Wizard's Journey

Chapter 225 The Shadow Catastrophe (Part 3)

Shadow Continent, Thousands of Mountains and Flowing Lakes.

The reason why the Demon Hunter Wizard judged that the Shadow Offensive was not resisted by Amonro was that the sacred place in the center of this vast and boundless Shadow Continent, Thousand Mountains and Flowing Lake, did not encounter any real resistance from Amonro's army.

In the world of Shadow Mystery, most water sources are underground streams, with very few surface rivers, let alone large surface lakes like Thousand Mountains Flowing Lake.

Amonro's worship of water naturally led him to place this area, where surface waters converge, at the center of this shadowy continent.

Qianshanliu Lake is an irregular polygon with a light reddish-brown water. It is named after the mountains in the lake because of the towering stone cones that rise dozens or even hundreds of meters high, which resemble the spurs of the earth.

The stone cones were covered with red, round, fleshy creatures, or with pink tentacles spread out.

These shadowy, enigmatic worlds' "plants" are not the static plants of the wizarding world, but rather like living beings with flesh and blood, swaying and shifting their bodies as they search for better resources to sustain life.

In the lake, groups of strange, shadowy creatures, native to the mysterious world, swam about. Most of them were only the size of a palm and seemed to be aquatic products raised by the nobles of Amonro for their consumption.

Ding Dong!

Occasionally, one or two small aquatic creatures would leap out of the lake, their tentacles clinging to the rocky cliffs of Qianshan. After taking a bite of the succulent plants on the cliffs, they would fall back to the bottom of the lake, splashing water everywhere.

At the heart of this Thousand Mountains Flowing Lake lies an incredibly lush succulent plant community, its heights varying, densely packed, completely covering the entire island. Among them are dozens of long, bread-shaped camphor tree cavities, hundreds of meters high.

These openings are tens of meters in diameter, much thicker and more substantial than the openings of ordinary camphor tree cavities.

Demon hunters and fallen Amonroes occasionally entered and exited the cave. Above, more than ten spaceships floated silently. Because the sky was shrouded in thick, shadowy clouds all year round, the light source relied on the diffuse reflection caused by the light emitted by the ubiquitous flame crystals.

For more than ten years, Qianshanliuhu has been completely controlled by the demon hunter wizards.

Even this shadowy continent, after years of hunting by dark wizards, has become the prize of demon hunters who have come on expeditions; all that's left is to include the Shadow Empire's structure here.

Once the witchers successfully establish the Shadow Empire's power structure on this shadowy continent, Amonro will have no hope of victory.

However, on this day...

Inside the nest beneath the camphor tree, before a super flame composed of several clusters of shimmering light, the Holy Mark Wizard, who had been listening intently to the whispers, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, like two vortexes, burst forth with a brilliant light that captivated the soul.

This is the penetrating gaze of a higher being towards the world.

"This feeling..."

The Holy Mark Wizard, listening intently to the whispered words, murmured a roar, his body floated up, his feet touched the ground, and a slender, smooth hand emerged from his wide wizard robe. A crystal ball appeared out of thin air in his hand, its magic surging.

Bang!

As the whispered secrets were being heard, the crystal ball in the Saint Mark Wizard's hand exploded out of thin air, turning into countless crystalline rays that dissipated. At the same time, a phantom of an elemental giant within his body roared to the sky.

A short while later, countless crystalline rays gathered into a crystal ball again, and the expression of the Holy Mark Wizard who was listening to the secret words changed.

"How could life in such a lowly world be capable of changing the rules of the world? That's impossible!"

Unable to remain calm, the Holy Mark Wizard, who had been listening intently to the whispers, turned pale and panicked as he tried to fly away from the laboratory cave, but then seemed to discover something else from the crystal ball.

"No, this isn't changing the rules of the world, it's overdrawing on the rules of the world?"

This guess made the Listening Whisperer, the Holy Mark Wizard, breathe a sigh of relief and regain his composure.

To change the rules of the world requires an extremely great being, even among beings of level seven or above, who must possess some extremely special foundation to store and consume the ultimate power that can influence the entire world.

As for overdrawing the rules of the world, generally speaking, in some worlds with more extreme rules, there are some life forms of level four or above who can perform this under certain conditions.

However, overdrawing the rules of the world is also a very dangerous thing for the one who uses it.

If the world's rules are overstretched, it could very likely trigger a change in the world's rules, creating other uncontrollable extreme environments.

That is: the coming of a great catastrophe!

"It seems that this method of overdrawing the world's rules is the 'Sealing of Endless Mysteries' mentioned in the intelligence from fifteen years ago. With such an extreme approach, hmm... although the losses in this demon-hunting expedition will be greater, the time to conquer this world may be shortened considerably."

…………

hum!

The sound wave ripped through the sky, leaving an incredibly fast afterimage that vanished in a flash on the horizon. The next moment, a mechanical bee landed on Thousand Mountains Flowing Lake.

crunch.

The moment the mechanical beehive door opened, the guarding Fallen Amonro and the soul slave monster trembled, immediately lowered their heads, and prostrated themselves in the most humble and respectful posture.

In the distance, the other demon hunter wizards glanced at him, but upon seeing the demon hunter wizard emerge from the mechanical beehive, they all stopped flying, excitedly performing wizardly rituals with humble gazes.

It's all because of this Level 3 Demon Hunter Wizard, and the Level 1 Honor Badge on the Wizard's Armor!

The Medal of Honor, First Class, signifies that this witcher has, at least at some point, and under any combat conditions, successfully hunted down a Level 4 alien creature or a Level 4 world guardian.

Such a demon hunter wizard may not be as powerful as a holy mark wizard, but in certain areas, he must have strengths that are difficult for ordinary wizards to match.

Generally speaking, the first-class honor medal is the highest achievement for a demon hunter wizard, enough to communicate with a saintly wizard of the same level.

This is the authority bestowed upon us by the wizarding world.

As for the Medal of Honor?

This is probably a legendary existence in the history of the wizarding world. Only the Holy Tower is qualified to issue exclusive missions to such a great being.

Such beings, with the power of a level three demon hunter wizard, successfully turned the tide of a demon hunter expedition, a seemingly impossible and hopeless task.

The witch hunter ignored everything around him, and with a "bang," his body turned into a white haze of smoke and disappeared, as if vanished into thin air.

Not to mention the astonished witch hunters around them.

At the other end, beneath the nest of the camphor tree, the layers of magic arrays and wizard shields caused no disturbance whatsoever. Inside the third combat command post, a ripple of white mist appeared, and the figure of a wizard materialized.

"you……"

Dozens of elite wizards turned around in surprise. The guard wizards instinctively activated their magic and switched to combat mode. The seemingly harmless flowerpots and bonsai trees all changed their appearance drastically, presenting extremely ferocious images, baring their teeth and claws, and frantically growing wildly.

A series of red lights were aimed at the suddenly appearing wizard.

Bang!

A layer of physical protection, a black metal cage, protected dozens of elite Ming Wizards; this was the last line of defense for the combat command.

"Immediately issue the highest operational order: summon all demon hunter wizards from the operational command center back to the First, Second, and Third Operational Commands!"

The demon hunter wizard, who appeared suddenly, ignored everything in the command center and issued orders in an unquestionable tone.

The First Operations Command refers to the Origin Space Fortress.

The Second Operations Command refers to the location of the Shadow Capital.

The Third Operations Command Post is located here.

Inside the command center, the Ming wizards, upon seeing the suddenly appearing Demon Hunter Wizard's First-Class Honor Badge and the operational order, gasped in disbelief, hesitant and seemingly waiting for an explanation.

Even if such an almost unbelievable combat order is issued by a first-class honor medalist or a holy mark wizard, the decision-making command composed of elite wizards is not an intelligent puppet and will obey unconditionally.

However, the crisis alert was immediately lifted in the command center, and calm was restored.

Suddenly, space distorted, and a dark void appeared. The voice of the Holy Mark Wizard, who had been listening to the secret language, came out: "Amonro has broken the seal of the endless mystery, and the Shadow Cataclysm has formed. According to his plan, issue the highest combat order."

This time, the numerous decision-makers no longer hesitated. An enormous crystal ball, more than ten meters in diameter, descended from the top of the command center, and a violent energy wave, like an explosive energy layer, rippled outwards.

The first-class honor medal-bearer demon hunter in the combat command center said nothing more and stepped directly into the distorted void, which then disappeared.

In an instant, all the demon hunters within the direct command range of the three combat command centers took out their crystal balls, their faces contorted in shock, and whatever they were doing stopped and rushed toward the three combat command centers at full speed.

Streaks of light streaked across the sky.

As for the demon hunters who were not under direct command, they had no choice but to give up and fend for themselves.

……

three days later.

Millie, on the Ice Crystal Phoenix, was deathly pale and nearly exhausted. With a "thud," she crashed to the edge of Thousand Mountains Flowing Lake. Several demon hunter wizards led the Fallen Amonro over from afar.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

One after another, beams of energy shot out from the Light Fortresses, causing large-scale magical explosions in the air. Countless Amonroes fell to the ground from the sky, and the extremely weak Millie was rescued by several demon hunter wizards.

The entire process was fraught with peril, with only a slim chance of survival.

Two days later.

The demon hunters of the Third Operations Command, centered around the Whispering Stigmata Wizard at the forefront and surrounded by the Fallen Amonro and Soul Slaves, relied on the protection of the spaceships. Under the radiance of the Whispering Stigmata Wizard's over one hundred-meter-tall elemental giant, they broke through the shadows and darkness and rushed towards the Wizarding World's Origin Space Fortress.

Riding on the ice crystal phoenix, Millie's eyes were filled with confusion and fear, making her an inconspicuous member among the countless escaped witch hunters.

In that unknown shadow and darkness, it seemed as if endless hostile creatures were watching this place, as if the entire world of Shadow Mystery was about to devour these "foolish, ignorant, and arrogant" witch hunters from another land.

Under the dim light, countless twisted, menacing black shadows flashed by in the blurry distance.

Ignoring them, the demon hunters charged toward the Origin Space Fortress with a clear objective, their screams of Fallen Amonro and Soul Slave Monsters echoing behind them, tearing through the dark, shadowy sky where only rapid breathing could be heard.

(End of this chapter)