Since he replaced the Spirit Devourer Balrog, Grimm naturally joined the Evil God Paradise's Purgatory camp.
A month later, in the great hall of the Black Rock Mountain, under the service of a group of Pigeon's servants, Grimm, who had transformed into a Bone Spike Troll, the Cyclops Troll King, the Sun God Amkais, and the Raging Bear King sat facing each other.
"As expected of a powerhouse from a distant world. The Thunder Bone Emperor was able to fight the King of Fist, Tebis. Even if we encounter some powerful worlds that are difficult to conquer in the future, I believe that our Purgatory will not fall behind the Calamity."
Even if the Cyclops Troll King didn't open his true form, his body was still huge. He had blue and green skin that was more than 30 meters long, and there was a lone big eye in the center of his chest. The eyes on his head were replaced by many nostrils that kept sniffing, and his big mouth was full of sharp fangs.
With that, the Cyclops Troll King grabbed the weak foreign creature on the huge plate and stuffed it into his mouth while screaming. He chewed, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Grimm smiled slightly. His skeletal hand picked up the strong liquor sent by the Raging Bear King and drank it in one gulp, imitating the Raging Bear King's posture. In a split second, a layer of blood flame floated around his body. Surprisingly, it was comparable to a legendary knight's high-level application of blood energy. It was very strange.
In the dark, Grimm secretly peeped at the three Evil Gods with the Mask of Truth.
To be able to survive the fusion of various worlds and obtain recognition in the Evil God Paradise, these Evil Gods must have their own strong points.
The Cyclops Troll King in front of him had a power fluctuation between 327449 to 163050 degrees, which belonged to the level between Level 4 and Level 5. He didn't know what method he used to adjust the upper limit of his power attack to exceed the lower limit by so much, as if he had stimulated some kind of potential.
In addition, there were a total of seven energy sources in the Cyclops Troll King's body, which seemed to represent seven lives.
"Hahahaha, good physique. The Thunder Bone Emperor can actually have no reaction to my 99 layers of blood fire wine. It seems that the strength of his body is far above mine, gulp gulp gulp …"
The Wild War Bear King gulped down another large bowl of Blood Flame Wine.
Its five-meter body was only slightly bigger than the three-meter bone spike monster that Grimm had transformed into. Its fur was fluffy and fluffy. Every time the Berserk Bear King drank the Blood Flame Wine, its body would gurgle and swell, as if something was trying to crawl out of its body, but it was blocked by its thick skin.
"Oh … Damn, that's strong …"
Little Myna snorted and turned into a child's handkerchief with a poof. He fell asleep while snoring, mumbling the name "Leafie" as he was thrown into the Dimensional Gap by Grimm.
Grimm smiled, shook the wine glass in his hand, and shook his head.
"If this cup of Blood Flame Wine in my hand has 99 layers, then Your Excellency Bear King's Blood Flame Wine should have more than 300 layers. Using this to temper his body all year round, the Bear King's body's defense should be able to ignore those low-level World Guardians."
This Bear King's strength was between 58000 – 135000 points, and its physique could ignore attacks below 70000 points. This was much stronger than Grimm's physique.
What was even more shocking was that the Berserk Bear King must have some kind of method to stimulate its potential. Through the Mask of Truth, Grimm noticed that the surface of the Bear King's body was in a fluffy state. It was obvious that the Bear King had been enduring a great amount of power that far exceeded its own base level. This was the complete opposite of Grimm's self-sealing technique, the colorful runes.
The Berserk Bear King paused for a moment, then laughed to cover up his embarrassment.
This fellow was not as rough as he appeared to be. He was a quick-witted person.
Lastly, there was the one that Grimm was most concerned about, the Sun God Amkeis.
A pure Light Elemental Spirit, formless and incorporeal, had a ball of Fire Elemental energy revolving around its body. A dazzling golden scepter stood erect, and the Light Elemental Spirit released a weak light that was like a magic lamp. One could almost see its tiny and insignificant Origin.
Grimm noticed that other than the Light Elemental Spirit, which was known as the Sun God, it had astonishing energy. It also had a special reaction from the Light of Hope Shroud that overlapped with the Robe of Representations.
It was obvious that the ruler of the Light of Hope had a special connection with the Sun God Amkeis in front of him!
The two looked at each other in silence, feeling a trace of hostility from each other.
…
Grimm used the excuse of reorganizing the Pigeon Wolf Army in his territory to not replace the Spirit Devourer Balrog to stimulate the Pool of Darkness to affect the laws of the world.
Without the influence of the Power of Darkness, the gate of the full moon that should have been opened in advance gradually returned to normal. It was quietly delayed to ten years later, causing the Pigeon Behemoth Legion, who had been preparing for a long time in the Evil God Paradise, to feel dejected.
Using this time, Grimm gradually began to grasp some information about the Evil God Paradise.
In the hall of the Black Rock Mountain, leaning lazily on the extremely luxurious throne, he continuously practiced the high application of the Dark Force in the Infernal Spirit Flame, trying to fit with the entire Skeleton Hall, analyzing the method this Skeleton Hall used to affect the laws of the world with the Power of Vengeful Spirits. At the same time, he picked up a glass of sweet wine and savored it.
Anton Seymour and the other Sorcerers were also reorganizing in the hall. With Grimm's Mask of Truth's perception and the absolute domain of elemental control, there was no need to worry about outsiders discovering the identity of the Sorcerers in the palace.
"Master, this … How many creatures must have been killed to build such a palace?"
Anton Seymour asked.
Now that he was an adult, he had been following his elders and did not travel. His knowledge of the power system was only obtained from the crystal ball, and he had no actual combat experience. His cunning and wisdom were completely blank. It seemed that even if he returned to the Sorcerers World, he could only walk the path of a Bright Sorcerer.
After all, he was a disciple who had poured his heart and soul into. Whether he could become an official Sorcerer or not was his own business, but no matter what, Grimm still hoped that he could go further on the Sorcerer's Path, and not be killed as soon as he entered the Dark Sorcerer Academy.
"These skeletons were at least Level-1 creatures when they were alive, about 50 to 60 million. The number is not considered a lot, mainly because some of their structures are very special."
Anton Seymour's mouth opened wide.
Little Myna, on the other hand, stood on top of the evil god information scroll that Grimm had collected. He stared blankly at the other Level-3 evil god that was invited by the Shadow Skeletal Dragon in this world other than the Spirit Eater Balrog.
This Level-3 creature was called a Rift Monster, a strange creature.
"Good at sealing spells and breaking seal restrictions. What is this guy's original body?"
After glancing at the information on the Rift Monster, Grimm shook his head and said in a low voice, "I wonder how long that Abyss Battle Knight has been lurking in this world. Shadow Sword? Interesting … "
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