Compared to Wizard Holly's extravagance, Qiu Lisha's life was much more simple and low-key.
There were no powerful puppets to keep watch at night, and there were no free personal servants to serve her. Qiu Lisha had to do it herself, and it took her a full hour to tidy up a hut that she could stay in.
After taking care of everything, she stood in the middle of the hut, took out a green ball the size of a goose egg, and threw it on the floor. The ball immediately turned into a pool of green liquid and melted into the ground.
With a flick of her finger, a thin, almost imperceptible green barrier enveloped the entire hut, isolating everything around it. On the barrier, there were all kinds of strange hallucinogenic runes that were faintly discernible, constantly spreading psychic illusions and misleading any possible peeping eyes.
The five Wind Spirits floated above the village and looked down. The area around Wizard Holly's residence was completely white. Nothing could be seen. Wizard Qiu Lisha's hut was unobstructed, and they could see all her activities through the gaps in the wooden boards.
But it was precisely because he could see it so clearly that Grimm could not help but wonder if everything he saw was an illusion. After all, Qiu Lisha was very good at psychic abilities!
The night was getting darker, and the sky was densely covered with beautiful twinkling stars.
However, in the pitch-black curtain of night, a strange dark red color enveloped the entire sky, causing the moonlight that shone down from the bright and clear moon to carry a trace of blood color that made one's mind restless.
Blood moon … This was an ominous sign in any plane, and it was also an instinctive expression of the plane's consciousness!
It also often indicated that on this quiet and peaceful night, there might be terrible bloodshed somewhere in the plane. And the bloodshed that could trigger a reaction from the plane's consciousness was terrifying.
Grimm looked at the blood moon for a while, then gently closed the wooden window and sat back in front of the wooden table.
He was not good at divination.
If Alice was by his side at this moment, she would be able to describe in detail everything that happened somewhere far away based on the obvious signs of the plane. Unfortunately, in Grimm's place, apart from sensing the disturbing murderous aura, there was nothing else.
Maybe there was another plane invasion in the Morian Plane, or it would not have caused such a large-scale killing. Who was invading the Arcane Kingdom? The World of Gods or the Calamity? Or was it an Abyssal Demon?
There were too many possibilities, too many guesses … and it made Grim very upset.
The threat of the Great Witch Mesa, the unpredictable future, the harsh and complicated living environment, the uncontrollable direction of development … all of these were weighing on Grimm's shoulders, making him feel more and more depressed.
If it had been any other Magus, under such pressure, they would have either become a pervert with a twisted mind or a hedonist who went crazy with eating and drinking.
As for him, he could only keep his mind clear under such heavy pressure. He ran with all his might at a speed that ordinary people couldn't comprehend, using all the methods and resources he had to strengthen himself.
After all, in the Magus World, strength was everything!
Only when he had absolute power could he be truly safe. He could stop and enjoy the pleasures of life!
Therefore, after doing so much, Grimm only wanted one thing, and that was to survive …
Back when he was still a wizard apprentice, his enemies only coveted his body and soul. But now, as he progressed and grew step by step, the enemies of the past had all vanished into thin air, but new enemies kept popping up.
Today, he had achieved amazing achievements that outsiders couldn't imagine, but he had also set up some terrible enemies that ordinary people couldn't afford to provoke. Everything that the other side demanded was something that he couldn't afford to pay. Therefore, once he fell into the enemy's trap and was unable to break free, his fate would probably be no better than that of an apprentice.
And this was also a sorrowful thing to be a wizard!
Most of the time, it wasn't they who chose their life, but life was forcing and urging them to choose. Once they slowed down a little, some terrible things might happen that they didn't want to see.
Therefore, when fate gave them something strange, it also made their lives turn into another rugged road where they would die if they didn't move forward. The big hand of fate was fiddling and whipping them from behind. Once they were a little slow, it would be the end of their legendary life!
In addition to trying hard to adapt and endure such a life, Grimm had to find ways to surpass it. Only when he was strong enough to exceed the scope of the hand of fate could he really control his life.
…
The night was dark.
A scarlet blood moon hung high in the sky.
The moonlight that shone on the land was soaked with an unbearable stench of blood.
On a towering cliff, Saetans stood majestically. He stood there majestically, looking at the world in front of him with the arrogance of a king looking down on the world.
It was intoxicated and satisfied as it sniffed the scent of blood floating in the air, sensing the thick murderous aura that was almost impossible to disperse. Through the law plane, he could even hear the mournful screams of his prey before they died, or see the painful and twisted souls that flashed past.
Life was also a kind of resource, and the souls of every creature in the plane were a part of history that couldn't be easily erased!
But now, they had all become his. Saetans? Evil Hooves' personal wealth.
As the great Lord of Extreme Night, if he brought such a huge amount of wealth back to the Disaster Plane, he would probably receive the favor of the world and raise his personal rank, which had been stagnant for a thousand years, by a small step.
Tens of thousands of Mutated Beasts were scattered across the Kentos Continent, attacking cities and invading homes, harvesting countless life energy and souls for him. But it was a pity that there were too few high-quality souls.
Thus, in Saetans? Under Evil Hooves' control and command, the scattered Mutated Beasts began to gather and aim in one direction — the great Arcanist city that floated high in the middle of the continent — Auspicious View Garden.
That was his hunting target long ago, and he didn't even hesitate to fight a few Lesser Disaster Overlords that chased after him. After getting a taste of the Lord of Extreme Night's violent and ferocious attacks, the weak Mutated Beasts could only swallow their anger and change directions, running to attack the other two floating cities.
Thus, this beautiful and exquisite floating city became it. Saetans Tartarus? The target that Evil Hooves wanted to attack and kill the most!
Under the night sky, the Mutated Beast army was still crazily slaughtering and plundering.
The life and soul aura that floated over through the law plane entered Saetans' body, making him feel increasingly comfortable and satisfied. That was until his enjoyment was interrupted by some despicable intruders.
Saetans? Evil Hooves straightened his body, facing the night wind and sniffing with all his might. From the air, he detected a trace of an aura that didn't belong to a Disaster Creature.
There was a trace of order and strictness in the chaotic evil, and a trace of treachery and cunning in the old-fashioned …
Damn it, this is the aura of a Magus!
Some Magi had actually intruded into his hunting area and slaughtered some of his people.
Saetans? An evil and cruel aura rose from Evil Hooves' powerful and malevolent body.
All of a sudden, he exerted force on his four hooves and leaped from the top of the cliff, running wildly and unrestrainedly towards a certain place in the west.
The chilly night wind whistled around him.
Saetans ran wildly under the moonlight like a galloping horse, his speed far exceeding that of most flying creatures.
Paddy fields, forests, and streams flashed past its feet …
Along the way, he passed by many human villages and small towns. Cries and wails could be heard, and flames soared into the sky. Everywhere, he could see and hear the figures of mutated beasts slaughtering in a frenzy.
However, Saetans didn't care at all. With a single leap, he could cover a distance of a hundred metres. Just like that, he left the human settlements behind as he stubbornly and resolutely charged towards a certain place in the west.
As for the mutated beasts that were scattered on the road, upon sensing Evil Hooves' aura, they sped up to complete their harvest. They rushed out of the human villages and followed closely behind Saetans as he charged towards an unknown region in the distance.
Under the night sky, a small mutated beast's attack route was mysteriously born!
With a single leap, Evil Hooves pounced onto a small hill and suddenly stopped. With a cold and cruel gaze, he swept his gaze across the pitch-black human village not far away.
He could faintly sense the auras of three souls of varying strengths. In the surroundings of the village, he could also sense the scent of some elemental lifeforms.
If the other party was too weak, Evil Hooves wouldn't have come all the way here to issue a warning.
In his perception, the auras of the Magi hidden in the village had reached a level that even he had to pay attention to and be vigilant of. Hence, before the final hunt, he had to first eliminate the unstable factors in the surroundings.
These weak Magi were undoubtedly a bunch of annoying little bugs. Not only were they annoying, they were also repulsive!
Although their auras had reached the limit of what this plane could contain, Evil Hooves had always looked down on Magi, so he didn't treat them as his true opponents.
After all, Magi were mostly born from intelligent races with low innate potential.
They were either physically weak or had weak spiritual force, and they had all sorts of flaws that made people turn their noses up at them. With such a race and such a foundation, even if they were to forcefully raise their soul strength to rank 4, in the eyes of the great Saetans? In Evil Hooves' eyes, they were still in the category of 'prey'.
However, today, Evil Hooves had already found another easier prey. Hence, he had lost interest in hunting and killing these thorny prey.
However, Evil Hooves didn't want his momentary 'mercy' to cause these Magi to think ill of him and disrupt his feast of flesh and blood. Hence, some necessary warnings and suppression were necessary!
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