As time went by, there were only five years left before Grimm had to complete his mission in the ruined world.
"Stigmata Sorcerer of the Tower of Annihilation, this is the combat intelligence sent by the headquarters of the base."
In the Battle Command where Grimm managed the fortress, a Level-3 sorcerer respectfully handed a crystal ball to Grimm, his voice slightly hurried.
Grimm, who was conducting research on the Key of Life, raised his eyes. The Mask of Truth once again had a layer of perceptual changes, deeper and more mysterious, as if he could see through the surface of all things and point directly to the truth.
After a burst of magic fluctuations, a white-bearded Bright Sorcerer appeared on the light screen of the crystal ball. After bowing slightly to Grimm, he said in a low voice, "Honorable Stigmata Sorcerer of the Tower of Annihilation, according to reliable intelligence, there is a huge Metal Destroyer legion on the way to attack the base. At the moment, it is not certain if there is a second Metal Destroyer and metal tinder among them. Please do your best to protect the 258th district, and at the same time, try to preserve the civilization seed resources of the fortress army."
The civilization seed resources naturally referred to the young sorcerers born in the background of the civilization war.
At the same time, the scene of the metal robot legion that covered the sky appeared on the light screen of the crystal ball. This was not the usual small scale battle of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. From the scene on the crystal ball, this terrifying robot legion that covered the sky was impossible to count, at least billions.
The densely packed robots moved in unison, maintaining an absolutely parallel distance from each other. No emotions were revealed, only a suffocating pressure as they quickly crossed the sky.
In the sky above the ordinary robots between Level 1 and Level 3, there was an endless stream of silver-white liquid metal terminators. The black terminators had completely hidden among the robots, and the occasional pink terminator actually caused the surrounding magnetic field on the screen of the crystal ball to distort and disappear in a flash.
The Skynet Metal Destroyer Civilization was most famous for its many Void Fleets. Their hulls, which were over two thousand meters long, were covered in a translucent A.T. Field Shield that occasionally refracted faint green or blue spots of light, highlighting their existence.
The anti-gravity metal fortresses with a diameter of a hundred meters were filled with pure energy blocks, which were the favorite spoils of war of low-level sorcerers after the war.
Fighter jets that were tens of meters to hundreds of meters were extremely agile and fast, flashing like a swarm of bees.
"Hiss …"
Grimm sucked in a breath of cold air.
This time, he was bound to experience a real Civilization War head-on. In a war of such scale, even a Stigmata Sorcerer like himself was just one of them. It was almost impossible to change the situation of the battlefield with his own strength.
Little Eight, Ye Ye, and the shrunken enigmatic bent bird flew in from outside the lab and saw the scene in the crystal ball.
"Damn, war is coming!?"
Ye Ye watched Grimm nervously from the side. Under Grimm's will, the Enigmatic Bent Bird turned into a little finger and attached to his right hand, fusing into his flesh.
After a short moment of silence, Grimm took a deep breath and adjusted his state of mind. He closed his eyes and opened them. When he raised his head again, his face had changed. The haze of worry had disappeared, and there was actually a trace of hot-blooded anticipation!
"Since I can't escape, I'll enjoy it! The Sorcerer's Path … Haven't we been working hard for so many years to explore the essence of the Endless World's truth and to restore the glory and dignity of Sorcerers? "
Hmph hmph hmph …
He laughed coldly in a low voice.
"The moment to realize the value of so many years of hard work has finally come. My name is the Sorcerer World's Obliteration Tower."
…
Twelve days later.
Woo …
The melodious sound of the horn contained a mysterious power that ignited blood and Qi. It came from the deepest part of the Holy Tower base, passed through one Void Fortress after another, and gradually transmitted to the frontline of the war, to the souls of every Sorcerer and every slave monster.
Some of the slave monsters were affected by the sound of the horn and could not help but start to growl in a low voice. Their eyes gradually turned red, and under the suppression of the Sorcerer's Will, they were on the verge of losing all reason and going berserk.
There were a total of four battlefronts in the base. Area 258, which Grimm was in charge of, belonged to the middle part of the Holy Tower base. Compared to the tense war atmosphere at the frontline, one could only vaguely guess the scene of the frontline battlefield between the two civilizations through the billions of densely packed naval legions of slaves.
In the sky, hundreds of Void Fortresses hung in the air, turning into blood-colored full moons. The Sorcerer's Will was connected into one, and the ominous blood-colored light sprinkled on the ground, narrating the history of the Sorcerer World. It was the essence of the accumulated history of the Sorcerer Civilization. As a higher level of faith, it existed in the hearts of every Sorcerer.
Around the Void Fortress, there were many Voidships, with mechanical arms holding energy blades and main cannons ready to fire.
Many Bright Demon-Hunter Sorcerers formed a battle formation, with tens of thousands of people in a group. They trusted each other and went through life and death together. Often, they could connect their magic power and cast a high-level combination of sorcery, or combine their strengths and weaknesses, displaying the power of one plus one was greater than two.
Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers were scattered everywhere. Low-level Sorcerers tried to stay close to high-level Sorcerers, in case of unavoidable danger. There were also elite Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers riding on mechanical bees, ready to support at any time.
It was a complete combat system. Grimm stood on top of the Void Fortress, surrounded by several Level-3 Great Sorcerers. Lu Lianman stood quietly beside him, her delicate face under her short hair was slightly stiff, and her expression was extremely unnatural.
"Nervous?"
Grimm looked into the distance with the Mask of Truth and asked in a low voice.
"How can I not be nervous?"
Lu Lianman did not hide anything, and there was no need to hide anything.
"That's right. Even I feel my own insignificance. Even though I'm already giving it my all, I can't do anything about it. You see, the forces around us now are enough to conquer a world. In the process of demon-hunting expeditions, we'll gallop through the indigenous world's continents, plunder everything from them, force them to join the Wizard Alliance system, and use sorcerer coins to continue plundering without end … "
As he spoke, Grimm waved his hand, pointing at the Void Fortress, nearly a million sorcerer legions, and even more slave naval regiments that he had swept away, and then sneered.
"However, here, standing at the height of civilization, on the battlefield that belongs to the ruler, it's just a stronghold that can be wiped away at any time. It's just like the fortress city-states that I inadvertently wiped away in the process of conquering those worlds. It's not worth mentioning."
Lu Lianman looked at Grimm, her gem-like eyes filled with shock. She could not imagine everything that Grimm saw from his height.
Little Eight and Ye Ye were flying around the fortress, and there was no one present. Grimm suddenly patted Lu Lianman's shoulder, and there was an indescribable charm in his voice.
"Do you know, we're actually fighting with our own luck? The difference is that I have 30% luck and 70% strength, while you have 90% luck and 10% strength. There are too many existences here that you can't resist at all, and they can kill you at will. So … advance to Stigmata Sorcerer. I have a hunch that our luck can't be so good forever. As long as the civilization war continues, we may be abandoned by fate at any time. "
After saying that, Grimm looked through the Mask of Truth, through the legion in front, and once again looked at the endless and endless robot legion that was pressing down on the border.
As a sorcerer's medium that Grimm had been working hard on, attempting to penetrate the gap between the surface and the truth, the Mask of Truth could allow Grimm to better understand his overall situation on this vast battlefield, allowing him to exert his strength to the limit and reduce his reliance on luck.
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