Wizard's Journey

Chapter 238 The Shadow Catastrophe (Sixteen)

Its energy is vast and boundless, like a boundless ocean.

Beneath the metal helmet were a pair of cold, gleaming eyes, four longswords on his back, and hundreds of dark red energy bars, like the strings of a musical instrument, swirling and shifting around his body.

Although the human body of the Tomb of the Holy Mark Wizard is only about 1.7 meters tall, the presence of this high-level life form exudes a powerful aura that commands the attention of many demon hunter wizards, who look up to him with expressions of utmost respect.

The lava giant spoke in a respectful, soul-stirring voice: "Greetings, Lord of the Great Wizarding World."

The matter between the Saint Mark Wizard and this mysterious lava giant was beyond the reach of the low-level Demon Hunter Wizards, so the majority of them dispersed.

Green flew through the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind. He glanced at the empty sky, where the Tomb Whisper Stigmata Wizard, a few Demon Hunter Wizards, and the mysterious Lava Giant were whispering negotiations.

A short while later, the lava giant actually followed the Holy Mark Wizard who listened to the secret words into the fortress!

An hourglass later, Millie flew over from behind Green, who was on patrol, a wisp of icy coldness dancing around her.

"What happened? Just now, even the Tomb Whisper Saint Mark Wizard personally descended." Millie's voice was filled with surprise and doubt.

Grimm slowly shook his head, following behind dozens of patrolling Fallen Amonroes. Beneath the Mask of Truth, his weary eyes revealed a thoughtful expression as he slowly said, "A lava giant has arrived, probably at the level of a level three archmage. He says he's seeking cooperation."

"Hehe, if you ask me, it's probably the native creatures of this world who are planning to rebel against Amonro's rule and are seeking the support of the wizards. In ancient times, when the wizards conquered one world after another, they encountered this kind of thing far too often." The myna scratched the feathers on its wing with its head and said nonchalantly.

Green and Millie glanced at the myna bird. A look of surprise flashed across Millie's eyes. Ancient times?

Due to the limitations of their knowledge and perspective, low-level wizards only have a superficial understanding of the affairs of higher beings. Making unfounded guesses is just foolishly creating trouble for themselves.

Ok?

Suddenly, in the sky where Green and Millie were patrolling, a horde of Fallen Amonroes in the distance began to riot. Green and Millie led dozens of Fallen Amonroes quickly to the scene, where they found a horde of Amonroes numbering in the thousands locked in a fierce battle with the Fallen Amonroes.

The Fallen Amonro numbered only a hundred or so, far from being a match for them.

However, with the arrival of the two witch hunters, Grimm and Millie, and the support of their magical attacks, the situation was finally stabilized. A moment later, other witch hunters from the surrounding area arrived to provide support.

huh, huh, huh...

Panting, their breathing somewhat disordered, Grimm and Millie, holding the magic stone, flew back to the rear of the space fortress to recover their magic power.

At this point, few demon hunters are able to fully replenish their magic power before engaging in battle. Most of them have to leave the fortress after replenishing a quarter to a third of their magic power to defend against the relentless onslaught of the Amonro horde.

As a result, the wizards' ability to fight for extended periods naturally declined significantly.

Level 1 Witcher Wizards have relatively low mana reserves, and often after a short battle, they need to hide behind the fortress to replenish their mana or recover their stamina.

In the distance, the sky was dark and the shadowy catastrophe continued. The endless shadowy clouds rolled and swirled, as if the entire world was filled with the mysterious energy of the shadows, presenting a mysterious fog-like shape.

No matter how powerful the witch hunters are, or even if they once established and ruled a shadow empire in this world, this world is ultimately an extremely unfamiliar, mysterious, and unknown place for witches who are human.

Even the places explored by the wizards were only one or two tenths of the vast world ruled by Amonro.

There are still so many mysteries and unknowns in this world.

Alas, in this unknown world, if it weren't for the indomitable will of the wizarding world constantly emanating from within the Origin Fortress, the demon hunter wizards, facing what seemed like an entirely unfamiliar and hostile world, as if ready to devour these tiny and helpless humans at any moment, would probably have already collapsed.

……

Ten days later.

"Grin!" Millie shrieked, the diamond-shaped ice crystal on her forehead bursting with a bright and dazzling light, a pillar of magical energy rippled, her silver hair stood on end, a large amount of natural power gathered, and a rolling wave of frost power swept out.

In an instant, hundreds of golden Amonroes within fifty meters of it were frozen into ice sculptures, falling lifelike from the sky.

However, several Enigma Amonroes, emanating the power of Enigma, were unfazed by the penetrating, piercing frost and attempted to seal Millie with their Enigma power.

Creak, creak!

Millie, constantly shrinking under the pressure of the power of mystery, was forced to seal herself, forming a giant iceberg centered on herself. This temporarily resisted the seal of mystery and drove away the surrounding mystery, Amonro. The iceberg then fell from the sky.

……

On the spatial fortress hundreds of meters away, beneath the gray-white spiral pattern of the Face of Truth, Grimm's pupils contracted, and with a roar, he quickly swallowed a potion. His wizard robes billowed as magic surged, leaving the myna bird behind, before a spatial distortion and disappearance occurred.

boom!

Green, transformed into a ball of crimson fire, shot out dozens of meters with lightning power beneath his feet, then twisted space once more, chasing after the iceberg that had fallen from the sky.

At this moment, beneath the Origin Space Fortress, numerous Lightling Fortresses had already been wiped out by the nearly endless army of Amonro. If Millie were allowed to fall, she would only face certain death!

As the number of Fallen Amonro and Soul Slave Monsters decreases, the defensive identification zone of the space fortress can now only be defined within a range of 300 meters.

Three hundred meters away lies the unfamiliar and unknown territory of the shadow world of Amonro.

At this moment, Green left the defensive identification circle without hesitation and rushed towards the falling iceberg. With Green constantly activating the flames that spread from his magic, some of the Amonro who attempted to attack him gave up as soon as they got close due to the intense heat.

drink!

With a loud shout, Grimm's magic staff pierced the tip of the iceberg, disrupting the seal's stable structure from the outside. As he continued to fall with the iceberg, he did his best to destroy it and rescue Millie.

Thud, thud, thud, crash!

Amidst the flying ice shards, Grimm grabbed Millie, who was curled up inside the iceberg. At this moment, she was being compressed by the power of the mystery, and her size was only the size of a fist.

"Grimm? I..." In a daze, the shrunken Millie stared at the iceberg in the sky behind Grimm, and cried out in despair, "Watch out!"

Green turned around abruptly and found that more than a dozen Mysterious Amonroes, leading tens of thousands of Golden Amonroes, had surrounded them from all directions. Among the Mysterious Amonroes were some with terrifying auras that were close to death.

Snapped!

He placed Millie into his sleeve, clasped his hands together, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes beneath the Mask of Truth. He unleashed his last remaining magic power and vanished from the spot.

With a deafening crash, the iceberg fell to the ground, but its hard texture prevented it from shattering completely. Behind the enigmatic Amonro, a massive swarm of golden Amonroes, enough to drive Green to despair, surged forward and engulfed the iceberg.

"Th-thank you."

On the space fortress, Millie returned to her original size, bowed her head to express her gratitude, and her weakened body made it impossible for her to even stand up.

Green wasn't in much better shape than Millie. That potential-enhancing potion had also pushed Green to his limit, leaving him barely able to stand, leaning on his magic wand.

The situation of Green and Millie is a true reflection of the plight of most demon hunters on the Origin Space Fortress.

As the number of Fallen Amonro and Soul Slave Monsters dwindles, the mission density of the Demon Hunter Wizards increases, bringing them closer to their limits. Even the 300-meter defensive identification zone is gradually being breached.

A bitter look appeared in Green's eyes: "Combat Command, haven't you made any new plans yet?"

The powerlessness of low-level wizards left Green with no choice but to drift along, hoping for action from the command center or high-level wizards.

Ok?

With a slight panting, Green suddenly took out a crystal ball, inside which a Dark Guardian Witcher said with a solemn expression, "Witcher, the Amonro's Howling Potion has been ordered to be retrieved by the Operations Command."

This witcher was the same level 3 honor medal witcher who had previously given Grimm the quest "The Howl of Amonro".

回收？

Green was taken aback, but he could not disobey the order. He nodded, took out a bottle of green potion from his chest pocket, and handed it to the myna bird.

"Got it, haha, I'll take it over right away, Eighth Master." The myna picked up the potion bottle, flapped its wings, and flew towards the low wizard tower in the center of the fortress.

Half a day later.

Having recovered somewhat, the demon hunters, including Grimm and Millie, raised their heads high and looked up at the sky above the fortress, where the Whispering Stigmata Wizard, the Tomb Whisper Stigmata Wizard, the Tomb Whisper Stigmata Wizard, and... that strange lava giant stood side by side!

This mere level three creature actually...

More than ten wizards, adorned with honorary medals, seemed to have received orders from the Stigmata Wizards. They flew in all directions in various different forms, rushing into the vast, dark, unknown shadow space.

The current space fortress defense identification zone is only 100 meters.

However, even with such a small defensive perimeter, the space fortress was already on the verge of collapse. The holy-scarred wizards in the sky, whose faces were extremely grim, had to take action from time to time to wipe out large swarms of Amonro attempting to storm into the fortress square.

One by one, Amonro's corpses lay on the square.

Standing in the square, Green dodged several falling corpses of Amonro, when a five-meter-tall crippled six-horned wolf soul slave pounced on him, devouring him greedily. Similar crippled soul slaves from other places rushed over, scrambling for food.

The regular power of the Demon Hunter Wizards in the Origin Space Fortress had indeed reached its limit.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

Green discovered that many spaceships were beginning to fly back to the mechanical hatches at the base of the space fortress, and at the same time, some mechanical puppets began to appear at some key defensive positions.

What's going on?

Are we going to abandon this demon-hunting expedition?

Green and Millie exchanged a glance, somewhat unable to believe their eyes.

A little over half an hourglass's time later, the Medal of Honor elite demon hunter wizards who had rushed out into the vast, dark, shadowy clouds in all directions flew back one after another, all with expressions of lingering fear on their faces. Green noticed one of them and realized that it was actually his second uncle from Daddaron.

Boom!

Suddenly, the entire space fortress trembled and began to move and fly in a certain direction, pushing aside the rolling dark clouds with no mercy.

From the shadowy, unknown depths of the clouds, the mournful cries of Amonro echoed intermittently, and the fortress's resistance began to decrease rapidly.

(End of this chapter)