Wizard's Journey

Chapter 2041 Abyss Battlefield (Sixty-Six)

The second-generation Wizard King, who was wreaking havoc on the outermost battlefield of the sixth level, naturally heard Prometheus's call through the Skynet messages.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the chaotic battle between robots infected by the radiation of the metal fire and the horde of abyssal dragons. At this moment, the second-generation Wizard King was sitting on a sharp barb on the head of a super metal robot in the Abyss City. This so-called barb was once the antenna used by the Abyss City to communicate with the distant space-time infected world of the abyss, to establish their coordinates and to transmit abyssal demonic energy.

However, at this moment, it became the Heavenly Eye through which the second-generation Wizard King peered into the mysteries of the Abyss.

"Hehehehe, hehehehehehe!"

Through the power of truth, the second Wizard King let out an uncontrollable burst of joyful laughter, laughing with such excitement.

The world that the second-generation Wizard King was seeing at this moment was a relatively famous world in the ancient wizarding world cluster that had been invaded and polluted by the Abyss World Cluster!

Compared to the Sky City or the Space Star Destroyer War Platform in the Wizarding World, the City of the Abyss is on the same level in terms of volume. Now, after being corroded by the Metal Seed of the Second Wizard King, this super robot has replaced the Coffin of Hope and become the Second Wizard King's powerful assistant. Although it is not as thick and solid as the Coffin of Hope, it is more ferocious and exposed, like a hedgehog covered with thorns.

To the left and right of the second-generation Wizard King stood a dozen or so super robots from the abyss, ranging from tens of thousands of meters in height, guarding him. Their joints and energy cannons were ablaze with metallic flames as they surveyed the surroundings. As for the tens of thousands of airship-class robots of the next level, there was no need to go into detail.

"So, how does the Eternal Sky City, in its 100% battle mode, compare to that Abyss Ancestor? If we add another Ancestor to the mix, what are our chances of winning if we combine our powers?"

The second-generation Wizard King was not satisfied with wreaking havoc on the battlefield of the radiation-contaminated Abyss City. If given enough time, he could have continuously changed battlefields, radiating and contaminating all the Abyss Cities one by one, thus destroying all the war platforms deployed by the Abyss Demons.

"With a continuous and sufficient energy supply, we can completely suppress this one-armed Holy Body Ancestor. If the two of us join forces, we still have a 60% chance of winning even if we face two ancestors attacking at the same time."

This was not Prometheus's confidence, but the most objective data obtained from calculations by the Skynet, assuming that the strength of the other Abyss Progenitor was roughly the same as that of the One-Armed Holy Body Progenitor.

"Understood. Send the real-time coordinates to Skynet. I'll get there as soon as possible."

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the other side.

It could withstand a single attack from the Eternal Sky City head-on, but it was unable to withstand its continuous true combat mode. Amidst the intense burning of energy shockwaves, the emaciated Abyss Progenitor tried his best to unload all the power exerted by the Eternal Sky City. The surrounding energy shockwaves were also constantly being consumed as they burned.

"kindness!"

After struggling with all his might, the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor finally broke free from the burning range of the remaining shockwave. After gliding in the void for a short while, he slowly stopped covered in black smoke, his charred skin obscuring his original appearance.

A hissing sound came from his mouth, and black smoke billowed out.

The one-armed Holy Body Ancestor sensed his surroundings with his dark face. This place was actually the rear of the Abyss Legion, the place where the low-level Demon Ancestors cast the Abyss Summoning!

"Hungry……"

Hunger overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Every cell was struggling on the verge of death, burdened by the heavy weight of survival and energy depletion. As these cells devoured each other, the One-Armed Holy Body Progenitor became so emaciated that he was almost like a skeleton. Coupled with the continuous repair of his injuries, the crisis of death was imminent...

"roar!"

With a roar of primal desire, the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor opened its massive maw with fangs, its astonishing suction force drawing in everything in the surrounding void. The thirty-meter-long abyssal dragon turned into tiny sparrows, and the metal warship into paper airplanes, all being sucked into the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor's mouth in droves, where it crunched and chewed.

However, to the cells of the One-Armed Holy Body Progenitor who desperately needed to replenish their nutrients, these lower organisms were like garbage, tasting nothing but chewing wax.

No longer satisfied with these lowly creatures, it let out an unconscious roar like a primal monster. With a "whoosh," the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor crossed the void and arrived beside an Ancient Demon of No Form who was still casting Abyss Summoning to maintain the Gate of Time and Space, continuously supplying the Demon Dragon Legion.

Before the ancient demon, whose true form had reached over 500 meters in length, could react, the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor grabbed at the void in front of him. Under the astonishing pressure of spacetime, the ancient demon shrank continuously, its blood and fat overflowing, gradually condensing into a small fleshy ball of five or six meters in length, which was then grabbed by the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor and thrown directly into his mouth.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, like the sound of chewing on crunchy bone, with great relish.

However, the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor was extremely hungry, and the energy he needed to replenish was far too much for one or two world lords to satisfy. Therefore, after devouring the Formless Demon Ancestor like chewing on candy, he became like a ravenous demon, devouring any food that appeared in front of him without mercy!

After a period of time, the emaciated body of the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor was finally replenished, becoming slightly fuller, and he gradually regained some of his senses.

Behind them, the Eternal Sky City Super Robots strode after them.

"It's the Eternal Sky City!"

"Wow……"

The wizards marveled as the metallic continent slowly drifted by. Amidst the convergence of countless SkyNet messages on the vast battlefield, combined with Prometheus's unparalleled and immense will, the secondary artillery on his body erupted incessantly with "boom," "boom," "boom," "boom," wiping out large swathes of the densely packed Abyss Legion with energy shocks.

At the same time, Prometheus also noticed the one-armed progenitor of the Holy Body behind the abyss, who was constantly devouring his own kind.

"kindness!?"

Even Prometheus was momentarily stunned by disbelief.

Although I thought I had some understanding of the Abyss Civilization, their assimilation philosophy considered all worlds polluted by the world as the Abyss World, they called devouring as merging into their own bodies, and a very few Formless Ancient Demons even had the ability to plunder the talents of Devourers, this was the first time I had ever seen Ancient Demons devouring each other directly.

But astonishment aside, the war's overall objective of killing or expelling this one-armed progenitor of the Holy Body will not change in any way.

While on the wizard battlefield, Prometheus was cautious, fearing he might cause widespread casualties among the surrounding wizards, and his speed was relatively slow. However, once he reached the abyss region, he was no longer so lenient. With each step, he was like a Void Worm trampled by the True Spirit Sovereigns. The number of Abyss Demon Ancestors he unintentionally killed was countless. Too many low-level demons were killed like floating particles by the Eternal Sky City's enormous body as it moved forward.

The gradually fuller, one-armed holy body of the progenitor seemed to regain its vitality. Feeling the rising spatial and temporal pressure around him, he turned his head and murmured excitedly, "What exactly are you?"

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PS: Two chapters updated today.

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