Wizard's Journey

Chapter 417 The War to Annihilate the Dark Empire (Part 9)

"Hehehehe, a sinister leader? That's a good use of the term!"

The Level 3 Demon Hunter Archmage, wielding a second-class honor medal, held a circular magic staff beneath his wide wizard robes. Large rings nested within smaller rings, interlocking seamlessly, and surging, boundless magical energy was released without restraint.

With a wave of his magic wand, dozens of purple halos of varying sizes appeared and shot towards the slave monsters surrounding the World Guardian.

When the pointed-headed slave monster was hit by the light circle, its ice armor scales made a crisp "bang" sound, like the sound of metal rubbing against each other.

The pointed-headed slave monster shook its head, leaving a stream of blood, but it didn't seem to be seriously injured.

buzzing...

However, as the purple rings that had just been poured out began to spin and reappear, and there were more than one of them, the slave monster let out a hoarse scream. The sounds of ice armor scales and bones breaking were heard incessantly, and it fell from the sky covered in blood.

Bang!

The corpse of this slave monster became an insignificant part of the blood-soaked squares and streets.

buzzing...

"snort!"

The rings continued their attack, and with an angry shout, a vast expanse of black flames descended, engulfing the purple rings.

Boom...

Thousands of meters away, a fiery red nest hundreds of meters high seemed to have its foundation destroyed and slowly collapsed, causing the nearby earth to tremble.

As the fierce battle raged on, they saw more than twenty demon hunters emerging from the collapsed Crimson Nest, hunting down the locust people who could no longer hide and had also escaped from the Crimson Nest.

These witch hunters didn't seem to have any medals of honor. Some of them came to support Green after discovering the fierce battle on his side.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Further afield, the number of demon hunter wizards summoned by the ripples of the wizard's primordial will, based on the first-class honor medal of Grimm, far exceeded the number of helpers gathered by the guardian of the Flame Soul World.

Green stood in the distance and did not move.

Beneath the mask of truth, his eyes calmly watched as dozens of powerful elite demon hunter wizards rapidly devoured the slave monsters surrounding the guardian of the Flame Soul World.

These witch hunters are all elites with medals of honor!

Such a number of elite demon hunter wizards is far beyond the resistance of a low-level world guardian, two level-three locust people leading more than three hundred soul slaves, and twenty-odd low-level locust people.

A short while later.

"Roar! I have informed all the guardians of the Flame Soul World of your arrival. Even if I die, even if the great Locust's will is shattered, even if this world is destroyed, you will perish with it!"

The black flames roared loudly as they were killed by more than ten demon hunter wizards working together.

"Hahaha, I killed him! The body is mine!"

A level-two demon hunter laughed as he lifted the corpse of the Flame Soul World Guardian. Without the World Power enhancement, the corpse was not much different from the locust people of this world, who were generally 1.5 meters tall.

With the exception of a small number, the vast majority of these witch hunters summoned by Grimm were unaware of the true purpose of the gathering, believing only that it was to kill the guardians of this world.

"Phew... I let that little guy run away. Hopefully, it won't cause any changes to the expedition in this world in the future."

Cretia sighed softly, her eyes somewhat vacant.

After watching the numerous demon hunter wizards eliminate all obstacles for the young locust-man, Grimm glanced back at Kretia, and suddenly the coordinates beneath his feet changed, and he found himself in a narrow space.

His eyes, glowing with both ice and fire, blazed as he unleashed his power without hesitation, slamming down the Grimm Horned Skull Magic Staff.

………………

wheeeeeeeeeeeee...

The Dark Annihilation Capital was too vast. In a cramped space beneath the ruins of a collapsed Crimson Nest, a young locust-man struggled to squeeze in, blocked the entrance, folded his tender green wings, and curled up into a ball, crying.

The changes in just a few days have been tremendous!

From the moment he was born, Jasper was surrounded by all sorts of accolades.

A wonderful family, enviable talent, a high social standing, and the family's glorious legacy...

"Jasbyber, remember this: you are a descendant of the great Flame God. The former Flame God Empire was no less prosperous than any empire today. Once you awaken your Flame Soul power, you can cultivate according to the family's 'Flame God Curse'..."

The history of the Wushi Empire in the Flame Soul World was extremely short, much like the rise and fall of that brilliant talent.

As a genius locust who once appeared in the history of the Flame Soul World, Wu Shi Yan Shen cultivated the Flame Soul Sword Dao for four thousand years. He rose like the sun in the sky and defeated one locust saint after another in the six-month Flame Soul Sword Tournament until no one else was able to step onto the stage to try to challenge him.

Thus, the Saint of Wushi attracted the attention of the world's primordial will and rose to become the God of Wushi Flame, whose ascension history is recorded in detail.

What an inspiring and legendary story! It has motivated generations of locusts to strive for success.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the descendants of the Flame God have gone through countless generations of patriarchs, from the first saintly patriarch to the later patriarchs who barely managed to rise to the rank of commander, and now...

Although the Wu Shi family had a glorious past, it is now no different from the families of those descendants of saints.

In theory, people with superior bloodlines have better opportunities for development, but that will always remain just a theory.

From the moment Jasper was born, he was told that the great Dark Empire was dying.

Because the light of the Temple of Annihilation no longer shines, people can no longer pray or sing praises, and can no longer feel the attention of the great God of Annihilation.

Even the High Priest of the Dark Flame God, as the god's representative on earth, although he kept telling the great Dark Flame God that he was merely dormant in the divine kingdom and that his people should not panic and should continue to be devout, he himself could no longer summon any Dark Flame God power.

This means...

If he hadn't already lost the favor of the Dark Flame God, it meant that the Dark Flame God was in a great crisis and couldn't even maintain the sacred glory of the church.

All of this is so similar to the Wushi Empire of the past.

"Jas Bieber, ignore those rumors. We just need to focus on our own things. How's your homework going today?"

Jasper lowered his head, not daring to look into his parents' disappointed eyes.

"It's...not finished."

"Not finished yet?"

Sure enough, Jasby was greeted by his father's angry roar and his mother's sobbing. An indescribable sadness welled up inside him, and the seven-year-old Jasby tearfully argued, "Why can other nobles enjoy themselves every day, but I have to do this every day? I'm not even as good as a lowly commoner! Why?!"

"For no reason other than because you are a descendant of the great Wushiyan God! You must revitalize the great Wushi family! You must reclaim the glory that belongs to your family!"

The father roared as if it were the most natural thing in the world, while the mother kept trying to calm him down.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Bieber, hurry up, don't let your father down, catch up on your homework..."

During his monotonous childhood, Jasby Bieber's memories consisted only of repeatedly channeling the power of the Flame Soul and constantly swinging and sheathing his sword, attempting to one day condense his own Flame Soul Blade.

Life seemed destined to continue as it was.

Perhaps one day in the future, Jasper will awaken the power of the Flame Soul and become a Locust Warrior, a Locust Leader, or even, if he's lucky, a Locust Saint, continuing his family's legacy.

However, even today...

Six blood-red moons hung high in the sky, and a suffocating ominous atmosphere filled every corner of the Flame Soul World. People took to the streets to look up at the sky and at the many strange moons that seemed to be dripping blood.

People began to secretly speculate whether this was related to the cataclysmic event that occurred a hundred years ago at the World Gate in the capital.

These were the topics of conversation among the nobility.

It was as if anyone who didn't know the speculations and rumors among the upper echelons of the locust-like powerhouses about these crimson moons was out of touch, and everyone was talking about it.

secretly.

Jasby discovered that a large number of locust legions were being mobilized around the Dark Annihilation Imperial Capital. The once prosperous Dark Annihilation Imperial Capital was now under curfew, and some families whose ancestors were still alive were secretly moving out of the capital's area.

All of this was telling Jasper that something extraordinary was about to happen.

Each fiery crimson nest was guarded by a divine messenger, and approaching was forbidden; the miracles that would annihilate the imperial capital began to manifest frequently…

Everything, starting this morning, finally erupted after all the pent-up emotions had been building up.

After the six blood-red moons emitted a dazzling light, they gradually solidified. Immediately afterwards, countless monsters surged out, fighting fiercely against the powerful locust army. Explosions and falling corpses filled the air.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

One by one, the hideous, locust-like monsters broke through layers of defenses and crashed onto the streets of the Dark Annihilation Capital, charging towards the Crimson Nest, which they themselves had already occupied.

Everywhere was filled with murderous monsters. As Ibbie was terrified, his mother stuffed him into a dark room, where he trembled with fear.

In the cracks of the dark room.

Jasby witnessed his father, mother, and uncles being brutally murdered one by one, including the nobles who attempted to flee, whose bodies were also killed and transported back.

Amidst endless hatred and fear, Jasby felt a surge of heat within his body—the power of the Fiery Soul, a fusion of soul and flame!

At the same time, it seemed as if a strange voice was murmuring in my ear.

"Get out of here now..."

…………

Inside the ruins, Jasper slowly pulled the "Wu Shi Yan Zhu" from his clothes, his eyes filled with tears.

"Mom and Dad, I will definitely avenge you! I will kill every single one of those evil monsters! Waaaaah..."

All of this is just like the protagonist depicted in a biographical novel!

A glorious past, powerful enemies, and a tragic reality await the protagonist as they begin to change their fate.

From then on, the protagonist will seem to be favored by fate, growing stronger with each battle against evil and powerful enemies. The enemies he faces will become increasingly powerful, while he himself will gain more and more prestige in the increasingly declining Oil Wasteland civilization...

"Hehehe, finally found it!"

After the strange sound, Jasby looked up in astonishment and saw a beautiful little bird squeeze through a gap in the trash and urinate on him.

The next moment, after a spatial distortion, all that remained in Jasbyber's eyes was a ram's horn skull crashing down.

(End of this chapter)