Just as Flame Tiger Sindar left, the crater of the volcano that had completely collapsed was filled with rubble. A tall figure swayed as he walked out, seemingly dragging something behind him.
Grimm glanced at the figure and realized that the elemental equipment was on the verge of being scrapped. Its entire body was in tatters, and there were ghastly claw marks and scratches all over it. Many of the important parts of the armor were almost destroyed, and the core magic circle was exposed in front of everyone.
In its right hand was Katy, who looked even more pitiful than Grimm.
At this moment, he was like a broken rag bag, dragged out of the pile of rubble by a few metal tentacles that extended from the back of the elemental magic machine like a dead dog.
It had to be said that a Grade 3 Mechanic Sorcerer was really tough. Even though she was injured to this extent, she was not completely dead. There was still a weak breath of life left in her body.
Grimm condensed a violent fireball, intending to kill the mechanical sorceress who had been fighting with him for the longest time. However, when he saw the strange mechanical skeleton exposed on her abdomen, he hesitated for a moment and threw the fireball far away.
The Silver-tier knight who was struggling to escape from the mudslide and the erupting lava did not even have the time to see the situation clearly before he was killed on the spot by the violent fireball that was charging towards him.
A moment later, a milky white holy light carried the remaining soul of the Silver-tier knight and entered the new Soul Gathering Crystal on Grimm's waist.
At this moment, the branches and leaves in the distant forest shook. A large group of oddly shaped creatures rushed out from the depths of the forest, stopping at the edge of the magma area where the flames had yet to extinguish. Immediately after, the two of them separated, revealing a huge, hideous, and terrifying beast.
Remy, the Plague Spirit, was sitting on the back of the beast, arrogantly passing through the ranks of the Plague Beasts.
Grimm could only know what Remy had done over the years through their soul connection. Now that there was no longer any barrier between them, he immediately understood what Remy had done.
Grimm might not have cared about anything else, but the strange figure behind Remy had attracted his attention.
It couldn't be helped. All the other Pestilence Beasts were obedient like frightened subjects in front of Remy. Only this guy quietly stood behind Remy and enjoyed the glory of riding with him.
It was a humanoid monster about 1.5 meters tall. Its skin was festering and covered with disgusting bodily fluids. From its appearance, it looked like a skinned human female. The pair of black pouches on its chest indicated its gender.
Festering skin, sticky body fluids, exposed dark red flesh, terrifying sunken hole-like nostrils, terrifying scarlet eyes, and hands and feet that had evolved into sharp claws … 'She' might have been a human female once, but now she had become an out-and-out monster.
Although the monster had been modified beyond recognition, Grim could still recognize her from the familiar outline of her face.
That old hag Guinevere …
No, that old hag Guinevere had completely disappeared. The only thing that survived in her place was a rank 3 plague beast that obeyed Remy's orders. Judging from its active consciousness and elemental waves, it was a high-rank plague beast with its own consciousness.
No matter what, Gwenneville was still a rank 3 Poison Sorcerer. Just a moment of carelessness had caused her to fall into the enemy's hands in this remote, foreign plane. Not only had she lost her dignity as a wizard, but she had also become a walking corpse that obeyed the orders of others.
Even Grim could not help but sigh inwardly whenever he thought about the drastic change in their circumstances!
However, Grimm did not have any regrets regarding the old hag's fate. After all, they were on different sides. If he had fallen into the enemy's hands, the consequences would have been even worse.
Leaving the plague army at the edge of the forest, Remy brought the modified 'old hag' to Grimm's side on a huge plague beast and tossed him a storage ring.
This was the ring that the old hag originally wore, and now it was in Remy's hands.
Grimm scanned the ring and picked out some of the more rare and strange items, moving them into his own storage ring. He did not touch the rest and tossed them back to Remy.
Remy was now able to lead an army on his own, and he needed a large storage container. This storage ring came at the perfect time.
As Grimm's soul equipment, Remy's existence was also very unique.
Grimm could either recall it into his soul origin and use it as a powerful pestilence tool, or he could let it move around on its own and develop according to his will. Judging from the strange abilities that Remy had evolved, it was indeed suitable to develop on its own.
After all, Grimm knew nothing about the so-called plague, and it would be difficult for him to guide it. Thus, it was better to treat it as a clone that obeyed his orders.
Once the matter was settled, Grimm exited from his transformed state. Following the deterioration of his physique, the hidden dangers in his body began to attack him, causing him to howl in pain.
Grimm pulled open his robe and could clearly see that his tall and muscular body was covered with numerous scars and wounds. Most of the wounds were covered with strange black, grey, or purplish-red starlight.
Every time a wound healed under the support of his super high vitality, the starlight would explode and tear open the wound that had just healed. If he did not disperse the starlight bit by bit, it would be a delusion if he wanted to heal the wounds on his body with just his physical strength alone.
Apart from the wounds on the surface, Grimm's internal organs were occupied by all kinds of curses and strange poisons. If not for the fact that they could not invade his heart, brain, spine, lungs, and other important organs, Grimm would not have been able to stand on his own.
It was time to find a place to rest!
Mount Gansus was now in ruins. The towering crater had been blown into pieces, and the volcanic rocks poured down, burying the lava pool under a thick pile of rubble. The energy within the volcano had long been drained, and it was no longer as wild and violent as before. All that was left was a column of gray smoke that seeped out from the cracks in the rocks, dyeing the sky above the volcano a gloomy gray.
After such a fierce battle, it was no longer suitable to stay here.
Furthermore, a tier-2 Silver-tier Paladin had just been slain at the mouth of the volcano. This meant that the Paladins had already extended their reach to this place.
It was no longer safe here!
Grimm kept his elemental magic equipment and followed Remy into the forest under the protection of the plague beasts. He was heading towards a nest that the latter had secretly placed in the forest.
… …
Everything that happened in the Envik Realm was being watched by the two Witches of Destiny.
When they received news from afar through their own methods, their emotions were naturally different.
Naturally, Alice did not know how angry the first Witch of Destiny would be. However, she was overjoyed in her heart. She was extremely certain about this.
The Fog of Destiny that shrouded the Divination Crystal had mostly dissipated, and the path of destiny that was revealed indicated that Grimm would return in a few days. For this, Alice held a special prayer ceremony, and with the power of the Scepter of Prophecy, she once again sent a blessing to Grimm through the air.
Alice knew that her 'meager' power could not be compared to that of the Great Witch Mesa, and she could not dispel the Power of Misfortune that she had placed on Grimm. However, through this method, she could still help Grimm to offset part of the impact of the Power of Misfortune.
Otherwise, under the all-out curse of a Great Witch, even the smallest misfortune that could befall Grimm would have a high probability of happening.
Perhaps the Witches of Destiny could not directly curse a person to death, but they could definitely make a person extremely unlucky!
Don't be fooled by the fact that the wizard was running amuck in the Envic Plane. He was invincible, and he looked mighty and insufferably arrogant. However, once he fell into the Vortex of Misfortune, something bad would happen at any moment. Encountering a ghost was a small matter, but encountering a Grade 4 Holy Knight was not a small matter!
Pouring the power of destiny from the distant Astral Seas into Envik's plane, changing the course of the plane's world and pushing for certain things to happen 'inevitably' required a great amount of destiny power. Furthermore, the consciousness of the Envik Realm itself would not allow an outsider to interfere with its internal system. With the two forces in a stalemate, the originally clear path of destiny became increasingly chaotic.
The origin consciousness of a small plane, a powerful Witch of Fate, and a weak Alice who was still gritting her teeth and persevering … The originally peaceful and smooth trajectory of fate had been twisted and pulled by the three powers, completely deviating from its original trajectory. It rumbled as it flew in a direction that no one could control or predict …
The only thing Alice could do now was to try her best to increase Grimm's Luck.
In any case, no matter where the train of destiny went, the more powerful one was, the more chaotic the situation would be!
And this chaotic situation was reflected in the Envik Realm. While Grimm and Remy were running through the dense forest with the plague beasts, in another direction separated by a small river, two powerful Grade 4 Holy Knights were leading a large group of Holy Knights towards Mount Gansus.
Under the guidance of the chaotic fate, this powerful team of Holy Knights had tried to cross the river countless times, but they always gave up due to various reasons.
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