War God Calendar, Year 683, 11th June.
It was an incomparably tranquil and peaceful sunset.
In a primeval forest near the east coast, the sky was filled with a faint purple glow. The Envik Continent, which had been bustling for a day, gradually quieted down.
However, just as the birds returned to the forest and everything was silent, the sky uncharacteristically brightened up once more.
A strange crackling sound resounded throughout the world, and the sky looked as if it had been pierced by a huge burning torch. It was bright red, and one could see a continuous sea of flames everywhere.
The crack in the sky grew larger and larger, and three inconspicuous black dots flew out from the huge shadow of the void. They turned into three meteors and fell to different corners of the world.
The heavenly flames burned, and the earth trembled.
Wrapped in the violent and ferocious Void Hurricane, Grimm was like a spinning top that was repeatedly whipped by a long whip. He spun crazily while tumbling uncontrollably in the sky.
The sky was above, and the earth was below; the earth was above, and the sky was below …
The world in front of him was spinning wildly, and the sky and earth were constantly changing. Even with Grimm's physique, he felt dizzy and nauseous.
The earth flew past him quickly, and mountains and rivers appeared one after another. Before he could see them clearly, they had already disappeared at the edge of his vision. Grimm turned into a fiery meteor, piercing through the clouds and dragging a long scarlet tail behind him as he crashed into the earth.
If not for the flame barrier protecting him from the void hurricane, even if his body was made of steel, he would have been blown into pieces by the terrifying hurricane as he passed through the spatial crack.
A Tier 3 Sorcerer!
Grimm was only able to survive this inhuman encounter by relying on his strong physique as a Tier 3 Sorcerer. He continued to roll as he crashed into the earth.
* Boom … *
An earth-shattering sound rang out, and a large part of the forest was smashed into smithereens, sending rocks flying and dust flying.
Amidst the continuous crackling sounds, a series of tall ancient trees slowly fell, and the heavenly flames ignited them and began to burn intensely. And at the end of this long and clear path of fire, a tall and mighty flame giant crawled out of the scorched black pit, silently surveying the surrounding scenery.
At the last moment before he fell, Grimm transformed into a Flame Giant, which allowed him to avoid the damage caused to his body by the fierce impact. Looking around, he realized that he was in a completely unfamiliar area. Not to mention where he was, he couldn't even tell which direction he was in.
Grimm raised his head and looked at the charred marks he left behind when he fell from the sky. A cold glint flashed in his flaming eyes.
Hmph, as soon as he entered Envik Plane, that damned old woman gave him a show of strength.
According to the normal procedure, he was supposed to sneak into Envik Bitwall with the other two Deception Witches through the space-time fissure. In terms of safety and concealment, it was much better than the current situation.
However, a sudden Void Storm disrupted their smuggling plans, and the three of them were involuntarily swept to different regions of Envic Plane.
If it was in the past, Grimm would only curse his bad luck. But now, he could clearly sense that this world was cursing him and entangling him with a deep malice. And the energy aura on his body was shrinking and drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This world doesn't like me!
Grimm sighed faintly.
No plane would like an uninvited intruder … Especially when this intruder had a trace of the plane's consciousness imprint that it hated the most.
The bright yellow flames on his body gradually extinguished. Under the suppression of the Plane World, Grimm had no choice but to withdraw from his flaming body and turn back into a body of flesh and blood.
The flames were extinguished, and the mountain wind was bitingly cold.
The body of the Red Mantis Fruit, under the cold mountain wind, unexpectedly felt an inexplicable chill.
His original clothes had been destroyed in the Heavenly Flames, and he had no choice but to take out a new set of traveler's clothes from his Storage Ring and put them on. As soon as he was done with this, a low roar came from the forest not far away, and a huge grizzly bear slowly emerged from it.
The moment the grey bear emerged from the forest, it roared at Grimm, who was standing upright on the ground. It lowered its body, and with heavy footsteps, it charged at him.
It had a large body, greyish-brown fur, a low roar, and a large bloody mouth … But what attracted Grimm's attention the most were its blood-red eyes.
Hmph, it's just a beast driven by the instincts of the Plane Consciousness!
If it still had intelligence, why would it charge at a Grade 3 Magus so foolishly? Only when the instincts of the Plane Consciousness covered its original consciousness would it lose its beast's keen sense of danger, and make such a suicidal move.
Grimm snorted coldly, and raised his right hand. A large amount of fire element quickly gathered in his palm, forming a scarlet elemental fireball.
"Eh …" Grimm let out a soft cry of surprise, and could not help but turn his attention to the fireball in his hand.
With his strength as a Grade 3 Fire Magus, even an elemental fireball formed casually would have a power of at least 300 degrees. Moreover, with his will, the elemental fireball could be imbued with fire poison, ice flames, and other elemental effects.
But now, Grimm could clearly see that the elemental fireball in his hand only had a power of around 130 degrees, which was comparable to that of a Grade 1 Elite Magus.
Damn it, the Plane Suppression here is so strong …
While Grim was in a trance, the grizzly bear had already pounced in front of him with a gust of wind.
Those blood-red eyes, that deafening roar, those terrifying sharp fangs … They were all within reach!
"Scram!"
There was no time to throw the elemental fireball in his hand. Grimm let out a roar, and clenched his left hand into a fist and punched the grey bear's bloody mouth.
With a series of cracking sounds of bones breaking, the 400kg Raging Grizzly Bear, which was 3 meters tall when it stood up, was like a heavy sandbag thrown by a giant. It stumbled along the way, crushed countless bushes, knocked down two tall ancient trees, and barely stopped.
Grimm threw the fireball in his right hand, and it exploded into a huge fireball when it collided with the grey bear's body.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt fur, and there was a faint smell of roasted meat.
"A.I. Chip, how's the self-examination?"
[Beep. Self-examination completed. Host's current stats are as follows:]
[Strength 18 + 2 (12 + 2), Vitality 21 + 1 (10 + 1), Agility 11 + 1 (6 + 1), Spirit 32 + 4 (12 + 4) …]
[Note: The Host's current maximum strength is in brackets.]
Seeing these stats, Grimm could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Didn't this mean that he could only display the strength of a Grade 1 Elite Magus?
Fortunately, he had never given up on cultivating his body's basic attributes. Although his basic stats had been reduced by more than half, his overall strength was still not to be underestimated. At the very least, this grey bear with only 7 points in strength and 8 points in vitality was no match for him.
It was precisely because Grimm's strength was 7 points higher than the grey bear's that he was able to produce such a shocking 'repelling' effect.
In the end, Grimm was still a Grade 3 Magus. Even without the terrifying fire spell from before, just his divine strength and sturdy physique were enough to sweep through a primeval forest that did not have many wild magic beasts.
Perhaps they were shocked by Grimm's power in killing the Grizzly Bear, but the sounds of wild beasts running and growling could be heard in the forest. None of the creatures dared to approach Grimm.
"A.I. Chip, how's the analysis of the laws of this world going?" Grimm asked with a frown.
As a Grade 3 Magus, losing more than half of his strength had made his soul and body feel uncomfortable and irritated.
[Analysis of the laws of the world has begun. Current progress: 1%. Estimated duration: 107 hours 33 minutes 24 seconds …]
107 hours? Based on the length of day and night in this plane, that was only 4 days. At that time, he would be able to unleash 80% of his basic combat power.
As for 100%, that was not something he could even dream of.
After all, this was a different plane. The environment and concentration of magic here were similar to that of the Wizard World, but not completely the same. Grimm had already maximized the advantage of the A.I. Chip to be able to unleash 80% of his combat power.
Those Elemental Magi without the help of the A.I. Chip would be lucky if they could even unleash 60% of their combat power. This was the main reason why so many Magi viewed infiltrating other planes as the most dangerous job.
Leaving the familiar environment, the protection of the Wizard's Pagoda and the Wizard Beasts, one's combat power would be reduced by half. Even those little fellows that could be easily killed would become extremely difficult to deal with. If they were to meet another opponent of the same level, their safety would be even more uncertain.
Hence, no Magus would like to fight alone deep in the enemy's territory unless they had no other choice.
Calming himself down, Grimm checked his equipment. He could not help but think of the two Magi who had infiltrated the Envik Plane with him. One was a level 2, the other a level 3. They seemed to have been blown apart by the Void Hurricane before they separated, and no one knew where they ended up in this world.
With their abilities, it was impossible for them to die.
The problem was that the most important Teleportation Spell Formation was still with the level 2 Magus. If anything happened to her, his plan to return to the Wizard World would be ruined.
Hence, it was better to meet up with them as soon as possible.
Having made up his mind, Grim bent down and grabbed a handful of black soil from under his feet. He then started chanting some obscure witchcraft incantations.
After half a cup of tea's time, Grimm finally managed to condense a Wizard Spirit from the soil without any consciousness of its own.
The Wizard Spirit floated in front of Grimm, looking like an illusory human face formed from faint white smoke. The human face was expressionless, silently waiting for Grimm's question.
"Tell me where the nearest human city is."
The white smoke turned into a small arrow and pointed in a certain direction. Before Grimm could ask a second question, it silently dispersed.
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