Wizard's Journey

Chapter 475 Rules of the Abyss

"Hmph, how interesting..."

As Grimm watched the Locust Saint charge relentlessly towards him, easily breaking through the layers of defenses constructed by abyssal monsters at the forefront, he actually laughed beneath the mask of truth.

"A hundred years ago, before the Gate of the World, wasn't it because of my weakness that even the World Guardians couldn't invoke the power of the world? But now, in order to kill a tiny me, they've invoked such a materialized world will. Hmph, how interesting."

Behind Green, a phoenix cry rang out beneath Millie, and an ice crystal phoenix with wings spanning over twenty meters appeared, scattering ice flowers.

With a hint of panic in her eyes, Millie looked at the locust-man saint charging towards Grimm in the distance and exclaimed, "Grimm, this is no time for jokes!"

For low-level wizards, the rules of the world are simply too distant.

Unbeknownst to her, Cretia, whose face was slightly pale, stepped back and left the world of Green, the enemy of this world.

Soram and Wikipedia were in a state of shock.

The difference was that Soram looked hesitant and uncertain, while Wiki was full of excitement!

No wonder...

The power of the world has always been a force borrowed from the world's primordial will by the world's guardians in order to target higher-level beings, the world's lords. Now, this power is actually targeting a first-level wizard, and most people have never even truly felt the power of the world's will. How can this not be shocking?

Roar!

A 15-meter-long abyssal monster, its obese body covered with layers of fat and bizarre tumors, its skin entwined with algae and aquatic plants invaded by abyssal moss, and shrouded in a deep black abyssal aura.

At this moment, the strange fish and three other abyssal monsters pounced on the Locust Saint.

Chi!

A dazzling golden light sword slashed through the sky, and with a gentle sweep, the four abyssal behemoths were effortlessly cut in two. Golden light spots emanated from the cuts, burning and corroding the abyssal flesh.

Despite the tenacious vitality of these abyssal creatures, they cannot heal themselves at an accelerated pace under the erosion of the world's power that caused the wounds inflicted by the world's rules; their only fate is death.

The Locust Saint was infused with the will of the world's origin rules, and his own will gradually faded away, leaving only his relentless pursuit of the Flame Soul Sword Dao. He wielded the sword to the extreme of a state of perfect tranquility.

Like a dazzling sun, it will purify Green, this dark cloud from the abyss.

The black flames in the two eye sockets of the Ram's Horned Skull Magic Wand burned fiercely. With a gentle wave of Grimm's hand, a wave of the wizarding world's primal will surge forth, and then, tens of thousands of abyssal monsters in the distance would fearlessly rush towards the Locust Saint.

Even if he were the sun, he would be engulfed by the demonic clouds!

Even the power of the world will be completely eroded and crushed by the endless power of the abyss!

"You wicked devil..."

Gradually, the golden sunlight lost its brilliance. Although this Locust Saint had killed thousands of abyssal monsters, he was but a negligible part of the millions of abyssal monsters summoned by the Green Abyss.

As for Green, he had not even mobilized the more than 100,000 elite abyssal monsters that surrounded him like a hurricane.

Like a demon king from the deepest darkness who drives devils to spy on the prosperity of the human world, Grimm's greedy hand, which seemed to represent darkness, gently grasped the locust saint who was being submerged by the tide of abyssal monsters.

Beneath the greyish-white mask of truth, his eyes remained calm as still water, two streaks of light trailing from the two-colored flames. Grimm's voice was low and hoarse as he said, "Devil... say whatever you want."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

One after another, Locust-man leaders and Locust-man warriors came to their aid. A quick glance revealed that they were only a tiny fraction of the more than a thousand Locust-men. Most of the Locust-men were desperately fleeing from the abyss monsters, a natural instinct of humanoid social creatures.

Ultimately, this support was nothing more than moths drawn to a flame.

Xiao Ba perched on Green's shoulder and said in a low voice, "They're really courting death. If the Ancient Demon of No Form could really be killed using such a foolish method, the ancient wizarding world wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat."

With Xiao Ba's words.

Suddenly, the abyssal demonic clouds high in the sky, which had been like stagnant water, began to surge and churn violently. Centered on the golden sunlight, they spun wildly, and the demonic clouds began to gather from all directions, converging on the Locust Saint like a funnel.

These are the rules of the abyss!

This world is no longer governed by the rules of the Flame Soul, but by the rules of the Abyss!

Wizards are the true masters protected by this world!

"what……"

Not only this Locust Saint, but also more than a hundred Locust Commanders and Locust Warriors who came to support him were all enveloped by this giant abyssal vortex funnel.

A few moments later, the locusts within the abyss vortex were all torn to pieces, their flesh and blood becoming the best nourishment for the abyss moss of this world.

"this!?"

Wiki was about to use a trump card when he saw how easily Grin had resolved what was originally a thrilling situation. Looking at the calm in Grin's eyes beneath the Mask of Truth, which seemed to indicate that everything was under control, he felt a sense of fear.

Now that he has mastered such power, why did he gather the four of them to help him seize the "Flame Soul True Scripture"?

Could it be that this kind of abyssal summoning has some limitations, and that the experimental research in the wizarding world is not yet mature?

Kredia unknowingly moved closer to Grin, as if she had never left at all. Compared to the other three, Kredia was more familiar with the characteristics of this Abyss Summoning.

At the very least, the abyssal creatures on the far north ice plains of the Flame Soul World harbored strong hostility towards wizards and had none of the fear found here, let alone the abyssal summoning that Green had just completed.

Soram slowly deactivated his partial transformation and stared at Green in silence.

Solem and Millie, as the wizards who had the deepest relationship with Grimm during their apprenticeship, witnessed and accompanied him almost every step of the way, from his initial obscurity during his apprenticeship to the turbulent events of the interdimensional war.

In the future, this guy might actually have a one or two chance of becoming a Saintly Wizard...

Just a short while later.

As these resisting locust-men were torn apart by the rules of the abyss, the vortex of abyssal demonic clouds in the sky gradually receded, returning to the endless abyssal demonic clouds that shrouded the sky in darkness, with not a single ray of sunlight able to penetrate the clouds.

Auras from the abyss, like wisps of smoke, drifted and lingered in the world shrouded in abyssal demonic clouds.

The fleeing locust people were devoured by the abyssal monsters. After quietly sensing the surrounding tens of thousands of abyssal monsters for a moment, Grimm swung his Ram Horned Skull Magic Staff in another direction, like the judgment of the Grim Reaper.

Rumble...

A vast and overwhelming horde of abyssal monsters surged and glided, flying toward the direction indicated by Grimm's will.

On a deformed abyssal giant bird, Green, Soram, Wiki, Millie, and Kredia looked back at the land after the brief battle.

That was a land stained with the blood of locusts.

Blood and the corpses of locust-men buried in the ground have become the best nutrients for the abyssal moss, and in such a short time, abyssal moss has begun to sprout sporadically on the surface.

As the continental shockwaves plow the land and bury the abyssal moss underground, even if one day in the future the Expeditionary Wizards are truly defeated and the Locust People regain their rule, this world will never be able to fully recover to its former state as the Flame Soul World.

All of this is just like the dragon-hunting abyss beneath the Wizarding World.

(End of this chapter)