering mirrors rang out. These crystal glass mirrors, once the most beloved by the Dark Bee Queen Ancestor, were now being smashed one by one by her own hands, as if she had gone mad.

No wonder, now that it has suffered an attack from the Infernal Purgatory, although the most direct injuries have healed, those pitch-black infernal flames are like a curse. Even after the Omnipotent Soul wipes them away, they will reignite a few days later. Like a maggot clinging to the bone, the curse is persistent and burns away the life force of the Dark Bee King Ancestor, making it appear withered and old.

That is why the queen bee, who is always narcissistic about perfecting herself, is so irritable.

Ugliness is the greatest original sin!

"I will kill it, I will devour it! Yes, devour it! Its body will give me perfect immunity to these unknown flames, and I will become even more perfect! Arilosa, immediately activate the Hive Altar! I will summon the will of the Primordial Dark Ancestor!"

……

Several months later.

Led by the True Spirit Wizard Yiyuan, the decisive battle legion once again marched in a mighty procession toward the colossal beehive from which they had once retreated.

The size of this hive alone is probably comparable to that of a typical small world continent. Countless dark soldier bees swarmed out, clashing with the demon hunter expeditionary force that was poised to attack, creating a magnificent war scene and providing abundant materials for the hive's third reconstruction.

The damage to the hive caused by the last general offensive has been completely repaired by billions of worker bees, leaving it perfectly intact with no trace of the war damage.

The slave monsters howled and roared, yet under the cruel command of the demon hunter wizards behind them, they charged towards the hive one after another, accompanied by the destructive cannons of the space fortress.

It looks like this battle is going to last for several more years...

The century-long mission deadline is fast approaching, and the One-Circle True Spirit Wizard will not have a third chance to prove himself.

Several months later.

Splash!

The waves surged and roared as they rushed toward the super hive. The Mermaid King, with a cold expression, was punched by the Dark Ancestor, who stood in front of the hive surrounded by black smoke. With a series of cracking sounds, the torrent was split apart.

"Let's use the Void Fang Club. These floods are quite interesting; they're rich in life energy, which perfectly matches the Void Fang Club's life-draining properties!"

High in the sky, surrounded by tens of millions of elite dark bee soldiers, the Dark Bee King finally revealed himself. As soon as he appeared, he turned his gaze to the hunched figure shrouded in black flames, carrying the Infernal Furnace on his shoulder, his hatred and loathing undisguised.

With a "whoosh," seemingly triggered by the resonance of the Infernal Furnace, the pitch-black Infernal Fire that had been completely extinguished by the Dark Bee King Ancestor suddenly reignited, burning his life form and causing his skin and bones to wither rapidly.

"Heh heh heh, this time you will utterly perish under the power of my Infernal Furnace!"

Blackrod's figure, which was pressed against the shoulders of the Infernal Furnace, gradually straightened up. The molten lava in the Infernal Furnace in his right hand churned, exuding eerie energy fluctuations that sent chills down one's spine.

(End of this chapter)