"I've worked hard for so long. I'll leave this to them."
Grimm muttered to himself. His Elemental True Body gradually shrank and appeared in the form of a human Sorcerer covered in colorful runes.
Slowly recovering his magic, he strolled around the sky battlefield where battles were intertwined everywhere. One after another, the phantom skulls of panic slid across the sky like a long cloud of panic.
"Caw caw caw, the Soul Devouring Kiss is fighting with the guardian with the dominator aura over there. Oh, there's a big guy hiding in the lake below."
Little Eight stood on Grimm's shoulder, looking at the chaotic battlefield in all directions. Other than the giant Bofern Tree that was suppressed by the Boiling Panic, there were also some rather powerful beings.
If coupled with the many World Lords led by the Baron King who had once invaded the Spiritualist World, and the parasitic Spore World in its complete state, it would be difficult for Grimm to invade even with the strength of the many Sorcerers gathered this time.
Crackle!
Thunder exploded at the World Aperture, and there was excited laughter. It was the arrival of Thundercloud Stigmata Sorcerer. No one knew which Stigmata Sorcerer was following behind the passage.
But these were not important anymore.
The dual-colored eyes under the Mask of Truth looked through the cloud of panic in the distance and found a small battlefield where seven or eight slave monsters and a dozen Vegetative People were fighting.
He knew nothing about Bofern Governor, so Grimm needed to get basic information about this place as soon as possible.
Just like that, with a stride, he moved through the real time. With a shocking speed that was almost a series of afterimages among these low-level creatures that lived in the Eye of Time, he arrived at the side of the seven or eight slave monsters and stood there quietly.
If one did not notice the situation here, it was as if Grimm had teleported and appeared silently.
"Greetings, Great Tower of Annihilation Stigmata Sorcerer!"
The only Level-3 creature, an Amber Mosquito, recognized Grimm.
Even at such a close distance, the Stigmata Sorcerer's Sorcerer's Will, which was almost condensed into a solid form, made the one-meter-long crystal-clear mosquito shiver. It crawled in the sky and looked down at Grimm's head, not daring to look directly at him.
The other Level-1 and Level-2 slave monsters gathered around the Amber Mosquito were of varying sizes, and all of them had suffered some injuries. They had been roaring and howling madly in battle a moment ago, but with the sudden appearance of the human Magus beside them, they suddenly froze on the spot, as if they had been intimidated by some powerful aura, or perhaps by the fear in their hearts. None of them dared to move.
With a simple mind of slaughter and slave consciousness, they didn't even show any signs of salutation. They just stood there in a daze.
"You are their leader!?"
These Vegetative Humans suddenly realized that there was a mysterious monster in front of them that they had never seen before. It looked less ferocious, but it was still extremely mysterious. As soon as it appeared, these crazy and ferocious monsters were at a loss as if they had met their natural enemy. They were terrified.
It was very likely that this strange creature standing on two feet was the High Ruler Aristocrat of that world, similar to the fern Vegetative Humans that parasitized the Spore World!
The Vegetative Humans silently guessed with their own knowledge.
The dozen or so Vegetative Humans were all elites and powerful. If it weren't for the support of the Panic Cloud, these slave monsters would have long been defeated and killed.
The Vegetative Human who asked Grimm the question was like a taro. It looked clumsy, but its combat power was really extraordinary. Grimm's Life Force Detection showed 4,412, which was a lot higher than the 3,766 Amber Mosquito.
No wonder the Amber Mosquito had been at a disadvantage even with the support of the Panic Cloud.
1784, 1992, 977, 2663, 3122, 1456, 4412, 2355 …
Standing quietly in the same place, Grimm's dual-colored eyes under the Mask of Truth looked around. Every Vegetative Human that Grimm looked at felt as if they were being penetrated by something. All their secrets were laid bare in front of his eyes. This feeling of being 'naked' was really embarrassing.
"Wahahaha, it's this big taro. We can roast it after we finish using it."
As Little Eight laughed, Grimm had also determined his target.
This Level 3 Taro Vegetative Person with a Life Force of 4,412 was indeed the strongest among these Vegetative Humans. The secret that Grimm wanted to know, only he could have some clues.
Swoosh!
Grimm, who was strolling in the real time, seemed to leave a series of afterimages. Before they had time to react, he waved his hand and launched an attack of tens of thousands of degrees. With the pressure of a World Lord, these Vegetative Humans were easily killed by Grimm.
Only half of the Taro Man could be heard screaming in panic.
In the end, the last Taro Man that was left had about four-eighteenth of the perception of Half-step Time. It fled in fear, trying to get close to an army of tens of thousands of Vegetative Humans thousands of meters away, and then ask for help from the World Tree. However, Grimm smiled coldly. He stretched out his right hand that was holding the Abyssal Magic Staff and pulled it back under an incredible gravitational force.
Poof …
The Steamed Taro Man's desperate counterattack only caused a few ripples in the colorful runes that Grimm had sealed himself.
Even in his human form, Grimm's Tempered Defense was not something that this Taro Man could hurt.
Crack, crack, crack!
A layer of ice formed over his body to prevent this Taro Man from struggling again and getting in the way.
"Surrender to the will of the great Wizard, and you will be reborn!"
Opening his mouth, Grimm's Stigmata Soul Fire that looked like a ghost face pounced toward this Taro Man. First, it resisted fiercely, then it struggled in pain, and then it curled up and twitched. Grimm had seen this process countless times and was used to it.
"You guys come over too."
After giving an order to the slave monsters behind him, Grimm silently descended toward the war-ravaged Governor Bofern with a piece of ice floating beside him.
These monsters surrounded Grimm, waiting for his new orders.
Everywhere was filled with towering pines that reached the clouds.
The giant trees were connected by vines, forming pontoon bridges. Countless original Vegetative Humans lived in the tree holes and treehouses.
Currently, most of the slave monsters were still fighting the Vegetative Humans in the air. Only a small portion of them had landed in the Governor's City, and they were quickly surrounded and eliminated by the guards. The streets were extremely quiet, and only the faint sounds of battle could be heard. Occasionally, a monster or Vegetative Humans' corpse would fall from the sky.
Through the Mask of Truth's senses, Grimm knew that a considerable number of Vegetative Humans had discovered him, but it did not matter to him. These were just some extremely weak lifeforms, insignificant and insignificant.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
Compared to Grimm, in the eyes of the low-level Vegetative Humans, these slave monsters were obviously more terrifying. Their scattered attacks of varying strengths were also targeted at these monsters.
Roar!
The Inferno Rhinoceros suffered continuous attacks. It was like a swarm of flies circling around it, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. In its rage, its eyes gradually turned crimson red, and it actually stood up like a human!
Blazing flames spewed out from the gaps between the thin skin armors, randomly attacking in all directions. From time to time, one or two relatively short trees would topple over. From the holes in the trees, a few Vegetative Humans screamed in fear as they ran out. Then, one of the monsters beside Grimm caught them out of curiosity. After playing with them for a while, the monsters swallowed them whole and started chewing on them.
The Level 2 Blazing Rhinoceros was just a low-level lifeform to Grimm. It was a despicable slave, but to the low-level Vegetative Humans, it was as terrifying as the messenger of the apocalypse. It was the claws of the Devil King.
"Idiot, do you want to die?!"
The Parasitic Spore's blood had the ability to transform into an undead plant. In the beginning, in the Spiritualist world, many monsters had mistakenly eaten it and died.
The Amber Mosquito roared at the Cow-Horned Demon that was chewing on the Vegetative Humans' corpses. The Cow-Horned Demon with thick skin and thick flesh chewed on the Vegetative Humans' corpses as it said, "My race was born in the harshest of environments. There's nothing we haven't eaten. These guys' poisonous blood has no effect on my race. We'll just have to pee and it'll all be over."
This Demon was also a Level 3 creature, so it did not care at all.
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