Wizard's Journey

Chapter 231 The Shadow Catastrophe (Part 9)

Green and a dozen dark wizards each held a bottle of green reagent, sealed with runic power.

"This is the lament of Amonro. The targeted biological modifications the Technology Department has developed for Amonro over the years belong to the dark wizard's art of life and death. Due to the short timeframe, the effects in the laboratory aren't great, but they are enough to cause devastating damage to low-level Amonro. Your mission is, when these corrupted Amonro are exhausted and the fortress enters a critical moment, then..."

Rong Yunxun, the Dark Wizard, glanced at the fallen Amonroes with his sinister eyes, revealing a cruel expression.

Green held the mission scroll, his expression turning serious.

This mission has both advantages and disadvantages. It is safest during peacetime, when one can stay in the fortress and wait for the mission to begin. Even during certain battles, one can stay in the rear for safety reasons. However, if the war is at a disadvantage and the mission is carried out, at least half of the demon hunter wizards will perish.

Although its rewards are very generous.

Half a month later.

Demon hunters gathered from all directions at the fortress in the Origin Space, followed by a large number of fallen Amonroes from other realms of the Shadow Empire.

News of the destruction that other realms of the Shadow Empire have been suffering in recent days has been coming in one after another.

It seems that in this alien world completely shrouded in shadows, Amonro is carrying out a comprehensive purge of the wizarding forces, rather than choosing to launch a final all-out offensive to completely destroy the wizarding space fortress.

Two months have passed since the Shadow Cataclysm. The Witcher Wizards are building an impregnable final defense around the Origin Space Fortress, attempting to delay the Shadow Cataclysm and usher in a period of great cataclysm for the world!

No matter how this world changes, the resources will remain the same, so it doesn't matter to the witch hunter.

The Fallen Amonro and his soul slaves flew around the space fortress. Hundreds of light fortresses were built on the ground, resembling towering fortifications.

These Light Fortresses were established after the Demon Hunters descended upon this world.

Green sat quietly above the space fortress square, oblivious to his surroundings, holding a book of witchcraft in his hand, studying it intently, his mind completely absorbed in it. The myna bird had flown away and disappeared without a trace.

Uh...

Suddenly, an urgent bugle call echoed across the sky, its sound muffled and rapid.

Green raised his head, his gaze passing through the distant, swirling swarm of fallen Amonroes, commanded by the witcher, and looking towards the very distant, dim sky.

In a daze, Green felt an impenetrable torrent of flesh and blood surging towards him.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Quickly engage the enemy!" Roars rose and fell.

The large soul slave monsters resting in the fortress square, urged on by the demon hunter wizards, shook their heads, swayed their bodies, and dragged their massive bodies to take flight, leading all sorts of strangely shaped small monsters around the outer perimeter of the demon hunter wizard group.

Green turned his head and looked up at the three figures in the sky.

Wearing a white top hat, with a pair of ethereal green wings on his back and holding a pale blue radiant magic staff, the Whispering Voice Wizard stands close by with the Tomb Words and Tomb Stigmata Wizards standing beside him.

Almost the instant the situation was settled, the three Saint Mark Wizards, under the control of natural forces that surpassed those of lower-level wizards, all let out a low roar.

In an instant, Green felt as if the elemental power of the surrounding space had been drained!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Visible elemental power converged from all directions toward the three Saint Mark Wizards, and wave after wave of light gathered, until in the blink of an eye, three elemental giants over a hundred meters tall were formed.

The size of an elemental giant represents the elemental wizard's control over elemental energy.

The three Stigmata Wizards listened intently to the secret words. The elemental giants that the Stigmata Wizards had transformed into were nearly two hundred meters tall, with a pair of illusory green wings on their backs vibrating rapidly, and their entire bodies were dazzling white.

The Tomb of Words Saint Mark Wizard wears a ring of colorful bells around his head, his eyes are covered by a red ribbon, his long emerald green hair reaches his waist, his ears are slender and elfin-like, and his entire body is covered in a layer of white mist, like a layer of illusory veil.

As the Tomb of Words Saint Mark Wizard roared to the sky, waves of elemental light gathered around his body, forming an elemental giant composed of countless colorful petals.

The petals wriggled together, a sight both beautiful and somewhat ugly.

The Tomb Whisperer, a wizard with a pair of cold, gleaming eyes beneath a metal helmet, has four longswords embedded in his back, and hundreds of dark red energy bars, resembling the life of a harp string, swirling and shifting around his entire body.

As it transforms into an elemental giant, its hundred-meter-tall elemental body takes on a metallic hue, resembling a steel giant.

Circles of dark red energy lines surrounded him, like sharp blades. He wielded four ten-meter-long elemental giantswords, and the elemental giant had four large hands, one sword in each hand. Rolling elemental waves resembled burning flames, shifting and unpredictable.

Tens of thousands of demon hunters, appearing as tiny black dots around the elemental giant, surged forward to meet the enemy, surrounding the three elemental giants formed by the Holy Mark Wizards.

Green became an inconspicuous little black dot next to the whispering Stigmata Wizard, and was placed in a safe, rear position to see when to carry out the "Amonro's Lament" mission.

At this moment, Green clearly felt the terror of the Saint Mark Wizard!

At this moment, the degree of outward expansion of the Saint Mark Wizard Elemental Giant's body is probably over three thousand degrees. With its body of over a hundred meters, any life form below level four would probably find it difficult to withstand a single attack from it.

The fourth level of life form represents a higher level of qualitative change in life.

In a typical small world, a level four life form is also known as the world master form.

Generally speaking, people of this level of life, whether they are wizards or indigenous creatures, have one thing in common: they possess the ability to control their "true form".

The three-headed elemental giant led a dense swarm of black dots of demon hunter wizards to meet the distant torrent of flesh and blood.

"This quantity..."

As far as Green could see, beneath the shadowy clouds, countless Amonroes stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly endless, numbering in the tens or hundreds of millions, dozens or even hundreds of times more than the number of witch hunters.

Roar……

The Wizard's Torrent collided with the Amonro Torrent. With a roar from the three elemental giants and a wave of their hands, the vast Amonro Crater was reduced to ashes without a sound under the rolling elemental power.

Within a kilometer, Amonro seemed to be stunned by the roar of the Holy Mark Wizard, and large numbers of people fell from the sky.

Assisting the Stigmata Wizards, the Demon Hunter Wizards floating around the Elemental Giants also unleashed their own magic to kill the Amonro Torrent.

In the instant of the collision, tens of thousands of Amonroes were killed, and with each casual strike from the Holy Mark Wizard Elemental Giant, this number would increase dramatically.

The wailing and screaming were endless.

Like a fragile, easily destroyed sea of ​​flesh composed of low-level Amonro, it could not hinder the Saint Mark Wizard in the slightest.

The difference between the two levels of life is almost immeasurable. It is likely that a single breath or roar from a higher-level life form could be a massacre for a lower-level life form.

If it were a level seven True Spirit Wizard, these low-level Amonroes would probably have been killed by the unconscious pressure emanating from him simply by standing here.

No matter how many low-level Amonroes there were, they posed absolutely no threat to the three Saint Mark Wizards at this moment.

All of the attacks from the low-level Amonro couldn't even reach the Saint Mark Wizard before being dispelled by the high-intensity energy unconsciously emitted by the elemental giant. And every attack from the Saint Mark Wizard would cause a surge of energy out of thin air, which would stun a large number of Amonro and cause them to fall from the sky.

As for those Amonroes who were directly attacked by the true form of the Holy Mark Wizard Elemental Giant, some of them seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Aside from the occasional mystery surrounding the Amonro nobles, no hostile creature could escape the Holy Mark Wizard's casual attacks, which resembled swatting flies indiscriminately.

Beneath the shadowy clouds, the churning elemental forces caused the air to twist and distort irregularly.

Green kept casting fire bat spells, killing off the few remaining Amonroes that managed to escape.

At this moment, more than a thousand meters behind the Holy Mark Wizard who was listening to the secret words, Grimm clearly sensed that the power of nature seemed to be easier to control than before, and the world rules that could be manipulated with it seemed to be stronger, and the power of the Fire Bat Spell was also greater.

Gazing at the elemental giant transformed from the Holy Mark Wizard who was listening to the secret words ahead, with its unparalleled demeanor, Grimm felt boundless longing and envy.

Even surrounded by billions of hostile forces, he completely ignored these ants, killing them as if swatting flies. With such arrogance and domineering, Green finally understood the insurmountable gap between a third-level archmage and a holy mark wizard, as mentioned by his mentor Peranos.

This is the powerful stance of the Holy Mark Wizard representing the wizarding world as they embark on expeditions to other worlds.

Perhaps all the hard work that the demon hunters have done for decades or even centuries is not just a prelude to a decisive battle where the holy marks wizards can gain a greater advantage.

The Stigmata Wizard is the ultimate decision-maker in the Demon Hunting Expedition.

Green asked himself, when could he be like the Holy Mark Wizard who listens to secret words?

Leading countless low-level witch hunters, controlling and controlling witch soul slaves, in an unknown world, representing the great will of witches, they conquer this strange world, striving to wash away the shameful history of the witch world and save the dream of future hope.

(End of this chapter)