The Holy Tower of Two Rings world.
Legions of sorcerers descended upon the Sorcerers World. Not only were there Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, but there was also an even larger number of Arcane Sorcerers who had returned from traveling in various worlds for a long period of time. The Civilization War was a war of civilizations. Almost all the sorcerers who carried the will of the sorcerers returned.
Streaks of Stigmata elemental light shuttled in and out of the world, waiting for the grand will in the depths of the Holy Tower to mobilize. Grimm's group of six was actually so insignificant in the oppressive world of the Holy Tower of Two Rings.
It was no wonder.
Second Ring Celestial Sorcerer used Sorcerer Coins as Celestial Offerings, mobilizing an incalculable amount of resources in the Sorcerer World. The number of Sorcerer Towers in the area under the jurisdiction of the Holy Tower, even the Holy Tower of One Ring, which had the most robust and powerful foundation among the Elemental Sorcerers, was slightly inferior. Even the Holy Tower of Seven Rings, which had developed for many years, could not be compared to the Holy Tower of One Ring, which only had thirty-three areas under its jurisdiction.
Xiu!
After a short while, Free Dandelion Black Stigmata Sorcerer who was summoned by the will of the Two Rings Celestial Sorcerer flew out of the Holy Tower. As if he had received some good news, his expression was slightly relaxed, and he took out a leather mission scroll.
"The Holy Tower of Two Rings is responsible for the mobilization of the Wizard Alliance's resources. This is our main task. If the war doesn't worsen, we don't have to go to the frontline."
Upon hearing Free Dandelion's words, the Sacred Tower of Fire took the mission scroll and quickly browsed through it.
"The Great World of Gulong?"
Muttering, Chalice Of Fire passed the scroll to the Electric Arc Thundercloud. The latter took a few glances at it before passing it to Raucous Song.
Upon hearing the words Great World of Gulong, Grimm's heart skipped a beat. It turned out to be the frontline supplies that Senior Sister Secluded Spring was in charge of. As a Great World, although it did not restrict creatures of any level from descending and was protected by powerful laws, because of the large number of Sovereigns gathered there, space was incomparably stable. It was almost impossible to rely on space-time abilities to travel.
Therefore, they had to use this Great World as a strategic stronghold, either through the World Rifts or through the shadows of the Void, as the strategic resources would be poured into the Great World continuously.
"So, our mission in the early stages of the war is to protect the strategic materials of this Netherworld World together with several other Two Ring Holy Tower Sorcerer teams, and be responsible for continuously sending them to the hands of several Celestial Sorcerers and Eternal Dominators in the Great World of Gulong?"
Electric Arc Thundercloud frowned. He was not as optimistic as Free Dandelion.. In fact, he even looked worried.
"Compared to the frontlines, we might not need to participate in large-scale battles frequently. It might seem stable and safe, but if an accident happens, it might be a trap carefully prepared by the enemy. It might even cause a disaster that we can't defend against! As the logistics base of a great world, it is almost foreseeable that the Metal Destroyer Civilization will launch a dominator-level attack. Without a Celestial Sorcerer … "
In the end, the Electric Arc Thundercloud looked at the others and sighed. "Rather than facing a possible attack from the Sovereign, it would be better to join the frontlines where there are True Spirits watching over us. Otherwise, if we don't handle it well, we might all be wiped out."
The atmosphere was somewhat depressing, and no one spoke.
A group of Sorcerers flying nearby occasionally glanced at them. Voidships that were once used as strategic reserves were being mobilized in an orderly manner. There were even some World Lords under the jurisdiction of the Wizard Alliance landing frequently.
"Forget it, it's useless to think so much. We still have a year to prepare. The duration of this mission is a hundred years. When the time limit is up, we will decide whether to apply for a change of mission. Maybe the war over there is only a short stalemate, or we can destroy the other party's resource supply points first and then the True Spirits will return to defend …"
The old witch Wei Lide opened her mouth and broke the depressing atmosphere.
"Meow, as long as we can survive this war and unify the world community, we will be considered as ancient Sorcerers who have established military exploits. At that time, with the power of this Sorcerers World community, the Demon-Hunting Expedition Plan of the ancient sages will be completed, and the Demon-Hunting Plan will be officially launched. "
The Fat Cat was lying in Raucous Song's arms, speaking with a pacifier in her mouth.
The old Sorcerer with a mask was sitting in a wheelchair, carefully combing the Fat Cat's fur. When the Fat Cat finished speaking, he raised his head and looked around the crowd with his cloudy eyes, and finally fell on Grimm.
"We've been preparing for so many years. I think the slaves nurtured by those worlds should have grown up by now. It's time to harvest them. With these elite slave legions, it'll be much easier to deal with any unexpected situations. Tower of Annihilation, you are a newly promoted Stigmata after all. Bring as many slaves as you can, don't be too hard on yourself. "
"Caw caw caw caw, don't underestimate my Young Master's foundation. It's just a few slave legions. The Realm of Annihilation can still take them out. Our Howling Cockroach Legion for this Demon-Hunting Expedition is no weaker than your legion!"
On Grimm's shoulder, where the colorful runes flowed, Little Eight shouted. She looked fearless and glared at the old Fat Cat.
Beneath the Mask of Truth, Grimm retracted his tri-colored eyes from his trance state. He knew that his Howling Cockroach slave legion would be able to produce an endless supply of high-quality Howling Cockroaches as long as there were sufficient resources due to the Queen Mother's capture and his own race. However, compared to a real elite slave legion, it was still not enough.
When the Black Iso Tower went on an expedition to the Burrow World, when Grimm went to the World Gate, he easily brought out a legion made up of Level-3 slave monsters!
"Got it."
Grimm was silent for a while and then said, "Fortunately, these Howling Cockroaches can be easily produced, and they are very easy to control. I have been accumulating them. If the quality is not good, then we will use quantity. Master, don't worry."
After Grimm said so, the few of them did not say anything more. They looked at each other and dispersed.
"How dare you look down on us. Since the war has already started, you might as well exchange for that Level-3 Void Fortress. Just leave it to me, Ye Ye, and Lu Lianman."
What Little Eight was referring to was the reward that Grimm received after completing the Mechanical Celestial Sorcerer's gambling battle mission during his Level-3 Great Sorcerer period. He had not used it yet.
"Hmm."
After Grimm nodded, he retracted his gaze from Little Eight, who had disappeared into the horizon, and looked at the Rainbow Potion that had not left. This wretched Stigmata Sorcerer with a tattered cloth bag on his back giggled.
"Tower of Annihilation, lend me your auxiliary mask for a year. I need to take advantage of this time to complete a higher-grade potion."
After saying that, while Grimm was stunned, the big rat rummaged through the cloth bag behind him for a while and took out a Fate Contract and a bottle of bloody potion that was bright red and incomparably smelly.
"Didn't you ask me about the Dark Demonic Blood last time? This is the Dark Demonic Blood Essence, which is ten times more concentrated than the Dark Demonic Blood that flows from the Dark Domain. How about it!?"
This was the first time someone had made such a request to Grimm, and this bottle of Dark Demonic Blood Essence could at least facilitate the evolution of more than ten heads of the Infernal Spirit Myriads. For the upcoming Civilization War, Grimm simply could not refuse.
In the eyes of some foreign creatures, the first thing they noticed was Grimm's Abyssal Magic Staff. But in the Sorcerers World, all Stigmata and Celestial Sorcerers remembered the Mask of Truth!
This sorcery tool that had accompanied Grimm as he grew up had now possessed an extraordinary side.
"One year, huh … deal."
After Grimm confirmed the effectiveness of the Life Contract, he slowly took off the Mask of Truth and handed it to the surprised and expectant Rainbow Potion Stigmata Sorcerer. At the same time, a black Infernal Spirit Avian head slowly stretched out behind him, exuding a terrifying aura, and swallowed the Dark Demonic Blood Essence in one gulp.
"This is an auxiliary perceptual sorcery tool, the Mask of Truth, a legendary sorcery tool that has accompanied me as I grew up."
After getting the Mask of Truth, the big rat felt some of the attribute enhancement data within it. It simply stared in disbelief, threw its magic staff into the big bag behind it, and shakily put on the grayish-white spiral pattern Mask of Truth on its face. The Mask of Truth squirmed for a while and fitted perfectly.
For a moment, Rainbow Potion Stigmata Sorcerer was simply stunned. After looking around for a while, he looked at Grimm blankly.
"What's wrong?"
Under the golden hair, Grimm looked straight at Rainbow Potion Stigmata Sorcerer and asked in a deep voice.
"Uh … nothing, it's the first time I've seen your true appearance without a mask. You're a little more handsome than me."
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