* Pitter patter patter … *
Gradually, rain began to fall from the red cloud that spread out from the base of destruction.
"Poof!" A beetle that suddenly exploded for no reason caught the White Bull Shaman's attention. He temporarily gave up on activating the Eye of the Guardian and looked around.
The sky was the color of blood. As far as the eye could see, everything was the color of blood. What kind of majestic law was this? What kind of majestic divine power could have such an influence? In front of this kind of power, the power of an individual was simply too insignificant.
"Something's wrong!"
The White Bull Shaman wiped the rain off his body and his eyes. He looked at the liquid that had soaked his palms red and smelled the fishy smell. His expression gradually froze.
"This is not rain … it's blood, it's blood!"
At the same time, in the midst of the White Bull Shaman's terror, his fur that was soaked in the rain of blood started to itch. The White Bull Shaman was terrified, he tried his best to escape from this bloody hell, but the itch seemed to have penetrated through his skin and muscles, seeping into his blood and bone marrow. It was pervasive.
"No … no! What is this, ah … "
The White Bull Shaman's fur started to fall off at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the surrounding trees were also rapidly withering under the blood rain. It was as if they had used up their thousands of years of life in a short period of time. "Kacha, kacha!" The sound of tree trunks snapping was the last eulogy.
These broken tree trunks that had lost their life fell into the blood rain, as if they were soaked in strong acid, melting away.
"No! Wuwuwu, cough, cough, cough, no … "
In the sky, death crows danced. Not only did the blood rain not harm these death crows, but it made them even more excited. They let out ear-piercing screeches and danced in the blood rain, singing the song of death.
On the ground, millions of beings like the White Bull Shaman were weeping in their final moments of despair.
Their skin had completely fallen off after being soaked in the blood rain. In the indescribable itch, their old bodies fell into the rain, twitching instinctively. In the end, even their corpses melted into the rain, becoming a part of it.
…
Base of destruction.
There were several large summoning altars and dozens of small dimensional gates. Cappuccino, who was entrusted with the heavy responsibility by Grimm, was leading many sorcerers to maintain these basic summoning facilities.
Not to mention a Level-5 Stigmata Sorcerer like her, even the Celestial Sorcerers might not have experienced this kind of work many times.
"Reporting to the Stigmata Sorcerer of the Peerless Tower, the B11 dimensional portal in the East has an energy imbalance. We lack a high-level Earth Attribute Crystal Stone as the core.
Braving the rain of blood that filled the sky, the three sorcerers formed a team and shuttled back and forth between the summoning altar and the dimensional door. There were the mighty and chaotic slave monster armies, metal robot armies, mechanical puppet armies, and slave monster armies. Occasionally, there were even some voidships that left huge shadows on the muddy ground that was soaked by the rain of blood. The three sorcerers arrived at the central command room. After passing through layers of security, they met Cappuccino.
In the hall, there were dozens of people like them. Some of them were directly handed over to the Dawn Sages Sorcerers. Only a small number of them were qualified to meet Cappuccino.
She was no longer the mischievous and cute girl that she was in front of Grimm. Cappuccino was doing her best to maintain the task given by her mentor.
"As for the B11 dimensional gate, try to maintain it as much as possible. Let the Sky City try to increase the energy supply and send some relatively low-level slave monsters. The Base of destruction needs to maintain the stability of several main summoning altars. Those are the Stigmata Sorcerers' landing channels. Nothing must go wrong. As for the low-level dimensional gates, wait for the Stigmata Sorcerers to arrive with sufficient resources. Then, we can repair them. "
After the three sorcerers received the order and left, the report about a large number of slave monsters not being able to adapt to the gravitational law in the Ley Line World soon came. They were waiting for Cappuccino's new instructions.
…
In the summoning altar of the Base of Destruction, Ye Zhiyu Stigmata Sorceress, Lou Liman, and her soul partner, Ye Ye, descended to the Elysium Continent.
As a large world, this place had enough capacity to withstand the arrival of a Ruler and a World Lord!
However …
Due to the special gravitational law of the Ley Line World, it would be difficult for the descended creatures to leave this world.
"Sister Yan, this is the Ley Line World where Grimm is going to perform the Celestial Sacrifice. Wow, the gravitational force is really strong. Look over there, hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. They can't even fly."
Due to the strong gravitational force of the Ley Line World, it was very difficult for creatures below Level 3 to maintain the ability to fly unless their wings and body structure had evolved. This was also a huge constraint on Sorcerers, metal robots, and even some flying machines. Many flying machines were damaged after falling.
As such, many slave monsters who had just arrived on the Elysium Continent cried out in fear after losing their ability to fly. Some slave monsters who were once as agile as the wind were restricted by the strong gravitational force and became very slow. Even though some flying machines could still fly, their energy consumption was several times faster.
The Sorcerers who had lost their ability to fly were in the process of constantly adapting and testing their abilities in this world surrounded by a huge gravitational field …
What Ye Ye was laughing at was the ugly behavior of the Destruction Legion who had just arrived on the Elysium Continent.
Ye Zhiyu Stigmata Sorceress, Lou Lianman, still maintained her short golden hair, her petite body floating in the air. After adapting to the laws of the Elysium Continent, Lou Lianman supported a protective shield and left the summoning altar.
Facing a Stigmata Sorceress, even though these monsters who had lost their ability to fly were screaming in fear and panic, they still tried their best to maintain their respectful behavior towards Ye Zhiyu Stigmata Sorceress. Lou Lianman and the first Stigmata Sorcerers who had arrived first, after adapting to the laws of the world, flew to the central command to receive her mission.
Pitter patter patter …
An endless rain of blood sprinkled on the ground and flowed down Ye Zhiyu's protective shield. Lou Lianman looked up at the endless blood clouds and sighed, "Grimm's power is getting stronger and stronger. I can no longer understand this level of power. Do you feel it? His arrival has even changed the laws of this world."
Lou Lianman knew about the Blood Rain doppelganger.
"Of course I feel it. Sister Lou, don't compare yourself to him. After all, that guy is one of the few geniuses in the Sorcerers World since ancient times. Now he is carrying out the Sorcerer Ancestor Plan. How can he not have some tricks up his sleeve? Hmph, after conquering the Terra Vein World and completing the Celestial Sacrifice, not to mention the Black Sorcerer King, there will be a fight between the First Ring Celestial Sorcerer and the First Ring Celestial Sorcerer, and the Sorcerers in the Underground Abyss. Let's see what he can do. "
One by one, the Stigmata Sorcerers arrived on the Elysium Continent from the exclusive summoning altar. As high-level creatures, the laws of the world were relatively less restrictive to the Stigmata Sorcerers.
Some were excited, some were rational, some were brutal, and some were obscure. All kinds of Sorcerers finally arrived on this side of the world, following the will of the Tower of Annihilation Stigmata Sorcerer and carrying out the Celestial Sacrifice.
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