Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1901 The Child of Chaos (Part 2)

Ten years later.

These legions, dispatched from the wizarding world, finally understood just how brutal the war of civilizations, so often sung by wizards, truly was, and they finally understood why the wizarding world treated the surviving witch hunters with such high regard.

"Why hasn't the Wizarding King appeared yet! The First Wizarding King is in this world. If he had intervened, the consequences of this war would not be like this! Why, why hasn't the First Wizarding King descended? War shouldn't be like this!"

The wizard, whose legs were crushed by the wreckage of a spaceship in the crater ruins, is being rescued by several mechanical golems.

However, the wizard disregarded his own feelings; his will was completely consumed by the war, and he roared in fury.

Not to mention spaceships, countless space fortresses that served as war platforms in the wizarding world have fallen. Even the only two sky cities, or what wizards usually call space-based star destroyers, have lost one. Three True Spirit Wizards have perished, and the number of Saint Mark Wizards is countless.

The war was too brutal, and that Child of Chaos was too powerful!

These chaotic creatures, summoned by the Son of Chaos from the depths of chaos, seemed endless, impossible to kill completely. If the elemental wizards hadn't discovered a way to create an absolute vacuum in a short time using a super barrier to dispel the power of chaos and create large-scale spacetime traps, the situation in this war would have been even more tragic.

As patrolling wizards passed by, the endless expanse of metal debris, the corpses of slave monsters, and the corpses of chaos monsters, along with craters of all sizes, covered everything in sight.

There are far too many crippled wizards like this.

Low-level wizards, even those who have just died, can be perfectly resurrected using the core medical devices of the space fortress, as long as their souls have not yet dissipated or if the souls acquired by high-level wizards still remain. Although the cost is relatively high, it was used quite frequently during times of war. Even the legendary Wizard King was saved in this way during his low-level wizarding days.

It could be said that if that space fortress hadn't saved the Wizard King, there probably wouldn't be the glorious and powerful wizarding world we have today.

Moo!

The slave monster, over thirty meters long and resembling a giant bull, let out a low growl.

The demon hunters, who were also aware of the danger, immediately adopted the best defensive stance. A few kilometers ahead was a True Spirit Crater, where the violent power of the rules lingered and clashed fiercely with the power of chaos. Therefore, this place was also a frequent target of attacks by chaotic creatures and one of the most dangerous areas for demon hunters to patrol.

Sure enough, a long tongue attacked from the depths of chaos.

The wizards retreated immediately, protecting themselves layer upon layer and making other preparations, including issuing a battle alarm.

Meanwhile, the metal robots, mechanical puppets, and slave monsters swarmed forward, charging fearlessly toward the chaotic tongue, completely disregarding what kind of terrifying monster might be hidden behind the chaotic mist.

This is how low-level wizards survive.

It wasn't that these wizards were cowardly, but rather that on such a battlefield of civilizational warfare, the probability of lower-level creatures encountering higher-level creatures was far too high. Before having any certainty of victory, survival was the primary concern, while annihilating the enemy became secondary.

This is true for low-level battlefields, but it's a different story for high-level battlefields.

"A battle that lasted a full twenty years—could his power be like that of the Wizard King, blessed with a perpetual motion machine, making his power inexhaustible?"

The True Spirit Wizard's aura was disordered. He stared at the unparalleled Child of Chaos in the center of his mind, his lips twitching as he muttered to himself.

Beside the True Spirit Wizard, the True Spirit Wizard of the Round Circle, burning with raging metallic flames, was also in poor condition. Even the Coffin of Hope super robot, which was still fighting, was battered and bruised. If it weren't for its enormous size and its status as a puppet controlled by metallic fire, any other metal destroyer or flesh and blood elemental creature would probably have been torn to pieces long ago.

"It's probably related to the special rules of the power of chaos. Before we fully understand the true nature of the rules of chaos, such an attack is indeed a bit reckless."

Amidst the deep voice of the True Spirit Wizard, on the other side, the black flames soaring into the sky unleashed unparalleled and boundless power, rising into the heavens!

As if squeezed slowly from the depths of his throat, the hunched-over Black Rope, kneeling on the ground, let out a high-pitched roar filled with boundless fighting spirit, as the black nectar from the Infernal Furnace slid from his shoulder: "Nightmare Power, Avici Hell!"

hum...

Centered on Hexor, the earth suddenly melted into a boundless black ocean.

A raging black fireball shot into the sky and crashed down on the Chaos Child in the suit and collar high in the air.

"What a powerful monster! This is so exciting! It's been so long since I've experienced such a thrilling battle! Only in battles like this, only through victories achieved in such battles, can I prove the meaning of my life! Hahahaha!"

A hearty, unrestrained laugh.

The black fireball of the Abyss is over 100,000 meters in diameter, which is larger than the three largest space fortresses in the Wizarding World standing side by side.

However, behind this well-dressed Child of Chaos, hundreds of black discs appeared instantly, as if summoned by a transdimensional barrier. With a casual sweep of his hand, each black disc unleashed tens of thousands of chaotic shockwaves, meeting the vast and imposing black fireball.

The black fireball is getting slower and slower.

"Chaotic Irradiation!"

An indiscriminate, massive-scale attack emanating from the Child of Chaos.

This was not the first time the Chosen Ones had released their power. Only a very small number of wizard legions that accidentally fell within the edge of the Chaos Radiation were turned into wisps of Chaos Mist. Meanwhile, the Chaos creatures within the Chaos Radiation experienced an astonishing increase in strength in a very short time!

In contrast, the black fireball of the Infernal Purgatory was diluted by most of its intensity, even revealing the pitch-black furnace beneath.

"Seventeen-Element Dark Matter Cannon!"

One of the Skynet True Spirit Wizards under the command of the First True Spirit Wizard actually launched a perfect sneak attack at this moment, but what he was met with was a backhand flick from the Child of Chaos.

With a "bang," the Skynet True Spirit Wizard transformed into a metal destroyer, instantly shattering into pieces before reassembling hundreds of thousands of meters away.

With just one hand, and with a loud "bang," the Child of Chaos actually caught the Infernal Furnace!

"hiss……"

The strength of this Child of Chaos seems to be inexhaustible and limitless. Apart from being restricted by the location of the Chaos Power, it has no flaws. It is simply a flawless life form.

The Infernal Furnace flashed and reappeared on Blackrock's shoulder. With the same "thump," Blackrock knelt down on one knee.

"Huh? It's the Wizard King!"

At this moment, as if sensing something, several True Spirit Wizards looked towards the horizon with mixed joy and surprise. Amidst the interplay of light and darkness and the "crackling" of elemental teleportation, Green, wielding the Staff of Truth Balance and carrying Little Eight on his shoulder, traversed the battlefield at full speed, heading straight for the center of the battlefield, where each of the suit-wearing leaders was a Chaos Child!

"Be careful, this wizard is different!"

In response to the reminder from the Daughter of Chaos, the Son of Chaos smiled excitedly and said with great enthusiasm, "Indeed, it's different."

however!

Contrary to everyone's expectations of an extraordinary and earth-shattering battle, and even the Child of Chaos was already prepared for combat, Grimm, who was rushing to the battlefield at full speed, sensed the will emanating from a higher-dimensional being and, the instant he reached the center of the battlefield, spoke in the language of Chaos: "Father's greatest pride was having a son who obeyed his will, so that in his old age, when he was too old and lonely to fulfill his own will, he would have a son to continue to fulfill his will! The eagle has grown up, and now the eagle is old; he misses his son!"

Silence, an eerily quiet silence.

The Chaos Child, dressed in a suit and tie, was stunned, as was the Chaos Daughter standing to the side. The overwhelming Chaos creatures and wizard legions had become nothing more than background noise.

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

A moment later, incredulously, the previously invincible and unrivaled Son of Chaos was moved by Green's sudden words and stood there, his eyes gradually welling up with tears.

"What have I been trying to prove all these years for?! It's just to make my father proud! Waaaaaah... Father! Ah..."

The Son of Chaos, accompanied by the Daughter of Chaos, rushed towards the solitary, contemplative Chaos Sleeper in his Bubble Dragon Pajamas, gradually fading and disappearing.

On this vast battlefield, in such a dramatic fashion, one chaotic creature after another vanished from existence, disappearing before the demon hunters who were fiercely fighting just moments before.

Not only is the chaotic mist dissipating, but the entire chaotic world seems to be collapsing little by little!

Huff, huff, huff, huff...

All the wizards looked incredulously at the first Wizarding King, who was slightly out of breath.

This is simply a miracle! Although it's an illusion, it's so bizarre and incredible that it defies description.

This is simply beyond the realm of profound truth; it must be a power that only gods in legend possess!

"Holy crap, really? That higher-dimensional being wanted to use you to tell this chaotic creature all this?"

Little Eight exclaimed in surprise, "Damn it, so many of our wizards have died because of just one sentence! Aren't those higher-dimensional creatures being a bit too bored? How can we fight a dimensional war like this?"

"No, the Child of Chaos is merely his imagined rule. He wants to use us, within the endless dimensional box of worlds, to tell other higher-dimensional beings this... wait, no, there's more!"

And so, amidst the silent stares and bewildered glances of the many True Spirit Wizards and Holy Mark Wizards, Green suddenly closed his eyes again, as if engaging in a spiritual communion.

Ten years later.

In the world of Vanta, which has now completely restored its former rules, Grimm suddenly opened his tri-colored eyes.

"There are no victors in war, only orphans and widows."

Just like the moment of tranquil enlightenment he once had in the world of the Tricksters, Green was now filled with shock!

"This is completely contrary to the cruel rules of the Endless World! Could it be that the endless, cruel wars of the Endless World are merely experiments conducted by the creator of the box, a way of telling his fellow beings of the same dimension, a mockery of war?"

grunt.

Green swallowed hard and said, "If that's really the case... the opposite, the opposite rules, everything is reversed... the dimensional gaps are reversed, the lower dimensions are reversed!"

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P.S.: Now, the book's basic theme has been fully revealed. Only the ending of the story and the book's ultimate creative foundation remain. Hopefully, you can now understand a little about why the rules governing dimensional gaps were created in that way. Those interested can look for examples of opposite dimensional gap phenomena. (*^__^*) Hehe…

(End of this chapter)