Seeing the power of Grimm's Cosmic Annihilation Sorcery, Phumerosius's expression turned ugly.
At this moment, both sides were doing their best to maintain their respective armies, and at the same time, they were also using powerful sorcery to destroy the other's army. However, as the strongest war sorcerers in the Sorcerer World, the large-scale destruction sorcery that they mastered was not something that mechanical sorcerers could compare to. Even Phumerosius was no exception.
At this time, Little Eight jumped out again and gave Phumerosius a psychological blow.
"Wakakakaka! Old Mi, are you on the verge of death? Hurry up and call your main body out, this clone of yours is far from enough. My Grimm beast is just warming up! "
The more frustrated he was, the more unbearable Little Eight's cheap laughter became. Phumerosius had always been known for his focus, seriousness, perseverance, and elegance. But now, when Phumerosius looked at Little Eight, it was as if he was looking at the stinky bat on the shoulder of that crazy guy from a long time ago. They were just as disgusting, as if they were carved from the same mold.
He was already very frustrated, and now, after Little Eight's cheap laughter, Phumerosius could not help but feel even more annoyed.
If they were enemies of life and death, Phumerosius would not be afraid of any existence in the vast Endless World. But Grimm was not an enemy, and this kind of meaningless consumption was what Phumerosius feared the most. Otherwise, he would not have appeared even during the Third Civilization War, even when the Sorcerer Continent was invaded.
Impatience in small matters would spoil great plans. Everything was for the sake of the enemy of the Abyss, to wash away the shame of the past with blood!
His aura fluctuating, Phumerosius waved his hand, and several metal Rubik's Cube fragments suddenly gathered in his hand. Like spirits with intelligence, the fragments kept rubbing against each other. Along with the fluctuation of the space-time energy, the crystal coffin behind him and the crystal coffin in the distance closed with a 'bang' in front of Phumerosius. Phumerosius then threw the metal fragments into the crystal coffin.
Clatter, clatter, clatter …
After the two rubbed against each other a few times, the metal Rubik's Cube gradually merged into the crystal coffin, as if the two were originally one.
"Huh?"
"Quack?"
Grimm and Little Eight were stunned by this change.
Then, as the crystal coffin changed even more violently, Grimm and Little Eight on his shoulder opened their mouths almost at the same time, an extremely exaggerated expression of shock on their faces. Grimm was speechless for a long time, and Little Eight couldn't help but say, "Damn, it can't be!?"
Three meters, five meters, ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters, ten thousand meters, one hundred thousand meters …
Like an inflating balloon, the crystal coffin gradually turned into a metal fortress as it continued to expand. However, this seemed to be far from its limit as it continued to expand. This … this was actually a city in the sky!
Completely different from the ancient Sky City, this was a modernized Sky City of the Magus World!
It turned out that the Magus World had never stopped building the Sky City, it was just that it had changed from a grand scale to a silent reserve!
Due to the great changes after the Second Civilization War, on one hand, the Destiny Lever Law had been completely integrated into the Magus Will, causing modern Magi to no longer be like the ancient Magi, who could use the Sky City as a combat platform for cross-border expeditions. On the other hand, the Magus World had declined greatly, and there was no longer a need for so many Sky Cities as combat platforms.
More importantly, compared to the ancient Sky City, the modern Sky City had undergone earth-shattering changes.
From the cumbersome Sky City of the Coffin of Hope to the current creation with Prometheus as the foundation, it had become almost magical.
The secret of the Eternal Sky City was really an eye-opener for Grimm.
This guy who competed with Antonio in ancient times was indeed unique in terms of wisdom and talent, not something that ordinary people could match.
Seeing that Prometheus' Sky City form was about to be completed, Grimm could not help but take a deep breath. He raised the Staff of Truth Balance high up, and the perpetual motion machine spun rapidly. Grimm also had to launch spells of the same level to resist.
Back when Empress fought against him, a large-scale metal robot army, a strange crystal terminator army, void motherships, and sci-fi weapons appeared one after another. He even summoned super-powerful war machines such as space-based battleships and metal destroyers out of thin air, and released space-based battleships out of thin air!
Grimm's ability to create something out of thin air was limited by the computing power of the Skynet server on the Mask of Truth. Although he could never be as free as Empress, he could barely complete the structure of a temporary space-based battleship if he used all his strength. It was just that he could only maintain it for a short period of time.
Grimm was not familiar with the performance of the modern version of the Sky Castles, but as far as the ancient Sky Castles were concerned, they were indeed much stronger than the space-based Planet Destroyer in terms of carrying capacity, but their destructive power was far less than the space-based Planet Destroyer. It was hard to tell which one was stronger.
"Hum …"
As Grimm waved the Staff of Truth Balance high up, his tri-colored eyes were filled with dense blood vessels. The complicated calculation data was too much even for Grimm.
"Arcanum of Truth, create something out of thin air, summon the space-based battleship!"
Like a drawing printed on a piece of paper by a computer, a horrifying behemoth that spanned across the void was being drawn bit by bit, including its internal structure. It was also growing bit by bit until it reached the stern of the battleship.
This scene was breathtaking, it was truly strange.
Half an hourglass later.
Grimm and Prometheus stood on their respective super combat platforms, commanding the vast and mighty army to launch a charge against each other. It seemed that it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time. In a battle between such high-level creatures, if the difference in strength was not too great, it was normal for the battle to last for months or even years, until one side was exhausted and had to use the Omnipotent Soul as a supplement.
The Celestial Sorcerers and Stigmata Sorcerers of the Sorcerers World witnessed this scene, on one hand, they were shocked and shocked, on the other hand, they were pleasantly surprised. With such combat power, he could single-handedly set off half of the Civilization War, it was no exaggeration!
Initially, they thought that the Sorcerer King was only an existence with strong individual combat power, but now it seemed that the Sorcerer King was simply an omniscient and omnipotent sorcerer, as if there was no limit.
At this moment, for Grimm and Prometheus who were already locked in battle, although they had acknowledged each other's combat power, it was far from enough to achieve their goals and make the other surrender.
Boom!
On one side, there was the sweep of the Sky Destroyer Cannons that penetrated the void battlefield, while on the other side, there was the impact of the modern Void Destroyer Cannons of the Sky Castles. For the legions on the battlefield, this was really a doomsday disaster.
In such a battlefield, even the World Lords, Stigmata Sorcerers, and Terminator Robots could not help but feel incomparably small.
Back then, Grimm and many Stigmata Sorcerers were able to survive the Civilization War, in addition to their own strength, most of it was due to luck …
Otherwise, on such a battlefield, if they were accidentally slapped to death by the Dominators, what was the difference between a Level-4 or Level-5 World Lord and a lowly creature? They would all be blasted into pieces, completely erased from the battlefield and history.
However!
Obviously, as time went on, Grimm's advantage was getting bigger and bigger.
On one hand, as a new generation Celestial Sorcerer, Grimm had more room for error, and he had the support of a perpetual motion machine with a steady stream of magic power, so he had no worries.
On the other hand, Prometheus was just a created clone, and under the continuous energy consumption, his aura had fallen a little, and his energy was no longer abundant, and the mechanical marionettes and biochemical monsters that he summoned were not endless, there would never be an end.
As such, Grimm panted and sneered loudly, "Heh heh heh heh, old senior, with just this clone of yours, it's still far from enough to fight me. Let me see the true power of your real body. After the Second Civilization War, no one in the Sorcerers World has seen your real body, I'm very curious! As the Sorcerer King of the generation, since you are in charge of the Demon-Hunting Expedition, it is fundamental to clearly understand the ability of your subordinates, heh heh. "
While speaking, Grimm glanced at the distant void, intentionally or unintentionally, his tri-colored eyes seemed to penetrate through time and space, and fell on One Wheel Celestial Sorcerer.
It had to be said that at this moment, Grimm also had a trace of palpitation!
If One Wheel were to join forces with Prometheus …
However, what made Grimm feel slightly relieved was that One Wheel seemed to have made up his mind when he left. At this moment, under Grimm's silent gaze, he consciously left to avoid suspicion and returned to One Wheel's world, also blocking Grimm's perception.
"That's right, that's right, Old Mi, your real body has been cooped up in there for so many eras, it's time to come out and get some fresh air. Heh heh heh heh, you're a level-eight Eternal Soul, although it's only the last trace of an Omnipotent Soul, if you're careful, you can still come out and have some fun. I'm still waiting for you to teach me a lesson and kick my little butt, heh heh heh heh heh heh! "
Little Eight wagged her tail at Prometheus, and kept flapping one of her wings. That look was really despicable.
This guy had been cooped up for many eras for this day. In the past, he could only watch as the old bat pretended to be pretentious, and he could not do anything about it. Now, he had finally made it to this day. This was great, this was what real life was like.
Huff, huff …
If Grimm was gasping for breath and in the process of slowly recovering, then at this moment, Phumerosius was like he was running a marathon. His breathing became more and more erratic, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
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