With one leg on Grimm's shoulder and the other raised, Little Eight was chanting an obscure spell in a weird posture. The words of the spell were also very strange.
Grimm, who was underneath Little Eight, was holding the Staff of Truth Balance high up. The endless Mana Pool was wrapped around the beautiful feather that Little Eight had plucked out, providing an endless supply of energy for Little Eight's Curse Sorcery.
In the void, there was a strange phenomenon. A mysterious force was breaking through the dimensional barrier, descending into the Endless World in an incomprehensible way!
For higher life forms like Grimm and Prometheus, they had enough means to defend themselves against ordinary low-level Mystical Energy. It was very difficult to cause any damage to them. Therefore, the Mystical Energy that they summoned must be the instinctive projection of the legendary Level-9 life form's consciousness!
"This feeling, why does it feel so familiar?"
Even during the critical period when he was highly focused, Grimm could not help but ask through the soul connection when he felt the strange mysterious force summoned by Little Eight.
"Nonsense, with this old man's sorcerer attributes, of course it's the old bastard who's the most suitable to deal with him! Caw caw caw caw, Lord Ba has now become the old bastard's master. He can summon him whenever he wants, that's how exciting it is! Don't envy Lord Ba, Lord Ba is an existence that stands at the peak of the Sorcerer World, the legendary Steel Emblem Myna, caw caw caw caw caw caw … "
Old bastard!?
The illusory projection of the Level Nine Antonio's mysterious force!?
After getting the answer, Grimm sucked in a breath of cold air. He could not help but narrow his tri-colored eyes, expressing his extreme shock from the bottom of his heart. No wonder even the perpetual motion machine was under such pressure. Even he felt that it was extremely difficult to maintain. This Curse Sorcery was a little too powerful.
On the other side.
As if he already knew the attributes of Grimm's Equilibrium Equivalence ability, Prometheus did not show any signs of movement even though one of his avatars was sealed.
At this moment, sensing the traces of absurd, strange, and mysterious energy ripples in the nearby Void that seemed to be hidden in the darkness of the night, after a moment of shock and bewilderment, be it the clone that broke out of the coffin or the clone that was still controlling the paper flowers in the crystal coffin, both of them shuddered, as if they were completely shocked by the Eight Rainbow Nevehi's Curse Technique.
The aura of an old enemy!
When he was alive, Phumerosius suffered because of his mortal enemy, and when he died, Phumerosius also suffered because of his mortal enemy. Antonio was Phumerosius's mortal enemy!
"You! You, you actually summoned its mystical power … "
The clone of Phumerosius, the only one that broke out of the coffin, stared at Little Eight with eyes as deep as the starry sky. He could no longer maintain his usual calmness. His flawless, perfect skin was now covered in layers of goosebumps, as if there were small snakes slithering under his skin. His body seemed like it was about to explode at any time!
"Anton, Neo,!!"
Boom!
A layer of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out from Phumerosius's clone that broke out of the coffin.
"Squeak!" "Squeak!" "Squeak!"
Immediately afterward, the skin of this Phumerosius's clone broke apart like a sack, exposing the unknown non-metallic substance inside. It was a mixture of machinery and flesh, completely composed of a combination of springs, gears, and levers. Gradually, the layer of skin on the outside of the body was stretched open. It was a terrifying monster!
On the other side.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's torn, it's torn, it's terrible!"
This optimistic and funny 10,000-meter-tall clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor stretched out a palm in the Void, changing the space-time unit rules in the vast Void in front of him. After seeing the changes of Phumerosius's clone, he was full of excitement, and two stars flashed in his eyes under the elemental top hat, looking very envious.
The other three clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor also did the same strange action. The four of them combined perfectly locked the space-time between them, changing the space-time unit rules here, forming a small area similar to the Boundless World Sphere and the Eternal Sky City that sealed the space-time inside, trapping the two Phumerosius clones.
"Hmph, it's just a clone after all, and it's constantly overdrawing its energy in the fight with the main body. So what if it explodes? What a joke!"
"Be careful, we have to buy enough time for him. Looking at him like this, it seems that he's been agitated by Antonio. This old man has a serious mental illness."
Outside these clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor, the mighty army of tens of millions of metal robots and Void Motherships had gradually dispersed the army summoned by Phumerosius. They had also turned around and slowly surrounded the few clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor.
In an ordinary Stigmata Battlefield, these Void Legions were enough to change the situation of the battlefield, forcing the World Lords and Stigmata Sorcerers to flee. But here, whether it was the real body or the aura, in the face of a Celestial Dominator that could affect the process of civilization, it was just the icing on the cake.
Whoosh!
The metal cube light sword in Phumerosius's hand became brighter and brighter. Without any warning, it suddenly appeared in the sealed space-time in front of one of the clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor. The metal cube light sword seemed to penetrate layers of sticky space-time, fighting against the space-time unit rules changed by the Sorcerer Ancestor's clone.
In this confrontation of rules, although Phumerosius kept moving forward, he was getting slower and slower, and his confidence was getting weaker and weaker.
"Wahahaha, look, look, he can't take it anymore!"
The optimistic clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor laughed. At the same time, his right hand made a movement to seal the space-time, and at the same time, his thousand-meter-long left hand stretched out his index finger in the void.
Compared to the three-meter-tall clone of Phumerosius, the index finger of the clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor that was hundreds of meters tall was too huge. Gradually, the fingertip of this finger collided with the metal cube light sword in the hands of the clone of Phumerosius.
"Heh heh heh …"
With a mischievous laugh, the clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor flicked his index finger lightly, and with a "poof", the clone of Phumerosius, who was not strong enough, was bounced back into the sealed space-time, and all his previous efforts were in vain.
In terms of basic strength, Grimm's clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor was not worth mentioning in front of the clone of Phumerosius. However, in terms of rule control, the degree of attack had only become the Purgatory Furnace of the Purgatory Giant King Abaddon. In the end, it was just a cricket that was toyed with by the Destiny Lever.
Huff, huff, huff, huff …
After continuous overdraft and consumption, the clone of Phumerosius that broke out of the coffin did not have much energy left.
Although there was still a crystal coffin sealing the clone next to him, in the face of the Sorcerer Ancestor giant that sealed the space-time, in the face of the layers of void robot legion outside the clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor, and in the face of the terrifying figure of the Sorcerer King in the depths of the void, this crystal coffin sealing the clone obviously could not play too much of a role.
In the void, Antonio's familiar aura was getting stronger and stronger.
Phumerosius seemed to have returned to the days when the elemental machinery fought. Even though it was just a clone, his eyes gradually became moist as he panted.
"After you left, you became a hero in the hearts of all Sorcerers, and the heavy responsibility of saving the Sorcerer World fell on my shoulders alone. I have even forgotten that I am a Mechanic Sorcerer."
As he spoke, Prometheus' doppelganger stared at Grimm and Little Myna who were in the final stages of the Curse Sorcery. The brilliance of the perpetual motion machine shrouded both of them, the law of day and night converged, and the milky Magnetite Ray lingered around. The other party was also observing him attentively, waiting for his unknown ability to appear.
"Old senior, let me see your true strength!"
After a long period of silence, Phumerosius suddenly revealed a relaxed smile.
"Old senior, old senior, old senior? Hahahaha, it's not bad to have a junior who is willing to share my burden! "
After muttering to himself in a low voice, Prometheus suddenly roared, "Grimm, Sorcerer King of a generation, you have now obtained my recognition! You want to see my true form? Hahahahaha, then come and see the ultimate form of my Demon-Hunting Expedition. This is also the ultimate power that I have prepared for the revenge plan of the Abyss, the crystallization of the billions of ancient Sorcerers in this world! "
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh …
One after another, crystal coffins appeared in the space locked by the four Sorcerer Ancestors. In each crystal coffin was a perfect three-meter-tall clone of Phumerosius. Each Phumerosius clone possessed abilities similar to the Metal Rubik's Cube, the Blood Essence of the Ancient Alien King, and the Spinning Paper Flower Fragments. Including the two present, there were a total of fourteen clones. All of them silently opened their eyes that were as deep as the starry sky in the crystal coffin!
And if one of the Phumerosius clones was included, there were a total of fifteen clones.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! "
No matter how optimistic the clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor was, upon seeing the fifteen Phumerosius clones, he was like an ant on a hot pan. He anxiously said, "F * ck, it's going to be real, it's going to be real!"
However, in the depths of the void, Grimm's true form and Little Eight, after being shocked by the fourteen Phumerosius clones, turned their heads and looked stiffly and solemnly at the Sorcerer World under the water curtain.
"Gulp." Grimm seemed to be prepared for this. He only gulped and did not say anything.
However, Little Eight, who was on Grimm's shoulder, seemed to be completely stunned. She opened her mouth and forgot to continue chanting the Curse Syllable Resonance. She just stood on Grimm's shoulder in a daze, a pair of bird eyes staring at Grimm as they looked at the Sorcerer World under the water curtain.
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