"Cough, cough, cough, how long have I been unconscious?"
Grimm's limbs and bones were weak, and all his cells were extremely tired. He struggled to sit up, but he fell down once again. He was quickly helped up by a Level-1 Sorceress with blonde wavy hair.
Grimm glanced at the Sorceress with his tri-colored eyes. She was somewhat beautiful, but her eyes were sad. She did not dare to look directly into Grimm's eyes.
"Caw caw caw, my Grimm Beast, I knew you wouldn't die. You've been unconscious for seventeen days now, and it will be eighteen days in another hourglass. Do you want to sleep a little longer to make it a whole day?"
Little Eight said, jumping up and down on Grimm's shoulder.
More than ten days …
With the help of the Sorceress, Grimm leaned against the stone wall and looked around. There was only a magic lamp hanging on the ceiling of the cave. About a dozen Sorcerers sat against the stone wall of the cave, bowing their heads in silence. The atmosphere was depressing, and a sense of despair filled the air.
"Where is this?"
Grimm asked the Sorceress, who was desperate but still full of hope. The Mask of Truth had clearly sensed that a new life was being bred in her body. Grimm could roughly guess what had happened to the Sorceress before.
For the sake of the child in her belly, she would not give up. The power of maternal love.
"Stigmata Sorceress of the Tower of Annihilation, we are now in a world fragment connected to the Nether Fire World."
The Sorceress paused, stroked her belly, and asked Grimm cautiously, "Master, do we … do we still have hope of leaving this place alive?"
At the end of her sentence, the Sorceress actually sobbed in a low voice. She looked like a new Demon Hunter. Her first mission was to witness the failure of the Nether Fire World Sorcerers in the War of Civilizations. Her partner, who had once pledged their undying love, had already left.
"Nonsense, Lord Eight is here, what nonsense are you asking? Look at all of you, tsk …"
Little Eight grumbled unhappily. Nothing could dispel this guy's optimism. After so many years of experience, Little Eight had his own views on everything.
Grimm did not reply to the female wizard. He looked at the low-ranking wizards in the cave who had completely fallen into despair. It seemed like they were all waiting for death. There was no chance of survival.
"Hmph, what's wrong with you? Do you think that the Sorcerer World has been defeated? Idiot! "
Grimm's words attracted the attention of a few Magi in the cave.
How lifeless was this? It was like a candle that was about to be extinguished, without any light.
"That's right, it was indeed those Metallic Lifeforms that defeated the Sorcerer Legion in the Netherworld Fire World. No matter which continent you used to be on duty or which Stigmata Sorcerer you followed, I want to tell you that we did not fail! Just now, through the Wizard Alliance's top-secret information, the Metal Destroyer that had fallen into the world has been captured by the Wizard Alliance. We did not fail in the Netherworld Fire World. We have won an unprecedented victory for the Sorcerers World. Everyone's sacrifice has realized its meaning, including my Stigmata Sorcerer friend! "
Grimm's words made the Sorcerers in the originally lifeless cave raise their heads and look at Grimm in disbelief. There was such a thing?
In the eyes of low-ranking Sorcerers, the loss and failure of a world was a big deal, but from the perspective of the Stigmata Sorcerers, Celestial Sorcerers, and even the Eternal Dominator, it was not worth mentioning at all.
Perhaps behind the Metal Destroyer civilization, the Wizard Alliance had already captured and destroyed two equally important worlds. It was meaningless to look at one's gains and one's losses from an individual's point of view.
Resurrected, pairs of bright eyes gathered on Grimm. This kind of thing was never thought of by the low-ranking Sorcerers!
"Wow, when did this happen? Why didn't I know, the Netherworld Fire World turned out to be a bait!?"
Little Myna secretly asked through telepathy. He was obviously shocked by Grimm's words.
"I lied to them."
After Grimm secretly transmitted to Little Eight, he ignored Little Eight's dumbfounded expression and continued, "Now, as long as everyone is alive, you are the creators of this victory. Future generations of Sorcerers will forever praise and commemorate your achievements, just like the ancient Sorcerers who once saved the Sorcerers World from danger. I swear, it won't take too long. When I recover my peak strength, I will do my best to take you out of here alive! "
…
A few months later.
A baby boy was born in the cave.
In order not to let this incomparably weak newborn life die prematurely because of the chaotic laws of the foreign world, Grimm barely recovered some of his strength and supported a space with absolute elemental control, protecting the baby at all times.
For this reason, after inheriting the child's father's surname, at the request of the female Sorcerer, Grimm gave the baby the name Anton Seymour and officially accepted him as his third disciple, after Cappuccino and Black Iso!
…
Fifteen years later.
"Mentor, what's wrong?"
Anton Seymour, with his naturally curly black hair, stopped the communication work that Grimm had set up and asked Grimm. The other Sorcerers in the cave also looked at Grimm. Even Little Eight, who was dozing off, was awakened by Grimm's low and excited voice and looked over.
Grimm stopped his excited laughter and looked at his third disciple.
Unlike Cappuccino and Black Iso, Grimm, who had watched Anton Seymour grow up and arranged his growth step by step, had an indescribable emotional attachment to Anton Seymour.
He touched Anton Seymour's head. A fifteen-year-old child was not considered young, but in his father's eyes, he was still a baby that he had personally delivered and protected.
"You have to continue working hard. I've just taken a big step forward in my Sorcerer's path. I believe that it won't be long before I can bring you and your mother, as well as your uncles and aunties back to the Sorcerer World. You'll be able to see the Sorcerer Towers and meet your senior sisters and brothers."
Anton Seymour pursed his lips, looking extremely yearning. He nodded excitedly and continued to complete the repulsive and attractive force homework that Grimm had set up.
Little Eight appeared on Grimm's shoulder in a flash.
"You've broken through?"
"Yes!"
Grimm nodded and said in a low voice, "Just now, the Infernal Bird's Head has grown a 256th head structure. The structure of the Stone of Original Sin for the Destructive Force has been completed. I've officially advanced to a Level-5 Sorcerer."
"Hahaha, with 550 points of Mental Strength as the foundation and 2.5 times the Destructive Force attack state, coupled with the breakthrough of the Level 5 Wild Instinct Transformation, and the Elemental Surge Refinery Sorcerer's powerful overlapping power to break the self-seal, as long as the Strange Crystal Terminator doesn't appear, it's not impossible to force our way through!"
Little Eight said eagerly, "It's a pity that there are too few Sorcerers here, and you can't use your Nightmare Sorcerer's Mental Strength to recover quickly. Hurry up and recover all your Mental Strength. This is really suffocating me. Also, your third disciple can't always be in contact with these few people."
"Yes …"
After Grimm muttered to himself, he once again suppressed all his magical fluctuations to prevent the aura of the Hidden Mountain from leaking, and closed his eyes to meditate.
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