On one hand, Grimm was overjoyed with his creativity and inspiration. He felt that his future knowledge of chimeras was extremely bright.
On the other hand …
All of a sudden, tens of thousands of blood-red eyes hanging upside down in a huge cave suddenly opened, as if they had been awakened by the stench of the sap leaking out of the broken tree.
* Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak … *
The crisscrossing and reverberating sound waves suddenly broke the calm atmosphere of the cave. Then, like a torrent of ice and snow, tens of thousands of half-meter long ice bats spread their wings and flew toward the stench at high speed.
Grimm once again sliced open the crown of the second tree with one hand. He nimbly dodged the pale red sap that spurted out from the inside of the crown due to the strong pressure. He patiently waited for the pale red sap to run dry before retrieving the Soul Concentrate from within.
At the same time, Grimm was also pondering.
How should he transplant and cultivate this strange plant so that it could be used as a weapon for his elemental soul synthesis?
It was obvious that although this method of synthesizing elemental souls seemed simple, there were still certain problems that needed to be solved.
Firstly, the habit of cultivating this plant required it to be cultivated in a special environment to condense and condense the soul.
Secondly, according to normal reasoning, if Grimm wanted to use this tree to synthesize a high-grade elemental soul, he would definitely have to cultivate and modify the plant.
A tree like the one in front of him, which was used to condense low-grade souls, would definitely not be able to condense the mid-grade elemental soul that Grimm desired.
Finally, there was the inevitable drawback of Grimm's synthesis method, which was the consumption of time. It was impossible for him to synthesize elemental souls in a short period of time like the professional Magi of the Sanctum. It required an extremely long process of compression and condensation.
As the sap of the second tree's crown ran out, Grimm had just placed the soul-condensed compound inside the tree's crown into the Dimensional Gap. He was about to fly toward the third tree when he seemed to have sensed something and looked at the sky in the distance in shock.
Suddenly, under the Mask of Truth, Grimm's pupils shrank!
"This …"
The originally clear sky seemed to have darkened. The densely packed sounds of flapping wings and the vibrations of sound waves mixed together. It was as if an avalanche was descending. Countless Ice Bats appeared, crushing everything in front of them and pressing down like a majestic mountain.
At this moment, Grimm was like a sailboat in front of a tsunami, dumbfounded.
"This … this is the Soul Gatherer that condensed the Soul Tree? Or Guardians? "
On the other side, the Myna, who was standing on the Starfall Reconnaissance Craft and pecking at its feathers, was completely stunned. It mumbled to itself, "Damn it, am I having a nightmare? So many bats!? "
On the list of things that Myna hated, the bat ranked first and the Black Cat ranked second.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Myna gave itself three hard slaps to make sure that it was really in pain and that it wasn't a dream. Its first instinct was to yell and dive back into the Dimensional Gap. Its second instinct was to crawl back out of the Dimensional Gap and scream at the top of the Starfall Reconnaissance Craft.
"Oh my god! Young Master, let's run! I didn't think that the bats that we ate in the past would team up to take revenge. I don't want to become their poop! "
In a moment of desperation, Grimm gritted his teeth and roared.
"Little Eight, use the Starfall Reconnaissance Craft and run! Don't worry about me!"
This kind of plot …
No matter how one looked at it, it was like a beautiful scene from a novel.
A pair of true lovers in the face of an irresistible destructive disaster, one risking his life to stall for time in order for the other to escape safely.
More often than not, the other person would stupidly shout, "If you don't go, I won't go either!" and the two would stay behind to resist the danger together. In the end, they would be safe and witness their true love.
But in reality …
"Oh."
Myna drove the Starfall Reconnaissance Craft into the distance without looking back. It was clean and nimble, without the slightest bit of sloppiness. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the horizon.
The contrast in the plot was so great that Grimm almost cursed out loud.
Although he was so angry that he wanted to laugh, Grimm did not hesitate at all. The Sabbatic Goat Skull in his hand slammed into the ground next to the roots of the strange tree with a loud boom.
Boom, boom, boom, boom …
Several consecutive high-density shockwaves blasted into the ground, loosening the soil and rocks. Although some of the plant's roots were damaged, Grimm could not care less as he slashed down with his ice sword.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak …
Looking at the flood of Ice Bats that was only a few dozen meters away from him, Grimm quickly stowed away the strange tree's roots. He took a deep breath under the Mask of Truth and steadied his racing heartbeat. His eyes slowly turned horizontal like a frog's.
Gradually, the flood of Ice Bats slowed down in front of Grimm's eyes.
The Ice Bats at the very front were 'slowly' flapping their wings. Their claws were dyed with a layer of azure ice energy. Due to the differences in strength between the Ice Bats, their attacks ranged from about ten to a hundred degrees.
However, there were hundreds of thousands of them!
Their heads, which took up a third of their body length, opened their mouths wide, revealing their fangs. Their eyes glowed with a strange, faint red light.
"This feeling … Soul slaves?!"
Grimm could not believe it. These Ice Bats were actually soul slaves?
Whose soul slaves were they?
They could not possibly be the soul slaves of a Magus, as they did not have the soul aura of a human Magus.
No wonder there were no traces of other native creatures of the Burrow World in this mountain range.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom …
In an instant, the flood of Ice Bats drowned out Grimm, who seemed to be in a daze. The densely packed Ice Bats piled up like a mountain, as if they wanted to tear Grimm into pieces and devour him.
If he was really surrounded by so many Ice Bats, not to mention Grimm, even some rank 3 Magi would be in danger of dying.
… …
On the other side, within the Starfall Reconnaissance Craft that was flying at high speed.
Space flashed, and Grimm panted in shock. The Green Python Thread in his hand was still binding an Ice Bat that was struggling non-stop. Its eyes were bloodshot, and it wanted to attack Grimm.
"Caw … Young Master, you scared me to death. I thought you were going to turn into bat poop."
As the Myna spoke, it looked at the Ice Bat in Grimm's hand and asked in surprise, "Tonight's dinner?"
Ignoring the Myna, Grimm grabbed the Ice Bat's neck with one hand and broke its two struggling wings with the other. He looked into its eyes.
Grimm's eyes were the eyes of a Magus.
His eyes were calm, rational, cruel, and deep. If he were to directly look into the eyes of a creature weaker than him, it would cause the other party to sink into endless fear.
This was the fear of countless specimens that had died tragically on the Magi's experiment table.
After observing for a while, Grimm took out the crystal ball and with a snap, broke the Ice Bat's neck.
The Ice Bat's soul was stored in the crystal ball.
After a while, Grimm placed the crystal ball and the corpse specimen into the Dimensional Gap and muttered to himself.
"That's right, its soul has indeed been enslaved by another creature. There were hundreds of thousands of Ice Bats just now, but they were all enslaved … It can only be a World Lord, a powerful soul creature that is at least rank 4. "
Who would have thought that in the Endless World, there were already other creatures that had mastered the secret of enslaving souls.
Then …
For a foreign world that had the potential to develop into a civilized world, the Magus World had to defeat it, enslave it, castrate it, or completely wipe it out!
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