Wizard's Journey

Chapter 2023 Abyss Battlefield (Forty-Eight)

At the central battlefield, no Abyss Demons have yet entered.

"Hey Blackie, are we going out or not? The Second Wizard King isn't giving us any specific instructions, just telling all the True Spirit Sovereigns to guard the Eternal Sky City and act as they see fit. What does that mean?"

At the edge of Eternal Sky City, Little Emperor and Magic Doll, two inconspicuous little guys, gazed at the vast battlefield, still treating it like a game, as if they were children who would never grow up.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble...

Explosions were incessant, including the spread of various bombs, energy shockwaves from various weapons, spatial disturbances caused by all sorts of strange abilities, and energy bursts from true spirit wizards, all dazzling the senses.

However, from the macro perspective of the Eternal Sky City, within the vast void, countless abyssal dragons and abyssal monsters surround it from all directions. A massive defensive system, composed of spatial fortresses as points and countless demon hunter armies as surfaces, forms the protective shield of the Eternal Sky City, protecting it.

Click! Click! Click...

The Eternal Sky City is changing almost constantly. Energy secondary cannons slowly rise from the surface of its steel skin, and huge metal cannon barrels slowly extend. As its internal structure is constantly optimized and adjusted, this metal continent is becoming more and more like a human body. After separating into hands, feet and four limbs, it gradually stands up from its curled-up form.

"That old metal guy is nowhere near as good as Green. Anyway, we haven't been assigned any specific areas to be responsible for, so let's just stay here and play around."

As the doll remained unresponsive, the soil beneath its feet began to rise amidst the heavy metallic scraping sounds of "boom" and "crack." As a huge hole gradually appeared, a metal cannon barrel with a diameter of 100 meters slowly extended out. Little Emperor and the doll simply sat idly on the edge of the rising cannon barrel.

"Alright, hahaha! But look, even those old guys who've stepped into their coffins have left. Is this really a good idea? It feels a little sinister. How about I conjure up a void fleet out of thin air to make up the numbers?"

Little Emperor muttered to himself, then raised his little hand and pointed to the vast void ahead.

Manipulated by the magical power of infinite microscopic and quantum computing technology, one after another streamlined void motherships, each two kilometers long, appeared, filled with intelligent metal robots, and surged toward the battlefield. But in the face of the vast battlefield, they were still just a drop in the ocean.

As the history of the Third Civilization War recedes into the distance, the assimilation of the new humans and wizards becomes increasingly indistinguishable. People seem to have forgotten that tiny figure who brought nightmares to wizards during the Third Civilization War, the Vatti Quantum Light, who could not be an exaggeration to call the ancestor of the new humans.

Just as the two little ones were about to finish their business and go play in the back, suddenly, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, three crystal coffins appeared above their heads at the same time, and the sealed wizards inside were none other than the previous first-ring True Spirit Wizard, the second-ring True Spirit Wizard, and the clone of Prometheus.

Three crystal coffins hovered above the heads of Little Emperor and the Demon Doll. A three-meter-tall, perfectly sculpted clone of Prometheus said, "You two come with me to provide support. There's a rather troublesome opponent!"

"what?"

Little Emperor pouted and said, "Aren't the three of you enough? Do you have to add the two of us too? And how long will it take for your true form to unlock full battle mode? Just unlock 100% battle mode already and sweep the battlefield! Tell the World Tree to pull the other True Spirit Wizards back!"

Little Emperor rattled off a whole bunch of things in one breath, and reluctantly followed the three crystal coffins into the battlefield with the Demon Doll.

Rumble...

The surging, overwhelming demonic energy of the abyss was far purer than anywhere else on the battlefield, making it terrifyingly chilling.

On this very battlefield, the second-generation Wizard King, wearing the Mask of Truth, stood atop the Coffin of Hope super robot. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the Decepticons, Megatron Destroyer, and a few Prometheus Crystal Coffin clones, burning with raging metallic flames, joined forces to fight against an unprecedentedly terrifying Aspectless Demon Ancestor, but they were still at a disadvantage. In shock and horror, they sent a message to the headquarters of Eternal Sky City.

With a single punch, the one-armed, pitch-black shadow, only a hundred meters long, slammed into the chest of the Coffin of Hope super robot. The super robot's death ray was mercilessly deflected, and with a deafening explosion, twisted metal cracks spread wildly from the one-armed shadow.

The dark gray death ray swept across the distant void battlefield, instantly turning both wizard legions and abyssal monsters into dry powder.

The Coffin of Hope super robot lost its balance and stumbled backward. Decepticon, whose half-body was twisted and rapidly repairing itself, and Megatron, who had just recovered from his own injuries, rushed into the demonic energy one after the other. With another series of loud "booms", a few moments later, Decepticon was torn in half and thrown out. It seemed that Megatron could not possibly last long either.

"This must be one of the three legendary progenitors of the Abyss World. Only those three progenitors could explain the power of this pain!"

The surface of the crystal coffin was covered with cracks, and the voice of the Prometheus clone inside was heavy.

This unprecedented and terrifying enemy is far too powerful. It didn't use any other means at all, but simply tore apart all enemies with its true form, forming an absolute crushing force!

Beside him, with a loud "bang," the second-generation Wizard King seized the Book of Destiny and angrily declared, "As a race that is challenging fate, we certainly cannot cast curses of destiny."

After carefully putting away the "Art of Destiny," the Second Wizarding King, wielding the Staff of Truth and using elemental teleportation, said, "This one-armed progenitor's pure attack power is between 500 million and 5000 million degrees. In a direct confrontation, no one in the current wizarding world could possibly stand against him. Even the First Wizarding King and the previous Dark Wizarding King probably couldn't match him in this aspect. Given enough time, it would be entirely possible for him to completely shatter a small world!"

After a pause, the second-generation Wizard King said, "We have no choice but to fight to the death using advanced spacetime sealing techniques!"

The powerful Prometheus reacted fiercely, shouting, "Have you considered the consequences of a failed sealing spell and the resulting magical backlash? This level of sealing isn't just a simple magical backlash; it could very well cause a violent upheaval in the omnipotent soul's life force and a split in its will. As one of the oldest wizards in the wizarding world, your omnipotent soul isn't as abundant as you might imagine!"

(End of this chapter)