Tsk tsk tsk tsk …
Little Myna stood on Grimm's shoulder and kept smacking his lips, as if he had eaten a big candied date. That intoxicated and comfortable look was simply unbearable. He was so excited that the fur on his tail stood up and his little butt was raised high.
"Damn it, I, Lord Ba, have been waiting for this day for god knows how many eras. No wonder that stinky bat was so arrogant back then. F * ck his grandma's leg, it feels so good! Sob sob sob … I, Lord Ba, am so happy that I'm about to cry. It feels so good! After so many eras, the Grimm Beast Cultivation Plan has finally succeeded. This is my dream! My dear Young Master Grimm, Ultimate Grimm Beast, do you know what it feels like to fulfill one's dream? "
Little Eight chattered endlessly.
"That's the capture of Ye Ye, who I've been pursuing for a hundred years. That's an iceberg after crossing the desert world. That's a rat's poop in the stinky bat's soup. That's a big turtle in a black-haired fish tank. That's the comfort of seven days of constipation. That's … the true happiness of accomplishing all of these a hundred times. Sob sob sob, wahahaha, I, Lord Ba, am so happy!"
After muttering excitedly while crying and laughing, Little Eight stretched out his wings and pointed to the Eternal Sky City under the water curtain. He roared arrogantly, "Damn it, seventeen-wheeled Prometheus, come out and pay your respects to Lord Ba! I, Lord Ba, will be arrogant to the end today. What the stinky bat and the old bastard couldn't do, Lord Ba, Grimm Beast and I will play all over, wahahaha! "
Little Eight's wretched and arrogant smile really made people want to slap his face with the soles of their shoes. All the hair on his body stood up because he was too excited.
Whoosh …
The chaotic energy flow actually caused a void storm near the Sorcerer World.
Hundreds of millions of Void Worms floated in the storm. Occasionally, there would be some distant unknown Space-Time Rifts flashing by, mixed with the will of some distant unknown Space-Time Creatures that were eager to communicate with each other. But to a high-level creature like Grimm, these tiny and lowly wills were nothing to him. They were only Level-4 or Level-5 creatures.
After a short period of chaos in the Firmament Water Curtain, a whirlpool gradually formed. A familiar figure appeared from the whirlpool in the Firmament Water Curtain and rose into the void.
The transparent crystal coffin was squarish.
Sealed inside the crystal coffin was the body of an abnormally tall Magus. He was more than three meters tall, bald, and had no hair on his body. His body was abnormally well-proportioned, containing explosive power.
This person was the existence that contended with the Ten Rings Elemental Celestial Sorcerer Antonio in ancient times, the ancient Seventeen Wheels Mechanical Celestial Sorcerer Phmerosius!
Smooth and clean skin, fair but masculine. In the crystal coffin, Phmerosius's sunken eye sockets were clear and deep as he looked at Grimm.
"Kid, whether you are a conspirator or a power holder, you better get out of my way while I can still control my anger. If you dare to touch the Demon-Hunting Expedition plan, I will make everything you have become history. The rules of the Sorcerer King cannot be changed, so I will directly elect the second Sorcerer King!"
As early as in the Round Table Conference, Grimm had witnessed the majesty of this famous hidden Sorcerer in the Sorcerer World.
The first impression that Phmerosius gave to Grimm was that of a humanoid metal destroyer!
In the vision of the Mask of Truth, due to the special nature of the runes in the crystal coffin, even Grimm could not specifically see through it. In Grimm's eyes, the origin runes of the crystal coffin were not the square runes that should be found in the Endless World's dimensional dimensions. Instead, they were long and curved lines with a silvery-white metallic luster. They seemed elastic and bounced like the strings of a zither.
"Aiya!?"
Before Grimm could speak, Little Eight on his shoulder was the first to jump up and shout, "Damn you, you're still so arrogant when you're injured like this? Beast Grimm, beat him up! "
"How do you know he's injured?"
Grimm asked secretly through soul communication.
"I guessed."
After getting the answer, Grimm secretly glared at Little Eight, but on the surface, he maintained a calm, mysterious, and proud attitude. The Wings of Day and Night slowly flapped behind him, and he said to the Seventeen Wheels Celestial Sorcerer, Phmerosius, in a low voice, "Kekekeke, old senior, as the Sorcerer King of a generation, I respect your contribution to the Sorcerer World, and I very much agree with your Demon-Hunting Expedition Plan. But there is one thing you have to understand, and that is that proposing a Demon-Hunting Expedition Plan and implementing it are two completely different concepts. I hope you can get over it."
On the surface, Grimm and Phmerosius were still communicating peacefully, but in fact, there was already a silent confrontation between the two. The chaotic energy tide of the chaotic Nether Storm was the result of the contest between the two. Even the perpetual motion machine of Grimm's Staff of Truth Balance had sped up a little, providing Grimm with a steady stream of energy, so that Grimm's magical power was always at its peak.
After a pause, Grimm continued, "Old senior, the Demon-Hunting Expedition is related to the survival of the Sorcerer World. As the first Sorcerer King of the Sorcerer World, I will command the overall situation of the Sorcerer World, gather all the resources of the Sorcerer World, and dispatch all the Celestial Sovereigns of the Wizard Alliance, so that we can better complete the Demon-Hunting Expedition Plan. I will have a stronger command power than you can command remotely from the Eternal Sky City! Hand over the power in your hands, and as a member of the Demon-Hunting Expedition Plan, execute my will, and we will complete this grand plan together. What do you say? "
In the last calm before the storm, Grimm asked methodically, waiting for Phmerosius's answer.
The outside was as bad as hell for low-level creatures, but at this moment, the narrow space between the two was dead silent.
At this moment, it was not just the two of them who were confronting each other. The Celestial Stigmata of the entire Sorcerer World were secretly observing the situation here, holding their breath in concentration.
On one side was the current ruler of the Sorcerer World, the Sorcerer King of the first generation, and on the other side was the Ancient Ultimate Celestial Sorcerer who would determine the modern course of the Sorcerer World. The intersection between the two was likely to determine the direction of the development of the Sorcerer World, and even the Wizard Alliance, for the next few eras!
In the crystal coffin, Phmerosius was silent, his eyes as deep as the starry sky fell into deep thought, as if he was thinking of a choice.
Grimm did not disturb Phmerosius, and just waited quietly, ignoring Little Eight's incessant instigation in his ears. The black flame on his right little finger was constantly jumping, and the blood-red shadow under his feet was slowly wriggling, ready to respond to any changes.
After a full three hourglasses of time.
Suddenly, Phmerosius seemed to have made his own choice. He stared at Grimm and said in a deep voice, "What if I say no?"
"Heh heh heh heh, I respectfully address you as an old senior, you can try."
Grimm smiled, his expression hidden under the Mask of Truth. He responded calmly, as if victory was already in his grasp.
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