Wizard's Journey

Chapter 497 The Book of Grimm!

Boom...

After a brief collision on the chaotic layer of the Flame Soul World, a powerful energy wave erupted, sweeping across the battlefield like a whirlwind even though it was far away.

call!

A burning fireball thousands of meters high fell from the sky, accompanied by a massive earthquake, and once again formed a huge crater in a distant place outside the battlefield.

The magma pool in the crater was bubbling and gurgling.

"what……"

The exhausted king of the infernal giants, Abaddon, still clung tightly to the infernal furnace. Most of the golden magma in the furnace had been reduced, leaving only a few remnants flowing at the bottom.

King Ebadam tried to stand up and regain his violent and imposing physique, but he swayed and, leaning on the furnace of the Infernal Furnace, knelt in the lava pool.

Looking up at the sky.

Beyond the field of vision, the chaotic layer of the world's garment rules, now revealed a colossal face thousands of meters tall, half of which had been smashed, its imposing majesty gone.

However, the shattered half of his face was gradually being repaired and restored as the endless power of the sovereign in the void continuously replenished his energy.

"My King!"

The King of Xixi, holding the banner of the Purgatory Army, and several kings of the Purgatory Giants surrounded them.

"Huffing and puffing..."

With a loud "bang," Abaddon's eyes gleamed with indescribable joy. He raised a large hand high, panting excitedly, and issued the command with unquestionable authority.

"Heh heh heh heh! Immediately notify all your people to stop the invasion and destruction plan against this world and retreat to the Purgatory World. I have already obtained the knowledge of the Endless Ruler."

The giants of Purgatory were overjoyed.

The King of Ebadan has gained the recognition of the Endless Ruler!

From then on, the race of Infernal Giants will sing praises for generations to come about King Abaddon's battle with an Infinite Ruler after invading the world, and will record in detail the power levels of the Infinite Ruler.

Even the race of Infernal Giants will possess their own Endless Ruler!?

"yes!"

In his excitement, Xixi waved the Purgatory Banner, while the other Purgatory Giant Kings took out their Flame Horns and blew out fiery sounds.

One after another, melodious bugle calls echoed across the sky.

Upon hearing the horn, the colossal infernal giants, each easily reaching tens of meters in height, voluntarily withdrew from the battle with the wizard legion, retreating into the distance without looking back.

"retreat!"

"Quickly! Retreat! Get out of this world!"

One after another, the infernal giants roared and shouted, retreating like a tide towards the world rift connecting to the world of infernal giants.

Even with the presence of the King of Xixi, who wielded the Infernal Furnace, no Stigmata Wizard dared to lead a wizard legion in a large-scale pursuit of these Infernal Giants.

"Finally... the retreat is over!"

The wizards, whose brutal war had suddenly ended, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the Skull Bell Tower Stigmata Wizard grabbed a giant rock hand, tens of meters long, that was slowly dissipating, with eerie green soul flames flickering in the skull's eye sockets.

"The world coordinates of the Infernal Giant!"

This king of the infernal giants was the world lord who was killed by the Space Fortress's Destruction Cannon.

The Ivory Castle Saint Mark Wizard, the Enigma Saint Mark Wizard, and the Hourglass Saint Mark Wizard all descended into the ground crater, searching for any possible traces of the Black Tower Saint Mark Wizard and the Dark Realm Saint Mark Wizard.

After a long while, the three Stigmata Wizards returned home disappointed.

The Dark Realm Stigmata Wizards have been blasted into pieces by King Ebadan, most of them were incinerated in the Infernal Furnace, and a very small number were scattered.

As for the Black Tower Stigmata Wizard...

The Ivory Castle's Holy Mark Wizard exuded a deep sense of reluctance and regret.

"It seems that Blacksota has indeed fallen again. I wonder if he has left himself a chance to be reborn."

As allies of the Black Sota Stigmata Wizards, several Stigmata Wizards were aware of some of the Black Sota Stigmata Wizards' secrets, including the secret of the Black Sota Stigmata Wizards' rebirth.

The ancient Black Sota Stigmata Wizard was not Black Sota, but another unknown name that had already accompanied the fall of countless Stigmata Wizards.

After his rebirth, he gradually regained his memories of the ancient wizard from his previous life as he advanced to the Saint Mark level. However, he was no longer the Saint Mark wizard he once was, but had transformed into the Black Sota Saint Mark wizard who exudes a cold, brutal, and evil aura.

The Black Sota Stigmata Wizard's ability to steal mental memories comes from this!

This also explains why the Stigmata Wizard's Tower was built in the seventh ring of the Stigmata Tower area, rather than in the more ancient fourth ring or higher Stigmata Tower area.

"Don't even think about it. Even if he still has a chance to be reborn, whether he can advance to the Saint Mark again and regain his memories is another matter."

The Skull Bell Tower Stigmata Wizard imprisoned the collected fiery hand of the Infernal Giant, preventing it from dissipating further, and spoke in a low voice.

The eerie green flames of the soul flickered.

"Moreover, even if he really has a chance to be reborn and advance to the level of a Saint Mark Wizard to regain his memories, what then? At that time, he will no longer be the Black Sota Saint Mark Wizard, but a new Saint Mark Wizard who has obtained the memories of the ancient wizard and the Black Sota Saint Mark Wizard, just like the Black Sota of today no longer has his original identity from ancient times."

Only the hourglass of time and the holy wizard sighed.

"The path to the true spirit is fraught with endless dangers."

hum...

The Winged Light Saint Mark Wizard and four other Saint Mark Wizards under the Seventh Ring True Spirit flew over.

Looking at the vast crater left by the fallen Black Tower Stigmata Wizard, the Wings of Light Stigmata Wizard couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He never expected that this powerful Stigmata Wizard would perish in such a way during a demon-hunting expedition that he was determined to succeed.

Put aside your thoughts.

Although it is regrettable, the death of the Black Sota Stigmata Wizard is nothing in the grand scheme of the wizarding world as a whole.

"It will take approximately 240 hourglasses for a seventh-ring True Spirit Wizard to fully descend into this world."

"Um."

Several Stigmata Wizards responded. If there were any remaining Infernal Giants in this world after the Seventh Ring True Spirit Wizards had fully descended, they would surely be personally eliminated by the enraged Seventh Ring True Spirit Wizards.

Faced with the invasion of the Purgatory Giants, in addition to the majority of the wizarding forces gathered here, there was also the force of the Locust Clan, which was similar to the force gathered by the Wizarding World when it first descended upon the Dark Soul World and destroyed the Empire. At this time, there were still several other places in the vast Flame Soul World where the Wizarding World's forces were gathered.

…………

The beginning of the Locust God's country.

Bound and following the guards of the Locust Man Temple, Green walked deeper into the underground temple.

Gradually, a kilometer-long plaza appeared in Green's eyes, with red gems inlaid on the ceiling of the hall, shining as brightly as day.

However, as a wizard, Green immediately recognized that this square was not a square at all, but an altar!

However, the altar was clearly damaged. Even after careful repair, cracks still clearly ran through the entire altar. In the center of the altar was a massive stone skull, hundreds of meters long, exuding an indestructible and powerful will.

"What happened?"

A low-ranking temple priest approached and asked the temple guard a question.

In the distance, over a hundred temple priests were prostrate on the ground, intently repairing the cracks in the altar, carefully sorting out the broken stones and filling the cracks.

After bowing to the priest, the captain of the temple guard squad who was binding Grimm pointed at Grimm and said, "This locust was just flying over the temple. According to the temple rules, he should be whipped fifty times and sing praises to the statue of the Flame God for a month before he can leave."

Sing praises to the statue of the Flame God for a whole month!?

In a moment of panic, Grimm struggled to say, "Reporting to the great priest, I am but a locust who was recently introduced to the divine kingdom by the Thunder-Eyed Saint. I heard that the Temple of the First Locust God was built there, and I wanted to come and pay homage to the divine will of the First Locust Flame God. But I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked. Then the guard told me that this was it..."

Green was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine!

What's going on?!

dong dong dong...

The ram's horn and skull shoulder guard on Green's shoulder was vibrating incessantly. To Green's shock and disbelief, he actually felt that the power of the Black Sota within the ram's horn and skull was beginning to fail in sealing off the Nightmare Shadow inside, which was struggling and trying to break free!

"Warrior, what's inside your shoulder pads? I sense an evil aura emanating from them!"

The high priest of the temple flew over from afar, his gaze solemn, and shouted rebukes.

vomit!

As if something was about to crawl out of Green's stomach, he spat out seemingly endless red hair from his throat with a large gulp.

One after another, ominous bruises resembling infant handprints and emaciated claw marks crawled out of the eye sockets of the ram's skull, spreading across Green's entire body and extending in all directions along the altar beneath his feet.

"What is this!?"

The shopkeeper priest summoned the divine power of the Priest of Locusts and Flames in an attempt to stop the spread of the Nightmare Shadow, but found it to be completely futile.

Not only the chief priest, but everyone in the hall, including more than a hundred ordinary priests and hundreds of temple guards, were covered in the shadow of nightmares. They screamed in panic and fear, and their bodies gradually began to dim and become transparent in a whirlwind wrapped in red hair.

Such a bizarre and unknown phenomenon is enough to evoke the instinctive fear of any living being!

"No, no..."

Green, his long red hair spitting out, suddenly felt a scarlet tongue emerge from an unknown illusion behind him, licking him with relish, as if it were a devil about to savor a meal.

The source of magic power for the Black Sota Stigmata Wizard has disappeared; he has broken his original contract.

Just as Green was fading away, as if he were about to enter the mouth of some terrifying monster in a nightmare world, the surrounding world dimmed, and a familiar, oppressive, unsettling, and mysterious illusory space appeared, dragging him in with the last remaining black rope power of Green's ram horn skull.

"Hmm? This is the dilapidated mental space of the Black Tower Saint Mark Wizard?"

Green would never forget the wonder of that dilapidated tower in the wizarding academy during his wizarding apprenticeship.

Beneath their feet lay a void of falling stars, and the enormous peering eye high above had transformed into a wizard's book, as if opening this wizard's book would open the exit to this illusory world.

"Once you reach the Nightmare World, you must find the Stigmata Wizard of the Judgment Staff; he is your only hope!"

In the distance, the phantom soul of the Black Tower Saint Mark Wizard was being chewed up incessantly by a twisted tree tens of meters tall. Beneath the tree's roots was a huge and complex magic circle, seemingly connected to some wondrous place in the wizarding world, where soul power was being drawn into a thread and poured in.

"This wizarding book is for you! The Black Sota mark on it has begun to crumble; from now on, it will be the Book of Grimm."

In the sky, the enormous wizard's book flew rapidly, transforming into a streak of light that landed in Grimm's hands.

The Staff of Judgment?

"Black Tower Saint Mark Wizard, what's going on?"

Green, in the body of a locust-man, held the wizard's book and asked loudly, bewildered, but received no answer.

An ominous whirlwind of red hair swirled around them, making the atmosphere of the nightmare world crystal clear.

As the outer part of this illusory world continued to collapse, it gradually transformed from a spiritual illusion into reality. Green's body also gradually became illusory, and he began to truly fall into an ominous and terrifying nightmare world!

(End of this chapter)