"Woo …"
On top of the Void Fortress, the melodious horn sounded again. This was the seventh horn that Grimm had heard since the beginning of this demon-hunting expedition.
However, this time, it seemed to be even more melodious, longer, and more breathtaking than the previous times.
It was as if the horn was not a battle cry for the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, but a death accompaniment for the Acraepoids.
"Compared to the Dark Destroyer Kingdom's Capital, the number of Acraepoids here is nothing."
In mid-air, Grimm was following behind Black Isotta's Stigmata Sorcerer troop of tens of thousands of Demon-Hunter Sorcerers. He was mumbling in a low voice, only Little Myna on his shoulder and Claudia behind him could hear him.
"Caw caw caw, to the ancient wizards, this kind of world ruled by humanoid creatures is the most welcome, because it means expensive humanoid slaves and huge wealth. It's such a pity to kill so many humanoid creatures in this world. "
Little Eight sighed.
At this time, the reason why Claudia could follow behind Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer as an elite Demon-Hunter Sorcerer was naturally the result of Grimm's special care with the Sorcerer's Principal Will.
The purpose of the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer this time was to learn the knowledge of the Ancient Sealing Array under the Darkglow Kingdom and rescue the Will of the King of Snowthreads from the deep seal.
Of course, none of the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers had completed the four "Rescue the Will of the Snowthreads" missions issued by Grimm.
Even the Darkborne Kingdom, which had been destroyed by the four Stigmata Sorcerers and had the weakest defenses, did not receive any news of any Demon-Hunter Sorcerers completing the Rank-2 Honor Badge mission.
Since the Void Fortress had descended over the Darkglow Kingdom, it was naturally up to the Stigmata Sorcerers to personally resolve these Level-2 missions.
"Look, they are shivering."
Claudia was inconspicuous among the group of Level 2 and Level 3 sorcerers. She was looking at the Acraepoid camp from afar with the identity of an ordinary sorcerer as she spoke from behind Grimm.
Through the Mask of Truth's Eagle's Eye, Grimm could also see the tens of millions of Acraepoids trembling in fear.
A sneer.
An army of this size was considered quite large for an ordinary world, but for the forces that the Sorcerers World had invested in this Demon-Hunting Expedition, it was not enough.
And, the most important thing was …
The difference in power between World Lords who could change the course of a war was too great.
…
Even though the resistance of the Empire's Imperial Capital was far weaker than that of the Dark Destroyer Kingdom, the mission issued by the Stigmata Sorcerers and the Battle Command to the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers was still to destroy every building in the Flame Burrow and kill any Acraepoids that represented the will of the Acraepoids.
The law of survival competition between species in the Endless World had been brought to full play by the Magi!
This time, Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer represented the highest commander of the Sorcerer's Will and flew to the forefront of the sorcerer's army, confronting the distant Acraepoid army.
"Jiejiejiejie, give up your ignorant and senseless resistance. The great Sorcerer Will isn't something a weak will like you can resist. This is the survival of the fittest choice of fate."
Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer said some of the more advantageous words to the disadvantaged.
It was just like what the World Guardian of the Infernal Spirit World said when Grimm was mistaken for trying to protect the Burrow World in front of the World Gate.
But now, the roles were reversed. Grimm had become a member of the powerful Sorcerer's Will.
At this time, the Sorcerer's Will looked down from above and said these words in the opposite direction. It made Grimm feel so comfortable, so natural, so proud.
Grimm's pride came from the fact that the ancient sorcerers had also experienced all kinds of disasters in history, but the sorcerer's civilization continued to transform again and again. Not only did they stubbornly survive, but they also became stronger and stronger!
Even if they were defeated by the Abyss Civilization and the Sorcerer World came to this foreign world cluster, they were still a powerful world that was subdued by fear. They still did not give up and kept on striving for self-improvement.
This kind of pride for the ancestors and the history of civilization was the faith of the sorcerers.
The faith of the sorcerers supported the continuous stream of modern sorcerers to pursue the glorious history of the Sorcerer World. They continued to march towards the world coordinates in the deepest memory, with the intention of defeating the Abyss Civilization in a new battle, to wash away the shame of the past defeat, and to prove themselves!
Therefore, it could be said that the sorcerers also had their own faith, their own idealistic myths.
It was like a flag, condensing the hearts of thousands of Bright Sorcerers, Dark Sorcerers, Arcane Sorcerers, Mechanic Sorcerers, Anatomy Refinery Sorcerers, and even Black Sorcerers.
The sorcerers understood the role of faith earlier, and therefore understood the terrible consequences when faith was destroyed by foreign civilizations.
Therefore, the sorcerers would never worship a living sorcerer. Instead, they would worship the history and ancestors that could not be traced in detail. They even evolved this faith into a culture, called it an ideal.
The Dark Destroyer Infernal God?
No, it was not an elusive, incomprehensible god that had the ability to split the heavens and the earth, a god that could be created at will.
It was just a powerful Acraepoid.
The Acraepoids did not worship a god, it was just a person, a worship that belonged to the individual will.
Since the worship of a person could make others wholeheartedly believe in it, there was a possibility that they would eventually give up their faith, or even hate and deny their faith.
At this time, in the sky of the Darkglow Kingdom.
Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer screamed unscrupulously, causing the Acraepoid Legion to feel uneasy and fearful. However, none of the World Lords who were hidden among them dared to stand up and confront him.
It was so disdainful, so casual.
Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer's eyes under his loose black sorcerer's robe burned with green flames. He waved his skeletal hand casually and said, "Destroy everything here!"
"Roar …"
Following Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer's words, the next moment, the tens of millions of slave monsters in front of the six Void Fortresses roared, brandished their claws and fangs, and pounced forward under the command of the Sorcerer's Will.
Like a raging wave crashing against the shore, there was no longer a trace of sunlight in the sky, leaving only shadows that spread unstoppably.
Following closely behind were the Voidships and Bright Demon-Hunter Sorcerer legions, neatly and majestically surging forward, carrying out a massacre on the regular Acraepoid army in the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Destructive Cannons of the six Void Fortresses erupted, more than two hundred meters of dark red light beams of destruction swept towards the ground from different angles, and a large area of the Darkglow Kingdom appeared blank.
The Acraepoids and Flame Burrows within the light beams of destruction were vaporized, as if they had disappeared into thin air.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
Tens of thousands of Dark Sorcerers turned into fireballs and fell from the sky, leaving long trails of flames behind them. It was truly a beautiful accompaniment to the notes of death.
"So beautiful!"
Claudia could not help but murmur, her eyes staring blankly at the magnificent scene of blood and fire in the sky and on the ground.
From the perspective of a Dark Sorcerer, the scene at this time was indeed beautiful.
Even Grimm's eyes of ice and fire under the Mask of Truth could not help but be momentarily dazed.
Speaking of which, this was the first time that Grimm did not follow the Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers to attack at the first instance during a Demon-Hunting expedition, but to observe the entire situation as a commander.
Involuntarily, a sense of superiority and control was born.
Rumble, rumble …
The energy ripples from the battle between the Stigmata Sorcerers, the World Lord of the Infernal Spirit World, and the World Guardian spread, easily sending a large number of slave monsters and Acraepoid warriors flying.
Everything was so familiar, this was just a repeat of history.
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