A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1339: Dark Gurgle

"Gah gah, what are these little creatures?"

Xiao Ba, with wide-open eyes, stood on Green’s shoulder, staring in astonishment at the little beings gathering around Green. On the small dark sphere, a pair of big innocent eyes appeared, looking harmless.

Soon after, Xiao Ba spat out the mouthwash with a "halla" and "halla," clearly finding the taste of the dark heavy petroleum unpleasant and nauseating.

The dark source emanating from Green was the source of these small dark balls’ power, or rather, their shield from the harm of light sources, giving these little creatures a natural dependency on Green and an affectionate closeness.

Gently extending his hand, on Green’s slender, delicate, pale fingers, a cluster of small dark balls stared at Green with big eyes. The other small dark balls, too, under the dark source, transitioned from a constantly dissipating, languid state to little spirits, hopping around to capture Green’s attention.

They had no form, no flesh, just a life form composed of mysterious power and the simplest will.

In Green’s eyes, any mysterious power was a kind of high-level energy body, transcending real material time and space, repelled by the rules of the Endless World.

"They should be similar to the Void Worms of the Void World or the Elemental Spirit Body and moss fish insect of the material world, they are the basic components. This is what the Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird looks like in its egg form, a shell-less larva, a fundamental rule component of the Dark World Cluster."

Green gently placed the dark ball, enjoying itself, down and pondered slightly, saying, "They need to undergo a nurturing process akin to when the Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird is born to survive in the material world, like it’s doing now."

Green pointed to the sky, that source of darkness, the sun.

"Honorable Ancestral Fountain Envoy, they are called Dark Gurgles, and normally, this Dark Heavy Oil Well erupts once every four days. Every seven years, there is a major eruption, spewing out these dark creatures. Occasionally, some very powerful dark creatures appear, able to survive in light sources for a certain time."

Following Green was the Goblin Great Elder, respectfully and obsequiously introducing them.

What a strange tribe this was.

With Green’s current one hundred percent strength control and nearly intangible form, it was incredible that these goblins could judge Green’s life intensity through their own intuition.

"Dark Gurgles?"

Green nodded and said in a deep voice, "Then, how long until the next major eruption of this Dark Heavy Oil Well?"

"In about two months, it will erupt again."

Two months, huh?

After nodding, Green came to this Dark Heavy Oil Well, about several hundred meters in diameter, and looked down.

Wisps of black mist, with the dark heavy oil "gurgling" bubbles rising. The so-called dark heavy oil consumed by the creatures of this world was not referring to this crude oil reacting with the energy source of darkness, but to the highly concentrated energy substance purified and filtered by the petroleum tree, which could be absorbed by the unique organs of life forms in this world.

"Two months, huh? Got it."

After nodding, Green, taking Xiao Ba and thousands of Dark Gurgles, moved away from this Dark Heavy Oil Well.

The many goblins lying prostrate on the ground only raised their heads after this terrifying giant shadow that blocked out the sky had left for nearly half a sand hour, revealing sharp-eared, monkey-cheeked faces.

"Elder, what kind of monster is this from another world, it’s even more terrifying than the dark sun in the sky. I felt like my breathing was about to stop."

A goblin carrying a tattered bag, breathing a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, not caring about the mud.

...

In the sky, countless black feathers were flying.

Gua gua gua gua...

The sinister, evil cries came as every feather ignited with black flames, emitting wisps of black smoke. This black smoke was not the mysterious power of the source of darkness, nor was it natural elements, but a gathering of the aura of death, cold and eerie. Occasionally, wailing heads soared into the sky, emitting sharp, piercing cries.

A group of Two-headed Giants wielded enormous clubs, constantly resisting, yet their granite-like skin was unable to resist these feathers of death, easily melting through to leave black marks on their skin.

The marks spread quickly on the giants’ skin, growing larger and emitting a nauseating putrid stench.

Soon, with rumbling sounds, one after another, the Two-headed Giants fell, even the hundred-meter giant guarding the Dark Heavy Oil Well fiercely. It wailed repeatedly upon facing the vast shadow cast down from the high sky by the Three-legged Giant Bird, its true body heavily damaged.

"Three-legged, watch out!"

The Wandering Dandelion made a timely warning, while the clones hidden in the time and space around the Three-legged Raven of Death suddenly exploded, blocking an extremely swift figure.

With a "pop," dandelions filled the sky.

The Three-legged Raven of Death gazed with its eyes shining with gray aura. It was a monster wearing tattered dark heavy oil garments, faintly revealing densely-packed green scales. Its lizard-like body beneath its liquid clothing, with a forked tongue frequently flicking out of its wide mouth.

The World’s Power swirled around; it was a Guardian of this world.

"Intruder, this world has reached a contract with the Ancestral Fountains, and any Dark Heavy Oil Well is under rule protection. Your actions have already posed a serious threat to this Dark Heavy Oil Well!"

This Guardian, standing less than two meters tall, each blink of its eyes was like the opening and closing of a vortex, an exceptionally unique physiological structure.

The World’s Power from all directions within tens of thousands of meters converged at it, forming a giant net of rules.

In contrast, the Three-legged Raven of Death faced unimaginable repulsive forces.

This ebb and flow, at this moment, in the face-off with the Three-legged Raven of Death, it surprisingly found itself at a disadvantage. The aura of death wailing heads around it exhibited a languid state.

"Hmph..."

The Three-legged Raven of Death was about to say something when its words suddenly stopped. A strange look appeared in its eyes as it glanced at the figure behind the Guardian.

"Kakaka, esteemed Guardian, we’re just passing by this Dark Heavy Petroleum World. Can you make an exception?"

Silently, a semi-phantom figure behind the Guardian, clad in tattered black clothing, seemed to murmur near its ear. At this moment, it felt as if it could feel his breath on its face.

With a "swoosh," the Guardian, feeling a shiver down its spine, blinked thousands of meters away.

"Who are you!?"

The cold-blooded one’s eyes fixed on this being emanating the life force of the source of darkness.

Thousands of Dark Gurgles, with their large eyes, stared together with the Three-Colored Light Eyes in the dark fog, gazing at this world’s Guardian.