Wizard's Journey

Chapter 190 Amonro's Despair (Part Six)

A large group of dark wizards gathered together and divided up all the spoils of war in the shortest possible time.

Needless to say, there is no doubt about it.

Two level-two wizards, the Purple Thunder Wizard and the Storm Wizard, collected the damaged giant flower buds that hadn't been moved yet. The Storm Wizard, who came to their aid, took the activated flesh and blood of the seven giant beetles for himself. Another wizard with a level-three honor medal took the activated flesh and blood corpses of more than seven fluorescent green Amonro.

The remaining resources were then plundered by a group of low-level demon hunters, who fought and snatched them away.

Green acquired a fluorescent green Amonro activated corpse's flesh and blood, a small vial of blood-malignant moss experimental specimens, and seven or eight mystery stones.

The Enigma Stone is a round, gray stone containing enigmatic energy born from the influence of the rules of the Shadow Enigma world, and is roughly similar to the Philosopher's Stone.

After collecting their spoils, Green and Millie removed their battered elemental magic and fought side by side, their eyes gleaming as they watched the demon hunters scatter.

Having a medal of honor definitely has many benefits!

Medals of Honor represent recognition for a Witcher's significant contribution to changing the outcome of the expedition to another world. Even the lowest-ranking Level 3 Medal of Honor signifies that the Witcher must have changed the course of a local battle during the Witcher Expedition at some point, mitigating the Witcher Legion's enormous losses and playing a crucial role in the overall battle.

For example, if Green could destroy the two remaining enigmatic castles of Amonro's strategic weapons at this moment, he could have a Level 3 Honor Medal imprinted on his soul after returning to the Seventh Ring Tower.

In addition to this, there is another way to obtain the Medal of Honor: kill World Guardians to accumulate Wizard Will.

Medals of Honor not only enhance one's dominance in the Demon Hunting Expedition, but also strengthen the protection of the Wizarding World's fundamental rules, solidifying the Wizard's Shield's defensive capabilities.

For example, the demon hunter who just received the third-level honor medal gained far more benefits than the lower-level demon hunters in Green's group.

Thus, deep down, Green couldn't help but feel a certain longing for the Medal of Honor.

"Grin, now that we've destroyed one of the orbital cannon mission targets, let's go retrieve the soul seeds that are parasitizing the soul slaves. If this goes on for too long, the soul seeds will inevitably start to dissipate," Millie said, turning to Grin.

Green nodded.

"Well, the directions in which our soul servant corpses fell weren't too different. Moreover, that area is located at the front line of the space fortress and the Amonro Legion. The ground defenses of Amonro have been almost completely destroyed by the Ming Wizard Legion's giant cannons. In addition, with the dark wizards who were the first to drop in, there shouldn't be too much trouble."

Later, Green and Millie separated.

With each stride covering four or five meters, Green, wand in hand, moved discreetly and quickly across the ground, following the direction he sensed the soul seed.

Huge fire pits would appear out of nowhere on the ground around them from time to time. These were elemental craters left behind by the dark wizards after they landed on the ground. At the same time, a large number of low-level Amonro corpses would be found nearby.

On the ravaged land, corpses lay strewn everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, and mournful howls swept by the wind, as if the entire earth was weeping. The many strange, fleshy structures of the Amonro tribe on the ground were either burning, razed to the ground, or leaning precariously; every piece of land bore the marks of blood, the witnesses to slaughter and destruction.

From the perspective of these lowly Amonro, this is a world in the apocalypse, where a race from another world is wreaking havoc and destroying the beautiful and peaceful world of Amonro.

Puff, puff.

As he walked, Green saw two low-level Amonroes that had hidden themselves after being discovered. With a casual strike, the two Amonroes vanished into thin air due to the spatial fluctuations.

Green continued his rapid journey across the cratered and broken land, traversing one area after another shrouded in smoke and poisonous gas. His entire journey was not interrupted by the casual killing of low-level creatures.

Ok?

Suddenly, Green sensed a group of low-level Amonro rushing toward him from a distance of about a thousand meters away. There were about a thousand of them, and they were all Golden Amonro without the ability to fly.

Looking up at the sky, Green saw a demon hunter wizard standing on the head of a gigantic water elemental python, over thirty meters long, chasing after him.

Stopping in his tracks, Grimm waved his wand, and in the blink of an eye, six crimson fireballs appeared at the tip of the wand. The fireballs were only the size of a fist, resembling children chasing and playing with each other. With another wave of the wand, the six fireballs shot out with a whoosh, exploding directly in front of the fleeing group of Amonro, sending waves of fire spreading.

Hmm hmm hmm hmm...

A sinister laugh echoed from afar.

The wizard on the giant water elemental python saw his prey being blocked by Green. After a low laugh, he fired a barrage of water arrows, causing massive casualties among the golden Amonro, whose resistance to water elemental energy was extremely low.

A moment later, Green and the unfamiliar dark wizard joined forces and slaughtered most of the nearly one thousand low-level creatures, with only a few Amonroes scattered and disappearing to who knows where.

After exchanging a few polite words, the two parted ways in different directions, and Green's progress in collecting despair increased considerably.

Now, with the rampage and destruction caused by the dark wizards, the scattered low-level Amonroes are being killed and used to collect despair, and their numbers are dwindling.

The five corpses of the Devouring Demons fell directly below the battlefield between the Wizard Slave Monster Legion and the Shadow Army of Amonro. So, Green was heading back. The Ming Wizard Group in the distant sky resembled a ferocious giant shark, constantly chasing and devouring countless small fish around it.

If this continues...

Given this situation, it may not be long before the Shadow Legion of Amonro collapses completely. Right now, they are merely using their sheer numbers to hold off the Ming Wizard Legion and delay their defeat.

As they drew closer to the ground beneath the main battlefield, the craters of the elemental meteors dropped by the Dark Wizards became increasingly dense, along with the growing number of low-level Amonro corpses and numerous corpses of wizard soul slave monsters that had fallen from the sky.

At this moment, Green had no choice but to control the forces of nature and fly his body at low altitude across this nightmare carpet of blood and corpses.

Thus, Green couldn't help but wonder, if this wizarding expedition to hunt demons failed and the Amonro clan became powerful, then in the distant future, would this region's status in the world of Shadow Enigma be equivalent to the Mountain Range of Human Will in the Wizarding World?

Both are ancient battlefields created by the pioneers of their races in order to perpetuate their racial will.

In that distant future, will an old Amonro fly over here with a young Amonro, pointing to the enormous skeletons of wizard slave monsters and explaining that these were the minions and slaves controlled by evil wizards, and that the great ancient Amonro had only managed to defeat them after a bloody battle...?

Shaking his head, Green said coldly, "Such a thing is impossible."

It wasn't just Grimm who was wandering the ground battlefield, searching for the soul seeds on the corpses of his soul servants. Other parachuted demon hunters were doing the same thing, constantly moving across the ground battlefield, replacing the almost endless number of low-level Amonroes that once roamed the ground.

Those low-level Amonroes have now become part of the endless sea of ​​corpses on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the elite dark wizards who had been parachuted in earlier left this carpet of corpses and wreaked havoc on the resistance against the wizards in other regions.

Every now and then, wizard slave monsters would fall from the sky overhead. The wandering dark wizards would not even glance at them, letting some of the slave monsters that were not completely dead struggle and wail in their final moments, casting a shadow over this nightmarish sea of ​​corpses.

However, if some white-skinned enigmatic Amonro or a high-ranking Amonro riding a war beast falls and happens not to be completely dead, the nearby dark wizards would not mind casting another spell on them.

Ok?

The corpse of this wizard's soul slave monster...

Green suddenly stopped, his magic surging, and he used his mental power to carefully sense the corpse of the giant eagle, which was over twenty meters long. It seemed that there was something different about this seemingly ordinary corpse on the carpet of blood.

A moment later, Green's body trembled, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

This feeling is indeed an activation of the physical body; that feeling is correct!

The so-called activated biological body refers to the body of an organism that can generate a wonderful potential on its own. After the body dies, the cells will devour each other for a period of time to extend their own life.

However, generally speaking, it is difficult to detect any difference in a living creature with an active body unless a wizard conducts a special test.

For dark wizards and black wizards, a large amount of activated flesh and blood is the first condition for creating synthetic beasts, and its value is traded in wizard essence.

To everyone's surprise, Green snapped his fingers and summoned Little Eight. Beneath the Mask of Truth, a pair of slightly excited eyes appeared as he said, "Let's work together to open a larger dimensional rift and store this big guy inside."

A dimensional gap exceeding ten meters, even for a moment, would be a considerable burden on Green's memory, which is built up over two hundred years of life experience. Green alone could not bear it.

"Hmm? Hahaha, this is... not bad luck, such a large piece of activated flesh, enough for early-stage synthetic beast experiments."

After Green and Little Eight had managed to stuff the giant eagle's carcass into the dimensional rift, Green, whose head was feeling a bit dizzy, suddenly froze. A witch covered in blood-red moss was curled up and trembling.

Although it did not die, judging from its constantly depleting magic power and its final struggle, it was not far from death.

(End of this chapter)