Everywhere he looked, there were corpses and rivers of blood. Smoke billowed into the sky from the devastated land.
The sky was dark red, mixed with blood and smoke. From time to time, slave monsters would chase after a few Golden Amonros that were left behind. Waves of explosions came from behind Grimm.
From afar, in the distance, countless creatures were entangled with each other, brutally killing each other. In the center were two creatures that controlled super powerful energy bodies, the Enigmatic Prophet King and the Tomb Segja Stigmata Sorcerer.
The two Level 4 creatures released energy blasts from time to time, inadvertently flattening the hills around them, creating huge craters on the ground, killing a large number of low-level creatures.
Grimm floated in the sky, holding a Sorcerer's Stone in his hand to replenish his magic. He flew towards the direction pointed by Master Deidarion.
The Demon-Hunter Outfit was a one-time use item. Once the magic power of the Sorcerer's Stone was depleted, it would lose its use. The next time he returned to the Holy Tower of Seven Rings, he could use this depleted Demon-Hunter Outfit to offset five Sorcerer Essences, and then use another five Sorcerer Essences to exchange for a new one.
Grimm, who was equipped with a new magic cannon, knew that the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers' first major battle in the Shadow Enigmatic World was basically a foregone conclusion for the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers. The defeated Shadow Legion of the Amonros were just struggling at the very end. Some of the desperate Amonros had even started to rush towards the Void Fortress like moths to a flame.
Was it an attempt to turn the tide?
What a foolish act!
With the capabilities of the Void Fortress, even if it was destroyed at will, without the power of a Level 4 creature, it would be impossible to cause any damage, not to mention the Void Fortress's self-defense system and the Tomb Segja Stigmata Sorcerer guarding it.
Although Grimm was in danger and was almost killed by the Guardian of this world, from another perspective, the Hearkening Whisperer that was wreaking havoc in the Shadow Enigmatic World was also a disaster for the creatures of this world.
Low-level creatures trying to fight back?
Only a group of thousands of Bright Sorcerers would have such a chance, and cooperation was essential. Obviously, the Amonros in this relatively primitive Shadow Enigmatic World did not have this ability.
After an hourglass and a half, Grimm saw a Camphoragate Tree in the distance as indicated by the crystal ball.
The Camphoragate Tree was a plant unique to the Amonro World. It was the underground palace where the Amonro nobles lived. It was divided into two parts, the surface and the underground. The surface of the Camphoragate Tree resembled the long loaves of bread that commoners in the Magus World ate. There was an air outlet at the top of the bread, and it constantly gasped for air.
The main material of the Camphoragate Tree wasn't the fibrous body of traditional human thought, but rather a strange kind of flesh fat.
It seemed that in this world with different rules, most plants were made of similar fleshy materials.
According to the information recorded in the crystal ball, the part of the Camphoragate Tree that was exposed above ground was probably not even a thousandth of its entire body. The underground part was its true main body.
And at this very moment, this Camphoragate tree that was over a hundred meters tall made Grimm ponder continuously. Just how big was this underground palace?
"Hmm? Grimm? "A surprised voice came from the ground.
At this time, there were more than thirty Dark Sorcerers gathered on the ground. Among them, two Level 2 Dark Sorcerers were in the middle, discussing something with the low-level sorcerers around them, formulating a battle plan.
Grimm, who was slowly descending, looked towards the direction of the voice. A long mechanical tail like a scorpion and an exposed mechanical arm, with a huge metal spiral disk on its back. This sorcerer was Victor?
When Grimm was selling the Ancient Mechanical Armor Core, this guy was very interested in it, but the Green-eyed Bright Sorcerer Julni's financial situation was much better than Victor's.
"Victor, what's the situation here?" Grimm greeted and asked about the situation.
Although Grimm was also surprised to meet Victor here, he had already thought that the two of them might have participated in this Demon-Hunting Expedition at the same time, so he naturally accepted this unexpected encounter. He immediately switched to the main topic and asked about the situation here.
Obviously, there must be a lot of powerful Amonros hiding under these Camphoragate trees. The combined power of these sorcerers was enough to make more than thirty Dark Sorcerers retreat.
The surrounding Dark Sorcerers glanced at Grimm, and more or less remembered Grimm's grayish-white Mask of Truth with spiral patterns, and his long golden hair. Then, they began to discuss the battle plan in low voices.
A Level 2 sorcerer floated towards Grimm. The sorcerer's head turned out to be a giant pumpkin, much bigger than his body. It was a sea of orange, and Grimm could not even tell if it was a transformation sorcery or a Bloodline Sorcery.
The pumpkin head saluted to Grimm out of courtesy, and Grimm simply returned the salute.
"Since you know each other, then I don't have to tell you about the situation below. Our goal is to kill all the creatures that resist the will of the great sorcerer." The pumpkin head sorcerer said to Grimm viciously. His mouth was full of tiny, sharp fangs, densely packed.
Under the Mask of Truth, Grimm's gaze did not change. He maintained his silence and nodded.
"Okay." The Level 2 Demon-Hunter turned around and left.
There was no need for words between Demon-Hunter Sorcerers. Everyone was only responsible for themselves.
Victor stretched out his mechanical arm. The mechanical arm was at least thirty centimeters thick, slightly bulky. Compared to when he was still a sorcerer's apprentice, not only was the material a lot stronger, but the complexity was also much higher. Even one of the arms was equipped with a lot of mechanical auxiliary devices.
Click.
A flap on the mechanical arm opened, and a densely packed mechanical bee flew out.
Grimm squinted his eyes. Through his mental strength, he could sense that the internal energy of these mechanical bees was quite ingenious. It should be a self-destruct device. Although he did not know the exact degree of self-destruction, he estimated it to be more than two hundred degrees.
And inside the mechanical arm, there were no less than a hundred of these mechanical bees.
Buzz buzz buzz …
The mechanical bee's wings vibrated at an extremely high frequency. When it flew in front of Victor, Victor slowly raised his mechanical arm and pointed his finger at the mechanical bee. A thin metal needle was inserted into the mechanical bee. Then, Victor's right eye began to display some images like a crystal ball.
"This is the image of the underground passage inside the Camphoragate Tree that the mechanical bee detected. The flesh barrier inside seems to have absorbed the excessive fire element in this world. Therefore, it will emit light on its own. Therefore, it will not be a hindrance to sorcerers with weaker senses. However, we need to be careful. The interior of the flesh barrier is the perfect hiding spot for the Golden Amonros. It is very difficult to detect them with normal methods. Also … "
The image in Grimm's vision was from the mechanical bee's perspective.
The surroundings were filled with these bread-like fleshy passages. They seemed to be constantly contracting and wriggling as if they were breathing. Most of the passages had a diameter of thirty to forty meters. Some of them were like the underground plaza under the Tree of Life in the Sorcerer World.
Groups of low-level Amonros were swimming in the mechanical bee's vision. These low-level creatures seemed to have adapted to the underground life. Their speed in the Camphoragate Tree passages was much faster than on the surface. They seemed to be one with the Camphoragate Tree. Often, they would gently squeeze into the flesh barrier, and their whole body would disappear into it.
According to Grimm's estimation, these low-level Amonros were almost twice as strong as the ones on the surface. Each Amonro was at the level of a low-level legendary knight who had not undergone bloodline transformation.
Victor paused in the middle of his sentence, so Glenn asked, "And what?"
Victor said in a deep voice, "Also, the Enigmatic Amonros in this world can only unleash the strongest form of Enigmatic Energy in the shadows. However, what the Enigmatic Amonros are talking about is not the shadow that sorcerers understand. It's the depths of the Enigmatic Cloud and the Camphoragate Tree! "
After that, Victor opened his mouth and spat out a scroll. He opened the scroll with a squeak. Three sealed Enigmatic Energy were constantly struggling in the runes.
Victor pointed at the three Enigmatic Energy and said, "Look, these three Enigmatic Energy were collected from the dark shadow clouds in the center of the battlefield, from the depths of the shadow clouds here, and from the low-level Enigmatic Amonros in the Camphoragate Tree. The difference in the nature of the energy is at least two times!"
Hmm?
Grimm was also observing the three Enigmatic Amonros carefully. Along the way from the center of the battlefield, Grimm had yet to encounter any Enigmatic Amonros under the deep shadow clouds. Hence, he was not familiar with the situation in this aspect.
After a few minutes, Grimm murmured, "13 degrees, 21 degrees, 28 degrees."
Within a short period of time, Grimm had simulated the attack power of the three Enigmatic Energies with the same mass through complex calculation formulas. The difference between them was truly shocking.
If the low-level Amonros were in the Camphoragate Tree, the attack power of the Enigmatic Energy would at least be twice as strong as that of the battlefield.
If this was the case, wouldn't it mean that if any low-level Enigmatic Amonro were to fight a sorcerer in the Camphoragate Tree, its power would be equivalent to a Neon Green Amonro?
Not to mention that the strengthened Golden Amonros could perfectly hide in the Camphoragate Tree …
"Kekekeke, the soul of this low-level creature is really just a primitive soul. I've successfully analyzed and dissected it. Let me check some information through it, kekekeke …"
Suddenly, a Dark Sorcerer laughed unscrupulously. Grimm and the others looked over. This Dark Sorcerer seemed to have a deep understanding of Soul Sorcery. He was holding a baby-sized scarecrow and chanting an incantation. At the same time, an unconscious Enigmatic Amonro was struggling on a simple altar.
The Dark Sorcerer's wrinkled skin was ashen. When his excitement reached its climax, he suddenly screamed. Poof! The scarecrow in his hand spontaneously combusted.
"Oh no, the soul is too weak. It can't even withstand the grafting! Damn it! Tell me! What are you guys guarding down there? Why didn't you choose to escape but to fight with your life? " The sorcerer roared at the spontaneously combusted scarecrow in his hand. His eyes were ferocious and ugly. His skinny skin exposed his thick knuckles and he pinched the scarecrow tightly.
"Great Bloodfalls Lavawyvern, ugh …" The scarecrow turned into ashes.
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