Wizard's Journey

Chapter 226 The Shadow Catastrophe (Part 4)

Ding dong, ding dong...

A mirror-like screen of thunder at the bottom of the lake.

Apart from the occasional ripples caused by water droplets falling from the rocky cones above, there was no other sound; the lake was incredibly tranquil.

Green sat quietly cross-legged on the surface of the Thunder Mirror at the bottom of the lake. The incredibly stable and strange thunder energy was like a mirror screen, supporting Green and the many boulders on it.

As Green delved deeper into the study, carefully experiencing and comprehending the lightning mirror, he seemed to gain some new insights into it.

Behind this thunderous mirror, in the unknown void, something seems to connect and pull it together with the world of shadowy mysteries.

A feeling that's hard to describe.

If he could grasp the deeper level of relative spatial boundary talent and confirm the absolute boundary of that layer of paper, Green would be able to try to tear through the relative boundary and penetrate the void.

But at this moment...

Green felt that he was still missing a layer of talent understanding. He had not fully utilized the talent of the Fallen Angel, or rather, he had not yet mastered the knowledge of the auxiliary space related to opening the last layer of talent.

What lies in the void behind the Thunder Mirror?

Why is a lightning mirror screen formed here? What is its purpose? How did the powerful ancient beings of this world summon this strange lightning rule?

One question after another awaited Green's answers.

This is the way to explore and acquire knowledge. Curiosity drives Green's strong desire to explore, hoping to discover the secrets on the other side of the Thunder Mirror.

Ok?

Suddenly, Green took out a crystal ball from his wizard's robes, stared at it for a moment, and then the pupils of his eyes under the Mask of Truth suddenly contracted!

Without any hesitation, a spatial distortion occurred, and Green appeared on the surface of the lake. He strode forward, opened the magical barrier around the laboratory, and stepped inside.

"Huh? Young Master Green, what's wrong?" The myna bird, who was teasing the crystal turtle, turned around and asked.

Without turning his head, Green hurriedly packed up his things in the laboratory, saying in a flustered manner, "Supreme order from the combat command: all demon hunter wizards must assemble at the nearest combat command post at full speed. Level 1 battle report."

"Level 1 battle report? Oh my god! Young master, you'd better pray for yourself. It seems something went wrong with this expedition. Do you have any high-level wizards you'd like to ask for specific information?" The myna bird clutched its head, looking like it was in pain.

"What's so high-class about it..."

After a moment of surprise, Green suddenly exclaimed, "No, I can try asking my second uncle, Daddaron, for the specifics."

In the underground lair of the Zhangma Tree, all the fallen Amonroes of the Shadow Empire were being mobilized, seemingly carrying out orders from the Shadow Imperial Capital, also known as the Second Operations Command.

After flying away from the underground nest of the camphor tree, Green floated in the air, silently sensing the information in the crystal ball.

"Hmm? My second uncle, Daddaron, is in the direction of the Shadow Capital?"

Given Green's current location, whether it's the Origin Space Fortress or the Shadow Capital, there's no fundamental difference between a few hourglasses and two days.

However, in order to find out the specific details of the mission, Green decided to fly towards the Shadow Capital where his second uncle, Daddaron, was located.

A Level 1 mission report is a crucial mission concerning the life and death of this demon-hunting expedition, and also a crucial mission concerning the fate of all demon-hunting wizards.

Two days later.

The Shadow Capital, the corrupted Amonro base that the Witcher Wizards have operated in the Shadow Enigma world for forty years, is where everything is planned by the Witcher Wizards according to their will.

Perhaps among these top rulers of the Fallen Amonro are Amonro infants that were once discovered in the nursery by dark wizards like Grimm, and later nurtured by light wizards, becoming the backbone of the Fallen Amonro forces in the Shadow Empire at this time.

At this very moment, Green, who had just arrived in the Shadow Capital, sensed that something was amiss.

All the golden Amonroes here are flying in the sky?

This almost made Green unable to believe his eyes. You have to know that the ratio of an ordinary Golden Amonro to a Shadow Amonro with the ability to fly is about seventy to one, a conclusion that the Witcher Wizard had reached before.

However, this time, wherever Green looked, the golden Amonroes of the Shadow Capital, regardless of their physical condition, were all floating and flying in the sky. Moreover, the obvious laziness, irritability, and impatience of the Amonroes had disappeared, and they had been transformed into being active, calm, and composed.

This is really quite illogical.

After activating the crystal ball, Green finally made contact with his second uncle, Daddaron, a moment later.

With a face wrinkled as if stitched together like a ball, blood-red metallic armor, flowing black hair, and a strong, burly body, the image of Second Uncle Daddaron appeared in the crystal ball.

Green bowed respectfully, and D'Addaron nodded, then asked in a steady voice, "Is it for the Level 1 battle report?"

"Exactly."

After nodding, Green cautiously asked, behind the mask of truth, "Does Uncle-Master know what changes have occurred in the specific arrangements for this mission?"

As he spoke, Green noticed that some witcher wizards had begun to direct the Fallen Amonro to mobilize for war and head to various directions.

"I'm not entirely clear on the specifics, but I do know that something has changed in the Crimson Sun World. The Shadow Capital's mission is to protect every Lightling Fortress defensive outpost. In our Shadow Lands, there are a total of 725 Lightling Fortress defensive outposts. Your task in a little while will likely be to follow the Bright Wizards, leading some Shadow Amonroes and Soul Slaves to guard one of them."

Uncle Daddaron seemed somewhat agitated; this sudden change in the battle report likely indicated that a rather urgent situation was about to unfold.

Disappointed at not obtaining any valuable information from his second uncle, Dadalon, Green realized that this information itself was extremely valuable.

Even my second uncle, Daddaron, a third-level archmage, didn't receive detailed information. It seems that this first-level battle report mission was indeed suddenly initiated by the combat command. There must be some deep secret in this world.

After a while.

Amidst the chaotic and hurried task assignments, Green and another female dark wizard, whom he did not know, followed a small legion consisting of thirty light wizards, one hundred soul slaves, and more than six hundred fallen Amonroes to Lightling Fortress No. 332.

Flying at full speed, the wizard team arrived at their target, Lightling Fortress, in just one day.

The sky and earth remained dark, devoid of the radiant light of the crimson world Green had imagined. Blurry shadows surrounded the Lightling Fortress, providing protection; one could vaguely discern that these were the first batch of soul slaves and demon hunters stationed there.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...

Under beams of light, Amonro's corpse fell intermittently from the hazy sky.

The leader of Green's small squad of sorcerers immediately issued a warning spell, signaling the reinforcements from Guangling Fortress.

The leader of the Ming Wizards shouted, "Remember, our mission is to hold out until the very last moment of Guangling Fortress. When it becomes truly beyond saving, we must try our best to take away the Guangling Stone and the intelligent mechanical puppets to build the final defense on the fortress."

"yes!"

The other Ming wizards roared in unison, unleashing their Ming wizard aura.

Green and another female dark wizard stared blankly at the thick, shadowy clouds in the endless sky, exclaiming in disbelief, "The Crimson Sun Realm is gone?"

Is the entire Shadow Continent of the Shadow Mystery world connected as a single entity?

Is this a change in the rules of the world, or a specific rule of the world itself, similar to the specific rule of the solar eclipse in the Wizarding World?

(End of this chapter)