"Finally, an interesting opponent has appeared in this world."
Above the dark sky, Modus waved his staff, and his beautiful figure floated in the sky. "At your level, you still haven't developed your own witchcraft? You're still using the witchcraft from the era of the three witches. So, how about this? "
"Lily Carnation!"
Whoosh!
A cloud of black fog spread from the ground, forming a towering black plant.
The plant rapidly grew and multiplied on the ground, producing countless branches and roots. Ten meters, a hundred meters, three hundred meters … It pierced through the clouds, stirring up the dark clouds that filled the sky. On the plant, there were mysterious and exquisite black roses spinning. Each rose was comparable to the previous one.
This was the real Flower of Death!
The alchemy airship swung its tail, and countless holy lights exploded on the body of the ship. In an instant, countless transparent torrents flew like golden butterflies, and gathered into a ball, turning into a green tree that pierced the sky.
"Protection of Spring!"
The witchcraft that Kassandra, the Witch of Spring, was instantly activated.
Roses, butterflies, and green trees collided almost at the same time, shining brightly.
Boom!!
In an instant, the sound of metal colliding vibrated wildly in the sky, and spread to the huge green mountains on the ground. The trees on the ground were quickly swept away, cracked, and the mountains were swept by the wind.
The sky trembled, and the earth wailed.
Throughout the entire Rose Kingdom, the young and beautiful women on the streets, dressed in gorgeous and clean clothes, were now screaming in pain, wailing, and despair. Countless tragic voices intertwined.
Countless Level Four and Level Five wizards looked up in horror, waving their staffs to form a barrier to protect the Rose Kingdom from the aftermath of the battle between the two world-class masters in the sky.
…
The Kingdom of Babylon.
A huge layer of water mist rippled in the sky, projecting the battle above the Rose Kingdom.
This was the Level Five witchcraft "Mirror of Spring Mist" that gathered all the wizards in the Babylon Kingdom. Usually, this kind of spying would be discovered by the Rose Kingdom, and this kind of provocation would cause extremely terrible consequences. But now, they did not care about this at all.
This battle would determine the fate of the Babylon Kingdom, and everyone had the right to know.
"If we cannot win, we will perish."
On the street, the Babylonians silently walked out together, looking at the fierce scene in the sky. They put their hands together and silently prayed. Someone in the crowd silently took the lead and hummed the Elegy of Fate.
Boom!
Hurried notes resounded through the sky along with everyone's soft snorts.
It was like the roar of a storm.
The impact of the torrential rain.
Impassioned and passionate.
It was a sad song of human fate, but it was also a hymn of human courage.
…
Above the Babylonian Royal Palace.
All the court witches and ministers remained silent.
The pretty faces of all the witches turned pale as they looked at the projection in the sky that could easily tear them apart. They were so oppressed by that terrifying aura that they couldn't breathe.
"Is this the power of a legendary wizard, the strongest in this world?"
That kind of battle scene had already surpassed everyone's understanding. Perhaps only the ancient Sumer myth, the war before the great flood, the war between Gilgamesh and the gods could compare.
"We will definitely win."
Lilith looked at the terrifying battle in the sky and clenched her staff. Her palms were sweaty too.
She recalled all the times she had spent with this adorable and lively Slime in the past. She had thought that she had seen through everything about him, but she had never imagined that this adorable Slime, who was not arrogant at all, had accumulated such terrifying power!
A complex emotion of awe and pride spread.
She really didn't expect that the little level-4 Slime Wizard who had quietly come to the royal palace decades ago, the little monster who had boasted shamelessly to her, had reached such a terrifying height in such a short time.
…
Elizabeth, the Witch Freemasonry, in a shabby room.
Elizabeth looked at the terrifying scene in the sky. The terrifying and depressing scene only felt her body go cold. She nervously covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to make a sound. She could also feel the little witches behind her hugging her arms tighter and tighter.
"That's … a Slime!!"
"It's our little magic pet!"
Maryse anxiously growled, her pretty face pale. "It's just a Slime! Just a Slime!! Now it's wearing those strange things it made and fighting for us. "
She used to secretly look at it. It was always doing strange things, holding the "wrenches", "screws", and "gears" that he said, and staying in the room all day, excitedly modifying that strange man mechanical creature.
Now, although it was very different, she could still vaguely see the prototype of the mechanical structure from back then.
"Since this thing has appeared, it can't be wrong. It's the mysterious level-6 Wizard that appeared in the royal palace."
Elizabeth bit her pale lips. At first, she thought that she had mistaken it for someone else.
In everyone's eyes, the Slime was just a little level-3 Wizard. These few sisters had been working hard for it all these years, laughing and chatting together, trying to help it break through to level-4.
But no one thought that the Slime had actually reached a terrifying height that the entire Sorcerer World trembled at!
He was actually fighting crazily in the sky with the Monarch of Death, the Great Emperor Medusa!
But now, the little witches would rather it still be that little magic pet, just a little level-3 Wizard, laughing and chatting with them. This heavy pressure was not something a little Slime could bear …
"His promise to us back then, to become the next Great Wizard Emperor, has actually come true."
The witches silently held hands and looked at the misty mirror in the sky of the Babylonian Kingdom. A complex and proud feeling spread wildly in their hearts.
…
Black gas stirred the clouds.
Medusa, the Great Emperor Medusa, used all her strength to cast all kinds of level-6 spells, but this strange man used a terrifying flying beast to block them.
"You obviously don't have any of your own spells, just the spells of the era of the three witches, and you blocked them all? The power of alchemy? You actually opened the legendary Gate of Truth? "
Medusa's face was slightly shocked, but he soon calmed down. "Then, next, I'll show you my true strength. The reason why I'm called the Monarch of Death is because my rose flower can connect the boundary between life and death, breaking the rules of death!"
"My teacher, the three witches, Circe, gave this spell to me because she wanted me to perfect the 'Resurrection of the Dead' spell and break the forbidden domain."
Medusa whispered, "Although I'm still far from perfecting this spell and completely resurrecting the dead, in this world, no one can defeat me, because I can temporarily summon the strongest man in the history of mythology, the legendary Hero King, Gilgamesh."
Gilgamesh!?
In the Kingdom of Babylon, everyone was shocked, and their minds went blank.
Gilgamesh, who lived in the ancient Sumer myth, was known as the strongest man in history, the strongest Hero King who once brandished his sword against God.
He was an Epic. He had reached the legendary realm that even the three witches had not reached back then. He was a Level-7 Epic. The gap of one great realm was terrifying. The three Level-6 witches would be like babies when facing a Level-7 witch. They would be easily destroyed.
"Impossible."
"How can he summon the dead …"
"That's the legendary, terrifying man who was killed by God!!"
In the panic of the crowd, Medusa raised his staff high, and endless magic surged as he softly chanted, "Wandering souls of the world, please listen to the prayers of the living, recall the memories of your life, break through the gates of the underworld, and return to the world of mortals."
"Forbidden Spell! Rose Flower, Gilgamesh! "
Crash!
A crazy black rose flower bloomed, creating layers of ripples in the sky. The flower bud slowly unfolded, as if it was nurturing an extremely terrifying creature.
Then, a handsome giant man formed by black fog walked out, his invisible domineering posture overlooking the world. His face was expressionless, as if he had lost all consciousness. He held the Holy Sword of Civilization, the Sword of Damocles, and slowly swung forward.
"This is, before the great flood, the most ancient Sumer myth, the strongest Hero King who dared to brandish his sword against God!" Li Jiangjiang opened his eyes slightly, his face flashing with shock.
Boom!
In the next second, the sword fell.
It was such a beautiful sword.
At this moment, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, the leaves stopped shaking, and the people on the ground were speechless. It was as if the sound of the world had disappeared, and God closed his eyes at this moment.
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