Wizard's Journey

Chapter 237 The Shadow Catastrophe (Fifteen)

Three months later, in a patch of sky surrounding the Wizarding World's Origin Space Fortress.

"Ice Roar!"

With her silver hair flying everywhere, Millie's long, slender hand, beneath her wizard robes, gripped an ice crystal feather fan, which she fanned fiercely with magical energy.

With a whoosh, a large swath of frost swept across, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of golden Amonro were frozen into ice sculptures. The next moment, with a series of cracking sounds, they turned into ice shards scattered everywhere.

Panting, pale-faced Millie, holding a high-grade magic stone, bypassed the various soul slaves and flew to the back of the fortress. She glanced at Grin, who was sitting on the space fortress, also holding a high-grade magic stone and mobilizing the power of nature to restore his magic.

One after another, soul slaves and fallen Amonroes howled and roared in front, blocking the endless stream of invading enemies.

As for the ground-based defenses of Guanglingbao, they have all been destroyed and rendered ineffective after nearly three months of attacks by Amonro.

Every day is now an ordeal for the witch hunter.

As if they were about to collapse from exhaustion at any moment, the witch hunters persevered, protecting the last hope of all witch hunters: the Origin Space Fortress.

Beneath the mask of truth, Grimm opened his bloodshot, weary eyes and said grimly, "It's no use. Not to mention the demon hunters who are already nearing their limits, the soul slaves are also almost exhausted. The fortress's current strength is nearing its limit."

Sitting next to Green, Millie regained her magic and whispered, "I wonder which of the fortress's trump cards they will use."

"They must have paid an extremely high price to request aid from the wizarding world. However, this has significantly reduced the effectiveness of this demon-hunting expedition."

Gently rubbing his tired eyes, Grimm, having regained some of his magic power, stood up and gazed at the endless space of the dim sky in the distance.

Millie nodded slowly, and at that moment, she couldn't help but feel nostalgic for her days in the wizarding world during her wizarding apprenticeship.

Becoming a witcher is the fastest way to access high-level wizards and obtain wizarding resources, but the uncertainties involved make it extremely dangerous for weak witchers.

but……

Fortunately, the witch spirits harvested after this demon-hunting expedition can be used to conduct some of the advanced experiments that were designed earlier.

"Caw caw, Young Master Green, I've found out that the logistics department doesn't sell any demon hunter weapons." The myna flapped its wings, dragging its fat body over and landing on Green's shoulder.

Green nodded and sighed. Although it was expected, he was still somewhat disappointed to receive confirmation.

"Help! Help! Quick help! Coordinates 74845, 44441, 144!" The soul sonic spell spread in all directions not far from Green and Millie.

Green's expression hardened, and he used the power of nature to fly over quickly.

Amidst the relentless onslaught of Amonro, occasionally some extremely powerful Mysterious Amonro will appear. These Amonro often attack without regard for their own lives, making them truly terrifying.

Moreover, as time goes by, these Amonro will wither and die on their own.

At first, the witcher thought these enigmatic Amonroes possessed some ability to consume life potential, but later he learned through intelligence that these enigmatic Amonroes were actually legendary beings that had survived from ancient times in this world.

As a result, cries for help could be heard almost constantly from the Origin Space Fortress, and these cries were often accompanied by the fall of a demon hunter wizard.

Millie watched Green's departing figure, sighed, and hurriedly began to recover her magic.

As he charged towards the encirclement of numerous witch hunters, Grimm, who had erected the Wizard's Shield, was taken aback.

A strange and powerful lava giant, a mixture of fire and mystery, was seen carrying the corpse of the mystery Amonro. It was calling out in a soul-like voice, "I mean no harm, wise wizards. I have come to seek cooperation on behalf of the lava giant race."

The witch hunters were astonished; it was a lava giant!

Moreover, the aura of this strange lava giant was far too strong.

call out!call out!call out!

Three elite demon hunter wizards flew rapidly from inside the fortress, pushing back waves of elemental energy.

The three witch hunters were wearing wizard shields. One had the badge of a Level 2 Honor Medal, and the other two had the badge of a Level 3 Honor Medal. The leader, a Level 2 Honor Medal witch hunter, was an old witch who rode on a long broom. Underneath her wide black robe, her withered, wrinkled hands held a communication crystal ball that emitted a dim light.

The three elite demon hunter wizards exchanged glances, equally unable to handle the situation.

The lava giant had clearly sensed the extraordinary nature of these three demon hunter wizards. Its soul voice was filled with solemnity, and it even gradually restrained its energy aura, revealing its three-meter-tall lava body.

The second-class Medal of Honor, Demon Hunter Wizard, with her sunken eye sockets and cloudy eyes, revealed a thoughtful expression. Astride a broom, beneath her wide robe, her wrinkled mouth quietly chanted a witchcraft incantation, and a mysterious fluctuation flowed through the crystal ball that emitted a ghostly light.

"Heh heh, lava creature, I have already informed the Great Stigmata Wizard about what's happening here. Before the Great Stigmata Wizard, all concealment is futile, so if you came here with ulterior motives, this is your last chance to escape."

The old witch's eyes gleamed with a cruel, eerie light, and a wicked smile played on her lips.

"A Saintly Stigmata Wizard? From the wizarding clan..."

Before the lava giant could finish speaking, a wizard wearing a tall hat and a white wizard's robe interrupted from among the many demon hunters surrounding him, saying, "Wizards are merely scholars among humans who study the rules and knowledge. We are human."

The lone lava giant stopped speaking and looked at the demon hunter wizard in surprise. The other dark wizards also looked thoughtful and glanced at the demon hunter wizard silently.

Rumble...

A massive spaceship landed in the sky. Its enormous size caused many fallen Amonroes and soul slaves to retreat, making the lava giant raise his head in awe, wondering and sensing what was happening.

A level 3 honor badge demon hunter indicated that the situation on the spaceship was unusual and that the plan to provide military support for its destruction was canceled.

The spaceship's main cannon received the signal and slowly retracted its barrel, but did not leave the space.

Clearly, the lava giant's life force had led the spaceship to assess it as a significant threat.

The scene gradually quieted down. Some of the demon hunter wizards began to obey the orders of the high-ranking wizards and gradually dispersed, while the dark wizards stayed behind, ready to deal with any emergencies.

With his face bearing the gray-white spiral pattern of Truth, Grimm revealed his eyes, his body shrouded in elemental power, and a fat myna bird with red and green feathers perched on his shoulder. He was an inconspicuous member among the many demon hunter wizards, quietly observing this lava giant that combined the power of mystery and the power of fire.

However, apart from a very few witchers, most witchers do not understand the true status of the lava giant in this world and think it is just a unique wild creature.

Even Green only had a superficial understanding based on some historical information and intelligence.

Perhaps only a great Stigmata Wizard, based on certain high-level rules and information, could deduce the true status of the lava giant in this world.

After a while.

As a magnificent magical wave spread across the sky above the fortress, the lava giant and numerous demon hunter wizards turned to look, and amidst many reverent gazes, the Tomb Whisper Saint Mark Wizard descended.

(End of this chapter)