Wizard's Journey

Chapter 209 Origin Fortress Base

After a rational analysis, with a flicker of light in his eyes beneath the Mask of Truth, Grimm calmed down and, with several spatial distortions, landed on a towering boulder on the ground of the Shadow World.

This boulder is over a hundred meters high. Due to its constant exposure to humid and high temperatures, as well as the erosion caused by succulent plants, the boulder is smooth and rounded, without any sharp edges, resembling a pebble washed by a riverbed.

Standing atop the giant rock, one can take in the vast expanse of land and sky.

The Fortress of Origin in the Wizarding World is located in the shallow shadows of this world. The light there mainly comes from the ever-shining sun of this world, so it is always bright but not scorching, much like the cloudy and overcast weather of the Wizarding World.

But in the deeper shadowy space around Green and even around the camphor tree, everything became dark and oppressive. All light sources began to appear as fire energy crystals, strange plants, and dim, scattered light in the air, which were almost ubiquitous in this world. The sky was always gloomy and oppressive.

This massive, sky-covering mass of Amonro clouds surged in from the direction of the distant, shallow shadows, its shadow faintly illuminated by distant lights on the horizon, forming a cluster of dark clouds.

Woo-la-la...

As the cluster of dark clouds drew closer, the roaring and surging sound grew stronger, and the unstoppable momentum that seemed to destroy anything that dared to stand in its way became even more overwhelming, like a raging torrent crushing everything in its path.

At first glance, this situation might seem like an attack by the 'brave and fearless' shadow army of Amonro, but the actual situation is...

Green stood atop the boulder, gazing silently at the sky.

The massive army of Amonro shadows surged past, not pausing for even a moment because of Green, this "little bug," but instead flying deeper into the shadowy land with all their might.

Behind them, five spaceships, a legion of thousands of demon hunter wizards, and a legion of thousands of slave monsters followed closely. The demon hunter wizards were like ferocious cheetahs chasing a fawn, opening their fangs and sharp claws, pouncing with all their might.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, the main cannons of the five spaceships once again spewed out disintegration beams. Under the dark red energy beams, large patches of blood mist exploded again from the "unstoppable" Amonro cluster ahead, and hundreds of Amonro mutilated corpses fell. However, the Amonro cluster did not dare to stop at all and flew even more frantically into the depths of the shadows.

Occasionally, within the Ming Wizard Legion, there would be instances of complex spells and magic arrays created by dozens of Ming Wizards, unleashing astonishing energy attacks.

Soon, the two legions flew past Green, one after the other, hundreds of meters above his head, and headed into the distance.

It turns out that the so-called "unstoppable force" of the Amonro Shadow Legion was nothing more than their fear of the pursuing Demon Hunter Wizard Legion. They were doing everything they could to escape and flee, creating an "unstoppable force" that would crush anything that dared to stop them from escaping.

Upon closer reflection, it's truly ironic!

"Hooray, Master Grin, it seems the Wizarding World on the main battlefield has begun clearing out the area and starting to build a permanent wizarding base." The myna rubbed its wings and said smugly.

"Um."

After silently responding, the surge of magic caused his long golden hair to become slightly disheveled. Beneath the spiral-patterned gray-white Mask of Truth, his eyes remained perfectly calm. With a whoosh, his body transformed into a stream of light and continued flying towards the distant Origin Space Fortress.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the earth, the sky, and every corner of the battlefield, writing a tiny, insignificant note in an endless, tragic song.

The mournful wails of the Shadow World have ceased, and the broken corpses lying silently on the ground become increasingly dense as they approach the Origin Space Fortress.

Among the corpses were a small number of demon hunter wizards, some wizard slave monster legions, and large numbers of low-level Amonro corpses.

Amidst these densely packed piles of corpses, patches of 'blank' areas, large craters, occasionally appear, seemingly erased by the spaceships' disintegrating cannons on the main battlefield, or by some kind of violent energy impact.

Around these giant pits, there were countless pieces of flesh and corpses, not a single one intact, a truly tragic sight.

Ok?

On these corpses, Green could vaguely see one mechanical puppet after another jumping and moving back and forth. These mechanical puppets were precisely and solidly made, and in addition to the large number of worker ant-level mechanical puppets that could be seen everywhere, there were also many more advanced mechanical puppets mixed in, carrying out orders and tasks.

These mechanical puppets were likely collecting spoils and relics from the battlefield. They were incredibly agile, leaping more than ten meters in a single bound, and their gliding ability was also quite strong.

"As expected, the Origin Space Fortress still has considerable backup measures. This low-level world has not yet brought out the full potential of the Demon Hunter Expedition Wizards."

Green muttered something to himself.

These mechanical puppets were the main cannon fodder in the ancient wizarding world's conquest of other worlds.

As wizarding civilization developed, mechanical puppets were gradually replaced by the "cheap and effective" soul slave monster army, which was used as cannon fodder material for a more convenient and faster way.

However, this does not mean that mechanical puppets have completely lost their value or that the wizarding civilization has no place at this time.

Even the complete opposite!

As far as Green knew, there was a department in the underground anthill plaza under the Tree of Life in the Seventh Ring Holy Tower that was permanently and without limit acquiring mechanical puppets made by wizards and trading them for wizard essence.

Today, the mechanical golems of the wizarding civilization seem to have become a high-level strategic resource.

In other words, the Wizarding World seems to be desperately hoarding all the strategic resources it has plundered, including strategic resources like mechanical golems.

Green learned from the records in the books that in some alien worlds conquered by wizarding worlds, the actual means of rule by wizards was not direct enslavement and plunder, but through wizarding currency.

This seems to involve exploiting price differences in commodities to plunder exorbitant profits, accumulating various strategic resources, and cultivating welfare facilities for witch hunters.

Heaven knows how many mechanical golems have been amassed in the various holy towers of the Wizarding World, yet there has never been any rumor in the Wizarding World about the whereabouts of these mechanical golems.

It seems that each Holy Tower institution is a bottomless pit, sucking in this strategic resource of mechanical golems from the Wizarding World and disappearing without a trace.

Even on this foreign battlefield.

Despite having such a large number of mechanical puppets on the Origin Space Fortress, the combat command still chose to use the lives of the wizard slave monster army and the demon hunter wizards as the vanguard, instead of using these mechanical puppets, which should have been "cannon fodder," to charge into battle.

Was it a decision-making error by the True Spirit Wizard and the Holy Mark Wizard?

From the perspective of wisdom at a lower level of life, Green couldn't help but make such a guess.

but……

A self-deprecating sneer.

The vision of any lower life form is short-sighted, and perhaps the greatest difference between the wisdom of a formal wizard and a wizarding apprentice lies in understanding this.

Perhaps when Green reaches the level of a formal wizard and possesses the forward-thinking wisdom of that level, he will understand some of the reasons behind it.

Why would the wizard slave monster army and the witch hunter wizards become "cannon fodder" for these mechanical puppets that should have been cannon fodder?

hum...

A mechanical puppet over ten meters tall, its eyes filled with simple, discerning intelligence, was carefully digging out a mutilated, severely injured, and unconscious wizard from a pile of corpses. It then carefully picked him up and quickly flew towards the distant Origin Space Fortress to seek treatment.

Besides collecting relics and spoils, the highest-ranking orders these mechanical puppets seem to be rescuing witch hunters and collecting their remains.

High in the distant sky, the wizarding world's primordial space fortress, constructed of crimson metal, floated arrogantly above the heavens, its size exceeding ten thousand meters. Waves of invisible pressure emanated from it, as if it were provoking, declaring war on, and oppressing the entire shadow world.

Countless tiny black dots flew in and out, carrying out various mission objectives on this behemoth.

At this moment, the Wizarding World descended upon the Shadow World, marking the first decisive battle in the Enigma World, which ended in a resounding victory for the Wizarding World.

The space fortress that floats freely in the sky, with its enormous and majestic body, will become the most secure rear base for the expeditionary demon hunters in this alien world.

As long as it remains in this world and is not destroyed, all the witch hunters and spaceships will enjoy a continuous supply of the original will of the wizarding world, have the buff of the wizarding shield, have a stable and firm rear, and have the faith of the wizarding will!

Meanwhile, as the witcher collects more and more of Amonro's despair, studies various specimens more thoroughly, adapts more and more to the rules of this strange world, and makes the research plan for Amonro clearer, Amonro will lose more and more hope.

They will experience firsthand the terror of a more advanced civilization.

From this point on, the Witcher Wizards will use this primordial space fortress as their core to wage a struggle for world dominance that will last for decades or even centuries, a struggle that will stop at nothing until the Witcher Wizards achieve their expedition's objective.

(End of this chapter)