After browsing in Gemini for a year, Grimm decided to enjoy a brief moment of peace before the expedition ended.
"Are you really not going?"
Grimm's body wriggled for a while and transformed into the appearance of the astrologer of this world. He had light green skin, a tall and skinny body, and a big head like a pumpkin, holding an astrological compass in his hand.
There were a few low-level Astrologers left in the Gemini Celestial Tower. They were used to maintain the normal operation of the Celestial Tower. They lived a life of humiliation and humiliation, losing all their dignity. Grimm's transformation shocked these Astrologers. The elite Demon-Hunter Sorcerers around him were used to it. Camouflage sorcery was not uncommon.
"Gulp …"
Secretly swallowing their saliva, these low-level astrologers who had become servants did not dare to say anything and continued to do their work.
"I'm not going, I'm not going. Damn it, this world is going to enter the Civilization War after the end of its life. Watching your friends die one by one, I really want to see you … Ah! Ah! Ah! No, I still want to be in love with Yeye for a few more eras. I haven't lived long enough. For love, I, the Eighth Lord, am going all out this time. I don't have your time! "
For Ye Ye's sake, Little Eight began to modify the dramatic curse that she had once created, deleting the harsh conditions of the prelude.
What made Little Eight so determined was the news that Grimm's good friends, Alastair and Wicky, had fallen a few years ago.
Both of them had entered the realm of Level-3 Great Sorcerers before the Civilization War, and were the best among the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, but they had fallen in the Civilization War!
They were just one of the hundreds of millions of low-level sorcerers who had fallen in the huge Civilization War, which showed how tragic the Civilization War was. Low-level Demon-Hunter Sorcerers below the Stigmata Stigmata Sorcerer had no ability to control their own fate!
As for the Stigmata Sorcerers who were acquainted with Grimm, one of them was known to have fallen. That was the Ivory Fort Stigmata Sorcerer who accidentally gave Grimm the Level-2 Wild Instinct transformation. This Stigmata Sorcerer who was famous for his defensive body had fallen in a small world at the frontline of the war, which was really unexpected.
News of the destruction of small worlds in the frontier came frequently. The space-based planet destroyer had become the most powerful strategic weapon of the Metal Destroyer civilization. Although it was limited by certain conditions and only a dozen small worlds were destroyed, which was insignificant to the overall war situation, the psychological impact on the World Lords of the Wizard Alliance was unparalleled.
"Then continue to work hard here."
Grimm glanced at Little Eight, who was curling her little tail and drawing left and right on the experiment table, and disappeared with an elemental teleportation.
One month later.
In a remote mountain, Grimm, as a wandering astrologer, was warmly received by the Wagon people who were hiding from the war in a cave and worshiped him like a god.
It was no wonder that before the chaotic doomsday, these astrologers lived in the tall Astrology Tower and lived in the legends of these ordinary Wagon people who did not have the talent to communicate with the stars. Now that they finally saw a living astrologer, how could these civilians who hid in the chaos and limited their knowledge to a mountain and a ravine understand the situation of this world?
The purpose of this expedition of the Stigmata Sorcerers like Grimm was only to obtain the flesh and blood of those high-level astrologers. These weak Wagon people were not even qualified to be slaves.
He took out the best fruits he had picked. The cave was lit by torches. In the warm reception of these Wagon people, Grimm, who was disguised as an astrologer, sat down.
With a smile, the astrology compass in Grimm's hand floated to the top of the cave. Soon, it attracted a little starlight that shone through the mountain rocks. It was so magical that these big-headed Wagon people were amazed.
"Honorable astrologer, may I ask when we can defeat those man-eating demons? I heard that those monsters escaped from the bloody moon. I want to return to the village."
In the cave, the village chief asked sincerely.
For ordinary Wagon people, the sorcerers had no interest in them, so they could not come into contact with them. What they feared more were the hungry slave monsters. Even if one or two slave monsters occasionally got lost in search of food, it would be a nightmare for these Wagon people.
"They are too powerful, I don't know."
Shaking his head, Grimm responded with a sigh and silently observed the social lifestyle of this group of creatures.
"More powerful than the great Goethe Celestial Tower?"
A little Wagon person asked incredulously with his eyes wide open.
Grimm, who was disguised as a kind old astrologer, patted the little guy's head and said with a smile, "Perhaps more powerful than the Goethe Celestial Tower, but outside these mountains, we have a hundred more powerful Celestial Towers. Druhe, Eight Thousand Oddities, and Evil Mirror are our three strongest Celestial Towers. Under their leadership, we will definitely defeat these extraterrestrial demons, hehehe."
"If one day, I can also become a great astrologer like you, how great would that be …"
…
Three years later.
Grimm had completely integrated into the Wagon village and became an indispensable member. The various wonderful abilities of the great astrologer made the Wagon people extremely envious. During this time, Grimm helped these Wagon people to live a better life in the chaotic post-apocalyptic world.
"Sob sob sob, Uncle Grimm, please save my mother."
It had been three years. Little Raymo had also grown from a little guy with a pair of big eyes to a naughty doll who relied on labor to make a living. Strictly speaking, she was still a female. In this world, the female Wagon people were the dominant ones.
"What happened to your mother?"
Grimm asked patiently.
Grimm seemed to want to completely integrate into the Wagon people's lives and enjoy the meaning of a peaceful life. However, Grimm knew that he was only deceiving himself. There was no true peace in this world. He was just trying to recall the peace that he had experienced.
"Mother, mother, she …"
After a while, Grimm performed a natural labor operation on the female Wagon who was experiencing dystocia. Due to their overly large heads, the proportion of Wagon people who died from dystocia was very high.
…
Ten years later.
"I can't stay here anymore. The Celestial Tower is organizing a general attack. I have to go back and contribute my strength to the light of peace and justice in this world!"
Grimm said resolutely.
Everyone was reluctant to part and wished him well. Only Raymo ran to Grimm's side.
"I'll go with you."
All the Wagon people in the village understood Raymo's feelings. They silently turned around and left. Raymo looked at Grimm with tears streaming down her face. She wanted to kiss him, hug him, and possess everything of this perfect Astrologer.
In the end, Grimm didn't stay any longer and turned around to leave.
To Grimm, this was just a short vacation before the Civilization War. It was a journey to relax and experience the original ecology of these natural specimens that he might have casually collected and placed in the laboratory. However, to these lower lifeforms, it was a long memory that they would never forget.
"Let's go back. It won't be long before peace returns to this world."
…
One year later.
"Ji ji ji ji, a total of 1300 blood essences. If necessary, 1000 blood essences should be enough for me to summon that Lord's Avatar for a short period of time."
The big bag on the back of the Rainbow Potion Old Dwarf contained all the harvest of the group in this world!
The whole world was actually a trump card for the summoning of a Lord's Avatar during the Civilization War, so that the people who caused trouble would have a higher chance of survival.
"I think that through this cooperation, everyone should have a better understanding of the Obliteration Tower's ability. With his ability, in addition to the original strength of our group, we will definitely be able to survive this Civilization War safely!"
The Electric Arc Thundercloud Stigmata Sorcerer growled in a low voice. After the seven of them looked at each other, they decided to leave this broken world.
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