Seventy years later.
They had unknowingly completed six missions in the Nether Fire World. With the support of the seven-member Stigmata Squad, they had come this far in a thrilling journey and had finally adapted to the dangers of the Civilization War.
In this kind of war where the World Lords ran in groups and the ruler might suddenly appear at any time, the power of a Stigmata Sorcerer was too weak. Only with the Holy Tower area as a small group and forming a sorcerer legion could there be a way out.
Originally, before the Civilization War, everyone thought that they had done their best to prepare. However, with the beginning of the Civilization War, the insignificant and humble sense of existence reminded all the Stigmata Sorcerers of their first Demon-Hunting Expedition. The fear that a tyrannical foreign monster might appear at any time and kill them, and the fear of encountering a World Guardian and a World Lord had been completely ignited after the continuous death messages of their friends around them.
They must become stronger, stronger than they are now!
The result of all their efforts was that a large number of Stigmata Sorcerers who had been stuck in the bottleneck for thousands of years had broken through their original levels. Electric Arc Thundercloud Stigmata Sorcerer of Grimm's team had finally returned to the Nether Fire World after the mission fifteen years ago and was promoted to a Level-6 Stigmata Sorcerer in one fell swoop. It was gratifying.
Every move of a Level-6 creature affected the world's environment.
In the eyes of low-level creatures, they were no longer creatures, but the embodiment of a natural phenomenon. Their true bodies represented some sacred relics, or some kind of condensation of concentrated will.
This meant that the Level-6 creatures themselves were already in the transitional stage between creatures and laws.
For example, the King of Snowthreads and the former Magnetite Star World's Sanguine Devil were existences with clones all over the world. There was no need to mention their status. For the true native creatures of the two worlds, they were almost like the creation gods of the world.
Another example was King Abaddon, who held the Purgatory Furnace, which was the ultimate pursuit of violent aesthetics by the Purgatory Giants, representing the spiritual will of the Purgatory Giants.
When Grimm first saw the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer, the surrounding space was constantly collapsing. This was the effect of the imperfect Black Iso's Arcane Realm, an artificially created Spiritual World that was entrusted with the dark and glorious will of the ancient sorcerers.
The Boiling Panic represented the panic on the battlefield, the Free Dandelion represented the Dandelion Flower, and the Soul-Devouring Kiss represented the Soul-Devouring Flower. At this time, in the eyes of the inferior creatures, the Electric Arc Thundercloud Stigmata Sorcerer was the natural phenomenon of the violent and unpredictable dark clouds and thunder of nature!
For a time, the twenty-two groups of seven, with two Level-6 Stigmata Sorcerers, were filled with hope for the day when the Sorcerer Civilization would emerge victorious in the Civilization War.
…
In the laboratory of the Space Fortress in the Nether Fire World, Sabenin, the Curse Wizard, stood behind Grimm.
"This is … Nightmare!"
Grimm was overjoyed. Initially, he only wanted to try it out. He did not expect this Level 2 Curse Wizard, Sabenin, to be a genius sorcerer in the study of Mystical Energy. He actually found a way for Grimm to use the Mask of Truth as a medium to communicate with the power of the Nightmare Curse.
Using the desire to reproduce as a sacrifice and the Mask of Truth as a miniature altar to communicate with the Mystical Energy of the Nightmare Curse.
For this, Grimm specially sent the Night Shadow Samoyed to the Sorcerer World in a silkworm cocoon box to purchase the reproductive organs of nine hundred and ninety-nine species of creatures known for their promiscuity. Amonros and Seductress Fairies were good choices.
Therefore, after more than ten years of experiments by Grimm and Sabenin, today, they actually succeeded in communicating with the Mystical Energy of the desire to reproduce!
"Master of the Tower of Annihilation, I just happened to find a document two hundred years ago. The Sorcerer World first discovered the Mystical Energy of the Nightmare Curse because of the worship of reproductive organs in an indigenous world. They never paid much attention to it. After all, the Curse Sorcerers have been developing and declining, and many documents have been lost. I didn't expect this to be true. Maybe I can use this to enter the Dawn Sages!"
Sabenin was equally excited.
To be honest, if it weren't for the support of this wealthy Stigmata Sorcerer for decades, he wouldn't have spent so much time and energy on this Mystical Energy that could only be used to cast simple Seductress Illusions and detect the Black Terminator's disguise.
"Good, good. This is the Sand of Time. Take it and become a Level-3 Great Sorcerer as soon as possible."
After fulfilling the conditions that he had promised, Grimm waved his hand and gestured for Sabenin to leave. He began to pay full attention to the paper altar on the Mask of Truth. Gradually, a long trunk emerged from the illusion. He didn't know which world it came from, but it had become a Level-9 creature that transformed into the Mystical Energy of the Endless World.
The elephant's trunk sucked in the air for a while, but it seemed to be unstable. Grimm thought for a while and dripped a few drops of the Forest Elf's virgin blood on the surface of the trunk. Sure enough, the Mystical Energy became much more stable.
"Little Eight!"
Grimm shouted. With a flash of his shoulder, Little Eight appeared.
"Wow, Nightmare, you did it?"
Without learning the complicated process of communicating with the Mystical Energy, Grimm only had basic knowledge and a few simple curses. He knew very little about Mysticism, so he quickly called for Little Eight to help him.
"Just now, the Mystical Will said three words: Bayungass, Arouse Mist, and Hiss. They're all Mystical words. Quickly translate it. I don't have much Forest Elf virgin blood here to maintain communication."
"Huh?!"
Little Eight shrieked, "Such harsh conditions, motherf * cker, this kind of Mystical Power communication item is random, why don't we wait for next time! It actually requires you to have 1000 Nightmare Runes tattooed on your body, and you have to eat 3000 Incubated Ones at the same time. You also have to add 'desire' to the prefix and suffix of a Wizard incantation that has a total of 78 syllables and 397 letters. This incantation alone is enough to drive people crazy! "
"The Forest Elf virgin blood is enough for three days. You're responsible for communicating the incantation. I'll do the tattoo and eat."
Grimm said to Little Eight and disappeared with an Elemental Teleportation.
"Virgin? Damn it, there's no way. Why is Lord Eight doing the thinking while you're in charge of living freely? Virgin my ass! "
Little Eight shouted. She was about to fly out in a fit of anger when she suddenly froze. She thought for a while with her little claws and said in shock, "No way …"
Doubtful, Little Eight wrote down her complaint in the sorcerer's script. It really did add up to 397 letters and 78 syllables!
"Damn it, what's a genius? This is the perfect definition of a genius. I used to change a spell for decades, even centuries. But now, hahahaha …"
Three days later.
The Mask of Truth had successfully added the ninth phase of the Nightmare Power communication project. Apart from the illusory ability to make those with weak willpower fall into the desire to reproduce, it also gained the ability to perceive the essence of reproduction and see through the Black Terminator. A green aura appeared around the greyish-white Mask of Truth. It was mysterious.
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