Chapter 1419
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Perhaps the influence of the plane's consciousness had played a part in this.
However, Grimm's rise was too fast, to the point that even the plane's consciousness felt uneasy. Perhaps it would not be long before the plane's consciousness began to suppress and divide him.
It was precisely because he stood at a high enough level and had a broad view of the world that Grimm had a foresight that far surpassed the narrow vision of ordinary Magi. However, in his eyes, the plane's consciousness had lost its mysterious and lofty status. Instead, it had become a potential enemy in the future.
Therefore, while the other wizards were passionately 'resisting' the invasion of the calamity creatures, Grim was carefully calculating his gains and losses, which was a little out of tune with the atmosphere of the scene.
The aura of disaster was retreating step by step.
The power of disaster occupied the bottom of Ink Abyss Valley, frantically gathering and struggling, trying to break through the suppression of the Magus World's consciousness. The four Lesser Disaster Lords also began to move, slowly moving towards the front of the battlefield.
An earth-shattering decisive battle was imminent!
At this moment, Grimm's brows furrowed slightly. He could vaguely sense a trace of danger.
Just as he patted his chest and was about to transform into a Flame Giant, a somewhat old and familiar figure suddenly appeared above the valley.
"Don't be nervous, kid. I'm not here to fight you this time!"
The familiar old face, the familiar simple Magus robe, the familiar pointed hat, and the familiar aura of laws … It was the mysterious old Magus who had fought with Grimm before!
He was still dressed the same, but his aura did not seem to be as stable as before. Through this, Grimm was even more certain that this was just a projection of a great Magus.
The old wizard hovered in the air and peeked down into the rift valley. When he sensed the extremely strong aura of disaster from the four Lesser Disaster Lords, he couldn't help but reveal a grim smile on his face.
"Kid, let's make a deal. If I help you deal with this monster, can you give me the heart of the Multi-armed Giant? "
"The heart of the Multi-armed Giant?" Grimm asked curiously.
His opponent was as small as a mosquito in his eyes, and it was as if he could kill him on the spot with a single slap. However, Grimm could sense a gigabyte of magical energy within his opponent's body. It was a power he had never seen before.
However, after the last War of Laws, the other party seemed to have expended too much mental energy, and when he swept up this magical energy that he had absorbed from who knew where, he seemed to be like a small cow pulling a cart. He became abnormally active and extremely unstable.
"Yes! There were a total of four monsters below. The Multi-Armed Giant and the Ten-Headed Grimace were originally Level-5, while the Gigantic Winged Naga and the Sandstorm Evil Spirit were originally Level-4. If it was outside of the plane, I'm afraid that even if all the Magi of the plane gathered together, it would be difficult to kill one of them, let alone a nest of them. " The old Sorcerer sneered, "Now that they have the guts to enter the Magus World, we can take advantage of the time when their strength is suppressed to make them stay …"
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