"Sir, the ancient ruins are inside this world fragment, near the habitat of the powerful creature that you gave this Stigmata Key to connect."
Grimm stretched out his palm, and in the center of his palm, a purple key floated quietly.
Although they were both world fragments, the secret realm of the Black Iso Tower was obviously countless times larger than the world fragment of Grimm's Demon-Hunter Castle. For an official sorcerer, it could be described as boundless.
"Uh … right under my nose?"
The old sorcerer raised his hand and took the Stigmata Key from Grimm's hand. After a groan, in Grimm's eyes, it was just a small step, but a tremendous change had taken place.
It was as if at this moment, a violent force field swept down, and the flow of time began to become chaotic and distorted.
The surrounding world began to blur in Grimm's perception. In his perception, all matter seemed to be constantly being baptized by time, washing out traces of shadows. Outside the framework of the world's laws, the rolling and flowing elemental power began to become incomparably viscous.
This was a different world.
And in such a wonderful world, Grimm and Norris, under the leadership of the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer, stepped on the viscous elemental power, and "reversed the flow of time."
Endless black seawater, vast grasslands, dark and twisted forests …
Only ten minutes later, under the guidance of the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer, Grimm and Norris passed through the distant space in the secret realm of the Black Iso Tower and came to the Golden Breedsnot Tree that towered hundreds of meters.
"Master!"
On the huge bird's nest at the top of the Golden Breedsnot Tree, there was a giant bird with a body of more than thirty meters. When it spread its wings, it actually reached more than fifty meters, covering the sky and the sun. It was incomparably huge.
Under the red crown on top of the giant bird's head, a single red eye was so straight in the middle of the head, it looked so abrupt, incongruous, and unacceptable.
On its round, plump body, there were countless wailing and miserable shrieks. Faintly discernible and struggling on its skin that was not covered by any feathers, it looked extremely horrifying.
Even after becoming an official sorcerer, this giant bird was still a terrifying creature in Grimm's eyes. The energy contained in its body was enough to make Grimm despair.
But at this moment, the giant bird was shivering on the ground at the old sorcerer's feet, not daring to raise its head.
The Black Isotta Stigmata Sorcerer did not pay any attention to the soul, just like how Grimm did not pay attention to his former Amonro slave.
Returning the Stigmata Key to Grimm, the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer said, "And?"
Grimm had long been stunned by the great Black Isotta's technique. At the same time, he could not help but feel a little enlightened. Was this the one-eighteenth of a second?
The so-called one-eighteenth of a second was something Grimm discovered after he became an official Sorcerer and studied the destructive force.
Official Sorcerers could sense the slightest lapse of time. Therefore, when Grimm was studying the Destructive Force, he used the unit of one eighteenth of a second. According to the principle of one-eighteenth of a second, Grimm observed and discovered some patterns in the Destructive Force.
But just now, that feeling …
Perhaps, in the eyes of the great Stigmata Sorcerers, the so-called one-eighteenth of a second was a real second!
Was this the difference in life level between a Stigmata Sorcerer and an ordinary life after the second Life Qualitative Transformation?
Compared to sorcerer-apprentices, the qualitative change in the life level of an official sorcerer was that his lifespan was greatly extended, allowing him to see further; while the Stigmata Sorcerers, on the other hand, were able to slow down time again under the situation of strengthening this foundation?
He recalled the scene of the Enigmatic Prophet King slaughtering low-level Sorcerers in the Shadow World …
Low-level Sorcerers could not stop it at all, nor could they escape. The Enigmatic Prophet King was so fast that it was like a shadow.
In this way, Grimm's guess might be somewhat reasonable.
After recovering from the shock and hearing the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer's question, Grimm let out a sigh of relief. According to his memory, he pointed to a direction in the front left and said, "My memory is a little fuzzy. But, it should be this direction. "
"It's okay. Take it easy."
The surrounding space continued to collapse. After the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer agreed, seven or eight Golden Breedsnot Ginseng flew up from the giant tree under his feet and fell into the hands of Norris and Grimm respectively. He took another fruit and chewed on it, the juice splashing everywhere.
"Wah …"
The Golden Breedsnot Ginseng in the hands of the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer made a tragic and desperate cry like a baby. The next moment, it stopped, and there was no sound.
Crunch, crunch, crunch …
Incomparably indifferent, the old Sorcerer ate the golden fruit in his hands in a few mouthfuls, and even swallowed the core.
Such a scene made Grimm feel like a horrible creature at the top of the food chain, unscrupulously devouring all the creatures at the bottom.
This was a kind of primitive evolutionary law that constantly devoured and absorbed everything from other creatures at the bottom of the food chain, breaking through to a higher level of creatures.
It was no wonder that creatures of Level Four and above were called World Lords!
Generally speaking, this was a horrible creature that could only be born by absorbing the resources of the whole world.
Wah …
For a moment, the Golden Breedsnot Ginseng in Grimm's hands, the Golden Breedsnot Ginseng in Norris's hands, and the remaining Golden Breedsnot Ginseng on the giant tree all burst into tears, as if it was the end of the world. But it did not help at all.
The Guardian Bird of the Mother Tree did not even dare to raise its head.
After swallowing a few more Golden Breedsnot Ginseng in a row, the old Sorcerer stopped with satisfaction. Looking at Norris and Grimm who did not move, he asked, "What's wrong, you don't like this snack?"
"Uh, Tower Master, I think it's better to let Alice cut it into pieces and eat it slowly." Norris smiled awkwardly.
Grimm was flustered, and his face was as pale as death. Trembling, he smiled and said, "I like to juice it."
"As you wish."
The old Sorcerer no longer paid attention to Norris and Grimm. Just when Grimm thought he was going to start on his way again, the old Sorcerer unexpectedly pulled the giant bird on the ground towards him with his empty hand. In a shrill scream, the giant bird crawling on the ground was sucked over by the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer!
This …
What was going on?
Roar!
Amidst the giant bird's pleading and fearful roar, a black crack suddenly appeared in the dark sky. As the crack quickly widened, circles and circles of ferocious fangs appeared densely. This was actually the giant mouth of an unknown creature!
As if it was sucking jelly, the giant bird was sucked into the giant mouth without any resistance.
Crunch, crunch, crunch …
The giant mouth was densely packed with fangs, and it kept chewing. It was the sound of bones being chewed. Occasionally, a trace of green blood sputtered from the giant mouth and fell to the ground.
The giant bird, which was still alive and made Grimm miss, was in the blink of an eye, by this great and cruel Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer …
Uncontrollably, Grimm's hair stood on end, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.
Under the Mask of Truth, Grimm's face was so pale that it could even be described as bloodless.
At this moment, standing behind the great Sorcerer, Grimm finally felt the fear that came from every cell in his body, the fear of being devoured by the powerful creature in front of him.
Even under the emotional coordination of the physiological fear, a kind of instinctive crouching and humility began to spread, and his body could not help but tremble.
So, this was the most primitive fear?
Crunch, crunch, crunch …
After chewing for a while, the big mouth in the air gradually stopped, and a satisfied thought flowed out and gradually disappeared.
The Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Grimm, and said in annoyance, "Uh, I saw this guy eating so fat, and I accidentally ate it. Little one, don't worry, the contract with the Stigmata Key is still in effect. I will arrange another slave for you, and arrange for the magic reserve to descend into the Sorcerer World for three times. "
The old Sorcerer did not care that Grimm had already used up the chance of the Stigmata Key.
Grimm only felt a chill sweep through his body, and tried not to show too much embarrassment, and whispered, "Thank you, sir."
Because the space around the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer was constantly collapsing, Grimm could not get within three meters of him, and could not see the other's expression, but at this time, he felt that the other party was grinning at him.
After an inexplicable expression, the old Sorcerer turned and continued to fly in the direction pointed by Grimm.
This time, everyone only moved forward slowly at the speed of an official Sorcerer. For the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer, it seemed like a stroll after dinner.
After Grimm and Peranos put away the Golden Breedsnot Ginseng, they followed closely.
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