Wizard's Journey

Chapter 216 Shadow Empire

three days later.

Inside the underground cave, a dozen or so Amonro were huddled together, gnawing on the fleshy mushrooms in the burrow of the camphor tree, when suddenly a wizard's figure fell from the sky.

The Amonro were all startled and turned around to look at the wizard.

A wide black robe fluttered in the wind, revealing long golden hair and a pair of calm, wise eyes beneath a gray-white mask with spiral patterns. A red and green myna bird perched on her shoulder, and the elemental aura on her magic wand exuded an incredibly mysterious aura, with faint multicolored flames tracing a ripple in the air.

"Hmph, the great wizard has arrived. What are your orders?"

An Amonro, having reached the level of soul communication, saw Green slowly descending from the sky and hurriedly adopted a humble and subservient posture, asking for instructions in a low voice.

These Amonroes are all members of the Shadow Empire, cultivated over the years with the planned support of the Witcher Wizards.

Time flies. For Amonro, ten years is the entire period from childhood to adulthood, but for a formal wizard, it is only the time for a few experiments to observe the cyclical patterns.

This is the difference in the level of life.

The wizards' status towards the fallen Amonro minions of the Shadow Empire is basically equivalent to that of soul slaves. In fact, after the completion of this demon-hunting war, these Amonro are one of the stable sources of soul slaves for the Saint Mark wizards. Perhaps they can even be seen among the three Saint Mark wizards' academy guardians.

Green said calmly, "No one is allowed to approach this camphor tree tunnel without my order."

Green was referring to the tunnel in his cave laboratory.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Great Wizard," Amonro replied, bowing obsequiously.

Grimm ignored the corrupt minions and turned to fly towards the entrance of the Zhangma Tree Hole, intending to head to the Shadow Capital to participate in the Shadow Offensive of the Demon Hunter Wizards.

The world of Shadow Mystery consists of three major Shadowlands and twelve intermediate Shadowlands. Although the Witcher Wizard has actually controlled nine intermediate Shadowlands, in terms of actual area, the twelve intermediate Shadowlands combined probably don't even equal the size of one major Shadowland, not to mention the resources and the number of Amonro within them.

After more than a decade, the Witcher Wizards have established themselves in the world of Shadow Mystery, while Amonro, having recovered from his defeat, is gathering his strength once again to prepare for a second decisive battle with the Witcher Wizards.

According to intelligence from some dark wizards who have penetrated deep behind enemy lines, the Amonro Shadow Legion gathered in the three large Shadowlands has already possessed considerable strength. If they were to unite and fight together, they would form an even more terrifying fighting force than when the Demon Hunter Wizards first arrived in this world.

Therefore, the fortress's combat command decided to take the initiative and launch the demon-hunting operation ahead of schedule.

Two days later.

In the sky, Green would occasionally see groups of Shadow Empire Amonro marching in formation, seemingly gathering as well.

The war wounds on the land have been healing for more than a decade, and new succulent plants have begun to grow and cover the land.

"Young Master, look!" said the myna bird on the shoulder, pointing into the distance.

Ok?

Green stopped and looked in the direction the myna bird had pointed. In the distance, a small black dot was flashing, moving incredibly fast, like a blur streaking across the sky. With a buzzing sound, after a dozen or so breaths, the small black dot suddenly stopped about ten meters in front of Green.

This is actually a high-speed mechanical bee.

With a click, the mechanical beehive door opened, revealing seven demon hunter wizards inside. One of the level two demon hunter witches wore a level three honor badge on her wizard's hood. The witch commanded Grimm, "Emergency mission. You have been requisitioned by the fortress combat command."

Green was taken aback. He looked into the thin, sinister witch's dark eyes, said nothing, and flew into the mechanical bee without hesitation.

With a click, the mechanical bee's hatch closed, and Green's body jerked backward as the mechanical bee vanished into the horizon.

Inside the mechanical bee, there are currently eight Demon Hunter Dark Wizards, with two vacancies remaining. Grimm and the myna bird on his shoulder silently observed the Demon Hunter Dark Wizards present.

The level-two witch hunter in the center, with a sinister expression, slowly extended her withered hand. Her black fingernails were incredibly long, and something small was constantly wriggling under her skin. In her hand, she handed over a leather quest scroll.

Green's gravity snaps the camera, opening the reel.

"Huh? Ten witch essences!" Green was surprised. Such a high mission reward?

Generally speaking, bounty missions usually only yield one or two witch spirits at a time. Bounty missions like this, which yield ten witch spirits, would likely involve considerable danger.

Without hesitation, Green began to carefully examine the information on the mission scroll.

The Shadow Empire of Demon Hunter's Minions is divided into nine realms: the Shadow Capital of this Shadow Land and eight other intermediate Shadow Lands that were conquered by Demon Hunter Wizards.

Around these nine shadow realms, there are also numerous small and micro shadow lands scattered around, attached to the medium-sized shadow realms.

At this moment, Green's urgent mission takes place in the Ninth Shadowlands, the shadowy region that the witchers last conquered and ruled.

According to the mission scroll, several planned rebellions have occurred within the Shadow Empire in the Ninth Shadow Realm, and the situation is even on the verge of collapse. However, at this time, the Demon Hunter Headquarters is also planning a large-scale Shadow Offensive, making it impossible to dispatch a large number of Bright Wizard legions to the Ninth Shadow Realm to stabilize the situation.

According to intelligence, in the Ninth Shadow Realm, although the Lord of Enigma has become a minion of the Witcher, a Prophet of Enigma wandering there has established a reactionary power structure in many small and micro Shadowlands, causing considerable chaos in the realm and posing a constant threat of overthrowing the wizarding rule there.

Left with no other choice, and unable to deploy the Light Wizard Legion to stabilize the situation, the Operations Command could only issue a mission to summon Dark Wizards to carry out counter-sabotage, destroying various small and micro shadowy places behind enemy lines to achieve "balance".

If we can hold out until the end of this Shadow Offensive, when the Ming Wizard Legion can go and stabilize the situation, then we will have won.

Mystery Prophet!

Green couldn't help but feel cautious.

Although this low-level small world could not possibly have many world guardians of the level four creatures like those during the final battle, and according to intelligence, Amonro in this world only has two level four creatures, the King of Prophets and the Ancestor of Amonro, even ordinary world guardians are at least level three creatures!

If they were to truly encounter the guardians of this world, I doubt any of the wizards in this mechanical bee community, except for the second-level witch in front of them who has received the Medal of Honor, would dare to say they are confident of escaping.

A few hours later, two more demon hunters entered the mechanical bee and began to fly at full speed in one direction, so fast that only a blur remained in the sky. Only after the mechanical bee had flown far away did a sonic boom ripple outwards.

Fifteen days later.

Having traversed several Crimson Sun Realms and Shadow Lands, the Mechanical Bee finally arrived at the Ninth Shadow Empire Realm and stopped in front of a gravel plaza.

A spaceship floated silently in the sky, while three mechanical bees were already on the square, ready to depart.

It seems that the corrupt Amonro regime here has truly reached a precarious state. If the situation changes during the Shadow Sorcerer Offensive and an attack occurs on the Origin Space Fortress, the consequences will affect the entire Demon Hunter Expedition operation.

After having this thought in his mind, the mechanical bee landed, and with a click, the hatch opened, and ten demon hunter dark wizards in unrestrained forms flew out. Waves of mysterious, gloomy, cruel, and calm auras spread, and the natural power of the surrounding world rippled.

This is the deepest shadowy region, the sky is extremely dark, and a fallen enigma, Amonro, flew over with more than ten golden Amonroes.

"Great wizards, the esteemed King of Mysteries has been waiting for you for a long time, and ninety-seven other wizards have also arrived at the palace." Mystery Amonro bowed to the ground, his tone humble.

None of the witch hunters present spoke.

What's there to say to a slave?

Following the corrupted enigma Amonro, the group of wizards flew into the sky. After looking around, Green discovered that there were twenty-eight long, flatbread-shaped cave entrances in the camphor tree. The group entered the tallest one of them.

Although the tunnel was still surrounded by constantly writhing fleshy walls, a human-like stone path was laid in the middle, representing the dignity of wizards, even though no wizard ever walked on the stone path.

During their rapid flight, groups of golden Amonro would occasionally emerge from the fleshy barrier, bowing respectfully to the wizards as if welcoming the guardians of this world.

Three hourglasses later.

More than a hundred dark wizards gathered together. It was clear that the underground palace had been modified. Although the stone chairs and tables were simple, they were designed specifically for the physique of human wizards. The low-ranking Golden Amonroes would occasionally bring over plates of the world's most precious delicacies.

Click...

A dark wizard next to Green was gnawing on a piece of a creature's limb, which was covered in blood. His mouth had turned into many small tentacles, his teeth were crunching and gnawing, and his tentacles were sucking on the bloody limb.

The myna bird picked up a plump fruit from the fruit plate, peeled it, and perched on Green's shoulder to savor it. Green, on the other hand, remained completely silent, not uttering a word, sitting quietly on the stone chair with his arms crossed, his eyes calm and rational.

On the high platform representing a more prestigious status, six second-level dark wizards stood side by side with the enigmatic Amon Roth, whose skin was pure white.

This enigmatic Amonro is a level three Amonro, and the soul imprint on it is actually the result of the Holy Mark Wizard who listened to the secret words personally taking it as a soul slave.

No wonder even the world's most prestigious Level 3 mystery, Amonro, turned into the Fallen Amonro.

"The establishment of the Shadow Empire is a gift from the great wizarding civilization's symbiotic circle, a gift that allows the Amonro race to thrive and continue! Those foolish and corrupt enigma prophets, enigma kings, and Amonro ancestors—they actually attempted to resist the great wizarding will? This is simply throwing eggs against rocks, courting death, and severing the Amonro race's lineage!"

On the high platform, the soul of the King of Mysteries surged with immense passion, and the fallen lower-level mysteries Amonro and Golden Amonro echoed from afar.

From an objective historical perspective, the King of Mysteries' words seem to make some sense.

Of course, to put it more clearly, it is the principle that the rules and regulations of the wizarding system are conducive to wizarding civilization.

The King of Mysteries continued passionately, "What we do may be cursed by those corrupt Amonro people as our depravity; their foolish wisdom may never understand our great sacrifices, but undeniably, we fight for the prosperity of the Amonro race! We strive for the continuation and reproduction of the Amonro race, so that the Amonro race will not be erased by the cruel rules of the endless world!"

Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm...

"Now, let those foolish and corrupt Amonroes experience the new order of this world, and the wrath of the great, sublime, and holy wizard! This world will surely be restored to peace once more!"

The great wizard...

The noble wizard...

The holy wizard...

The fallen Amonroes regard the witch hunters as gods who brought a more advanced civilization from another world, and they worship them, their calls for faith never ceasing.

(End of this chapter)