Wizard's Journey

Chapter 474 World's Hatred

This turned out to be a large gathering place for locust-like survivors of the apocalypse.

Dozens of level-two locust-human leaders flapped their wings and flew in the sky. There was also a level-three locust-human saint in the gathering place. The remaining locust-humans were locust-human warriors and a small number of their families.

Although the Great Cataclysm of the Abyss has not yet fully erupted, decades of continuous Abyss invasions have reduced the number of Locust People in this world to an extremely small number, far less than one-thousandth of what the Flame Soul World once was!

At this moment, on the Flame Soul Continent, no longer can be found any cities composed of clusters of fiery red nests that once stood hundreds of meters tall. The once-mighty locust civilization is now facing the true extinction of its lineage.

In this continent of Flame Soul, where abyssal moss covers the depths, the abyssal aura and abyssal monsters abound, and no land is safe.

Almost all of the newly born locust-human offspring die young. Occasionally, a few offspring with very strong fathers and mothers may be able to survive, but their numbers are negligible relative to the total.

In such a world of abyssal catastrophe, even some adult Locust People who did not become Locust Warriors could hardly survive, let alone newly born Locust People infants.

All the locust people have reached a consensus.

The real danger to the Flame Soul Continent is not the Demon Hunter Wizards, because no matter how powerful the wizards are, their numbers and energy are limited. They can only destroy visible city clusters, and it is difficult to truly sever all the locust civilizations in the vast Flame Soul world.

However, these ubiquitous abyssal creatures are able to do it!

The source of the abyssal creatures lies with the demon hunters and dark wizards who lurked in every corner of the Flame Soul Continent, spreading abyssal moss.

The leader of this large Locustman survivor base, disregarding the grief of having just lost tens of thousands of Locustman survivors, looked towards the overwhelming abyssal monsters surging in from afar, and the five evil, cruel, and indifferent wizards guarding the central area, which resembled a black whirlwind.

All the surviving locusts seemed to smell the scent of death.

Of the five wizards, the one in the middle, wearing a gray-white mask, waved his magic wand lightly, as if it were a judgment of fate. With a single word, "Destroy them," millions of abyssal monsters, blotting out the sky, surged forward like a tidal wave, annihilating all the wizards' enemies along the way.

The raging torrent of the abyss was simply beyond the resistance of these thousand locust people struggling to survive in this apocalyptic world.

"wizard!"

For decades, wizards have roamed the Flame Soul Continent, destroying all the Crimson Nests.

The survivor bases based in a certain city became their primary targets. Due to their fear of wizards, the locust people almost equated them with the demons described in the Bible of the Fire God.

Upon seeing the wizard's figure guarded by hundreds of thousands of surging abyssal monsters, the first reaction of most locust warriors and leaders was fear—a fear that penetrated to the bone.

Not to mention resisting, these locust people have completely lost the courage to escape.

Only this Level 3 Locust Human Saint roared, his eyes, filled with the memories of thousands of years of experience, reflecting a deep longing for the once glorious Locust civilization. He felt only a deep-seated hatred for the wizard, without any fear whatsoever.

The Locust Saint reached for the scabbard at his waist.

"We have nowhere to run. The true aim of these wizards is to kill every inheritor of our Locust Civilization, because they are afraid—they are afraid that the great Locust Will will grow stronger!"

As a Locust Saint who had twice fought in otherworldly realms, this Locust Saint knew all too well the cruelty of such battles.

In the endless world, there is never love or hate within the world itself; there is only the most primal and cruel competition between each other, which continues endlessly.

The seven enslaved worlds of the swarm locust world are all living experiences.

However, the roles have now been reversed. The alien life forms that once cried out in despair under the will of the locusts have become the locusts themselves. Powerful and terrifying wizards are crushing the locust world with a more advanced civilization.

The third-level locust saint's gaze pierced through layers of abyssal monsters, looking at Grin through a fleeting gap, and drew his Flame Soul Sword.

Suddenly, a fiery soul power over thirty meters long erupted.

With unwavering determination, the Locust Saint charged toward Grin, his greatsword radiating the power of a raging flame!

"Don't be afraid! Only by killing him, killing this wizard, can we have any hope of survival!"

The locust-man saint roared.

In the decades since the abyss, this Locust Saint has experienced far too much. The tempering of his Flame Soul Will has even surpassed the total tempering of the previous millennia. The Flame Soul Sword in his hand has now fully reached the highest level of the Locust Saint.

"fear?"

Surrounded by an astonishing number of abyssal monsters, Grimm looked at the locust-man saint like a demon king descended to earth, coldly smiling. He seemed completely unconcerned that a level three locust saint was charging towards him recklessly.

"What wizards fear most is their own ignorance."

Green gently waved his magic wand, without mobilizing magic or altering the rules; all that remained was the wizard's will, yet it formed the strongest spell Green had ever cast.

As the wizard's will surged, the overwhelming horde of abyssal monsters changed direction and charged towards the Locust Saint who wanted to kill Grin.

The thirty-meter-long Flame Soul Giant Sword had just killed dozens of abyssal demons when, in the blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands more abyssal demons charged forward, engulfing the Locust Saint in an instant.

The pitch-black abyss completely obscured the power of the Flame Soul.

Only occasionally, a wisp of fiery soul energy would emanate from between the abyssal monster's wings, as if it were making a final stand before death.

"It's over. In the end, it's just... huh!?"

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight from the Fiery Soul World pierced through the abyssal demonic clouds in the sky, shining upon the abyssal demons that were densely surrounding the Locust-Man Saint.

"Gah!?"

"This is……"

"The will of the world!?"

Xiao Ba, Wiki, and Kredia all exclaimed in surprise, staring incredulously at the golden sunlight that pierced through the abyssal demon clouds and the vast number of abyssal monsters.

Green's body tensed slightly.

Compared to Hachi, Wiki, and Kredia, Grimm sensed this materialized world will much earlier. Layer upon layer of chains of rules descended from the sky, killing thousands of abyssal demons before connecting this abyssal saint to them.

"Damn it, those world guardians actually left this method specifically for themselves!"

Green gritted his teeth, knowing that this was the last resort left for him by the guardians of this world, in order to completely kill him, the evil leader who had plunged the world into disaster.

If the world's will hadn't been completely overtaken by the Abyss Moss, the goal of these chains of rules might not have been to save the Locust Saint, but to strangle Grin.

With raging black flames burning above his head, the hunched Locust Saint slowly stood up. Golden flames, like the golden flames of sunlight, emanated from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, releasing a powerful aura.

These are just the perceptions of ordinary people.

Under the perception of the original will of Wizard Grimm, it was the last remaining will of the Flame Soul World that was using the body of this Locust Saint to search for him. This was hatred from the world!

boom!

The moment the Locust Saint fixed his gaze on Grimm, a surging wave of energy erupted in all directions. Hundreds of abyssal demons that were trying to attack were blasted away and transformed into a dazzling flame, charging towards Grimm without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)