Wizard's Journey

Chapter 239 Shadow Cataclysm (Seventeen)

What's going on?

Not only Green and Millie, but other low-level demon hunters were also somewhat confused by the changes in the space fortress.

Unlike the Wizarding World, in this alien world, the spatial fortresses that exude the original will of the Wizarding World require hundreds or thousands of times more resources to move. Therefore, the original spatial fortresses that move during the Demon Hunting Expedition are generally only moved over very short distances, and long-distance movement is extremely rare.

However, at this moment, the impact of Amonro around the Origin Space Fortress has indeed been greatly reduced.

"Waaah..."

Beside Green, a fallen Amonro suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the moving, flying fortress square.

After driving away several hungry, crippled soul slaves, Grimm, Millie, and several nearby witch hunters who were recovering their magic all looked towards the fallen Amonro.

This is……

Beneath the surface of truth, Green's eyes were fixed on the weak and listless body of Amonro. The faint, swirling vortexes of light actually showed signs of life.

These pale green light threads, like colorful ribbons, swirled around the body of the Fallen Amonro, floating slowly. At the same time, as the Fallen Amonro breathed through his mouth and nose, the light threads gradually increased and spread outwards, making the Fallen Amonro increasingly weak.

"Is this the 'Wail of Amonro,' which the fortress's technology department has been researching in recent years based on the dark wizards' mystical arts of life and death? Are these green glowing lights some kind of strange creature?"

Green guessed, took out a test tube, and collected some of these modified rare elemental creatures.

Other witch-hunting wizards in the vicinity did the same, and one cruel dark wizard even used witchcraft to intensify the glowing creature, hastening the death of the fallen Amonro.

High in the sky, the three Stigmata Wizards and the Lava Giant were all gone within a hundred meters. It seemed that they had returned to the fortress because of the release of "Amonro's Lament".

Could it be that the three great Stigmata Wizards, through the lava giant's mournful cry, reached some kind of pact or consensus?

Could it be that there are still some forces of lava giants in this world?

Judging from the appearance, this lava giant does not seem to be enslaved by the Stigmata Wizard, but rather has some kind of subtle equal relationship with him.

Green guessed what was going on in his mind but didn't express it. As he pushed aside the rolling dark clouds, this small space in the space fortress square gradually quieted down.

"Green." Millie suddenly called out to Green beside her.

"Um?"

Green turned to look at Millie, his voice sounding somewhat serious.

Slowly, Millie extended her index finger, and frost gathered, gradually forming a small ice bird. Then, with a "pop," a dazzling ice flower burst open, revealing an exquisite scroll, which she solemnly handed to Green.

"I know that your three secret great sorceries can acquire some of the talents of others, and you have already obtained my sister's Fiery Body talent. I suppose that since you obtained my blood during the Holy Tower Qualifying Tournament, your Ice Marrow Body talent is likely to form at any moment?"

After a pause, Millie's eyes revealed genuine gratitude as she said, "Just now, I was in despair, but you actually appeared and saved me. I can't express how grateful I am. This scroll contains my knowledge, analysis, and understanding of the Ice Marrow Crystallization Spell over the past two hundred years, as a token of my gratitude to you."

Ice marrow crystallization?

Green thought of the diamond-shaped ice crystal on Millie's forehead. At this moment, due to Millie's previous self-sealing, her forehead was completely empty, with nothing left.

However, Green could clearly sense that the crystalline light was a super-powerful energy reserve node formed by Millie using specific ice-attribute energy compression, which she used to cast some large-scale strategic sorcery that consumed magic power.

With a serious expression, Green took the scroll and nodded, acknowledging the unspoken rules of the dark wizard deal between him and Millie.

The scroll was handed to the myna bird, which clucked once, then transformed into a child's drawing and disappeared into the dimensional gap.

Millie glanced at Green with envy. This myna bird was originally obtained by her father by chance and left to her. He hoped that she could use the Ice Age Sealing Technique as a basis to communicate with this wonderful little creature again one day.

Unexpectedly, due to the changes during the Santa Qualifying Tournament, he has now become Green's soulmate.

With a sigh, Millie stopped caring about the outside world and focused all her energy on restoring her magic, bringing a brief period of peace to the fortress.

…………

A month later.

"Hold on! We can't back down, we're about to win!" The chief wizard shouted in the sky above the fortress, trying his best to gather the magic power of the dozens of demon hunter wizards who formed a six-star magic circle to take on the responsibility of defending a corner of the space fortress.

However, deep within his pupils lay immense bitterness.

At this moment, not to mention the level one demon hunters around him, even he, a level two demon hunter, was nearing his limit.

If they lose their position, the countless Amonro hordes charging forward will quickly rush into the fortress square, causing chaos.

Relying on those dark wizards?

Those who fight individually are utterly insignificant in the face of a group of Ming Wizards who fight as a unified force; they can only serve as auxiliary henchmen, or to put it bluntly, enhanced versions of soul slaves.

Uh...

Just then, a horn sounded throughout the vast space fortress. Suddenly, a large number of mechanical puppets emerged from the entrance leading from the plaza to the interior of the fortress base, rushing towards the fortress's advance and replacing the Ming Wizards' defensive perimeter. The exhausted Ming Wizards retreated back to the fortress plaza.

Green, stationed at a defensive position off-center in the fortress plaza, turned and looked up at the tens of thousands of mechanical golems arranged in a uniform square formation, pressing towards the fortress's advance. A sense of relief washed over him, and he murmured, "The operations command has finally released these strategic materials. It seems the fortress is finally reaching its destination?"

Mechanical golems are one of the last resorts for space fortresses to save themselves, and also an important strategic resource for the Wizarding World to stockpile endlessly.

To prevent demon hunters from becoming dependent on mechanical puppet resources, the Holy Tower has outrageous regulations regarding compensation for damaged mechanical puppets, making it difficult for holy-scarred wizards to use them.

Now that these mechanical puppets have been activated by the Saint Mark Wizard, it means that the safe haven that the fortress has been touting for the past month will soon be reached.

What kind of place will this be?

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

The mechanical puppets, varying in size and shape, stood in neat rows, each unleashing beams of energy. They held firm at the forefront of the attack, fearlessly resisting the almost frenzied onslaught of the Amonro swarm. Occasionally, scenes of fierce hand-to-hand combat with the overwhelmed Amonro swarm would appear, resulting in extremely brutal battles.

During the final stages of the Holy Tower Qualification War, Green knew that even the lowest-level worker ant-level mechanical puppets had barely reached the minimum standard for first-level creatures. As for the soldier ant and general ant mechanical puppets above them, they already met the standards for second- and third-level creatures.

Now, seeing at least hundreds of thousands of mechanical puppets emerging, Green was truly shocked.

The current situation may seem like the limit for the witchers, but it is far from being "extremely damaged" for the fortress.

Perhaps this is also a kind of training for witch hunters?

Three hourglasses later, as the endless horde of Amonroes surged more and more frantically, seemingly growing more intense the closer the fortress got to the front, the many demon hunters on the fortress finally caught sight of the boundless, enigmatic hurricane in the distance, which seemed to be tearing everything apart and raging fiercely.

Ok?

This is... a sealed place?

(End of this chapter)