"Quick, Grimm Beast, think of a way to get more information on Old Mi's life. The old bastard is his old enemy, and there's nothing we can do about his main body. But since it's still early for his main body to activate, let's use the old bastard to curse a few of his clones for fun, hahaha … "
At this moment, Little Eight was extremely pleased with herself.
Grimm did not listen to Little Eight's instigation and tried to persuade him. "Old senior, this interdimensional Antonio's Mystical Power was summoned by my soul partner, the Eight Rainbow Nevishy. I believe you know his abilities better than I do. Since you have acknowledged my status as the Magus King and are willing to let a junior like me share the burden of the Demon-Hunting Expedition, let's end the unnecessary losses here. Wouldn't it be better to leave it to the Abyssal Demons? "
Grimm tried to persuade Phumerosius.
Although he said that, deep down, Grimm was shocked by Phumerosius's accumulation.
Not to mention, if these fifteen crystal coffin clones broke out at the same time, even Grimm would have a hard time fighting them head-on.
As for the current Antonio's Mystical Power projection, Grimm thought that causing three more losses to these clones that had yet to break out of the coffin was already the limit.
Inside the crystal coffin, the Phumerosius clone holding the paper flower replaced the previous Phumerosius who had broken out of the coffin.
"Good! You've actually summoned the projection of the strongest Celestial Sorcerer in history, Antonio. Although it's just an insignificant and instinctive mystical force, if my avatars want to win, they'll have to pay a price that neither you nor I can bear. Consider it my loss for the avatars, and my avatars will no longer participate in the next battle. You have a good soul partner. "
When it came to soul partner, Phumerosius's lips curled into a strange smile inside the crystal coffin.
"My main body is simply too huge. Even with only half of my strength, it will still take quite some time to activate my main functions. You can take this opportunity to prepare as much as you want. When the time comes, we will stop here and let you see my soul partner!"
As he spoke, the crystal coffins of Prometheus' clones disappeared one by one. Only Prometheus, who was controlling the paper flowers, glanced at Antonio's mysterious power that had descended into the Endless World Dimension from beyond the dimension and said in a low voice, "With your intelligence, I believe that even in that dimension, you should be able to achieve something. You will not be completely annihilated like what the Black Mage King said."
Saying so, this Phumerosius avatar also disappeared.
"Hahaha, that old bastard is still the best! Even after so many eras, Old Mi still doesn't want to face him!"
Little Eight was still standing on one leg on Grimm's shoulder, maintaining the summoning of Antonio's mystical power. It seemed that she still wanted to use Antonio's mystical power to fight against Prometheus.
Hua hua la la la!
The pages of the Book of Truth flipped, and a silent gray crack spread out.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. A gigantic, stinky, transparent sweat monster slowly poked out the tip of an iceberg of unparalleled size from the fissure. With two 'pfft' sounds, it spat out both the Prometheus clone and the Thanksgiving clone that held the Blood Essence of the Ancient King of Abnormalities.
The Thanksgiving avatar remained calm.
After the initial shock, this Phumerosius avatar quickly understood the whole story through the unique connection with the main body. It also stared at Antonio's mystical power that was almost distorted out of shape in the sky. The space-time ripples disappeared.
In the form of a second layer of bone monster armed with ivory, Grimm said to the Thanksgiving avatar beside him, "Go back and try to complete the Celestial Sacrifice as soon as possible. Don't let the world forget the hardships of the past. History makes people wise, and bring beauty to the world."
"Yes."
The Thanksgiving avatar, who was dressed as a wandering poet, sheathed the Nine Return to One sword, looked at the Sorcerer World with a compassionate expression, and fell down.
Taking a deep breath, Grimm stopped moving. The Wings of Day and Night behind him flapped instinctively, and the milky white light from the Staff of Truth Balance sprinkled in the void, providing endless mana support for Little Eight's curses. The four avatars of the Sorcerer Ancestor, on the other hand, relied on constantly converting the power of the void into elements to restore themselves to their starch state, waiting for Prometheus' true body in the Eternal Sky City to completely recover.
Three hourglasses later.
"Hey, hey, hey, how much longer do we have to wait? Boohoo, Lord Eight is so tired!"
Gritting her teeth, Little Eight's tears were about to flow out.
It was difficult for Little Eight to stand on one leg and maintain such a strange posture for such a long time, maintaining Antonio's mysterious power.
Grimm's tri-colored eyes flashed as he looked down at the behemoth under the water curtain of the Sorcerer World, and said in a low voice, "You'd better give up. I think it will take at least seven days. If you want to stand like this for seven days, then continue."
Hearing Grimm's words, Little Eight almost burst into tears and shouted, "Beast Grimm, f * ck your leg, boohoo, why didn't you say so earlier? Lord Eight has been standing like this for three hourglasses, boohoo …"
As Little Eight sat on Grimm's shoulder, her wings kept rubbing her calves. In the crack created by the golden arc of lightning, Antonio was like a deflated balloon, becoming smaller and smaller, gradually shrinking back into the crack, and the laws of the nearby void also gradually returned to normal.
Seven days later.
Almost at the same time as Little Eight, they watched the structure of the Eternal Sky City change little by little. As the billions of mechanical sorcerers almost became a part of the Eternal Sky City, the internal mechanical structure changed, the mountains moved, the oceans converged, the Wizard Towers became war bunkers or giant fingers, and the Holy Towers became energy cannons …
On this day, the "rumbling" vibrations were transmitted from the core of the Eternal Sky City to every corner, and the water curtain was hit by the laws of the sky, forming a vortex that was getting bigger and bigger.
Grimm, who was waiting quietly in the void, looked solemn. He immediately took a deep breath and roared, "Wild Instinct level 7, Ancestral True Body, open!"
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch …
His body was constantly expanding, and layers of bone armor and spurs were replaced. Grimm's figure gradually rose from the ground, and the Wings of Day and Night behind him, the Book of Truth, and the Truth Balancing Staff in his hands also expanded with Grimm's changes.
His aura could pick up mountains, and his aura was matchless. His 10,000-meter physique gave off an unparalleled explosive impact!
Chirp!
Roar …
More than a thousand bird heads of the Infernal Spirit Bird turned into the hair on Grimm's head with curved horns. The sky was filled with black flames, and it was ferocious, roaring and roaring, mighty and spectacular.
"It's coming!"
His rock-like chest was covered with thick hair, and the Ancestral True Body of Grimm carried the Truth Balancing Staff on his shoulder like a war hammer. Waves of terrible power rippled with this Ancestral True Body as the center, surging in all directions. The level of power was completely different from that of the Sorcerer Ancestor's clones.
The clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor, who were originally in a lazy posture in the void, also got up at this moment and prepared for battle. They stared at the tip of the iceberg of the terrifying giant that was gradually breaking through the water curtain vortex in the sky.
Under the water curtain, there was a will shock that was like a gale of doomsday, and it made the Sorcerer World Clothes slightly distorted.
"The King of Sorcerers, Grimm!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh …
Just the will shock could cause dark clouds and a void storm. One could imagine how terrifying the Eternal Sky City of Prometheus was. Grimm's main body, the Ancestral True Body of the Sorcerer Ancestor, and the clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor all retreated into the depths of the void, trying to avoid the initial strongest attack of Prometheus, and to observe and analyze this terrifying monster.
"Oh my god, this is too much. Beast Grimm, are you sure this plan will work?"
Standing on Grimm's shoulder, Little Eight shouted, sensing the giant metal hands that stretched out from the Sorcerer World. Obviously, she had lost confidence in Grimm's previous battle plan.
Grimm's main body and the other clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor all retreated out of the first attack range of Prometheus' Eternal Sky City. Only the optimistic clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor had nowhere to hide, and was completely locked on by the giant metal hand formed by dozens of Sorcerer Towers.
"Hmph!"
Unable to retreat, the clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor clenched his teeth, exposing his fangs, revealing a somewhat ferocious posture. He exerted all his strength, changing the rules of the surrounding space-time units, and at the same time, the elemental power in his hand gathered into a super warhammer.
This clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor wanted to play hard!
"Hah!"
The elemental warship rotated at high speed, and was thrown out by the clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor with all his strength.
Poof …
The space-time blockade in the vast void was easily penetrated by the metal palm of hundreds of thousands of meters, like a piece of paper. The clone of the Sorcerer Ancestor was stunned, and after a slight "poof", the palm of the Sorcerer Ancestor's hand shook slightly, and the battle ended as if it was squashing a fly.
Witnessing this scene, Grimm's main body and the other clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor could not help but gasp.
Although they had overestimated the strength of Prometheus' Eternal Sky City, it seemed that they had still underestimated it.
"No wonder the Black Mage King remained rational in the Sorcerer World even at the most furious moment, and did not dare to do anything out of line. The World Tree of the Wizard Alliance was also very obedient, with this guy here …"
One after another, giant metal hands stretched out from under the water curtain, but this was only a small part of the body, and they all turned towards Grimm's main body and the clones of the Sorcerer Ancestor.
Almost every metal palm was the size of a space-based battleship. In comparison, the Coffin of Hope under the Celestial Sorcerer was nothing …
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