Wizard's Journey

Chapter 866 Titanium Magnetite

Roar, roar, roar...

Skeletal undead and zombie undead exuded a dense aura of death. Dark clouds shrouded the sky, making it difficult to breathe. The undead in the Sea of ​​the Dead on the Continent of Gods numbered in the hundreds of millions, which shows how brutal the ancient war in this world was.

So many undead, countless ancient undead creatures of enormous size, surged forward like a tidal wave, and the laws of the underworld of the continent of gods, formed by the death clouds in the sky, also broke out of their original sphere of influence.

Among the undead legion were four tiny, alien creatures, whose own deathly aura was amplified by the Nine Netherworld Spring, making them virtually undetectable.

To be honest, among the four, the image of the Destruction Sword Youquan was strikingly similar to some undead zombies from the ancient war...

"This time, the Bone Crocodile God of the Underworld unleashed the Calamity of the Dead. After so many years of accumulation, it seems the death energy he has gathered is enough to transform a new batch of low-level undead. Hiss hiss hiss hiss. In the long run, the Continent of Gods will one day become the Continent of the Underworld!"

Among the top and most powerful underworld gods in the Sea of ​​the Dead, there is a level six creature, the Bone Crocodile Underworld God.

"I haven't tasted fresh flesh and blood for ten thousand years..."

One after another, intelligent undead lords, having just been awakened from their long slumber, were extremely excited.

Ok?

Green discovered something strange: the soul fire of these undead creatures, once it possessed an ancient corpse and was resurrected, could easily last for tens of thousands of years. For a lower level of creatures, this had clearly disrupted some of the balance rules of the endless world.

This inevitably reminded Green of the Wizarding World.

Legend has it that inside Sky City, there are some mechanical true spirit wizards who are recuperating from serious injuries after the ancient war. Is there some kind of internal connection between the two?

After all, in terms of so-called undead creatures, many of the ghostly worlds struggling in the Wizarding World have similar forms of life.

"Have you noticed that these spirits that crawl out from the cracks in the rocks underground are far stronger than the spirits on the surface?"

The Sword of Destruction spoke in a low voice. Just then, three "whoosh" sounds flew across the sky as three gods of the underworld flew together over the clouds of death, paying no attention to the tide of undead rushing to the ground.

Like the other undead around them, after watching the gods of the underworld depart, Grin and the Heart of the Underworld were drawn by the words of the Sword of Destruction. Nine-Headed Wrath, however, suddenly chuckled softly and said in a sinister tone, "This is probably related to the rich deposits of titanium slag within the ley lines of this world!"

As he spoke, the Nine-Headed Wrathful Saint Mark Wizard opened his palm.

For the past month or so, Nine-Headed Wrath had been absorbing subtle black energy in this world using his understanding of the rules of repulsion and attraction. Now, he was slowly releasing it for everyone to observe.

"Ethylene-titanium magnetic slag?"

Even with Green's alchemy knowledge, he had never heard of this so-called titanium magnetic slag.

But one thing is certain: this titanium magnetic slag is clearly a natural mineral with extremely high density.

"This is a rare substance I discovered in a primitive world during my time as a demon hunter. It has the effect of refining the body and refining the marrow. These undead creatures are clearly different from the possessed creatures in the wandering spirit world."

Oh?

The exclamation of surprise came from the Saint Mark Wizard, the Sword of Destruction.

"Then why not go and explore the ley lines of this world?"

Shaking his head, Nine Heads angrily said, "With our Saintly Mark Wizard bodies, it's almost impossible for us to burrow underground in this alien world. As for digging a tunnel, not to mention the countless Underworld Temples here, even with the surface layer subjected to a hundred times the gravity, without a level three creature, I'm afraid we couldn't even dig a crack in the rock!"

As the Sea of ​​the Dead stretched onward, the Holy Mark Wizard of the Netherworld sighed.

Just then, a loud "boom" was heard in the distance, as an active volcano erupted, spewing out large amounts of volcanic ash, lava flows, and volcanic rocks, breaking through the thick, deathly clouds in the sky, and causing some flying gargoyles and carrion birds to fall.

Beneath the mask of truth, his two-colored eyes peered out, and Grimm's expression shifted as he said, "Perhaps we can infiltrate underground from there?"

Green was referring to this active volcano that was spewing lava.

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

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

Chunks of volcanic rock shot into the sky and then fell back down, some of them landing not far from Green and his companions. The splashing hot mud caused several low-level undead who were on their way to tumble over.

Several skeletal undead shattered, a single flame of soul flickering helplessly within their skulls. A few slightly stronger zombies rose again, their fierce gleams blazing as they searched for enemies. After a while, finding nothing, they were once again influenced by the will of the undead scourge and continued on their way, utterly devoid of intelligence.

Nine Heads angrily picked up a piece of volcanic rock, his eyes flashing.

"Indeed, such high-density titanium slag is truly incredible! If we could conquer this world and use its countless level-three native creatures to dig a mine connecting to the earth's veins, transporting the titanium ore veins to the heart of the Wizarding World, we might be able to utilize this world's devouring properties to slow down the self-collapse process of the Wizarding World's heart, essentially adding a technique to replenish the world's origin to the Seven-Colored Spacetime Sealing Technique!"

The nine-headed beast gazed boldly, its excitement revealing an arrogant and ferocious arrogance.

Even the three of them—Heart of the Underworld, Sword of Destruction, and Grin—were taken aback by the audacity and arrogance of the Nine-Headed Wrathful Saint Mark Wizard.

"Let's go take a look!?"

After the three nodded silently in response to the question posed by the Holy Mark Wizard of the Netherworld Heart, the four inconspicuous little undead silently changed direction in the advancing sea of ​​undead and headed towards the small volcano.

The scorching magma and the impact of the burning rocks were like an apocalyptic disaster for low-level creatures, but for the several holy-marked wizards, it was nothing.

They exchanged glances, and Jiu Shou Nu took the lead, climbing down first, followed by the other three, still not daring to use their magic power casually.

Just as the four little ones were slowly climbing down from the crater, a powerful wave of will suddenly swept over them from the crater, startling them and causing them to shrink back.

"What's going on? A level five creature!?"

In the sky above the Sea of ​​the Dead, a god of the underworld, in high spirits, saw a volcano erupting and many low-level creatures being affected. He actually decided to take the initiative and try to seal the erupting volcano with his own divine power.

However, as its will swept across the interior of the volcano, the eyes of the six-meter-tall little giant, its decaying body gleaming with astonishment, noticed the four strange little undead climbing downwards inside the crater.

Even the undead of the Holy Realm could not withstand such an attack from the high temperature of lava. Therefore, even though they could not immediately discern the true nature of these four strange undead, they still noticed their strangeness.

Concentrating his will, the god of the underworld finally discovered the characteristics of these small undead creatures. After being surprised and astonished, he sneered in anger, while the large group of creature servants around him looked puzzled.

"Great God of the Dead, what's happening down there?"

The ancient sacred dragon bone, more than thirty meters beneath the feet of the God of the Underworld, asked.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph! The God of the Underworld unleashed the Cataclysm of the Dead, ravaging the continent. And yet, a few treacherous evil gods from other realms, oblivious to their own mortality, infiltrated the Underworld, courting their own demise!"

With four arms, the God of the Underworld extended one arm, holding a scepter, his divine power radiating.

The gods of the underworld, who were idly resting and contemplating above the Scourge of the Dead, all looked over.

(End of this chapter)