Wizard's Journey

Chapter 846 Bone Rama

Fan, fan, fan...

A massive shadow, over seventy meters long, soared across the sky. The Mysterious Thousand-Headed Bird, with its ninety-nine heads, roared and howled as it grew to the limit of its potential as a level three creature, and flew towards the Second Ring Holy Tower.

Without a doubt, Green is now the most powerful wizard below the Holy Mark in the wizarding world. Even in the long history of the wizarding world, it is rare to see such an unparalleled powerhouse as Green!

The more extreme something is, the lonelier it becomes.

Among the same level of powerhouses, only a few of the strongest Black Witch Kings deep within the Dark Domain, the all-powerful Sivirnis of the Second Ring Holy Tower, and a handful of Grand Wizards deep within the Holy Tower could still keep Green somewhat interested.

Challenging the undefeated status of the all-powerful Sivirnis in the wizarding world was probably the only hope that Grimm had before.

If he defeats this great wizard, it will prove that Green is now at least stronger than Senior Sister Youquan was before!

In other words, what Green desires is not to defeat the all-powerful Sivirnis, but to surpass the target he has lived in the shadow of since his wizarding apprenticeship, that figure he admires and yearns for, the one whom his mentor Peranos once regarded as his shadow.

Do not!

Green wanted to prove himself, that he was who he was, not someone else's shadow, and that he hadn't copied anyone's path to becoming a wizard. For countless years, Green had been trying to prove this.

"This damn weather is so cold. The Seventh Ring Holy Tower is nothing compared to the Second Ring Holy Tower."

Little Ba stood on Green's shoulder, hunched his neck, his teeth chattering and trembling. His sleepy little eyes after complaining were incredibly charming.

"Um?"

Green suddenly sensed something while flying.

"Warning barrier: An academy war is taking place ahead?"

Slightly taken aback, the moment the mysterious Thousand-Headed Bird flew into the barrier, it caught the attention of a world guardian.

Even though Grimm was suppressing his power ripples with all his might, the inadvertent release of his aura still caused the weaker creatures nearby to feel waves of fear. Before achieving the Saint Mark, Grimm could no longer perfectly control his powerful strength.

He already possessed the ability to overthrow the academy's war, but now that he had reached Grimm's level and was about to advance to the Saint Mark, he was indeed no longer suitable to participate in these things that disrupted the balance of the wizarding world. Otherwise, his wizarding tower might cause more trouble in the future, which would be a loss.

That being said, Green wouldn't deliberately avoid anything or delay his journey because of such a trivial academy war.

They continued flying towards the Second Ring Holy Tower.

Two days later.

The two arcane wizards, who were engaged in a life-or-death struggle, almost simultaneously felt their bodies stiffen, their hair stand on end, and their expressions change drastically. They quickly used elemental teleportation to avoid each other and looked up into the distance.

"This, this is..."

Fan, fan, fan...

A colossal, multi-headed bird, over seventy meters tall, flew overhead, its terrifying aura causing the surrounding space to ripple. On the beast's back, the figure of a mysterious wizard with flowing seven-colored runes stood, but he didn't even glance at the two of them before continuing to fly forward.

Sweating profusely, the two Level 2 Arcane Wizards simultaneously felt a sense of horror within them.

Such an incredibly powerful archmage, regardless of which side of the academy was on, had consequences...

No, this information must be communicated to the dean of the college!

Without making a sound, the two who were originally locked in a life-or-death struggle were separated by the appearance of Grimm and the mysterious Thousand-Headed Bird, changing their tragic fate where only one of them could survive.

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the other side.

As the leader of the massive wizarding legion that completely ended the last resistance of the Wizarding Academy of the Hand of Mystery, Dean Ordonle stood majestically on the back of the Ironblood Warhawk, a beam of pure white light shining above his head, radiating an astonishing life force.

Behind the Archmage Orton, four archmages with different expressions, more than three hundred low-level wizards, and several triangular flying warships flew in a menacing formation.

Suddenly, on the Ironblood Warhawk, Ordonliang opened his tightly closed eyes and keenly sensed the abnormal fluctuations in the distant sky beyond his field of vision. With the dangerous instincts of a terrifying beast, the Ironblood Warhawk let out a long cry, its neck fur stood on end, and it stopped abruptly!

With a wave, Ortonleon signaled the wizard legion behind him to stop.

"What happened? Why did it suddenly stop?"

"I don't know, something must have happened. Just follow Dean Ortonle's instructions. The Wizarding Academy of the Hand of Mysteries is about to collapse; no one can save it!"

Gradually, the terrifying figure of a deep abyss dragon appeared in the distance, with a mysterious underground abyss wizard shrouded in demonic energy standing on it.

A terrible scar ran across his entire face, leaving only one deep, dark eye. His deathly pale face bore a horrifying, cruel grin as he flew straight toward the wizard legion.

"I accepted the reward from the Hand of Mysteries Wizarding Academy, and I'm responsible for protecting them. I've already dealt with all the wizards from Miststorm Academy over there. So, go back to where you came from."

As he spoke, the abyss wizard slung the bone warhammer over his shoulder. It was surrounded by an astonishingly dense aura of blood and life, and it seemed to be a terrifying magical weapon that grew by consuming blood energy.

While the others only sensed the terror of this great wizard, on the Ironblood Warhawk, Ortonle seemed to have thought of something, and the holes in his eyes suddenly shrank!

"Bone Rama, the King of the Five-Star Abyss?"

In the wizarding world, the great wizard who has stirred up a great storm in the last hundred years is none other than this five-star Abyss King!

Two hundred years ago, a powerful wizard from the Four Rings Holy Tower was defeated by him, and he became even more arrogant. He has become the most likely new Holy Mark wizard to be followed by many Holy Mark wizards and True Spirit wizards in the underground abyss.

However, compared to the powerful kings of the abyss throughout history, this Bone Rama is even more violent. He is an unparalleled powerhouse who fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in dozens of wars in other worlds!

With each dangerous trial, he would improve a little; with each additional killing, the power of the Blood Fiend Bone Hammer in his hand would increase. His irresistible ferocity and uncompromising character made this Bone Rama invincible and unstoppable.

"To not turn and run upon seeing me is a disgrace! It seems my slaughter on the Wizarding Continent a hundred years ago was indeed insufficient. In that case, hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph..."

"No……"

"He...he is the King of the Five-Star Abyss!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

Ruthless slaughter, bloody brutality, killing ingrained in their very instincts—a feast of carnage. Just a fraction of an hourglass later, Bone Rama's pitch-black hand gripped Ortonliang's neck, and he sneered, "Why didn't you continue your elemental teleportation to escape?!"

Orton struggled with all his might, but he couldn't escape the grasp of this terrifyingly powerful monster. Black nails dug deep into his flesh, and blood flowed down the monster's arm.

"Useless thing. The era of elemental wizards in the wizarding world will eventually be replaced by my generation of body-refining wizards."

"Deep within the Holy Tower, there dwells a man who can control everything, Sivirnis..."

puff!

Bone Rama's white bone warhammer blasted Ordonliang to death, his blood essence absorbed by the mysterious power within the warhammer. He sneered, "You think the reason I came to the Wizarding Continent was really just this mere academy war? There's always been a rumor that the strongest elemental wizards are hidden deep within the Holy Tower. Those hypocritical cowards hiding there, I'll tear apart this so-called myth of elemental wizards!"

With a cold, sinister laugh, he glanced at the hidden world guardians in the distance with his malevolent eyes, then flew towards the Misty Storm Wizard Academy, his aura swirling with malevolence.

(End of this chapter)