Eight years later.
Gritting his teeth, Grimm trudged along the small path of the Demon-Hunter Castle under the Holy Tower of Seven Rings' protective barrier.
Vitality was different from spiritual force. As long as one persisted in meditation, one could slowly raise one's mana to the same level as spiritual force. The physical strength, strength, and activity of the body's cells all needed to be trained before they could be raised to the level of vitality potential and unleash the required combat ability.
Huff, puff …
It was hard to imagine that a Physique Refinery Sorcerer with a high vitality like Grimm would be so tired just by walking. This was somewhat inexplicable.
But the truth was as such.
Looking closer, Grimm's body and limbs were carrying super-heavy alloys made using alchemy formulas. These alloys were originally used as raw materials for the configuration of voidships, but now Grimm was carrying them on his body.
If it was just these weights alone, although they would affect Grimm, they would not make Grimm gasp for breath. However, as Grimm advanced, he constantly connected the power of the earth's veins to exert Gravitational Shackles on himself. The strong gravitational force coupled with the excessive weights caused Grimm to struggle almost all the time.
With this, it was not difficult to explain Grimm's extreme fatigue.
In the sky, two Sorcerer companions who were flying together glanced at Grimm on the ground. Grimm ignored their gazes and lowered his head, trying his best to advance towards his predetermined goal. The robe that had long been drenched in sweat clung tightly to Grimm's strong and wild body, his chest rising and falling as he panted.
Next to the white stone path was a man-made stream between the Demon-Hunter Castles. The gurgling fishes swam happily in the stream, reflecting Grimm's arduous steps as he advanced.
"Hmm? Good morning, I see you again today. "
The one who greeted Grimm was an old Sorcerer with a female face. At this moment, she was holding two ropes and walking her beloved pet pigs. The two pet pigs were only about twenty centimeters tall. They snorted with their long noses, short hooves, white skin, and curled tails. They were round and cute.
As the sun set, the shadow of the Tree of Life slowly moved away from Grimm's body. A slender shadow stretched out under the sunset.
"Yes."
He nodded and greeted the Bright Sorcerer. Grimm lowered his head and walked past him. Two drops of sweat rolled down his forehead to his chin and landed on the stone floor.
Humph, humph …
The two happy pigs pulled the Bright Sorcerer away.
After a while.
"Yo, Grimm, I'm here to accompany you again today. How is it? Are you happy?" Claytia giggled as she looked at Grimm.
The red and green dress half-covered Claudia's private parts, but it also highlighted her proud, enchanting, and graceful figure. In front of her snow-white chest, a mysterious golden necklace slid down into the gap between two towering peaks, attracting people's attention and endless reverie. Her bewitching tone was full of charm, but she also had a holy and inviolable face.
What an evil spirit!
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap …
The crisp sound of Claytia's high heels on the stone floor echoed around Grimm, and the wonderful, alluring scent of her body lingered.
Grimm didn't say anything. He kept his head down and continued to walk with determination. He was like a camel walking in the desert, unaffected by the outside world. He greedily breathed in the fresh air around him that was full of vitality.
An hourglass later.
Claytia looked at the empty stone floor in front of her and muttered, "This is definitely not the principle of the Space Distortion Sorcery during the Sorcerer-Apprentice period. It should be some kind of new development of Space Ability. This fellow, looks like he intends to study the knowledge of the Space System … "
While deep in thought, Claytia shook her head and flew back to her Demon-Hunter Castle.
Grimm's Demon-Hunter Castle.
The boiling water drenched Grimm's body, but it did not cause any damage to Grimm's basic elemental resistance. His strong body stood quietly in the bathroom. The steam filled the air, and his body gradually relaxed.
Hmm?
Suddenly, Grimm waved his hand and pulled the crystal ball over. Looking at the series of information on the crystal ball's screen, he muttered, "Shadow Enigmatic World? It's been almost nine years since the last Void Fortress expedition. Are the Demon-Hunters almost done? This time, the Shadow Enigmatic World is signed by three Stigmata Sorcerers. It shouldn't be too much of a problem to win. "
Beep, beep, beep …
Millie's crystal ball transmitted the message. Without hesitation, Grimm transferred his magic and chose to connect. At the same time, he quickly put on his clothes.
"Grimm, how are the preparations on your side? The Shadow Enigmatic World. From the name, it should have a very different system from the Sorcerer World. I just hope that the environment inside is not too harsh. "Millie's voice was a little worried.
Grimm frowned and said, "We've already signed the contract. We don't have much of a choice. According to the usual practice, the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers should have half a month in the Void Fortress to understand the rules of the Shadow Enigmatic World. During this time, the Stigmata Sorcerers will distribute the general information and experimental specimens of the Shadow Enigmatic World. Let's prepare more when the time comes. "
"Okay."
Millie nodded and asked, "How are the Soul Slaves on your side? I ran into some trouble. Two Soul Slaves died and I didn't have time to replenish them. "
Snap!
With a snap of his fingers, four one-and-a-half-meter-tall humanoid creatures with black bone armor and skin appeared behind Grimm. He said, "These guys have been modified by my Bloodline Sorcery and unique sorcerer knowledge. Their combat power should be enough to deal with a Legendary Knight who has just been modified by a low-level Bloodline Sorcery. Their highest attack power is about 150 points. Hmm, I named them Ghouls. "
Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!
The four Ghouls roared in unison. Pairs of black bat wings spread out from their backs. At the same time, a trace of purple energy filled their mouths. Their nails secreted dark green venom.
"Huh? Not bad. How about selling two of them to me? You name the price. As long as it's not in Sorcerer Essences, "Millie said happily.
Grimm said, "Sure. I still have three left. I'll send two to you later. Alright, give me three hourglasses to seal up the lab. After that, let's go to the Dark Sorcerer Headquarters. "
"Okay." Millie turned off the crystal ball.
The Shadow Enigmatic World …
Grimm pondered as he walked to the lab. He started to seal up some of the experimental equipment. He also put some of the experimental equipment that might be useful during the demon-hunting expedition into the Dimensional Gap or the World Fragment.
"Caw, caw. My dear young master Grimm, there's news about the demon-hunting mission. Are you leaving?" Myna asked Grimm as it stood on the chandelier above.
Grimm lowered his head and kept the experimental specimens in his hands. He replied without looking up, "Yes. It's a foreign world called the Shadow Enigmatic World. You should go and prepare yourself."
"Oh … What does a lonely Myna need to prepare? However, since it's one or two hundred years away, I should say goodbye to my little Angelis. "Myna spread its wings and flew towards Angelis's Demon-Hunter Castle.
A full two hourglasses later.
After packing up everything, Grimm sat on the sofa in the hall and wondered if there was anything he had missed.
After a quarter of an hour, Grimm made sure that he did not miss anything and was about to walk out of the castle. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Gnaw slave who was diligently cleaning the room.
At this moment, the old Gnaw's body was almost bent to the ground. Its skinny body was trembling as it held the broom. Its breathing was heavy, and its wrinkled green skin was shriveled up. There was no sign of life, and it was lifeless.
Grimm estimated that if there were no accidents, the old Gnaw would only live for another two to three years.
As if it felt Grimm's gaze, the old Gnaw raised its head and looked at Grimm. Its eyes were a little cloudy. It panted and said, "Master?"
Grimm was stunned. He had almost forgotten about it.
Grimm fell into deep thought. To a Sorcerer, a Soul Slave was not as important as some experimental equipment. Just now, he almost wasted a precious Soul Seed Flame because of this mistake.
He silently chanted a spell and waved his hand. A green flame that was invisible to ordinary people flew out of the Gnaw's body and entered Grimm's body.
The old Gnaw fell to the ground weakly, and the broom fell to the ground with a thud.
"Master …"
Although it had lost control of the Soul Seed, the old Gnaw did not have any intention to resist. It looked at Grimm with its cloudy and watery eyes.
Initially, Grimm wanted to use a Fireball Spell to get rid of this useless material. However, when he saw the pair of cloudy and watery eyes, something seemed to stir in his heart. He suddenly stopped and recalled the little things that happened in the Demon-Hunter Castle for the past two hundred years.
Because of absolute control, a Sorcerer would not have any feelings for a Soul Slave, just like how a human would not care about a mechanical puppet.
However, a Soul Slave was not a mechanical puppet. It was an independent life form with its own emotions and life history. It was just that the Soul Slave was controlled by the Sorcerer.
It seemed that the Sorcerer had complete control over the Soul Slave's body and soul. However, the Soul Slave still had its own emotions. It was still alive, but it could only silently watch everything that happened outside of its body.
After giving up on the idea of killing this useless Soul Slave material, Grimm decided to 'grant' this Gnaw Slave that had dedicated its life to him a dignified and peaceful death.
Grimm took out a few mid-level magic stones and a bottle of Recovery Potion and threw them to the Gnaw Slave. He then said, "After I'm gone, treat this place as your home. I'll leave you a piece of land in the courtyard. You can bury yourself there."
After that, Grimm turned around and left. The wooden door of the castle was closed with a squeak.
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