A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1014: Chapter 1006: Mountain World

The breach was stimulated by the world’s cloak rule arc, growing larger and larger.

"What an incredible ability!"

The Scorpion King lay beside the breach, peeking into the world together with the Black Flame Giant. Though his true body was small, the breach still couldn’t accommodate the Scorpion King’s invasion, it was merely a matter of time.

Under the eclipse’s evening glow, several hundred-meter-high Mountain Giants gathered with a large number of Forest Elves and cave dwarves, trembling while gazing at the two terrifying monstrous heads emerging from the black rift, desperately trying to maintain their composure and barely preventing a large-scale flight of the legion.

"Let my scorpions first bring them some fear."

The Scorpion King sneered, spitting out numerous scorpion eggs towards the world below.

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo...

These scorpion eggs, tainted by the black aura, fell with trails of black smoke, emitting a piercing howl as they broke through the air, exuding a strong atmosphere of fear and ominousness, exciting the many compound eyes of the monstrous heads peering from behind the black rift.

"Don’t be afraid, don’t panic!"

"Kill these marauding creatures from the Different World, we must not let them inside!"

The scorpion eggs had already hatched in mid-air, inheriting the black-red shells of the Desert Scorpion King, their streamlined bodies fluttered with poison cloud elemental wings, each bearing the aura of a second-level creature, swooping low across the battlefield, executing deadly slaughter.

"What do you think of my scorpions?"

The Scorpion King asked Green proudly.

Green continued to expand the breach, glanced at the silent Soul-devouring Kiss, and raspy whispered, "What a weak, peaceful world."

Watching the chaos and fear brought by the scorpion creatures within the world, even the Black Flame Giant couldn’t suppress the turmoil in his heart.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, a dozen Infernal Soul Bird Heads vanished in a flash, diving into the expanding breach.

...

Below the Mountain World rift.

"Vein Elf King, run away, these inter-world creatures that have emerged are too strong. With our gathered strength, it’s absolutely impossible to defeat them!"

Riding on an Ironblood Boar, the Molten Cave Dwarf King yelled amidst the chaotic battlefield, tossing away a violent Fire Element Warhammer, which crashed with a diving scorpion creature, releasing dazzling light and heat.

With a loud thud, the warhammer returned to the dwarf’s hand, and a black-red scorpion tail fell simultaneously.

Even detached from its body, the scorpion tail continued to wriggle alive, its potent poison unquestioned by anyone.

"What a strong vitality!"

Only after the Dwarf King on the Ironblood Boar complained a bit, a bowstring twanged nearby, and a fleeing scorpion creature struck down, seized by chaos, fear, and panic among the legion.

Clad in leaves, the Vein Elf King stood only a few centimeters tall, his exquisite face cold, his black eyes gazing at the unbelievable monstrous heads above the rift, chillingly whispering, "Defeating those creatures holding the rift open will end this disaster."

"Impossible, we absolutely can’t defeat them. Before we even reach them, their minions will tear us apart, leaving not even bones. These creatures are more horrifying than any evil beings recorded in the annals."

The Dwarf King shook his head frantically, drinking heavily, the beard dripping onto the boar’s bristles.

"Ah..."

While speaking, nearby, a scorpion creature seized a Forest Elf, flung him skyward, leaving only a long scream before shattering into blood rain, one of many battlefield horrors.

"Indeed, we alone can’t defeat them. I meant to gather all elves and dwarves, as recorded in the annals, to awaken those ancient mountain gods and defeat them together!"

Boom, boom, boom...

Although many scorpion creatures rampaged across the battlefield, spreading death and fear, three hundred-meter-high Mountain Giants, standing tall, led tens of thousands of gathered elves and dwarves to battle against the scorpion creatures emerging from the rift.

"Alright!"

The Molten Cave Dwarf King wiped the liquor from his beard, bent slightly to defend against potential scorpion attacks, and agreed with a roar. Then the two no longer hesitated and with guards detached the battlefield, fleeing towards the prosperous Middle Earth Continent to request reinforcements.

Huff, huff, huff...

After what felt like half the time measured by the Hourglass, reaching a ridge highland, the people suddenly felt an indescribable shiver and suffocating dread.

Glancing back at the battlefield, they saw three Mountain Giants still waving their arms, leading the numerous elves and dwarves in a clumsy counteroffensive against the vicious, agile, highly poisonous scorpion creatures frequently swooping across the battlefield, claiming lives.

"That’s..."

Eyes wide, mouth agape, the Dwarf King gazed skyward.

In the black rift steering wind and clouds, a dozen black flame serpents emerged into this world, even the angry clouds and rampant wind were dyed black, light from all directions seemed drawn by a new gravity, twisting toward these serpents.

"What are they doing!?"

Gritting, gritting, gritting, the Dwarf King’s teeth chattered uncontrollably. Even distantly, the aura from these slowly descending black flame giants sent icy fear through him.

Despair and terror consumed the battlefield, as Green’s Elemental True Body’s Infernal Soul Bird Heads twisted and hissed, opening their colossal mouths.

Boom, boom, boom...

Flame pillars twisted the surrounding air, erupting and crisscrossing, shredding the battlefield, engulfing Mountain Giants, elves, dwarves, and even some scorpion creatures unable to escape, marking an apocalyptic arrival.

"Devil, these are devils! Hey, hey, hey, Elf King, quick, we must gather all races with utmost strength, awaken the Mountain Gods..."

The Dwarf King roared with horror and despair.

Such power to easily destroy any race was overwhelmingly terrifying, far beyond resistance by mere mortal strength.

"Woo..."

Behind the Vein Elf King, an elf riding a bee suddenly rolled her eyes, nose bleeding, fainted convulsively, foaming at the mouth.

"Hatred and fear, that terrifying foreign devil is devouring their despairing souls, the end of the world has arrived."

The Vein Elf King, unmoved by anything external, gazed upwards at the sky rendered completely dark by the eclipse.

"I think there’s no need for us to notify or awaken anymore."

The Molten Cave Dwarf King followed the Vein Elf King’s gaze, noticing two blood-red moons hanging high, emitting a heart-palpitating oppressive ominous glow. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote for it on Qidian (), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m. to read.)