Wizard's Journey

Chapter 359 The Gate to the World (Part 3)

"well……"

After a slightly regretful sigh, the calm voice continued, "Kill them."

Suddenly, the Dark Flame God in the distant sky spoke, as if instructing his servant on such a trivial matter as polishing the leather plate; his voice resounded throughout the vast sky.

Instantly, the millions of locusts in Green's eyes caused a stir among the people.

"An oracle! This is an oracle!"

Countless locust-men murmured in a daze, and suddenly, like a tidal wave, clusters of black flames began to burn fiercely.

As for the fact that the Silent Saint was killed by Grin, it no longer attracts the attention of many locusts.

Ultimately, he was just a saint. Every hundred years or so, a saint who attempts to become a god of fire appears in the world of locusts, but most of them are ultimately forgotten.

Just now.

A burst of Black Rope Essence from the Grim Ram's Horned Skull Magic Staff finally caught the attention of the Dark Flame God, the Lord of the World.

The leader of these little creatures that emerged from the tunnels of the Nest World has actually mastered this level of power?

It seems it's time to thoroughly clean up the nest world.

In any enslaved world, the rulers would never allow a new generation of world masters to emerge. Although this little thing possesses some wondrous powers, it is far from reaching the life level of a world master.

Even in the eyes of this Dark Flame God, Green was nothing more than a small thing that could be wiped away at will, and he didn't even need to take action himself.

At this moment, with just a word from himself, millions of locust warriors would wipe out this ignorant little thing and its numerous nest world followers.

Then, their locust-like subjects flooded into the nest world.

And when I personally descend upon the Nest World, I will definitely clean up the resistance that has grown up there over the years, to prevent such a boring thing from happening again.

The Dark Flame God disdains the few clowns who jumped out of the Gate of the World in an attempt to resist the will of the Great Locust and doesn't pay them much attention. After issuing the "divine decree," he simply chats casually with the Dark Flame God using the voice of his soul.

As someone who has grown step by step into the master of the world, the Dark Flame God is all too aware of the enormous gap between two different levels of life.

There was a time when I was like this creature, seemingly possessing incredible power beyond my class, as if I already had the qualifications to look directly at the Lord of the World.

But for the beings who have traversed these stages, it is as if they are only seeing their former, ignorant selves.

Yes, some people do, but they simply don't care.

Without becoming the master of the world, one is ultimately just an insect, and will not even attract the attention of the world's fundamental will. Such a tiny life would think that the world it inhabits is so boundless, so vast and fantastical.

As for the Dark Flame God, after witnessing the death of the Silent Saint, he remained indifferent and stopped paying attention to everything here.

…………

The locusts surged in like a tidal wave, resembling a swarm of locusts that blotted out the sky.

The sunlight was blocked, and the sky became completely dark.

Each locust had black flames burning fiercely above its head, and with its sword held horizontally across its chest, it surged towards the seemingly powerful soul slave monsters with an intense fighting spirit.

The two-headed thunder giant stands over thirty meters tall.

One resembled a giant crocodile, the other a vicious wolf, with pale purple soul fire emanating from its four eyes. The crackling of thunder and lightning filled the air, and constantly leaping arcs of lightning exploded into sparks in mid-air.

Roar!

The giant crocodile's thunderous head spewed out an arc of electricity half a meter in diameter, which was fiery red and had an extremely strong melting effect. The locusts in the distance screamed and were charred as they touched it, their bodies melting away.

The wolf's thunderous head also emitted a half-meter-thick arc of electricity, but it was azure blue. Wherever the lightning passed, ice and snow fell, and the locusts that were swept by it fell stiffly from the sky.

A deformed, thunderous giant hand suddenly emerged from the chest and reached out to grab a level one locust warrior wielding a sword.

"what……"

The locust warrior who attempted to ambush the Thunder Giant was caught in the grip of this deformed, thunderous giant hand.

The locust warrior swung his sword a few times on the deformed, thunderous giant hand. The sword, imbued with a fraction of the power of the fiery soul, struck the giant hand, but the giant hand absorbed it without flinching.

The next moment, with a "poof," the locust was crushed by the giant thunder hand.

"snort!"

A cold snort came from the side of the thunder giant. As the sword was swung, a ten-meter-long stream of fiery soul power swept across. Accompanied by the thunder giant's painful roar, the deformed giant hand that had just crushed a locust warrior in its chest was severed.

The Thunder Giant's head, spewing fiery red arcs of electricity, flashed with a fierce light in its eyes.

Just as the giant crocodile's head was about to turn and attack the powerful locust, several more locusts wielded swords imbued with the power of raging flames, slashing through the air and severing the giant crocodile's thunderous head, which had slaughtered a large number of locusts.

"roar……"

The wolf's thunderous head beside it only had time for its final, painful roar before hundreds and thousands of sword blades, imbued with the power of the Flame Soul, slashed across every part of the thunder giant.

This powerful thunder elemental giant, which had followed the wizard's will to conquer more than ten large and small alien worlds, finally reached the end of its life.

Amidst the scars, the flame of the soul, utterly destroyed, was extinguished.

With a loud "boom," the rolling thunderous power around him dissipated into large arcs of electricity.

Further back, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of locusts, carrying billowing black flames, traversed this arc of electricity and surged toward the bizarre creatures emerging from the gate to the nest world.

……

The bone-spiky monster, shrouded in a black, highly toxic aura, resembled a hedgehog. With a roar, it shrank into a giant ball, its bone spikes pointing outwards.

As each venomous bone spike shot out in afterimages, it would accurately cause a locust to fall from the sky with a scream.

It keeps spinning.

This powerful bone-spiky monster attempted to buy time, hoping for a sliver of hope to fulfill the great wizard's will, relentlessly slaughtering the ever-growing number of locusts around it.

One after another, the soul slave monsters who had come together to fight fell and died in this strange world.

At the very front, only it persisted, witnessing the endless swarm of locusts rushing past it, heading towards the Gate of the World, and hurtling towards the Wizard Grimm who represented the will of the great wizard.

creak!

A strange sound came, and the huddled bone spike monster paused for a moment.

That sound...

Suddenly, it remembered.

This was during my childhood, in the world that nurtured me. As a child at the bottom of the food chain, I feared the predators at the top every day. Those powerful predators could easily bite through my proud bone spikes and armor and devour me.

Then one day, the blood-red moon in the sky was filled with an eerie and ominous aura, and a race of creatures called wizards, bearing the great will of wizards, descended upon this world.

They brought disaster and fear; they brought endless killing.

Any creature that dared to resist the wizard's will, whether it was a predator at the top of the food chain or a lowly life at the bottom, was slaughtered without exception.

That was my last memory of my hometown...

Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I have grown into such a powerful being, with the bone armor and bone spurs on my body becoming stronger and stronger.

So powerful that the images of those predators in his memory have begun to blur.

Creak, creak, creak...

One after another, the fiery soul power swept across, and the skull-armored monster was ultimately just like the other soul slave monsters, dismembered and falling to the ground. Its soul fire was torn into pieces and devoured by the locusts, who were in a state of extreme excitement and frenzy.

The two-headed thunder giant and the bone spike monster are merely a microcosm of the many slave monsters that stand before the Gate of the World.

These most elite soul slaves, who had fought relentlessly according to the will of the great wizard, were torn apart one after another and had their souls devoured by the overwhelming, despairing swarm of locusts that blotted out the sky.

Before the Gate of the World, the number of the thousand soul slave monsters that the Black Tower Saint Mark Wizard had sent to Grimm was dwindling.

(End of this chapter)