Grimm and a dozen Dark Sorcerers each held a bottle of green reagent that was sealed with the power of runes.
"This is the Amonro's Wail of Sorrow. It is a biological modification developed by the technical department for the Amonros. It belongs to the Dark Sorcerer's Arcana of Life and Death. Due to the short duration, although the results in the laboratory are not very good, it is enough to cause a devastating disaster for the low-level Amonros. Your mission is to wait for the Fallen Amonros to run out, and the Void Fortress enters a critical moment, then … "
The Honor Badge Dark Sorcerer's vicious eyes glanced at the Fallen Amonros, revealing a cruel expression.
Grimm held the mission scroll with a stern expression.
This mission had its pros and cons. During normal times, it was the safest. They could wait for the mission without leaving the Void Fortress. They could even stay at the rear during battles for safety reasons. However, if the battle was disadvantageous, at least half of the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers would perish during the mission.
Although the rewards were very generous.
Half a month later.
One by one, the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers gathered at the Void Fortress from all directions. At the same time, a large number of Fallen Amonros from other realms of the Shadow Empire followed behind them.
News of the destruction of the other realms of the Shadow Empire came one after another.
It seemed that in this foreign world that was completely shrouded in shadow clouds, the Amonros were carrying out a comprehensive purge of the sorcerers' forces. They did not choose to launch an all-out attack immediately to try and completely destroy the Demon-Hunter Void Fortress.
It had been two months since the Shadow Calamity. The Demon-Hunter Sorcerers surrounded the Void Fortress and were building an impregnable last line of defense. They were trying to drag the Shadow Calamity out and usher in the Cataclysm!
No matter what the world became, the resources would not change. It did not matter to the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers.
The Fallen Amonros and Soul Slaves flew around the Void Fortress. There were hundreds of Prism Fortresses built on the ground, like towers of fortifications.
These Prism Fortresses were the foundation of the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers when they arrived in this world.
Grimm sat quietly in the sky above the Void Fortress, as if there was no one around him. He held a sorcery book in his hand and lowered his head to study it. His mind was completely immersed in the book. The Myna had disappeared without a trace.
Woo …
Suddenly, an urgent bugle horn sounded in the sky. The sound was dull and urgent.
Grimm raised his head. His vision passed through the Fallen Amonros that were moving like snakes under the command of the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers. He looked at the dark sky far away.
Vaguely, Grimm sensed an impenetrable flood of flesh and blood surging towards him.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Quick, meet the enemy! "Roars rose and fell.
Under the urging of the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, the large-sized Soul Slaves that were resting on the Fortress Square shook their heads, shook their bodies, and dragged their huge bodies into the air. They spread their wings and led all kinds of oddly shaped small monsters to circle around the periphery of the Bright Demon-Hunter Sorcerer group.
Grimm turned his head and looked up at the three figures in the sky.
The Hearkening Whisperer Sorcerer was wearing a white horned hat with a pair of illusory green light wings on her back. She held a pale blue radiant magic staff in her hand. Beside her stood Tomb Segja and Tomb Averer Stigmata Sorcerer.
The moment the three Stigmata Sorcerers confirmed the situation, they let out a deep roar under the control of Nature Force that surpassed the low-level sorcerers.
In an instant, Grimm felt that the Elemental Power in the surrounding space was sucked out!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Elemental Power visible to the naked eye gathered towards the three Stigmata Sorcerers from all directions. Halos gathered, and in the blink of an eye, three Elemental Giants that were more than a hundred meters tall were formed.
The size of the Elemental Giants represented the Elemental Power of the Elemental Sorcerers.
The three Stigmata Sorcerers. The Hearkening Whisperer Stigmata Sorcerer turned into an Elemental Giant that was nearly two hundred meters tall. A pair of illusory green light wings flapped at high speed on her back.
The Tomb Averer Stigmata Sorcerer wore a ring of colorful bells on her head. Her eyes were covered by a red ribbon, and her long green hair reached her waist. Her ears were long and slender like elves' ears. Her clothes were covered in a layer of white mist, like an illusory veil.
As the Tomb Averer Stigmata Sorcerer roared towards the sky, halos of Elemental Light gathered around her body, and an Elemental Giant made of countless colorful petals was formed.
The petals wriggled with each other, beautiful and somewhat ugly at the same time.
The Tomb Averer Stigmata Sorcerer had a pair of cold eyes under her metal helmet. She had four longswords on her back, and hundreds of dark red energy strips that looked like living strings wandered around her body.
As she turned into an Elemental Giant, the elemental body that was more than a hundred meters tall showed a metallic color, like a steel giant.
Circles of dark red energy lines surrounded her body like sharp blades. The Elemental Giant had four ten-meter long Elemental Giant Swords in its four hands, one in each hand. The rolling waves of Elemental Giant were like burning flames, drifting erratically.
Tens of thousands of Demon-Hunter Sorcerers were like little black dots around the Elemental Giant. They surrounded the three Stigmata Sorcerers' Elemental Giants and rushed forward to meet the enemy.
Grimm also became an inconspicuous black dot beside the Hearkening Whisperer Stigmata Sorcerer. He was arranged to a safe position at the back, waiting for the right time to carry out the "Amonro's Wail of Sorrow" mission.
At this time, Grimm clearly felt the horror of the Stigmata Sorcerers!
At this time, the Stigmata Sorcerer's Elemental Giant's body had spontaneously spread out to more than three thousand degrees. With a body that was more than a hundred meters tall, any life form below Level Four would not be able to withstand a direct attack from it.
A Level Four life form was a higher level of life quality change.
In ordinary small worlds, a Level Four life form was also known as the World Lord form.
Generally speaking, this level of life form, whether it was sorcerers or indigenous creatures, had one thing in common, which was the ability to control the "real body".
The three Elemental Giants led a group of densely packed Demon-Hunter Sorcerers to meet the torrent of flesh and blood in the distance.
"This number …"
As far as Grimm could see, under the shadow clouds, an uncountable number of Amonros blotted out the sky and covered the earth as if there was no end to them. There were tens or hundreds of millions of Amonros. The number of Amonros was tens or hundreds of times more than the number of Demon-Hunter Sorcerers.
Roar …
The torrent of sorcerers collided with the Amonro torrent. As the three Elemental Giants roared and waved their big hands, the rolling elemental energy turned a large number of Amonros into ashes without a sound.
The Amonros within a thousand meters seemed to be stunned by the Stigmata Sorcerer's roar as they fell from the sky in droves.
The Demon-Hunter Sorcerers who were flying beside the Elemental Giants to assist the Stigmata Sorcerers also released their sorcery to kill the Amonro torrent.
In just a moment of collision, tens of thousands of Amonros were killed. With each random attack from the Stigmata Sorcerer, the number of Amonros would increase by a large margin.
Endless howls and cries of pain.
The sea of flesh and blood formed by the low-level Amonros could not hinder the Stigmata Sorcerers at all.
The difference of two levels of life was simply incalculable. Perhaps a breath or a roar from a high-level life form would be a massacre to a low-level life form.
If it was a Level Seven Celestial Sorcerer, all these low-level Amonros would have been killed by the unconsciously released pressure just by standing there.
No matter how many low-level Amonros there were, they could not pose any threat in front of the three Stigmata Sorcerers.
All the low-level Amonros' attacks could not even reach the Stigmata Sorcerers before they were subconsciously dispersed by the high-intensity energy emitted by the Elemental Giants. Every time the Stigmata Sorcerer attacked, the surging energy in the air would cause a large number of Amonros to faint and fall from the sky.
As for those Amonros that were directly attacked by the Stigmata Sorcerer's Elemental Giants, they seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
Other than the occasional Enigmatic Amonro nobles, in front of the Stigmata Sorcerers, any hostile creatures could not escape from the Stigmata Sorcerer's random attacks.
Under the shadow clouds, the stirred elemental energy caused the air to distort irregularly.
Grimm kept releasing Fire Bat Sorcery, killing the few Amonros that escaped.
At this moment, a thousand meters behind the Hearkening Whisperer Stigmata Sorceress, Grimm could clearly feel that the Force of Nature seemed to be easier to control than before. The World Law that he was using to pry open seemed to be stronger, and the power of the Fire Bat Sorcery had also increased.
Looking at the Hearkening Whisperer's Elemental Giant in front of him, Grimm's heart was filled with endless longing and envy.
Even though there were hundreds of millions of hostile auras surrounding him, he completely ignored these ants, killing them as if they were flies. Such arrogance. Grimm finally understood what Master Peranos had mentioned, the unbridgeable gap between a Level-3 Great Sorcerer and a Stigmata Sorcerer.
Was this the powerful stance of the Stigmata Sorcerer representing the Sorcerer World to conquer the Foreign World?
Perhaps, everything that the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers had been busy for decades, or even centuries, was just to pave the way for the Stigmata Sorcerers to have a greater advantage in the decisive battle.
The Stigmata Sorcerers were the final winners of the Demon-Hunting Expedition.
Grimm asked himself, "When can I be like Hearkening Whisperer?"
Leading countless low-level Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, controlling the Sorcerer Soul Slaves, in an unknown world, representing the great Sorcerer's Will to conquer this strange world, to wash away the shame of the Sorcerer World's history, to save the dream of hope for the future.
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