A Sorcerer’s Journey

“Green Wizard, what shall we do? ”

A bone prick, 40 meters high, stood behind Green, with a layer of black poison gas on his body, asking in a low voice.

In secrecy, this skull prick's powerful atmosphere is a few points stronger than the Thousand Eye Crab!

And a mighty soul slave monster, similar to this skull prick monster, there are a few more in the Soul Slave Corps sent to Green by the Black Soda Sacred Mark Wizard.

None of these soul slaves are powerful living beings that have survived the expedition of the exotic world over and over with the Holy Mark Wizard of Black Sota.

Green stood on the brown red long hairs of the crust on the back of the thousand eye crab, and the magic of the horn nightmare in his hand, the top cane of the skull, two eyelids of the black flame of the bear, the Wizard's robe was like a rolling yellow sand, obscuring the blurred figure.

Under the face of truth.

Green's two-element eyes look around the sky as more and more locusts surround the gates of the world, and if it's only a few million at first, it's probably tens of millions by now.

An increasing number of locusts have risen from the ground and gathered further afield.

The black flame over the head of the dense leprosy locust burned, and all eyes focused on Green, on the strange and powerful 'locust-like’ creatures of this nest world.

More distant skies.

Two hundred meters of black flames are like the black sun in the sky. The dominant atmosphere of the powerful world is releasing with no hesitation, and a wave of power ripples spreads.

“This aura... extinguishes the god of flame! Yes, this is the aura that extinguishes the god of fire! ”

During Green's apprenticeship of the original wizard, he saw through a giant mirror what it felt like to see that exotic black flame after a powerful life. The smell was like the despair of the black wizard, full of negative energy.

Looks like the slightest opportunity to accomplish the mission is here!

The deep emotion in Green's heart is as if he had acquired the 'primer’ of this dark fire god's body.

This desperate level 1 hunter's medal mission already has the slightest opportunity to complete.

The lord of this foolish exotic world, deceived by himself as a wizard apprentice, played between his palms, and released harsh words that had remembered his soul breath, and invaded the wizard world to capture himself, sealed in the belly of a ray pig forever.

But now……

Green gazed away at the very distant sky, one of two hundred meters of black flame, and the elemental light gradually brightened.

Its task is to stop these low-level locusts from entering the world of the nest one step at a time and to induce this obscure fire god into the world of the nest, so that the hunter wizards who are waiting there will receive this information on the coordinates of the world of the flame from this obscure fire god.

But now the two world lords don't seem to care about themselves at all, as if they were a fly that flew by, so they can't accomplish the task...

Green only replied with a low, low and cold laugh when asked about the bone prick behind him.

“Wild instincts first floor, open! ”

A dense numbness scale gradually emerges on the body's skin, each of which resembles a silver coin with a cold, hard metallic texture.

At the same time, Green's body seemed to have grown a bit more healthy, full of wild and violent beauty, and her body breathed heavily.

“Ivory armed! ”

squeaked.

One and a half meters long bone prick emerged from Green's wild and violent fitness body, dense and numb, as if it were a giant hedge.

The top of the bone spurt grey white energy, again haunting Green around his body, turning his eyes, Green had become completely unsightly, like a real monster.

It appears that Green's aura has become too powerful with the help of the Holy Mark Armor.

Finally, an indescribable pressure suddenly appeared.

This feeling, as if the entire world of flaming souls were about to begin to squeeze Green, while cutting the energy breath of the extended release.

Of course, it's just a feeling.

This is merely the rejection of the holy marks, not Green.

This is a holy mark on Green. The witch smell has caused a ripple across the world of flaming souls, where the original will senses an alien invading creature.

“Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew...”

Green laughed, as if he were a brutal sorcerer from the ancient times.

Generally speaking, only quaternary creatures attract the attention of the original will of the entire world, leading to exclusion, and now Green is on the verge of being ostracized by the original will because of the excessive smell of the Holy Mark Wizard.

Instead of embracing the wizard shield representing the will of the wizard, we have to face the rejection of the exotic world, is that why the Black Sota Sacred Marks wizards dare not invade the world?

Absolutely.

Green lifted a pair of two-toned eyes representing the power of ice and fire elements and remained incredibly bright between the haunting yellow sand and the grey and white smell that bred dense numbness.

Because at this moment…

A reddish, worn cloth strip with his eyes blindfolded at the third peak of the locust strongman, stood out in the eyes of millions of locust warriors!

The smell of this locust strongman has reached the third level peak. Green's implicit sensation, I'm afraid, has reached the power level of Mount Nine Melting Mountains, so much beyond the ordinary third level creatures.

I'm afraid it's time to fight it, to split the fall color evenly with it, and even lose some.

Such a tertiary creature will have more opportunities to be recognized by the will of the world and then promoted to the Lord of the World.

None of them is the pride of one world in the lower world, and even in the intermediate world they have the opportunity to meet the Lord of the Great World directly.

They, that is, the hope for the future growth of a world.

Your eyes are covered by an old red strip of cloth, and below you appear to be a pair of eyes long dead of swords.

Staggered wounds are everywhere on the lean, low body, which is proof that his step-by-step, lowest locust name has steadily reached its peak level today.

A sharp sword blade that is longer than the body of this third-degree summit locust strongman, though it does not ignite any flaming soul power, gives the impression that it has inspired far more flaming soul power than the previous Santa and Bolonger saints.

He…

He has achieved absolute control of Flame Soul Power.

This is the most difficult step to achieve the great Flame God and to prevent countless Saints from advancing to the Flame God.

After this step, you can be promoted to a new generation of locust world fire gods only by constantly attracting the attention of the world's power and being recognized by the original will of the world!

Many locusts marvel, envy, and admire.

The two supreme and mighty gods of flames in the distant distance, also turned from the original indifference to the slightest glance, silently looking at this suddenly emergent locust mighty.

There seems to be half an expectation.

“Silence! He is the reclining saint of the Dark Empire, yes! He's a reclining saint! ”

Some of the locusts who recognised this locust mighty man cried out, seemingly excited to see this legendary mighty man at close range, with incredible eyes and even the sword in his hand trembling with emotion because of overexcitement.

“What! The Mutual Saint!? ”

“He's just reclining!? ”

The locusts shouted at the many locusts who had intended to slaughter these horrific exotic creatures and couldn't help but stop walking, seemingly shocked by the two words of silence.

All the locusts that made the Great Flaming God, there are only two paths!

One is to hold the Sword Club of the Locust, accept the continuous challenge of all the famous saints in the world of the Locust Locust, and win it all, thus most likely to be the focus of the original will to be promoted to a new generation of the Fire God.

Only a few dozen people have travelled this road since ancient times, none of whom is a genius of a generation of locust worlds, but only two have succeeded.

The remainder of them are nothing but an apology, defeated by the infinitely concealed and forgotten.

Secondly, there is the likelihood of doing something spectacular, whether righteous, evil, or incomprehensible, that it will be followed by the original will of the world and promoted to a new generation of the God of Flames.

Nowadays, the silent saint actually appears here at this time.

That's his purpose...

Many locusts have their eyes full of fanaticism, vision and excitement!

That weird creature from the nesting world just now has succeeded in causing a hint of the original will of the world, and the recalcitrant only has to kill him at this time...

So, a new generation of flaming gods will most likely be born today, right here!

Silence will become the sixth supreme and greatest god of flames in the world of locusts today, after the gods of locust flame, dark flame, dark extinguishing flame, phantom flame, and dark flame, and establish a vast empire for people to worship.

This is the path to the Great Flaming God.

This is the dream of hundreds of millions of locusts in their lifetime, but in ancient times, only so few locusts with great perseverance, great talent, great opportunity have all taken over, to achieve the god of flame.

And today.

Are the people here, at the end of the day, going to witness here the path of the God of Fire of a locust saint, to become an example for countless generations to come, to be recited in eternal life?

“Silent Saint! ”

“Silent Saint! ”

“Silent Saint! ”

……

Countless rounds of locusts cheering, reclining, lifting their arms and pressing them down, indicate that many locusts caught in madness stop cheering.

The soul slaves behind Green were slightly scattered and seemed to be under endless pressure from such a position.

The silent saint's voice is very low and calm, as if it were a stream of flowing water, with a water dripping stone through the environment, and can no longer be provoked by external forces.

Leaning on Green, though he had no eyes at all, Green would feel he had been seen through.

Soul?

“The venerable and powerful from the world of the lair, just now two locust saints from Santa and Bolonger carelessly, they practiced the Sword of the Flaming Soul, but forgot that the foundation of the Sword Way is humility, reclining, practicing the Sword Way of the Flaming Soul in 3998, today we hope to be able to carry out one on behalf of the great Locust clan...”

Boom!

Suddenly, the world locust man, blindfolded with a red strip of flaming soul, was submerged by a black flaming light column emanating from Green's horn nightmare magic wand.

Everything was so sudden, so incredible.

Black flaming columns of light emitting cold, brutal and shady scents not only erased the fiery soul world's top three peaks, but also allowed hundreds of locusts, whose backgrounds were amazed, to instantly turn into flying ash.

Time, a blank sky, falls into the limbs of a bloody rain.

“Jijijijijijijijijijijijijijijiji...”

With a slight retraction of his right hand, the black flame in one eye socket of the Horn Skull of the Magic Wand gradually extinguished.

Green's sinister, evil laugh lowered: “See through my essence? You're careless too! ”