The sacrificial ceremony was nearing its end, and the Will of Flame was slowly fading away.
Grimm seemed to suddenly remember something, and he asked loudly, "Great Will of Flame, if I want to become the Flame Monarch, what grade of item do I need to offer you?"
"Flame Monarch? If you want to gain my recognition and become one of the rulers of this world, you need to offer at least 20 Shards of Divinity … Of course, if it's the Shard of Flame, 15 is enough! "
20 Shards of Divinity … Wasn't that the full power of a Grade 6 God?
He, a mere Grade 5 Fire Wizard, had skinned a Grade 6 God alive like a whale, and even kept all of the other party's power … No matter how conceited and confident Grimm was, he did not dare hope that he could accomplish such an unbelievable feat.
Sensing the Will of Flame disappear, Grimm put away the Divine Fire Bead, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood there and waited silently.
The sacrificial ceremony had gone too smoothly, too normal, and it seemed to deviate from what he had sensed before. Had he sensed wrongly, or had he overlooked something during the process?
Grimm pondered in silence, and he silently probed …
However, just as Grim was feeling suspicious, an inexplicable mental message suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Hey, kid, do you have any more treasures of this level? If you do, offer them to me. I'll definitely give you something better than that Will of Flame! "
Hearing this voice, Grimm's expression changed drastically. His expression was one of shock, but there was also a trace of certainty that it was as he had expected.
Grimm closed his eyes and carefully examined his mind, but he still could not find the source of the mental message. All he knew was that it had suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Kid, don't bother looking for me. My body has long since ceased to exist, and only a remnant of my soul is left wandering this land. I'll be blunt, kid, you're currently stepping on my body! " The mental undulations that had appeared out of nowhere were so obscure and weak. Just the strength of this aura alone could not even be considered a Grade 1 God.
"Sir, you should be the powerful Grade 8 Lord of Flames that fell in the history of the Fire Elemental Plane, right? Have you found a way to resurrect him? "Grimm never dared to underestimate these high-level existences.
Each of these old monsters possessed strange secret arts and forbidden techniques.
If an old monster that had been dead for tens of thousands of years could be resurrected, Grim would not be surprised at all. Instead, he would treat it as a matter of course.
"You … You know me?" The mental message fluctuated.
"I don't know much! However, since I dared to choose this place as my private territory, I must have done all the research beforehand. Am I right, Lord Gumenrath? "Grim said half-jokingly.
On the other side, the spiritual message suddenly disappeared. It was as if a person had suddenly stopped breathing and lost all the fluctuations.
Grim didn't find it strange and waited in silence.
Perhaps a minute or a quarter of an hour had passed, or perhaps a day and a night had passed … As Grim waited patiently, the mental message suddenly resounded in his mind again.
"You haven't left … Why, kid?"
When this voice sounded in his mind, a victorious smile appeared on Grim's face, "Because I'm waiting for your decision!"
"Decision? Decision about what? "
"Decide if you're going to walk this path of no return!"
"Kid, your strength isn't much, but your courage is not small … A mere Grade 5 fellow actually dares to interfere in a conflict between Grade 8 beings? Hmm, should I say that you're fearless because you're ignorant, or that your audacity has reached an inconceivable level? "
"Of course it's the latter!" Grim smiled, "I know the consequences of working with you. However, if we only keep in contact, it shouldn't alarm your former enemies, right? "
"Enemies? My enemies aren't in this plane … Furthermore, I've been dead for tens of thousands of years. It's a problem if they even remember me! "
"Good, very good … Then the biggest problem that affects our cooperation is … What is your relationship with the Will of Flame? Can it tolerate your resurrection? "
The mysterious spiritual undulations suddenly stopped, and only recovered after a long while.
"Kid, my enemies back then weren't the Will of Fire, but the Titans … Those damned bastards. They used the excuse of cleaning up the malignant tumors of the various planes to destroy my soul. My Divine Kingdom collapsed, and I was forced to sleep for so many years …" Leylin's eyes widened.
"Respected Lord Gmanreth, your enemies are too powerful. I'm just a mere Grade 5 Magus, and under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be willing to get involved in your feud. So, I need to get a clear answer now … What is the relationship between you and the Will of Flame? "
"What else? Of course … We don't restrict each other!" The mysterious aura suddenly dimmed a little. "I was once a member of the Flame Lords, and I even reached the level of a Flame Lord at my strongest. I was only one step away from becoming a true Flame Lord … It's a pity that the damned Titans came looking for me at that time …"
"They definitely wouldn't allow a true king to be born in the Elemental Plane, so they killed me and destroyed all traces of my existence. However, I'm still the most powerful existence in this world, and even the laws of this plane contain the aura of my soul … So, after tens of thousands of years, I've finally regained consciousness from the power of laws. However, it'll take a very long time for my strength to recover … "
"The Will of Flame won't interfere with my freedom, but it won't help me anymore. It allows my consciousness to hide around the Molten Fire Altar, but it doesn't care. If I have the chance to resurrect and become the true King of Flames, it'll have the chance to suppress the other three elemental planes and become the strongest voice … So, it'll be happy to see that happen! "
Damn it … King of Flames … Elemental Lord … What are these things?
I'm just a mere Grade 5 Magus, when did I get involved in something like this …
Grimm wailed in his heart as he casually cut off the connection with the mysterious spiritual undulations and turned to walk down the altar.
He had no interest in participating in the death of some big shots in the plane. With his weak body as a Grade 5 Magus, he wouldn't even be able to be considered cannon fodder in such a scheme. If he really got on the good side of this' former 'Lord of Flames, he might not even know how he died.
"Kid, don't be in such a hurry to reject me. We can talk … "The spiritual undulations were extremely strange. Grimm had clearly cut off the connection with it, but it still appeared in his mind.
Grimm did not hesitate and cut off the connection again.
"I can give you benefits …"
He cut off the connection again.
"The benefits I can give you are definitely more than the Will of Flame …"
He continued to cut off the connection.
"I still have the remnants of the divine kingdom's treasury …" The spiritual undulations seemed to be driven mad by Grimm, and finally stretched their necks and roared out.
However, what was strange was that after this roar, Grimm did not cut off the spiritual connection with it.
"The remnants of the divine kingdom's treasury …" Grimm could not help but mutter.
He had once been a Grade 8 Lord of Flames. His divine kingdom had been destroyed, and his body had dissipated, leaving behind only a remnant soul. However, as long as there was a little bit of the treasury left, even if it was just some scraps, it was enough to make Grim's imagination run wild.
He knew that these things would burn his hands, and if he did not handle them properly, he would end up in trouble. However, the greed and desire in the depths of his soul made Grimm stop in his tracks. He lowered his head and began to calculate.
"Kid, if you work with me, you won't lose out … You sacrificed two divine shards for the Will of Flame to give you that. If it was me, I'll definitely give you more than the Will of Flame! " The spiritual undulations seemed to have found a way, and they immediately began to tempt Grimm.
Grimm suddenly raised his head, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face. He actually ignored Gumenreth's words and walked straight to the teleportation formation in the distance.
"Hey, come back … Kid, come back!"
The spiritual undulations were furious, and the rolling waves of fire even stirred up the lava lake.
But it was a pity that no matter how it roared, Grimm still left without a care in the world.
Finally, as the white light of the teleportation formation lit up, the Molten Altar regained its peace!
…
Wizard World, Crimson Wing.
This was the twelfth year since Grimm left this world.
The scattered forest of towers that had experienced many changes in power structure finally calmed down. With the Horton Wizard Academy led by the Crimson Family, it gradually showed signs of rising in the central continent.
The new and ambitious Crimson Wizards gradually climbed up the leadership ranks, while some of the 'old fellows' who could not keep up with the family's advancement were eliminated, becoming stepping stones for the family's development.
In a luxurious room on the top floor of the Wizard's Pagoda, the Gnome Great Sage Kabi was lying on his back on a large, soft bed. His entire body was about to sink into the soft silk bedding.
Beside him was a room full of green-skinned goblins.
Among them, there were Goblin Sorcerers with Wizard Staffs, Magic Machinists with small mini puppets on their shoulders, and Mechanical Warlocks who exuded a bloodthirsty aura … However, most of them were managers or leaders of the Chamber of Commerce dressed like merchants.
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