Wizard's Journey

Chapter 356 The World of Locusts

The world of locusts.

The process of life's evolution is so magical and unpredictable. In the slug world, which has yet to be explored by this powerful wizarding world, there lives a species called slugs. They have ruled this rich world for countless years.

The ancient world of slugs and locusts from the distant past is now untraceable.

However, there is no doubt that some ancient relics and steles mention information about the Spider Mother God and the Shining Mantis God, suggesting that the rulers of the ancient locust world were not locusts.

until one day……

The birth of the Primordial Fire God, who possesses the ability to communicate with unknown life forms in other worlds, open the gates of world tunnels, control the power of fire and soul, and transform the fear of enemies into his own power, changed the course of life evolution in this world.

The locust family is a milestone in the evolution of life on this world.

The era when ancient alien gods ruled the world was completely overthrown by the great Locust Clan.

This species, which eats plants, worships fire, praises the beauty of life and death, and instills fear in its enemies with its powerful fire spirit and near-desperate numbers, has become the true master of this world.

In the years that followed.

The world of Flood Locusts has experienced several expeditions to other worlds, all of which ended in great victory. Nourished by the fresh souls from other worlds, the world of Flood Locusts has given birth to seven more Flame Gods after the First Flame God.

Among the seven Flame Gods.

Three of the Locust World perished during their expedition to other worlds. The remaining four Flame Gods then established powerful empires on the continent that rivaled those of the First Locust Flame God.

The five great empires of the locust world are the Primordial Locust Empire, the Darkborn Empire, the Dark Annihilation Empire, the Dark Empire, and the Dark and Bright Empire.

Besides the five great empires that occupy the most fertile and expansive regions of the continent, there are also thousands of locust saints, large and small, who have the potential to become the next generation of fire gods and have established numerous vassal states of varying sizes.

Beyond the fertile continent, in the extremely cold lands, live some alien races whose gods were destroyed in ancient times, which have become the adventure paradise for the locust warriors.

Of course, there are also the most mysterious guardians of the slug world, who travel to every corner of this world, searching again and again for anything that might pose a threat to the slug world.

Santa Cruz is a dependent state.

Saint Santa has lived for over 3,700 years.

Three thousand seven hundred years is nothing compared to those near-immortal great fire gods, but compared to the short lifespan of the locust race, it is already one of the legendary existences second only to the great fire gods.

As the sword moved, strands of fiery soul power were freely unleashed. This essence of swordsmanship, along with the control over the accumulation and surge of power, had reached the pinnacle of ordinary swordsmanship among the Locust Clan.

"Saint Santa truly deserves to be called the strongest saint of the Darkborn Empire. I'm afraid that in the entire Locust World, apart from those few supreme and great Flame Gods, there are very few people who are worth a saint's attention."

The female locust who spoke was about 1.7 meters tall, which is considered extremely tall among locusts.

Clad in a beautiful garment woven from unknown flame feathers, her body radiating the fragrance of life, this female slug praised the majestic and robust male slug before her with mouths resembling those of a locust.

The common characteristic of every slug is that it has a black flame burning on its head.

The sword is sheathed.

Clad in metal armor, the male locust named Santa shook his head and said, "Lier, don't praise me. It will make me arrogant and forget the humility of the Flame Soul Blade."

Privately, Santa called this stunningly beautiful woman Li'er, a secret affair known to very few in Santa's vassal states.

Tilt your head back.

Santa's gaze pierced through hundreds of layers of fiery red nests, looking up at the sun in the sky, which radiated endless scorching flames, and he murmured, "Without becoming a great fire god, we are ultimately just ordinary locusts shining under the sun in the sky."

Li'er walked with light steps to Santa, bringing with her a fresh fragrance, and nestled in Santa's arms.

"I trust you."

The sound was only audible to Santa, like a murmur in his ear.

Gently embracing the beauty, Santa still gazed at the sun in the sky and said softly, "I have traveled the entire Locust World, but as you said, although there are still some hidden powerful saints in this world worthy of my respect, they can no longer bring me the opportunity to take a step further."

Lil nestled in Santa's arms.

Although she was actually taller than Santa, she appeared shorter in the close embrace, so she looked up and asked, "I've heard that beyond the far north ice plains..."

"You mean those ancient alien races?"

Santa scoffed dismissively, "Let the younger generation train those ancient alien races. Their ancestors witnessed the glory of the great locust race; it would be a pity for them to go extinct like this."

More and more, Lily felt the power of Santa, whom she was relying on, but she could only sigh.

I am, after all, just an ordinary grasshopper. In recent years, I have increasingly felt that the time I can spend with Santa is running out.

With deep affection and reluctance in her eyes, Li'er savored Santa's last warmth.

"Li'er".

Santa embraced the woman in his arms and whispered.

"Um?"

Li'er closed her eyes, her voice almost coming from deep in her throat; she simply wanted to quietly enjoy the peace of the moment.

"In a year, it will be time for our Darkborn Empire to open the gate to another world. This time, the Empire plans to open the gate to the Nest World. I intend to go to this enslaved world and explore it thoroughly, absorbing some new and unique souls, while using the inferior primitive creatures there to forge my Flame Soul Fighting Will."

Lil opened her eyes and looked at Santa.

"That world where the merciful Flame God once fell, enslaved?"

Santa nodded and said, "That's right. The Nest World is one of the worlds that resisted the strongest during our great Flame Soul World's expedition to other realms. A powerful and brutal otherworldly god killed the great Soul Compassion Flame God, causing his fall."

He paused for a moment.

Santa said in a deep voice, "However, the Nest World is now the richest of the six enslaved worlds under the Flame Soul World, with countless fresh and strange alien souls. The Nest World is extremely cold, making it an excellent place to temper the power of the Flame Soul. In addition, there are those strange and inferior primitive creatures, some of whom are even Saint-level beings. This allows me to hone my fighting will more effectively, a hundred times more so than those ancient alien races."

By the end, Santa's eyes were filled with longing.

Fifteen hundred years ago, during that soul-harvesting trip to the Nest World, he successfully broke through to the level of Locust Saint amidst unimaginable crises in the Locust World and established his own kingdom.

Li'er forced a smile, her eyes filled with deep reluctance, and said softly, "You are the master of Santa Kingdom, and you are one of the most likely Flood Locust Saints in the Flood Locust World to become the new generation of Flame God. Your will will make those inferior alien creatures tremble, grovel at your feet, accept your will's command, and offer up their souls."

Santa smiled and embraced the beauty in his arms tightly.

Six months later.

Santa led tens of thousands of locust warriors from Santa's territories, eager to undergo trials in the Nest World, towards the Darkborn Imperial Capital.

Another six months later.

As a black flame, over a hundred meters high, appeared in the sky above the capital, hundreds of millions of locusts went into a frenzy.

The shouts and cries were deafening.

As the supreme and great Darkfire God unleashed his divine power, the space above the millions of locust warriors in the Darkfire Imperial Capital began to distort, as if it were about to open the world gate connecting the locust world and the nest world.

This was an exciting moment, one that all locusts would never forget.

All the locust warriors who sought to break through their limits paid a high price to earn this opportunity to travel to the enslaved world to collect fresh souls and forge their fighting will.

They praised the god of darkness and fire as they eagerly awaited his arrival.

However, something seemed to have gone wrong, and the Gate to the World did not open as expected, leaving the originally excited Locust Warriors stunned.

Soon, a second black flame, over a hundred meters high, appeared in the sky!

"Dark Life, why did you summon me to descend?"

The second black flame communicated through the sound of their souls, and they seemed quite unhappy about it.

"Dark Annihilation, it seems some kind of catastrophe has occurred in the Nest World. My soul slaves there have suddenly decreased by more than half, and they can no longer support opening the World Gate."

"What?!"

After the voice of the Dark Flame God changed, he said in a panic, "I'll try too. If that doesn't work, then we'll have to ask the Primordial Locust to use the supreme divine power of the many nest world souls he has stored to open the world gate from the Locust World in reverse."

A moment later, the Dark Flame God breathed a sigh of relief.

Many of its soul slaves in the lair world also died, but with the combined efforts of the Dark Flame God, it was able to barely open the gate to the world.

It seems that some kind of catastrophe has really happened in the Nest World.

Thinking this, the two Flame Gods exchanged a glance and hesitated whether they should personally descend upon this enslaved world to investigate.

Clearly, something must have changed in this nest world to cause such a large-scale reduction in the number of soul slaves controlled by the two Flame Gods.

As a enslaved world that cleanses and collects souls every five hundred years, this primordial nest world could not possibly give birth to a new world ruler.

However, let's hold the ceremony first and then make a decision.

Just before the two great fire gods of the locust world were about to announce the official start of this journey to harvest souls from another realm, the gate to the world suddenly rippled, and a giant crab claw extended out.

On the back of the Cancer, covered in reddish-brown fur, a tiny, indistinct yellow sandball slowly emerged from the Gate of the World, accompanying the Cancer.

"Hehehehe, so this is the Flame Soul World?"

Beneath the greyish-white mask, a tiny figure muttered somberly, while black flames blazed fiercely in the eye sockets of the ram's horn skull magic wand.

(End of this chapter)