Wizard's Journey

Chapter 373 Alliance Leader: Mr. Mu Mu's "True Scripture of the Flame Soul"!

after all……

No matter what conditions Green offered, Naraku would never tell Green even a single bit of the magical knowledge that her brother Nari had given her, which she had dedicated all her wisdom and love to, as a trade.

Disappointed, Green could only bury this wonderful idea deep in his heart and silently bear the loss.

Naraku looked at the pair of eyes of a completely different color beneath Grimm's face, then suddenly took out a book and handed it over through the black chain.

"I'll use it as payment. I won't participate in the Demon Hunting Expedition in the Flame Soul World a hundred years from now."

After saying that, Naraku left without looking back.

Green held the book in astonishment. The book's cover was red and black, like a burning flame, completely different from the white and gray covers of the wizarding world. The azure blue text made Green extremely uncomfortable to read.

These words...

Green was astonished; these were the same words he had once received from the "Devil's Contract"—these were soul words!

As long as you feel it with your soul, it seems to correspond to a certain rhythm and rule of the soul. Even people who have not studied this kind of written knowledge can easily understand the content described above.

Standing there, Green seemed lost in thought, oblivious to the myna bird on his shoulder calling "Young Master, Young Master" repeatedly.

"The soul is immortal, and life goes on. The soul is divided into three parts: emotional will, instinctive will, and unknown connections. Emotional will is the foundation of life cognition, instinctive will is the cold, concentrated will of the body and flesh, and unknown connections are like a bridge between life and destiny..."

Green was engrossed in reading the part of the book about the descriptions and records of souls in the Flame Soul World.

Even the parts of the book that were nine-tenths of the way to praise the Dark Flame God, Grimm read them word by word, because behind them lay the history of the Flame Soul World!

"Only the 'True Scripture of the Flame Soul' of the Primordial Locust Temple can, based on the unknown connection of souls and using a large number of soul mediums as bridges, attempt to contact the equally great life wills of those distant unknown worlds at a specific time."

"The True Scripture of the Flame Soul"?

Based on the unknown connection of souls, and using a large number of soul mediums as transit bridges, how can we access the communication capabilities of the great unknown life will of distant worlds?

Green gasped.

It seems I absolutely have to go to this Flame Soul World!

Green gradually came to his senses, carefully put away the book "Hymn of the Baptism of the Dark Flame God, Volume Seventy-Three," and only then did he hear the myna bird on his shoulder calling him in a hoarse voice, "Young Master, Young Master."

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Green asked in astonishment.

"Young Master, I've been calling you for almost an hourglass! Look, my voice is hoarse, waaaaah..."

The myna bird looked aggrieved. Grimm patted its head, then noticed the thousand-eyed crab beside him, seemingly protecting him. Grimm asked, "What happened?"

"That three-pepper ghost just threatened you, saying he'd show his skills in the Wizarding World's Demon Hunter missions! Listen to that, listen to that! He's just a level two honor medal Demon Hunter wizard, yet he dares to talk back to you like that. He clearly doesn't take you seriously, young master."

shook his head.

Now, several hundred years later, Green no longer directs his anger at Raffi's death at the same time he once did, simply because he had nowhere else to vent his frustrations, onto the group of demon hunters and dark wizards led by the Three Pepper Demons.

In this endless world of life and death, no one is at fault; the fault lies in the cruel rules of the wizarding world…

Do not!

No, the cruel rules of the wizarding world aren't wrong either; the problem lies in the fact that the fate of the endless world is far too cruel...

His demon-hunting exploits indirectly led to Raffi's death, preventing him from fulfilling his simplest wish: to let Raffi enjoy a peaceful and wonderful few decades in her final years. He failed to keep his promise, leaving a huge regret in his life.

I will never join this demon-hunting organization!

Since this Triangle Demon Hunter Dark Wizard is so eager to join the demon-hunting campaign, let him go.

Thinking this, Green asked the Thousand-Eyed Crab, "Thousand-Eyed Crab, how are your injuries?"

As the only soul slave in the Flame Soul World to accompany Grin back alive, the Thousand-Eyed Giant Crab itself suffered extremely serious injuries. Not to mention anything else, at least one of its claws was permanently crippled.

The Black Sota Stigmata Wizard has a way to regenerate it, but how could the Black Sota Stigmata Wizard be willing to spend a huge amount of resources to restore such a completely replaceable soul slave?

With these resources, Black Sota Stigmata Wizards can trade with other Stigmata Wizards for even more Level 3 Soul Slaves.

"Fortunately, they are all external injuries."

The Thousand-Eyed Crab carried Green and flew slowly toward the space fortress, as if taking a stroll.

At this point in the Nest World, the Demon Hunter Wizards and mechanical golems no longer extensively captured slave monsters. The slaves piled up like mountains on the fortress, just as numerous as those at the First Combat Command on the ground, were being transported to the Wizard World in batches via the world teleportation array.

These mechanical puppets gradually led Green to some suspicions.

As far as Green knew, almost every space fortress had a large number of mechanical puppets, and even every holy tower and every wizard tower had a large reserve, but there had never been a real mechanical puppet used in battle during the wizarding world's wars.

It seems they were afraid that consuming too many of these mechanical puppets would cause the demon hunter wizards to become dependent on them, thus reducing their combat effectiveness.

But why is the Seven Rings Holy Tower collecting mechanical puppets almost endlessly?

After all, even in the ancient wizarding world, these mechanical golems were nothing more than cannon fodder...

Green couldn't help but sigh, realizing that the vision and wisdom of such a great true spirit wizard were simply beyond the comprehension and comprehension of a tiny demon hunter like himself.

Just then.

Suddenly, a large-scale spatial fluctuation appeared on the space fortress, and the magic cloud of the low wizard tower also increased its rotation speed by several degrees.

Green paused, then murmured, "It seems those Stigmata Wizards have already returned."

"Yes, but the master hasn't left yet."

As the Thousand-Eyed Crab was speaking, it suddenly shuddered, paused for a moment, and then said urgently, "Lord Green, my master wants me to take you to see him immediately."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Green was slightly surprised. Why did the Black Sota Saint Mark Wizard want to see him?

A short while later, Green returned to the hall of the space fortress, but this time, only the Black Sota Saint Mark Wizard remained.

The surrounding space continued to collapse. The Black Tower Saint Mark Wizard sat high on the Elemental Chair, his eyes fixed on Grin who had entered the hall.

Green quickly bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Great Black Sota Saint-Stigma Wizard."

"Um."

The Black Tower Stigmata Wizard responded casually, then chuckled and said, "Grin, you did an excellent job on this mission, saving me a lot of trouble. You deserve the First-Class Medal of Honor."

The Holy Mark Wizard bestows a First-Class Honor Medal upon a Demon Hunter Wizard, which requires a great price to be paid by the Holy Tower. It can also be seen as the Holy Mark Wizard's recognition of certain Demon Hunter Wizards who have made outstanding contributions.

Praised by a Stigmata Wizard, Grimm couldn't help but smile beneath the Mask of Truth.

Greene agreed, "It's all for the great wizard's will."

Nodding, the Black Sota Saint Mark Wizard stretched out his withered hand. Above the collapsing and distorted space, a pure black energy sphere gradually expanded, faded, and disappeared, revealing the body of a Locust Saint, along with an energy crystal.

"Hehehe, this is a level three locust-man sealed in that dark realm. It seems you intend to use it as a specimen. The Bone Bell Tower will just help you extract your soul."

Green was taken aback; he had almost forgotten about it.

Overjoyed, Green said, "Thank you, Black Sota Saint Mark Wizard."

"Young master, I have no appetite for these humanoid creatures."

The myna bird whispered in Green's ear. Green glared at it and then placed the body of the locust saint named Santa, along with the soul sealed in the energy crystal, into the dimensional gap.

Within the energy crystal, Green faintly sensed a howling, fearful, and desperate soul.

"Hehe, you've done me such a big favor this time. If you're willing to continue following me on my expedition to the Flame Soul World a hundred years from now, I'll take special care of you. The ability to combine souls and flames there is quite unique; you could try to study it."

The power of the Flame Soul is merely a superficial manifestation of the ability of the Black Sota Saint Mark Wizard to open the gates to otherworldly realms through the souls of otherworldly realms.

With a faint smile beneath his True Face, Grimm replied, "I do indeed intend to continue following you on your expedition to the Flame Soul World a hundred years from now."

(End of this chapter)