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Chapter 1272

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A few days later.

The Infernal Myriad Head Bird transformed back into Grimm's right pinky and followed the two Skyscraping Bizarro Masters. Grimm was a guest in the Spinning Top Mystic Flower, the Voidsense Barrier, for a few days. What left Grimm dumbfounded was that the lifestyle of these Bizarro Masters was very similar to that of the Grass Elves of the Wizard Alliance. It was unbelievable.

The Spinning Top Mystic Flower, the Voidsense Barrier … Grimm was completely depressed by the naming of these mysterious powers.

All sorts of strange incantations and material names were probably one of the reasons why the strict Grimm gave up on researching mysterious powers.

"This is a secret passageway that connects to the Hidden Fragrant Pig World of Bhikkhu, which is also my home world. The Hidden Fragrant Pig's feces there is a rare delicacy in the Bizarro World. Once there, we just have to pass through a World Rift to reach Elder Fool's teapot of wisdom, the Skyscraping World. "

Listening to the words of the ball-like Skyscraper Arcanist next to him, who was obsessed with the feces of a type of creature, even with Grimm's vast experience and absolute objective attitude towards the diverse habits of the creatures in the Endless World, when he heard a Dominator suddenly praising him in such a manner, and even inviting him to a feast, Grimm's eyes twitched and his jaw dropped.

Over the past few days of interaction, Grimm had also learned the name of this Skyscraping Bizarro, who was comparable to an Eternal Dominator, Grain Bay.

"Uh, I …"

"Don't worry, Obliterator Sorcerer. Bizarro Masters are not self-centered civilizations. Hunting is the best way to communicate with the source of the world. It's one of the most basic natural laws of the Endless World. The meat of the Hidden Fragrant Pig there is also very good."

After the initial contact, Grimm had a whole new level of respect for this foreign civilization that was similar to the Sorcerer civilization.

The ten-thousand-meter-long trumpet-shaped flower petal, under the energy supply of the Mysterious Power Vine, seemed to have a ripple in the Time Tunnel Gate at the center of the flower. After Grain Bay signaled to Grimm, it laughed happily like a child and slid down the flower petal.

Such an image made Grimm, who thought he was knowledgeable and had been trapped in the Dimensional Esophagus for a long time, have a new understanding of the Endless World.

"Come quickly."

"He's here!"

Grimm agreed. With a thought, Little Eight was summoned by Grimm in a daze.

Little Eight stood on Grimm's shoulder and rubbed her eyes, looking as if she had not woken up yet. The next moment, she let out a cry, startled by the sudden sense of weightlessness.

"Holy sh * t, damn it, where are we going?"

"Let's go eat roasted Tibetan pork!"

Grimm's answer jolted Little Eight awake instantly. She woke up in an instant. Amidst the excited laughter of Little Eight, she slid down the petals to the space-time portal in the middle of the stamen.

The space-time distortion was like a noodle, but for Grimm at this time, it was difficult for it to cause any abnormality. Then, after a trance, his ears buzzed, and the endless grassland appeared in front of Grimm's eyes.

The refreshing cool breeze that blew against his face contained rich elemental energy. This feeling was too similar to the Magus World!

No matter what happened in the outside world, as long as there were places where Sorcerers gathered, they would inevitably subtly improve the surrounding environment, gradually integrating with nature, and maintaining the necessary ecological balance and stability.

As for places where there were no Sorcerers gathered, that was another matter altogether …

"Caw caw caw caw, what are you doing?"

Little Eight had an unimaginable intuition for danger, but at this time, she took the initiative to fly in front of the Skyscraper Arcane Master of Grain Bay, onto a scarecrow that was weaving.

"Maintaining the balance of cause and effect of the source of the world. Little fellow, what are you, a beautiful elf?"

After Grain Bay finished weaving the scarecrow, he blew a breath at the scarecrow. Grimm could clearly feel the unknown energy aura that was absorbed by Grain Bay after the Arbitrator and the Golden Insect Queen were given to him as gifts.

"Caw caw caw caw, I, Lord Ba, am the great Steel Emblem Myna of the Sorcerers World. The mysterious aura on your body has actually reached such a level. I don't think there are many ancient Sorcerers who can be compared to you."

While Grimm waited, Grain Bay only breathed a sigh of relief after weaving a series of scarecrows. He wiped his hands on his fat body and looked at his achievement with satisfaction.

"Let them absorb the aura of nature here. Nature will nurture them into new Arcane Masters."

A group of little squirrels lined up in a row, hugging pine cones in the distance. Their fat mouths kept chewing on the pine cones as they looked at Grimm in unison, as if they were a big family.

Perhaps it was due to the special rules of the Arcane Master World, or perhaps it was the rhythm of civilization, but these little fellows had a natural affinity for Sorcerers like Grimm, who could manipulate the force of nature. They looked like they wanted to get close to him.

"Caw caw caw caw caw, I, Lord Ba, am going to make a sumptuous meal out of you all today!"

Little Eight flew towards these squirrels and laughed evilly. However, these squirrels threw the large pine cones in their hands at Little Eight. Little Eight cried out "Aiya" and "Aiyo" before running away.

"Young Master, quick, catch them!"

Little Eight shouted. When she turned around, she was immediately stunned!

She saw that Grimm was surrounded by a large number of colorful butterflies. A few little bees were buzzing around him. A fat, milky white pig with red flowers on its body was slowly approaching Grimm with a group of little pigs. It was playing around with Grimm without a care in the world.

A vine slowly extended a leaf, and a large amount of juice dripped from the tip of the leaf, forming a ball of water in mid-air. It emitted a rich fragrance, as if it was taking the initiative to invite Grimm to taste it.

"Hmm … It's really delicious. If it wasn't for the war over there, I really wouldn't want to leave this place for the rest of my life."

Gu Liwan revealed an intoxicated expression. One of his hands was holding the feces that he had just picked up from the back of the piglets. He savored it carefully and said to Grimm, "They are a part of nature, and you are also a part of nature. There are many natural enemies of the Bhikkhu piglets here. You can enjoy them in any way you want. It doesn't matter, but don't kill them for no reason."

Grimm, who had just joked with Little Eight about eating roasted Bhikkhu piglets, just stood there without saying a word.

Perhaps it was because he had left the cruel environment of the Sorcerer World to pursue the essence of truth for too long, or perhaps it was because he had not seen such beauty in the Dimensional Esophagus for too long. At this moment, Grimm was experiencing this indescribable and indescribable beauty. He actually had an unprecedented state of mind.

At this moment, Grimm could not bear to break this beauty of being trusted!

At this moment, Grimm felt as if he had been purified by an unknown thing and obtained a kind of sublimation. Grimm did not know where this feeling came from.

This feeling was so similar to that of a Celestial Sorcerer. The rules of celestial sacrifice were loved, obeyed, and revered by those humble microbes. From then on, a Celestial Sorcerer was a kind of responsibility, continuing the development of the Sorcerer World with its unique rhythm.

"No, I prefer it to be alive, trusting me and dedicating a part of its power to me, rather than eating it and plundering its power in the most superficial way."

Grimm smiled and stretched out his palm. His skinny fingers with long sleeves gently stroked the smooth white skin of the Bhikkhu piglet, fondling it lovingly.

This scene simply made Little Eight dumbfounded.

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