Wizard's Journey

Chapter 440 Sacrificial "Divine Arts"

On the way back, there were no mechanical bees to ride with them, and because Kredia was with them, Green did not ride the Shadow Meteor, so the return journey was relatively slow.

A month later.

The six space fortresses in the sky, like six blood-red moons, continued to fly steadily at the slowest, most energy-efficient speed.

The space fortress has now flown beyond the borders of the Dark Empire and reached the skies above the surrounding vassal states of the Dark Empire.

Along the way, Green and Kredia were mistaken for wizards and questioned, asked for help by locust people, and flew with locust people, which was commonplace for missions behind enemy lines.

Rumble...

The space fortresses, nestled in the clouds, maintained a constant, muffled mechanical hum, and each fortress could see the others.

The space fortress is sometimes buried under thick clouds, and sometimes flies in the clear sky, but its direction never changes.

"Ah... Young Master, the wind here seems a bit spicy."

Little Eight, standing on Green's shoulders, suddenly said this.

"That's because you've fallen ill from being corrupted by the abyss. I told you long ago not to eat that fruit, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're suffering, aren't you?"

Green glared at Xiao Ba before taking out a small bottle of medicine.

"Drink it, you'll feel better in a couple of days. Sooner or later, you and Jiahei will both die because of your gluttony."

Gum!

After swallowing the medicine in one gulp, Xiao Ba shouted, "I, Master Ba, will not die young like that damned black cat!"

Ignoring Xiao Ba, Grin and Kredia landed on the space fortress. Grin turned around and said, "I need to submit my mission progress analysis to the operations command. You can proceed on your own first."

"Hehe, don't forget thirty years, I'll be waiting for you forever."

The two had regained their human forms. Kretia spoke to Green in a playful tone, winking one eye and slightly raising the corners of her red lips.

"Um."

After responding, Green leaned on his ram-horned skull magic staff and walked step by step toward the combat command center inside the space fortress, submitting the information about his unexpected involvement in the Faith Collapse mission and the investigation report on the Abyss Moss mission of the Sanrengri Kingdom.

Level 1 Honor Medal Witcher can issue missions through Space Fortresses, thereby influencing the progress of the Witcher Expedition.

However, in most cases, the benefits of a Level 1 Honor Badge Witcher are obtained through these mission investigation reports.

Of course, Green didn't forget to nominate the witcher who used blood crystals instead of the crystals for cultivating abyssal moss magic arrays, adding a quest reward.

…………

half a month later.

The tense sound of horns echoed across the fortress. With a loud "boom," the entire vast space fortress trembled, and the dark red beam of light from the Origin Space Fortress Destruction Cannon erupted.

In an instant, large swathes of the fiery red nests of the Bouldergrenli vassal state were either reduced to ashes or collapsed by the aftershocks of the giant cannons, leaving chaos in the air.

This area has not yet been infiltrated by the demon hunters and dark wizards, so there has been no abyss-like phenomenon.

Since the space fortress was not moving very fast, the locust people in this vassal state's capital had enough time to escape. At this point, apart from a small number of locust people who chose to stay and resist, most of them had already evacuated.

Some retreated towards the dark capital, while others scattered and disappeared into remote mountain villages to hide.

"No!"

The locust-man guards within the city gazed upon the once prosperous and towering fiery red nests, and in an instant, they all collapsed. The capital city seemed to have been wiped clean by a giant hand, leaving large blank spaces, and they could not help but roar in despair and pain.

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

One after another, ferocious slave monsters with bared fangs and claws roared and swooped down from the sky. Some of the huge slave monsters, which were tens of meters tall, either roamed the streets and howled, or pounced on the middle of the towering Crimson Nest, or relied on their brute strength to keep "booming" and crashing into the foundation of the Crimson Nest.

Meanwhile, the small slave monsters swarmed into the Crimson Nest, amidst the sounds of battle, screams, and wails.

Every now and then, a drop of blood would flow out of the window of the Crimson Nest.

Or perhaps the locust-men who wanted to escape from the Crimson Nest through the windows were dragged back into the Crimson Nest by unknown monsters behind them.

The locust-men's defensive forces here are far from sufficient to cause any trouble for the fortress's massive horde of slave monsters; in other words, they merely provide the slave monsters with some food.

After a while, one by one, the witch hunters slowly flew down from the sky and headed towards the fiery red nests.

Some lucky witchers might have unexpected gains, while unlucky witchers can only try to destroy more towering red nests to earn more mission commission.

Faced with the wizard's absolute advantage, the capital city of the vassal state, which once carried the glorious civilization of the Locust People and was built by a third-level Locust People who might have become a Flame God, was easily destroyed.

The dark temple in the capital.

Tens of thousands of locust people crawled on the ground, shouting and singing the "Dark Life Bible" with all their might, hoping that the Dark Flame God would save the capital from fire and water.

The wide robes of the temple priests fluttered, and a dark power burned like flames.

Their power all came from the Dark Flame God, and now, amidst the prostrate chants of the many locust people, the Dark God's power that they could summon was almost twice as much as before!

The high priest had transformed into a twenty-meter-long ball of black flame. Gazing at the twenty-meter-long scaled monster swooping down from the sky, he pointed a finger and roared, "Divine spell, Dark Arrow!"

A dense, dark divine power condensed into a several-meter-long arrow as the high priest roared. With a "whoosh," it flashed and disappeared, piercing through the scaled monster.

This scaly monster's vitality is truly astonishing.

Even though it was pierced by the dark divine power, and even though the pierced holes and internal organs were burning with raging dark power, it still roared and pounced on the tens of thousands of locust people crawling on the ground in the square.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Although the fire god's power summoned by the other priests could not be used to cast divine spells, it still gave these ordinary locust people, who originally had almost no combat power, an amazing boost in strength in a short period of time. They all turned into afterimages and rushed towards the slave monsters.

The high priest suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the aura of black flames surged dramatically. A continuous stream of dark divine power gathered from within the temple and church, replenishing his power.

The high priest ignored the scaled monster whose life was nearing its end. His gaze passed over a thirty-meter-tall ice elemental monster and landed on the powerful wizard sitting on a fiery red flying carpet, who was looking at him with mockery!

With a "poof," the high priest solemnly opened the "Dark Ceremony" in his hand, enveloped in a surge of dark, surging divine power.

"The power of the Flame God, the source of darkness, eternally burning through life and death!"

As the high priest performed his divine magic, immense divine power gathered, causing his skin to wither at a visible rate, his eyes to become increasingly cloudy, and his breathing to become increasingly weak, yet his power and aura increased to a terrifying level!

The wizard on the red flying carpet looked up at the sky.

It was as if a black, fiery hand, tens of meters long, was slowly pressing down on him.

Shaking his head, the level three demon hunter wizard appeared completely unconcerned.

Sure enough, after only a short while, the hundred-meter-long hand seemed to be squeezed by some external force. After struggling slightly for a moment, it was dispelled and posed no threat to the wizard on the red flying carpet at all.

"Hmph, how dare they try to communicate with the power of the Lord of the World in front of so many Saint Mark Wizards? They are truly overestimating themselves."

The witch hunter on the fiery red flying carpet looked on with utter mockery.

The Dark Priest looked up at the sky, where the blood-red moons high above were so mysterious, filled with an aura of foreboding and the unknown, inspiring fear and despair.

The dark power emanating from the high priest grew weaker and weaker, and then his body withered like a piece of old tree bark before he fell to the ground with a "thud".

"what……"

Swarms of slave monsters, crashing down from the sky and rumbling across the earth, surged toward the plaza from all directions. The believers who prayed for the power of the dark god screamed in agony as they were devoured by the monsters.

…………

Saint Bouldergren looked one last time at the capital city he had built over a thousand years, and at this vassal state that belonged to him.

With a "whoosh," it spat out a mouthful of dark green blood.

The blood, when it fell to the ground, bubbled and gurgled like boiling water.

"Hehehehe, the curse on you has reached the depths of your internal organs. Take one last look at your humble world trembling under the will of the wizard, and destroy it completely."

Another vassal state capital that attempted to resist the wizard's will has been utterly destroyed. (A fantastic event with amazing prizes! Win a cool phone! Follow the Qidian/Chinese website's official WeChat account (add friends - add official account - enter qdread) to participate now! Everyone wins a prize, follow the qdread WeChat official account now!)

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