A Sorcerer’s Journey

Hu!

The ‘shadow tide', made up of endless Amonro bodies, poured like a shocking wave, not knowing whether there were seven, eight, nine, tens of millions...

Covering the sky, infinite, eye-catching is this golden community of creatures with long tails, crowded and roaring at each other.

Wizarding World Source Space Fortress.

The last moment was still a calm preparation for the witch world, and the next moment faced such an astonishing end-of-day situation. Green, Millie and other newcomers to the hunt could hardly adjust because of the dramatic changes, they could barely breathe.

However, for older demon hunters with multiple exotic wars, this scenario is almost as ordinary as expected, with no facial changes at all, and calm down and quickly look around to gather all the combat information in the world.

The whispering Holy Marks Wizard floats at the top of the Fortress Shield in the source space and shouts loudly at the magic wand.

“All demon hunters listen and gather a legion of soul slaves to resist this barbaric and ignorant indigenous creature and must not let the fortress suffer any damage! ”

Ho!

Roar, roar, roar, roar...

With the cryptic Sacred Mark Wizard's command, the defensive shield “wave” of the original space fortress disappeared, and all sorts of soul slaves suddenly squeezed into a group in Fortress Square burst into huge shouts, dragging their torso in all directions, facing the Army of Amonro Shadows like a tidal wave.

The whole scene is like the original space fortress, this huge 'flame fusion bead’ exploding in the shadow world, the soul slave flesh and blood flood like bursting flames, raging, barbaric, vicious as well to those fierce and shocking legions of Amonro shadows.

At this moment, the world's most elite Army of Amoro Shadows was completely shaken by the army of witch slave monsters in front of it.

Unlike the Shadow Legion of Amonro, the body of Amonro is composed of a myriad body size of only about half a metre, the group of spiritual servants of wizards is composed of vastly different and varied, and there are wizards' personal preferences and internal brutal struggles to choose from. These monster regiments are huge spiritual slaves, nearly 100 metres in body and a dozen centimetres in size.

But without exception, all soul slaves are necessarily real monsters who look extremely vicious.

A Soul Slave Corps like the Wizard Hunter is, in Amonro's eyes, an army of extreme evil monsters representing destruction.

This is definitely Amonro's imagination of the end of the world in a nightmare, an army of monsters more evil and more terrible than the ancient Lava Giant!

Hula...

Amonro Shadow Legion Pioneer collides with Demon Hunter Soul Slave Monster Legion!

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...

Almost instantly, the Legion of Pioneers on both sides burst into seemingly bloody mist, falling corpses as if they were raindrops in the sky. There are countless gold amongst the corpses, as well as strange and varied soul slave monsters.

The sky is brutal in the Blood Mist Regiment.

Amonro Shadow Legion in dense and numb crowds erupted many screams. A six-wing storm bear giant, more than 30 meters in size, spread its wings and plunged into the past. The force of madness crushed it down, making it difficult for the smaller Legion of Amonro to resist the impact of this flesh monster.

Many Amonro shadow soldiers fled in panic, and a dozen golden Amonro fell to the ground before they could escape, stopping breathing altogether.

Another side sweep of a six-wing riot bear rushing into the battlefield resembled a mad meatball monster, and Amonro, who wandered around the six-wing riot bear in search of an opportunity, was shot to pieces of blood mist.

Oops...

snorted.

The higher sky above the head of a six-wing storm bear, the body of a two-headed giant bird more than 20 meters past it and falls to the ground, while several scorpion creatures are still wrestling with more Amonro on the back of the giant bird's body, the worst of all.

wung wung wung...

Hundreds of black-and-white flower mosquito monsters, about a metre in size, flew to the six-wing storm bear, and in the blink of an eye, Amonro, who wandered beside the six-wing storm bear, was killed by the siege.

Xiu, xiu, xiu...

It seems that the unmatched power of the six-wing storm bear attracted the attention of the Amonro Shadow Legion. A few elite Amonro, clearly much stronger than the average gold Amonro Shadow soldier, rushed in, followed by dozens of Amonro commanders with the unique wings of the Shadow Mystery World, and then thousands of ordinary Amonro Shadow soldiers.

Ho!

In the roar, hundreds of ravenous crows gathered next to the red-eyed six-wing storm bear, pounding over to the elite Army of Amonro...

Another regiment dozens of kilometers away.

In the bloody fog of the sky, giant mud monsters flowing through the sludge are slowly pushing towards the Army of Amonro in the Mixed Wars.

The mud monster's body resembles a giant gyrosoft jelly, seventy or eighty meters tall and long. Although the flight speed is slow, any Amonro close to it will scream and disappear for no reason whatsoever.

Of course, this so-called disappeared for no reason whatsoever, but was simply dragged directly into the body by giant mud odds with a strange touch of mud, swallowed and digested.

A few of Green's modified Eaters also joined the Regiment.

Eating ghosts can attack up to 150 degrees and have no weak defenses. They also have powerful vitality and toxicity, even more powerful than the average strength of Amonro, who formed the Shadow Legion at this time.

Five Eaters brutally killed Amonro in front of him, then stained him with blood. Big mouthful of fangs chewed the meat chunks, unfolding the manta wings rapidly passing through the sky, rushing towards several ten-metre tall arm baboon kings trapped in the siege in front.

Xiu, xiu, xiu...

Officers Amonro, who were clearly much stronger than the soldiers of the general shadow regiment Amonro, greeted them and fought in unison.

A moment later.

The last eater was stabbed by the remnants of Amoro's shadow into his heart, and then this powerful Amoro roared and the eater was raw torn to pieces.

“Shit! These wicked wizards are so powerful that even so many Shadow Legions can barely resist for the time being. It seems that only those great mysteries, Amonro, or even the King of Mysteries, the Mystery Prophet, will be invited to fight... Ugh! ”

The powerful Amonro, who had just slaughtered the eater, suddenly changed his face and turned his head to see his body slightly tremble scratched by the eater.

In the shadow mystery world, few organisms are toxic, so Amonro's resistance to toxicity is surprisingly low.

“Akakonislomodo, how can you...”

Only halfway through, this Amonro also fluttered and fell from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Amonro, the elite who killed the Eaters only after four ends, was poisoned by half, and the two remaining Amonro, with deep hatred and tremendous fear, turned back to besiege a few ten-metre-tall army of giant armed baboons.

But the whole war story.

Demon Hunter's Soul Slave Corps not only withstood the impact of the Amonro Shadow Corps, but even backfired!

Although the Shadow Regiment assembled in Amonro is several times larger than the Soul Slave Regiment of the Shadow Warrior, the overall level of the Soul Slave Regiment of the Shadow Warrior is significantly stronger than the Shadow Regiment of Amonro in terms of individual biological qualities.

And because of the diversity of species, the fearlessness of being a slave to the soul, the ferocity of war-torn grinding, the Legion of Soul Slave Monsters has completely overwhelmed these singular Army of the Shadow of Amoro with a single combat capability, presenting considerable advantages in general and massacres.

……

A day later.

Legion of Monsters and Legion of Shadows have slackened.

Original space fortress, as the group of soul servants left the space fortress over and over again, the vast square platform finally vacated again, while many dark wizards stared at the fierce warriors in the distance, waiting for the sky to listen to the secret word Holy Mark Wizard operational order.

Green and Millie floated in space and their bodies trembled with excitement.

The new hunter of the first exotic battle will do so after seeing the magnificent war scene.

On the other hand, beneath the base of the space fortress, one 300-metre-long space craft floats neatly in the air, hundreds of them large.

According to the Standard Operational Strength Classification, the operational capability of these spacecraft exceeds that of ordinary Level 3 Wizards, and the Subject Magic Disintegrator Cannon can even threaten the super horror mechanical technology of Level 4 Holy Mark Wizards!

In the sky above these horror-mechanical clusters, a legion of more than 200,000 Ming Wizards emerged, and the central commander of such a vast legion of Ming Wizards was the Tomb Word Wizard.

This is the power of the regularized regiment of demon hunters in the battle against different worlds.

A cluster of enlightened wizards on such a scale is not at all conceivable by dark wizards who rely on their own strength. This is the absolute strategic-level power to reverse the war on the frontal battlefield of the war exotic world.

Buzz……

Suddenly, in the friction sound of a metal mechanic in the original space fortress, the two metal gates burst open slowly, followed by a horror magic cannon tube with a diameter of more than ten meters reaching out a little bit from the black hole gate, aiming at an area behind the Army Shadow Army of Amoro.

This is the Origin Space Fortress Destruction Cannon!

……

Rear Command of the Shadow Legion of Amonro.

Many kings of Amonro and the prophets of Amonro, looking at the distant sky as a whole have shown considerable disadvantage in the shadow regiment, show unbelievable anger and horror.

Although many of the elite forces of the Amoro world have not been able to mobilize all due to the short time available, the Shadow Legion gathered here at this time also has absolutely more than a fifth of the elite forces of the entire Amoro world.

This battle must not fail!

Because the Amonro cannot afford the consequences of a failed battle.

If it fails, the world of Amonro will want to gather forces of this magnitude again to fight back, possibly for years or even decades.

But just think about what a disaster it would be for the Amoro world to have these ‘monstrous wizards' ravage the ‘beautiful’ Amoro world for years and decades...

Since the first duel failed, it was difficult to imagine what a second counterattack would be like to win.

And even if we succeed for the second time, the world of Amoro will surely suffer tremendous trauma, and the great Amoro clan will suffer indelible catastrophe.

As for the so-called third counterattack?

It is absolutely impossible, if the second counterattack continues to fail, then the Amonro world will never be able to muster the strength of a legion that truly fights against the witch monster community in front of it.

So far, all Amonro still thinks for real that the soul slave monsters who are fighting with the Shadow Legion are the so-called wizards.

I have to say, this is ironic.

The words of these Soul Slave Monster Legions, though horrible, have far from left Amoro in despair, at least relative to their cards, and they still have a chance to win the final battle.

Amonro looked at each other as one of the most important mysteries in the room.

“It did not occur to me that the power of these wizards had reached this strength and that even such a number of Shadow Legions could not resist the horrors of a community that feared the powerful of the other worlds. Well, it looks like the mystery leaders are going to have to push it down for now.” A king of mysteries sank.

A mystery prophet was anxious: "It is time to show the power of our mystery, the great orphan and the little orphan, with the power of these mystery, the great orphan and the little orphan, is enough to change the current battle and turn these wizards, wicked, savage and filthy, into pyramids. There are seventeen mysterious treasures gathered here, the great Ancestor of Amonro, the rankless one, also..."

And the so-called great mystery orphan, something of the seventeen hundred-metre mountain peaks on the ground, seems to be some kind of strategic and powerful tool in the Amoro world.

The King of Mysteries is silent.

Some of his fat, bloated bodies and feet are the two blocks of Amonro next to him, but represent the strongest power of the world's guardians of the Shadow Mystery World. In the Mystery World, he is the strongest force that goes hand in hand with the great Amonro ancestors, and is a powerful creature that can rival the level 4 Holy Mark Wizard!