Magus World, the Blazing Flame Monarch.
In that unique independent space, Grim sat silently in front of the table, reading the Book of Wisdom.
Now, he had already flipped to the seventh page.
Every page he read brought him indescribable benefits and great rewards.
It was a pity that the Book of Wisdom had an owner!
Before he got rid of the God of Wisdom, Jero, he would not be able to completely subdue it and decipher the mysteries within. Hence, every time he read, it was a battle of wits and courage with his spiritual force.
If he won, he would be able to decipher many fragments of high-ranked knowledge regarding the mysteries of the world and planes. Of course, it could also be knowledge of divine spells that he could not use at the moment.
If he wanted to obtain more, he would need to constantly fight with the Book of Wisdom, continuously separating and analysing the corresponding fragments of knowledge. He would then do his best to piece them together into a complete jigsaw puzzle of knowledge.
If he failed, he would have to suffer the backlash of the Book of Wisdom, suffering a certain degree of damage to his spirit.
Fortunately, this was a completely independent space, and the connection between the Book of Wisdom and the God of Wisdom was cut off. Hence, the backlash he had to bear was not unbearable.
Even better, he had the A.I. Chip's help.
Even if he only separated a portion of the knowledge fragments, he could use it to compare with the Magus system and analyse many high-ranked secret knowledge that was useful to him.
Hence, Grim's spiritual undulations were abnormally frequent these days.
His spiritual force would either explosively increase due to his gains, or he would become abnormally weak due to the backlash … Every day, he would hover between the peaks and valleys, suffering mental torture.
However, with this stimulation, his spiritual force grew rapidly.
It was precisely because his spiritual force fluctuated unpredictably that he did not dare to leave the Blazing Flame Monarch easily, much less appear to fight others.
Even when Mary was in danger in another world, and even when Steel City was attacked, Grim had only sent out some reinforcements. He could not take the risk himself. After all, with his broken spiritual force, it would be difficult for him to fully recover without decades of meticulous nursing.
Before that, he could not fight against any enemies of rank 4!
After reading the seventh page of the Wisdom Bible seriously and meticulously, Grim's heart jolted slightly. He quickly closed the book and left the alternate dimension in a hurry. As soon as he exited the alternate dimension, Grimm's body turned into a ball of fire and he appeared in another secret Witchcraft Room.
The furnishings here were even simpler. There was only a greyish-white stone chair.
Below the stone chair, the floor of the secret chamber was covered with densely packed and unusually complicated Sorcery Array Glyphs.
Grimm sat on the stone chair without hesitation and activated the spell formation beneath his feet.
The entire secret chamber quickly dimmed, and with the projection and changes of the light and shadow in the glyph formation, a strange scene of another region appeared.
This was a towering and majestic city.
Leaning against the mountain, the buildings were built layer by layer, with distinct levels.
All the buildings were made of stone blocks. Although they were simple and crude, they had a kind of rough and forceful grandeur. At the top of the tall stone platforms, an even taller and more magnificent mysterious palace sat at the top of the mountain, overlooking the majestic city below as well as the green forest around it that undulated like waves.
The Shadow Fiend that Grimm's mental force was attached to was currently hiding in the crown of a tall ancient tree in the dense forest. Using the shade of the trees as cover, he looked at the Giant Demon City in the distance.
"Master, we've found traces of Lady Mary. Should we go and meet up with her now?" The Shadow Fiend sent a mental message.
Both of them were in two different dimensions. Only by using the power of the Wizard's Pagoda's Glyph Spell Formation could they barely maintain the same flow of time and space and carry out simple mental communication.
"There's no need to meet up with her. Let's go look for the Winged Serpent God directly!" Grimm said decisively.
Mary was actually very narrow-minded. Even if she knew that Grimm sent the Shadow Fiend here to care for her and protect her, as a Blood Lord who had many Blood Breeds under his command, she would definitely reject it deep down in her heart if she needed Grimm's help to take down a 'small' Totem God!
Because of his understanding of Mary, Grimm did not plan to let the Shadow Fiend meet up with her.
Of course, he had to help, but as for how he would help, Grim planned to do it according to his own thoughts and rhythm!
Under Grimm's command, the Shadow Fiend slipped into the darkness without hesitation, using the shadows to quickly sneak toward the Giant Demon City.
The battle outside the Giant Demon City was still going on like wildfire.
Mary led a large group of Blood Tribe members and the Blood Thralls she had just subdued, engaging in a crazy battle with the Giant Demon Warriors and Giant Demon Hunters deep in the forest. Every day, a large number of injured people would be carried out from the forest and sent back to the Giant Demon City for treatment.
The terrifying plague was still spreading in the Giant Demon City. It had even infected nearly half of the Giant Demon civilians in the middle and lower levels.
Grimm attached himself to the Shadow Fiend's mental consciousness. Through its eyes, he passed through the lower levels of the Giant Demon City. He saw the Giant Demon infected lying in the stone houses, wailing in pain.
No matter if they were male or female, old or young, strong or weak, once they were infected, they could only be left alone in the stone houses, waiting for death to come. It was precisely because of the Giant Demon Race's strong physique and tenacious vitality that they had to endure more pain and torture.
Grimm even commanded the Shadow Fiend to sneak into a few stone houses and inspect some of the infected Giant Demons at close range. He then silently praised Mary.
Although Mary was usually careless, a little crude, and had a bad temper, her talent in war was not bad. This was because Grimm had discovered the tendency to mutate in several of the infected, and the time was almost synchronized.
This meant that Mary's battle with the Giant Demons on the periphery was actually just a delaying tactic. She was actually waiting for the full outbreak of the plague. In order to avoid alerting the Giant Demons too early, she even asked Remy to delay the outbreak of the early stage of the plague.
According to Grimm's observation of the epidemic, the plague would break out in the entire Giant Demon City in three days!
At that time, most of the Giant Demons would be killed by the plague, and half of them would turn into terrible servant corpses, causing a bloody massacre in the Giant Demon City.
At that time, Mary would lead the Blood Kindred and drive the servant corpses into the nest of the Feathered Serpent God.
This kind of tactic could indeed push the odds of victory to the highest possible level!
In this regard, Mary had already made very appropriate arrangements. Even if Grimm came personally, there was nothing he could do to improve it. Therefore, he planned to think of a way to weaken the Feathered Serpent God's strength by himself.
This could be considered as helping Mary from the side!
The Shadow Fiend lurked in the darkness, jumping from one shadow to another, silently passing through the inner parts of the Troll City. As it moved higher and higher on the platform, it saw that the Giant Demons were much better in terms of clothing and equipment than those at the lower levels.
The higher it went, the fewer Giant Demons infected by the plague.
Grimm even found strange cauldrons simmering with thick green broth in many places, the choking and pungent smell of herbs wafting out.
Although this crude herbal broth could not completely kill the plague bacteria, it could effectively suppress their activity. This also reduced the contagion and outbreak rate of the plague!
Hmph, I didn't expect these Witch Doctors to have some tricks up their sleeves … Looks like I need to help them reduce their population!
Grimm cursed silently as he guided the Shadow Fiend to leap through the shadows, silently searching for the leader of the Witch Doctors.
As expected, in a mushroom hut on the highest platform, Grimm found a hunchbacked old Witch Doctor holding a strange wooden staff.
The small and dim hut was filled with the thick smell of blood and pungent smell of herbs. A dozen Giant Demon women were quietly retreating. The blood of the Giant Demon's heads that had been chopped off were piled up together, looking strangely ferocious and terrifying.
Next to the Flesh and Blood Sacrifice were the twisted bodies of five Ape Men. Their throats had been cut open, and there were huge bloody holes in their chests. Their blood and hearts had been placed on the blood skulls, becoming the offerings to the great Feathered Serpent God.
Right in the middle of the offerings, there was a long spear dripping with blood. The spear was shining with a strange five-colored radiance that only a high-grade weapon could have.
That old shaman, Yek, had just held the blood sacrifice ceremony for a whole day and night. At this moment, he was exhausted, lying on one side of the house. He kept taking out some pungent grass pancakes and poisonous scorpions with weird patterns on their bodies from a coarse clay pot beside him. After chewing for a few times, he straightened his neck and swallowed them.
As soon as the Shadow Fiend that Grimm had possessed sneaked into the hut, the Blood Dripping Spear vibrated on its own despite the absence of wind, producing a crisp sound.
The old Witch Doctor Yek was stunned. He quickly scanned the hut with his murky yellow eyes, but he didn't find any intruders or anything unusual.
Was it a false alarm from the sacred weapon? The possibility was not high!
After all, the Blood Dripping Spear was a fourth-grade sacred weapon given by the Feathered Serpent God himself. It had all kinds of strange powers that others couldn't imagine. Therefore, Yek didn't dare to ignore its sudden warning.
It was said that those intruders could turn into tiny red bats and spy for information. Could it be that there were enemies here as well?
The old Witch Doctor Yek snorted coldly. He pulled out a palm-sized puppet from his belt and threw it on the ground. Black smoke flashed, and a giant mosquito with strange patterns flew up from the ground.
It was as big as a human head, and its sharp mouth and slim legs were shining with the sharp light of a sharp metal weapon.
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