Wizard's Journey

Chapter 2038 Abyss Battlefield (Sixty-Three)

With its omnipotent soul and immense life force, it would be utterly impossible for it to casually crush the Formless Demon Ancestor like those low-level demons.

Whether it's the One-Armed Holy Body Progenitor or the current Metal True Form of the Eternal Sky City, Prometheus, although both possess extraordinary power, the maximum attack they can inflict on the rulers is at most to kill them once and then restore them with the Omnipotent Soul, and then continue this cycle indefinitely until the Omnipotent Soul is exhausted.

Based on the principle that it's better to cut off one finger than to injure all ten, Prometheus naturally set his sights on the strongest of the eight Demon Ancestors, the Tyrant Demon Ancestor!

He took a big step back in the void. The spatial distance that was transformed would take these demon ancestors about 50 sand seconds to get close. Pumirosius looked at these demon ancestors who continued to stubbornly charge forward. All they could detect was his insignificant metallic body on his front abdomen.

It only occupies one-thousandth of its own body area, yet it is courting death.

At this moment, Prometheus felt the wizards within his body as if they were familiar with his own blood cells. The information he saw was transmitted to the wizards within his body, and the next moment, the secondary artillery group, under the command of a higher level of vision, erupted with a series of booms. The blocking angles of the secondary artillery were interlocked, causing these demon ancestors to appear quite disheveled and exhausted in dealing with the situation.

During this time, the large metal hand suddenly reappeared from the depths of the void and darkness.

"Be careful!"

The rapidly increasing spatial and temporal pressure made the two locked-on demon ancestors feel as if they were facing a life-or-death crisis. Among them, the demon ancestor with a thousand-meter true body was obviously much more agile. With a "whoosh", it rushed at an astonishing speed. After it barely escaped the coverage of the metal continent, the strong spatial and temporal pressure storm even scratched its skin.

Looking back, one could barely see another Demon Ancestor who had activated his ten-thousand-meter true form being slapped out of sight by the metal continent and sent to the edge of the void.

With such a powerful impact, even if the Demon Ancestor were to activate his complete true form, it would inevitably consume his omnipotent soul, which was at the level of death recovery.

However, before this demon ancestor, who had narrowly escaped death, could even show a hint of relief, the metal continent that had been suspended in the void suddenly flipped over. In horror and terror, the demon ancestor turned to flee, but was overtaken by the metal continent, which was many times faster than him. With a "snap," amidst the terrifying spatial and temporal pressure, he was pressed against the surface of the metal continent for a fleeting moment, and then with a "whoosh," as the metal continent slowed down, the demon ancestor was propelled into the depths of the void by the force of the impact.

The force of the impact on its body was so strong that the thousand-meter-long true form of the Abyss Demon was gradually compressed into less than a hundred meters with "crack" and "crack".

The body's surface cells are constantly collapsing. In order to prevent this collapse from spreading into the body and causing a death-level depletion of the omnipotent soul, it must constantly repair the body's surface cells with the omnipotent soul. However, with this continuous accumulation, the depletion of the omnipotent soul is almost equivalent to dying once.

call out!

The vast void was being swiftly traversed by itself, and the spacetime tremors along the way easily killed innocent little wizards nearby. It then arrived at the front line of the battle between the Abyss Dragon Legion and the Demon Hunter Wizard Legion. A spatial fortress was affected after it slid over from a thousand meters away, and the wizard's shield distorted like a distorted bubble, with the metal at the edges melting.

"what……"

The most tragic figure is the Formless Demon Ancestor who is currently casting the Abyss Summoning.

A continuous stream of abyssal dragons poured out from the portal ahead, supplying the abyssal legion that was fighting the demon hunter wizards on the front lines. They let out a savage and chilling laugh. However, the next moment, before there was any time to react, the portal was smashed to pieces with a "bang". Immediately afterwards, the ancient demon's vision went black, and the life consciousness of its shattered body gradually dissipated.

Along the way, he wrecked two more Abyss battleships, and even the Abyss City behind the Abyss Legion gradually disappeared from sight. The force attached to this Formless Demon Ancestor was finally gradually worn away. "Cough cough cough," he coughed up blood from his huge mouth with fangs on his chest. He knelt in the void, looked around at the empty void, and sensed the energy fluctuations in the distance. His mouth was bitter.

He himself had been directly ejected from the battlefield to the outermost area of ​​this war of civilizations. At such a distance, even if he traveled back, he didn't know how much Abyss Blood it would take.

In the distance, countless void worms surged, for the energy fluctuations here were the nourishment they craved most.

the other side.

After focusing his energy on slapping away one of the Formless Demon Ancestors, he half-turned and flung another Demon Ancestor who had dodged into the vast dark void. With fewer and fewer poisonous bees in front of him, Prometheus swung his other hand and swept it across again, achieving the same result. With a "smack," he slapped away another Formless Demon Ancestor.

And so, the number of followers around the Demon Ancestor of Calamity dwindled, and just as he was about to reach the surface of the Eternal Sky City, the metal continent that was already within reach suddenly blurred again, appearing in the gray void at the edge of his vision. He felt like an ant, being toyed with by this incomprehensible unknown power.

Feeling the ever-increasing pressure of spacetime around them, the macaque on their shoulder squeaked uneasily. The Demon Ancestor of Calamity comforted them by gently holding and stroking the macaque in his hands. His slow movements were filled with tenderness, and the macaque, enjoying the sensation, even showed obedience with its snake-like tail.

suddenly!

After the macaque completely relaxed, the Demon Ancestor of Calamity suddenly threw it into its massive maw with fangs with a "crunch." Before the macaque could react, the Demon Ancestor chewed and crushed it, juices spilling out, and said with immense sorrow, "I can no longer protect you. You will become a part of my body!"

Then, the Demon Ancestor of Calamity opened his arms. In his endless despair, he no longer intended to make any more futile resistance. He stood there fearlessly, welcoming the impending attack and preparing to suffer the same fate as the other Demon Ancestors.

however……

"what!"

However, as the two metal continents were firmly attached to his true body, the process did not continue, nor did he experience the imagined scene of being swatted away. The immense pain his true body endured caused the Demon Ancestor of Calamity to roar instinctively, turning fantasy into reality.

What exactly happened?!

Prometheus, in his Eternal Sky City metal form, carefully pinched the Demon Ancestor of Calamity between his thumb and forefinger and slowly rubbed it. The Demon Ancestor's true form would not be killed so easily. Prometheus could clearly sense the subtle changes between his fingers, as if they were his own skin, including the struggle of the Demon Ancestor of No Form between his fingers, the slight pain and itchiness. All of this was transmitted to his consciousness through the rules.

The true form of the Eternal Sky City is not an outer shell of steel armor; it is a metallic true body, an expansion and extension of Prometheus's consciousness!

"hehe……"

Extremely satisfied with his experiment, he smiled slightly. As Prometheus increased the force of his index finger and thumb, a "poof" sound came from the feeling of his carapace being crushed. He opened his palm and rubbed it casually a couple of times. The remnant of the Sovereign stuck to his fingers disappeared in a daze. At the same time, the Demon Ancestor of Calamity was reborn intact in the nearby void.

At this moment, the Demon Ancestor of Calamity clearly knew what he was about to face: true despair.

The wizards did not intend to treat it like other demons, swatting it away and driving it out of the central battlefield. Instead, they planned to exhaust their omnipotent souls time and time again, until they were completely reduced to history.

Tragically, they didn't even know what kind of enemy they were facing.

(End of this chapter)