Wizard's Journey

Chapter 2078 Dimensional Battle (Part 2)

On the surface, one is shrouded in surging black mist, while the other is filled with rampant white mist, both spreading outwards from their respective portal strongholds.

However, the reality is not like that.

On the side of the Abyss Demons, although the Abyss Cities varied in location, most of them had not left the Abyss Demon Mist. The numerous Demon Ancestors led countless Abyss Dragons and Abyss Demons, surging towards one Dimensional Forgotten Stronghold after another. In the face of a truly civilized and powerful army, guided by the Abyss Demons, even if these strongholds were strong, they were nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

At most, it will only bring more corpses of abyssal dragons to this desolate and empty illusory world.

The Abyss Demons are characterized by their inability to engage in scheming with any hostile creatures. Therefore, they have never intended to play any tricks or schemes with another civilization they have never met, nor have they ever tried to win over these neutral parties.

the other side.

Compared to the abyssal demonic mist that surged out of the piercing gate and expanded aimlessly in all directions, with the abyssal demonic legion killing before the mist itself, this white mist was more like octopus tentacles, rushing directly towards each stronghold rather than spreading slowly and aimlessly, moving at an incredibly fast speed.

The Forgotten Ones of the Dimensional Essence knew their impending doom was near; this was the endless world cleansing their bodies of impurities, allowing the material world to function more efficiently.

But faced with life and death, the Forgotten Ones refused to surrender. They were fully armed and ready for battle, waiting for the enemy's attack from within the white mist.

However, after a few breaths, all that remained was white mist; there was nothing there, no enemy whatsoever.

A grotesque monster, drooling and covered in stark white bone spikes, opened its chest, from which a green head slowly emerged. After sniffing twice, it shrieked hoarsely, "This white mist is highly poisonous!"

After saying that, the little green head instantly went to his chest.

After a deep roar, the monstrous creature covered in bone spurs, like an ugly hedgehog standing up, unleashed a wave of energy that spread out from its body with a "hum," like countless needles weaving through the creature.

"Awaken!"

This was a demonic dragon of blue flames. Its blue flames spewed out white mist in all directions. Wherever the flames passed, the white mist was completely eroded. Then, its fiery wings flapped repeatedly, and blue flame light waves formed an absolute domain thousands of meters wide. Its narrowed eyes surveyed the surroundings with a chilling gaze.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The other monsters also unleashed their power, and amidst their relentless bombardment, large swaths of white mist were dispersed and purified. This continued for quite some time until the monsters' aimless attacks gradually ceased. Apart from the endless white mist that filled the sky and the earth, the place remained eerily silent.

The Forgotten Ones gradually gathered together, gazing at each other, each able to sense the fear of this unknown power emanating from the other.

"Huh? What's this?!"

A lightning-attribute monster, resembling a bird-man, wielded a short hammer. Flashes of electricity crackled and popped all over its body. To its surprise, it discovered that small, golden mushroom-like things were growing on its body, and they were multiplying.

This is not an isolated phenomenon; similar phenomena have also appeared on the skin of other amnesiacs.

Whether they were elemental creatures, flesh-and-blood creatures, or even rare creatures governed by rules, pale white enoki mushrooms, one or two centimeters tall, were growing on their bodies, and they were multiplying rapidly, densely packed together. The monsters were completely unaware of this, and the unknown, which they feared more than death, spread with terror.

Finally, some people couldn't bear the psychological pressure any longer. If it were death after a fierce battle, the Forgotten Ones wouldn't be afraid, but this unknown waiting was causing them to gradually break down and flee in droves.

Regardless, we must find a way out first!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Although some insisted on staying behind, most of the Forgotten Ones ignored them and fled in all directions, hoping to escape the white fog as soon as possible.

There was nothing but white fog, a deathly silence.

Among the fugitives was a monster resembling a combination of a steel mane and a lion, constantly emitting "humph" and "humph" sounds. Its body was covered with densely packed short enoki mushrooms. It had tried every method, but injuring these enoki mushrooms was as painful as cutting off its own limbs, as if these enoki mushrooms were an integral part of its body.

As the number of these enoki mushrooms increased, it seemed that the body's energy was being continuously drained, making it weaker and weaker.

Unable to contain its true form any longer, it continued to expand, and this expansion created growth gaps for the enoki mushrooms, which then sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

After flying aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, the monster, which was over a thousand meters long, was completely covered with golden enoki mushrooms and crashed heavily onto the vast expanse of white bones.

It kept convulsing, but became increasingly weak.

After some time, beneath the dense cluster of enoki mushrooms, a frantic contraction and writhing occurred, much like the irregularly twisted monster that Grimm had seen at the exit of the portal. The monster writhed its irregular body, absorbing all the nutrients it could find around it, before roaring silently and exploding into a shower of dust with a "bang," becoming part of the white mist.

Among the monsters that remained entrenched in their positions was a strange creature resembling a wizard, who focused on studying the relationships between creatures, the characteristics of their abilities, and so on.

These hordes of monsters, clustered together, constantly drove away the nearby white mist, yet they could not escape the erosion, causing golden enoki mushrooms to grow.

Although they were much slower than the fleeing people, everyone seemed to have already foreseen the tragic scene that was about to unfold, and their expressions were solemn.

The researcher, resembling an old goat, wearing black-rimmed glasses, is observing the characteristics of these enoki mushrooms.

After a while, the old goat murmured, "We are in its stomach. These white mists are actually countless cells. Each cell has nerve perception, the ability to think for itself, muscle fibers, and the ability to digest! After they enter the body, they are like a malignant cancer, deceiving our body's immune perception ability, then infinitely dividing and replicating, and finally completely replacing us and becoming part of it."

"Can't we kill them?"

Even this puppet has enoki mushrooms growing on its body.

"In fact, we are killing them one after another, but apart from a few special races, our own destructive power can never compare to the energy that death can provide."

The goat's explanation plunged everyone into despair. A three-headed cuckoo bird protested, "If we can maintain this stalemate, we can last for at least a thousand years. Is there any way to stop the white mist invading our bodies?"

"The endless worlds are interconnected and mutually restraining. There must be a solution, but it's not something we can find in such a short time."

Then, the old goat closed his eyes and said heavily, "Besides, these things clearly have more than just this much ability..."

As if in response to the old goat's words, one after another distorted, grotesque shape appeared in the high-altitude mist. These shapes then continued to piece together and combine, growing larger and larger.

Amidst the desperate counterattacks of the many forgotten ones below, a "thud" resounded as it fell upon the white, bone-strewn earth. After a brief writhing motion, it began to shrink continuously, gradually evaporating into mist and merging into the air, becoming part of the countless, endlessly drifting, pan-conscious cells.

(End of this chapter)