Wizard's Journey

Chapter 442 The Dark Empire (Part 2) (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

"Waaah..."

On the space fortress, the melodious sound of horns rang out once again. This was the seventh time Green had heard the horns since the start of this demon-hunting expedition.

This time, however, the bugle call seemed more melodious, longer, and more awe-inspiring than the previous ones.

It was as if the horn was not a battle cry for the witch-hunting wizards, but a death dirge for the locust people.

"Compared to the Dark Destroyer Capital, the number of Locust People's legions here is truly insignificant."

In mid-air, Green followed behind the Black Tower Stigmata Wizard and joined a team of tens of thousands of demon hunter wizards, muttering in a low voice, which could only be heard by Little Hachi on his shoulder and Kredia behind him.

"Hehehe, for the ancient wizards, a world ruled by humanoid beings was the most desirable, because it meant immense wealth from expensive humanoid slaves. It's such a pity that so many humanoid beings in this world have been killed."

Xiao Ba sighed.

The reason why Kredia was able to follow the Black Sota Saint Mark Wizard as an elite demon hunter was naturally due to the special care that Grimm gave her with his wizarding will.

The Black Sota Stigmata Wizard's purpose this time is to learn about the ancient sealing array beneath the Dark Imperial Capital and to rescue the "Will of the Snowworm King" sealed within the deep seal.

Naturally, none of the four "Rescue the Will of the Snowworms" quests issued by Green have been completed by the Witcher Wizards.

Even after being sabotaged by four Stigmata Wizards, the Darkborn Imperial Capital, with its weakest defenses, did not receive any information about which Demon Hunter Wizard had completed the Level Two Honor Medal mission.

Now that the space fortress has descended upon the Dark Imperial Capital, it is natural that the Saint Mark Wizards will personally handle these secondary missions.

"Look, they're shivering."

Kredia was quite inconspicuous among the group of second- and third-level wizards around her. She was looking at the locust-man camp in the distance as an ordinary wizard and talking behind Grin.

Under the watchful eyes of the eagle and the face of truth, Green also saw the trembling army of a mere ten million locusts.

A cold laugh.

Such a legion would be considered quite large in the general world, but it is still somewhat insufficient for the forces deployed in this Wizarding World Demon Hunting Expedition.

And, most importantly...

The difference in power between them and beings at the level of world rulers, who are capable of altering the course of war, is too great.

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Even though the resistance in this imperial capital was far weaker than that in the Dark Destroyer Capital, the numerous Stigmata Wizards and the mission issued to the Demon Hunter Wizards by the Operations Command were still to do everything in their power to destroy every Crimson Nest building and kill any Locust People who represented the Locusts' will.

The wizards have brought the laws of survival of the fittest among species in this endless world to their fullest extent!

This time, the Skull Bell Tower Stigmata Wizard, representing the highest commander of the wizarding will, flew to the forefront of the wizarding legion, confronting the distant locust legion.

"Hehehehe, give up your ignorant and pointless resistance. The great will of the wizard is not something a weak will like yours can contend with. This is the survival of the fittest in the world."

The Skull Bell Tower Stigmata Wizard spoke the usual phrases that the powerful used to say to the weak.

It was just like the words of the Flame Soul World Guardian when Green was mistaken for someone trying to protect the Nest World at the Gate of the World.

Now the roles have been reversed, and Green has become a member of the powerful wizard's will.

At this moment, the wizard's superior will made these words sound so refreshing, so natural, and so proud to Green.

Green's pride stems from the history of ancient wizards who also experienced various disasters, yet the wizard civilization has been constantly transforming, not only stubbornly continuing but also becoming stronger and stronger!

Even after being defeated by the Abyss civilization, the Wizarding World arrived in this unfamiliar world cluster, yet it remains a powerful world subjugated by fear, still refusing to give up and striving relentlessly.

This pride in ancestral idols and in the history of civilization is the faith of shamans.

The wizarding faith sustains a continuous stream of modern wizards who seek the glorious history of the wizarding world, constantly embarking on expeditions towards the deepest coordinates of their memories, intending to defeat the Abyss Civilization in a new battle, wash away the shame of past defeats, and prove themselves!

Therefore, it can be said that wizards also have their own beliefs and their own idealistic myths.

It is like a flag, uniting the hearts of countless light wizards, dark wizards, arcane wizards, mechanical wizards, body-refining wizards, and even black wizards.

Wizards understood the role of faith earlier, but this also made them more aware of the terrible consequences when faith was destroyed by alien civilizations.

Therefore, wizards would never mythologize a wizard who is alive in the present world, but would instead mythologize history and ancestors whose origins cannot be traced in detail, and even evolve this belief into a culture, which is called an ideal.

Darkly destroying the God of Fire?

No, it is not, after all, the elusive, incomprehensible god described in ancient texts, possessing the power to create the world and accomplish anything at will.

He's just a powerful locust.

The locusts do not worship a god; he is just a person, and it is a worship of personal will.

Since the worship of a person can lead others to wholeheartedly believe and uphold it, it is possible that they will eventually abandon their faith, or even hate and reject it.

At this moment, the sky above the dark imperial capital...

The skeletal clock tower's holy scar wizards roared with unbridled evil, unsettling and terrifying the locust-man army, yet none of the world's lords hidden within dared to stand up and confront them.

It was so contemptuous, so casual.

Beneath the wide black robes of the Skeletal Bell Tower's Saint-Stigma Wizard, green ghostly flames burned fiercely in his eyes. With a casual wave of his skeletal hand, he said indifferently, "Destroy everything here!"

"roar……"

As the Skull Bell Tower Saint Mark Wizard spoke, the next moment, tens of millions of slave monster legions roared and bared their fangs before the six space fortresses, rushing forward under the wizard's will.

Like crashing waves, the sky was devoid of sunlight, leaving only shadows that spread with unstoppable force.

Following closely behind were a fleet of spaceships and the Demon Hunter Wizard Legion, which surged forward in perfect unison, slaughtering the regular locust legion in the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The six space fortresses unleashed their destructive cannons, and dark red beams of light, each over two hundred meters long, swept across the ground at different angles, leaving large areas of the Dark Imperial City blank.

The locust-men and the fiery nest within the pillar of destruction were vaporized, as if they had vanished into thin air.

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

Tens of thousands of dark wizards transformed into fireballs and fell from the sky, leaving long trails of flame behind them—truly a beautiful accompaniment to the notes of death.

"What a nice view!"

Cretia murmured involuntarily, her eyes glazed over as she gazed at the magnificent and stirring scene of blood and fire on the sky and the earth.

From the perspective of the dark wizard, the scenery at this moment is indeed beautiful.

Even Grimm, with his eyes brimming with both ice and fire beneath the mask of truth, couldn't help but momentarily lose focus.

This was the first time that Green had not joined the Dark Wizards in the initial attack during the Demon Hunter Expedition, but instead observed the entire situation from the perspective of a commander.

Involuntarily, a sense of superior control arises.

Rumble, rumble...

The energy ripples from the battle between the Holy Mark Wizard and the Lord of the Flame Soul World, the World Guardian, spread out, easily sending large numbers of slave monsters and locust warriors flying.

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(End of this chapter)