With the Darkness Pool surrounding him, Grimm disguised himself as a Dark Creature and turned into a cloud of erratic black smoke.
"I'm the emissary of the Dark World. These Death Crows are the friends of the No Beginning Divine Ancestor. I've been ordered to invite these Death Crows to the Dark World. Hehehehe …"
A gloomy and deep laugh came from the Darkness Pool.
The No Beginning Divine Ancestor?!
Noticing that Grimm's body was emitting the Darkness Pool from the inside and not from the outside, the Guardian's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.
"The Dark World had signed a contract with several Spring Ancestors here. Since you're the emissary of the No Beginning Divine Ancestor, please take it away as soon as possible. This is the Spring Ancestor's World after all, and I'm the Guardian of the Dark Heavy Oil."
With that said, the Guardian actually dissipated and fused into the Dark Heavy Oil Well, disappearing.
"Grimm, I've found a few decent Dark Heavy Oil Wells."
The wandering dandelion flew over and glanced at the Dark Heavy Oil Well with lingering fear in his heart.
On the other side, the three-legged dead Golden Crow flew over with the last of his race as if nothing had happened. What used to be the ruling race of a medium-sized world had now withered to such a state. It was truly a sigh.
"Little ones, go and absorb the death aura. You have to become stronger and stronger. You have to be stronger than before. The Death Crow Race will not perish like this!"
The three-legged Death Crow King's eyes were filled with sadness and loneliness. Even though the World Guardian was about to start a battle, he would not retreat for the sake of his people.
He was once summoned to the battlefield of the radiation world's civilization to endure humiliation and live on without purpose. He had an optimistic attitude, but now he was filled with responsibility. He laughed less and had his own bottom line and persistence.
"Your Majesty, do we … do we really have a chance to revitalize the Death Crow Race?"
"Your Majesty, I miss the dark death paradise, sob sob sob …"
As if they could sense that they were about to leave this world and go to an unknown land, everything that was once glorious had become a thing of the past. Nearly a hundred Death Crows were sobbing.
Touching the scene, it actually made Little Myna and the wandering dandelions mourn silently.
Would the ancient wizards, who had endured humiliation and dragged out an ignoble existence, be like these crows of death when Antonio pulled the lever of fate? Would they be at a loss in the face of the unknown darkness and sob humbly?
After the ancient sorcerers arrived at the world cluster of the Wizard Alliance, they looked at the wild and undeveloped world cluster. Standing on the broken and endless ruins of the Sorcerer World, Seventeen Cycles Celestial Sorcerer Phumerosius, who barely had the last trace of the Eternal Soul left, stood up while sobbing, trying hard to make himself stronger, to carry out the Celestial Sacrifice of the Demon-Hunting Expedition.
In order to save the Sorcerer World, in order to wash away the humiliation, in order to regain the pride and glory of the past, the Ancient Sorcerers put down their estrangement. They united all the forces that could be united and established the Wizard Alliance.
And now, these Death Crows …
"Don't worry, in that vast land, you will be reborn, and the Death Crows will be more glorious and powerful than ever, just like the Sorcerer World."
Grimm smiled, as if he was standing on the historical height of the Sorcerer World, overlooking the world of all beings.
The official sorcerers hunted for the world's resources, the Stigmata Sorcerers hunted for the world's treasures, and the Celestial Sorcerers hunted for the endless treasures. The endless treasures would only be hidden in the endless history of the world.
And only with a high enough level of life, standing on the historical height, could one overlook history!
"Shaman Vanish, my people, the hope of the Death Raven Tribe rests on your shoulders. As long as I can revive the Death Crows, even if I have to sell my soul, go through fire and water, I will not hesitate. "
The Three-legged Death Crow looked at Grimm's eyes, crystal clear, and could not stop spinning.
There was no binding contract, no high-pitched roar, but it made Grimm feel a kind of power, that was the power of the rules when the Celestial Sacrifice was performed!
With dignity and grace, rather than coercive means, it formed the power of the rules that everyone obeyed. With just a will, the power of the rules could crush anything that dared to resist in front of it.
"I understand."
Feeling the trust and expectation, feeling the germination of the rules in his heart, Grimm clearly felt that this was a power that was stronger than the power of oneself and the power of nature. Otherwise, there would not be the famous words of "man can conquer nature" and "the Endless World"!
"Don't worry, the parasitic spore world under my Mi is very spacious, all the enemies inside have been eliminated by the Sorcerer World, it is enough for you Death Crows to reproduce to the peak. Let's go, as long as we pass through the Dark World, we will reach the Chaotic World, and you will reach your new home! "
One by one, the Death Crows flew over the corpse of the two-headed giant, absorbed the lingering death aura, and then followed Grimm, flying into the distance.
"Beast Grimm, I'm a little homesick …"
Little Eight seemed to be reminiscing because of the scene just now, and added in a low voice, "Ye Ye must be missing me too, I can feel it."
The wind whistled past him, and Grimm said in a low voice, "Me too. It's just that … the Endless World is too vast, and we are too insignificant. Even the space of the real world is enough for us to travel a lifetime. Under the vast laws of the Endless World, even someone as strong as Antonio is only a chess piece, and we are insignificant grains of sand. Only endless knowledge and laws can replace us as insignificant individuals to traverse the Endless World. "
"Will the Sorcerer World still summon this guy?"
Little Eight naturally knew what Grimm was planning to do with the three-legged Death Crows.
"I don't know, but even if they can't, it's good to have more people back. The Celestial Sacrifice is not far away, and we need some helpers. Also, I can feel that fate is paying more and more attention to the Will of the Abyss. Maybe 'it' also wants us to go back as soon as possible … "
Grimm said irresponsibly and led Free Dandelion., Little Eight, and the Death Crows across the vast continent.
The creatures living near the large and small Heavy Dark Oil Wells looked up. "Whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", and the Death Crows flashed across the vast continent.
There was a major eruption every seven years, and the migration of the Goblins had already been completed. At this moment, the Heavy Dark Oil Well was bubbling, as if it was about to boil.
It had begun!
Those were the eyes of the Darkness Pool that were filled with fear and despair. They did not want to leave the Dark Worlds. Although the Dark Worlds were dangerous in the Divine Ancestor Battle, leaving the Dark Worlds and being exposed to the laws of the light source was almost a dead end!
"Jiejiejiejie, go in."
Suddenly, a cold and cruel laughter came, and a terrifying existence actually rushed into the space-time fissure against the Darkness Pool's eruption!
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