Wizard's Journey

Chapter 235 Shadow Cataclysm (Thirteen)

Fifteen days later.

The great battle between the three Stigmata Wizards and the Lord and Guardian of the Shadow Mystery World ended fifteen days ago.

After seven consecutive days of intense battles, Grimm and thirteen demon hunters used hundreds of fallen Amonroes as a barrier to protect a small section of the Origin Space Fortress from Amonro infiltration. The continuous depletion of their magic and energy left Grimm with deep fatigue in his eyes beneath his Mask of Truth.

At this moment, Green continuously absorbed the surrounding natural energy into his body to restore his magic. This was a wizard's instinct to mobilize the natural energy, as easily and casually as walking, achieving his goal at will.

However, continuously mobilizing so much of the natural power inevitably leads to fatigue.

Green couldn't help but miss the days when he had the near-unlimited magic supply of his demon hunter armor.

The magic stones embedded in the demon hunter's armor are specially treated by the Seven Rings Holy Tower to be transformed into magic power that wizards can quickly and directly absorb. The technical knowledge involved is a closely guarded secret of many Holy Towers.

It is precisely because of these many high-value, exclusive knowledge products that the Holy Tower Organization in the Wizarding World is able to maintain the value of Wizard Essence and motivate Witch Hunters to complete missions.

The swarms of Amun-Ros in the distant sky continued to converge from all directions of the Shadow Mystery World, launching relentless attacks on the Origin Fortress. The wizards' slaughter did not reduce the number of Amun-Ros; on the contrary, it seemed to be gradually increasing!

At this point, the assault on the fortress by the Amonro group seemed to have weakened somewhat. Grimm blinked his dry eyes twice, trying to calm his breathing and store up his magic power.

"Finally...it's stopped. I thought these Amonroes were planning to wear us down completely."

Millie stood behind Green, her face also slightly pale. At this moment, her shadow pollution had been cleared and was no longer having any effect.

"Even great Saint-level wizards need to take turns resting to maintain the stability of the space fortress, let alone us low-level wizards. However, things are a bit better here at the fortress; those Light Fortresses on the ground..."

"Why……"

Millie sighed; the light rays from the Light Fortress on the ground were becoming increasingly scarce.

However, the fortress command seems to have decided to defend the Origin Space Fortress to the death until the Shadow Cataclysm is completely over or the Great Cataclysm arrives, and will never give up this demon-hunting expedition.

Therefore, for the foreseeable future, the only task for many witch hunters will be to defend the last stronghold of witch hunters in this world, the Origin Space Fortress.

All the witch hunters have realized this and are preparing for a long battle. In order to conserve magic power, many witch hunters have even removed their wizard shields to minimize magic power consumption and use basic witchcraft to defeat enemies or rely on soul slaves to defeat them.

…………

half a month later.

In the Sanctuary of Enigma, when the Ancestor of Amonro had shrunk to a mere one-meter tall body and was being transported back to Stormwind by dozens of elite Enigma Amonro, all the Stormwind Amonro could no longer hold back their tears.

Like humans, Amonroes have tear glands. A few more intelligent Amonroes also experience emotions such as sadness and confusion, and are not limited to the lower-level Amonroes' instincts of anger, mating, and gluttony.

Holding onto the last breath of life, the ancestor of Amun-ro's hindquarters had completely disappeared, his internal organs were gone, and only his forelimbs and head remained intact, a bloody mess. He was on the verge of death.

"Evil wizards! The great Amonro race, I swear to wipe you all out!" The enigmatic Amonro, guarding the ancestor of Amonro, roared hysterically in a furious rage.

"Amonro! Amonro! Amonro..."

Within Stormwind, tens of thousands of ancient elites, the Enigma of Amonro, roared and raged.

Once these Amonroes leave the protection of Stormwind's original will, they will be subjected to the baptism of endless world balance rules, rapidly aging and dying within one to three months.

During the Cataclysm, one-third of Stormwind's ancient elites chose to sacrifice themselves for the Amun-roe race, joining the battle to purify the shadows and achieving great success, eliminating one wizarding stronghold after another.

but……

All the efforts are just one step away!

The evil wizards are far too powerful. In this world, not only have three powerful and evil wizard kings and countless mysterious and cruel wizard followers descended, but the blood-red sun hanging high in the sky has also released evil energy that even the progenitor of Amonro could not resist.

These evil wizards, relying on the blood-red sun, insist on preserving the last corrupted land in this world, and tempt the fallen Amonro to fight back.

They were unwilling to leave this world.

"Quiet! Quiet! Our king has something to say! Quiet!"

A mysterious Amonro noble, guarding the remains of the ancestor of Amonro, roared loudly.

The progenitor of Amonro slowly opened one of his bloodied and mangled eyes. Just as he was about to say something, he let out a painful howl, and his left forelimb scattered like sand, falling and flying everywhere.

"My King!"

"My King!"

Amidst cries of pain, sorrow, and excitement, the Ancestor of Amonro ceased his sandification, and a powerful surge of soul energy swept outwards, instantly silencing all the grieving Amonroes.

"Quiet, my children."

The voice of the ancestor Amun-Roh was peaceful and serene, yet all the mysteries made Amun-Roh feel that it was merely a final flicker of light from the ancestor Amun-Roh.

The ancestor of Amon-Ros opened his bloodied, mangled eyes and silently surveyed the so-called Amon-Ros who were bestowing their sorrow upon him.

"The world of Amonro is now facing a major crisis, and our Amonro race is now facing a choice between survival and dignity."

All the Amonroes held their breath, listening intently to the voice of the Amonro's soul.

"The Amonro clan chose to devote all their strength to trying to drive out the evil and powerful wizards. The consequence of their failure was that Stormwind City once again became the Enigma Dead Zone of ancient times. Now, the Dead Zone volcanoes sealed by the Enigma Hurricane have once again become the holy land of this world, and the Amonro clan has once again become food for the lava giants."

After a pause, the ancestor of Amonro continued, "Or... should we submit to the wizards, sacrifice the dignity of the Amonro clan for survival, accept the wizards' rule, and use their power to eradicate the remaining ancient lava giants from the dead volcanic field that we cannot enter?"

The ancestor of Amonroes quietly observed the reactions of all the Amonroes present.

"No! This is impossible! How could the noble and great Amonro clan possibly compromise with an evil wizard? My king, the Amonro clan will never submit to him. Amonro would rather..."

"My King, the noble and great Amun-ro race is the absolute ruler of the beautiful and sacred world of Amun-ro, and will never compromise or submit to any evil force. In ancient times, the Amun-ro race did this towards the lava giants, and they did the same towards the evil wizards!"

"To compromise with those evil sorcerers who slaughtered my people and tempted some foolish, corrupted Amonroes to kill each other? Impossible!"

In Stormwind, the ancient Amun-ro, who followed their progenitor Amun-ro, roared excitedly.

The reason they were able to follow the progenitor of Amun-ro and reside in Stormwind in ancient times was because of their wholehearted passion for the world of Amun-ro. And now, do you want them to compromise with the "evil forces"?

This is simply not possible.

Because those 'cunning' Amonroes were not qualified to reside in Stormwind in ancient times; they could only fend for themselves outside the Sanctuary of Enigma. Those who remained here were just some hot-blooded, 'single-minded' Amonroes.

In ancient times, they did not compromise with the powerful lava giants, nor did they choose to jointly rule the world. Instead, they fought to the end and succeeded.

In this way, they became legendary heroes in the world of Amonro, and will be remembered by future generations of Amonro.

"Why……"

With a barely audible sigh, the progenitor of Amun-ro, his bloodied and mangled eyes barely open, looked down at the Amun-ro members beneath his throne, who were secretly filled with anger and passion. He felt a mixture of relief and immense regret.

After a long silence, the Ancestor of Amonro cried out in his final voice, "I no longer have the ability to communicate with the primordial will and stop the Shadow Purification. The World Will's initial setting for the Shadow Purification was that once the entity not belonging to this world was completely cleansed, the Shadow Catastrophe would automatically cease. Tell all the children of this world that our time in this world is limited; we must end the war before the seal of the Endless Mysteries is exhausted. If we fail, this world will revert to the ancient Fire Crystal World."

After saying this, the Ancestor of Amun-ro closed his eyes, and his body turned into sand and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was the consequence of the ancestor of Amonro being unable to resist the curse magic of the Stigmata Wizard who listened to secret words.

(End of this chapter)