A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1357: Chapter 1358: Summoning with Unholy Words

The vast and boundless profusion of worlds, gathered as a collective.

Amidst the endless void, within a vast and expansive cluster of worlds, a total war is unfolding.

Two civilizations developed from different races, different evolutionary paths, different world perceptions, and different historical developments are engaged in a winner-takes-all war.

The Wizarding Alliance, led by Wizard World, is at war with the Metal Destroyer civilization created by Hua Emperor Quantum Technology!

The will to war has spread alongside the collapse of thousands of worlds on both sides, reaching the nearby clusters of worlds, leaving everyone in fear, desperately trying to avoid the war from affecting them.

Yet in the depths of the void, pairs of greedy eyes lurk, peering and gazing here, emitting low whispers, greedily yearning for the massive resources occupied by both sides, clawing, poised to act.

...

Sky Mountain Marine World.

The invasion defense war has lasted for three years, and a large number of Wizard Legions have been buried in this medium-sized world.

"Tell me, how many legions do we have left in this world? How are the other garrison camps? How much longer until the more powerful Wizards that the Alliance promised will arrive! What about the Lever of Destiny rule from Wizard World? Where are our True Spirit Wizards and Endless Dominators?!"

The deafening roar of agitation echoed in this valley.

All around were towering mountain ranges that once were covered by snow all year round. Now, traces of them can no longer be seen, as if the astonishing power that surpassed natural disasters had destroyed them, causing massive ridges and rocks to collapse and tumble, completely flattened.

On relatively gentle slopes, the verdant grasslands once caressed by sea breezes have been replaced by smoke-emitting craters. Thick black smoke shoots up into the sky, fragments of Void Motherships are mixed with the flesh and blood of Slave Legions, and there are also torn pieces of Wizard Robes.

Amidst the mountains, the only relatively flat valley is sparsely populated by over a hundred Wizards and over a thousand Fang Giants wielding Giant Axes.

Boom!

The King of Fang Giants, with its battle axe hitting the ground with a "boom" splashing dirt, its sturdy five-meter-tall body clothed only with a short animal skin skirt around its waist, its green skin covered with scars, the metal rings on its ears ringing with a crisp "ding ding dang" sound.

At this moment, the King of Fang Giants, gazed upon by many Fang Giants, issued a deep "hum-hum" breath from its throat. Its eyes were violent, unable to escape the death battle making it increasingly volatile, on the brink of losing all sanity.

Click, click, click...

On the other side.

A somewhat muddied pale hand, with the long index finger’s tip ablaze with a green-gray magical flame, the gray-robed Wizard squatted on the ground, inscribing dense Magic Runes on a crude altar made of stones and bones, inserting Magic Stones with various attributes into the altar’s crevices, emanating an eerie aura, and the crude altar released the mysterious power to pry at the rules.

"Ha ha, are you scared?"

A low, hoarse laugh, the Mysterious Wizard didn’t even lift his head, seeming indifferent to the raging Fang Giant nearby.

He embodied both wisdom and brutality.

"No! The Fang Giant Clan does not feel fear! Even if those robots win, the Fang Giant Clan will not be extinct. We can still thrive in the colonies, but you Wizards cannot. Wizards, the ones who should truly fear are you!"

The King of Fang Giants saw the peculiar calmness of the Stigma Sorcerer and the few hundred Low-grade Wizards present and forced himself to calm down, concealing his ugly and savage appearance.

"Ha ha, you are afraid. From the sweat secreted by your skin, from your heartbeat and breathing, from your panicked gaze, I can fully sense your fear and unease. Beneath your powerful physique, your heart is like a helpless stray dog shivering in the winter, using your barking to cover your cowardice."

"What did you say!"

With a "boom," the King of Fang Giants lifted its battle axe, making the entire ground tremble slightly, the improvised crude altar wobbled, but stabilized with the floating Magic Runes above it.

"Wizard, do you intend to use your witchcraft to withstand the wrath of the Fang Giant Clan!?"

"Go ahead if you dare to break the rules of the Alliance. If not, back off and shut your stinking mouth, don’t dirty my Magic Array altar!"

Unveiled disdain, the small figure of the Stigma Sorcerer moved past the King of Fang Giants in a squat without acknowledging the now bursting rough breaths behind him.

Ultimately, as the Stigma Sorcerer circled the crude altar, the King of Fang Giants holding the steel battle axe did not react excessively, bound by fear, helpless against the deterrence of the Wizarding Alliance treaty rules.

This is the power of rules!

Suddenly, among hundreds of silent Wizards, a Third-Level Great Sorcerer leaning on a Skeletal Magic Staff trembled and flew over from the hundreds of Wizards surrounding the crude altar to the side of the Stigma Sorcerer arranging the altar.

"Honored Heretic Stigma Sorcerer, the scout team on the southeastern side has discovered the Metallic Robot Legion."

After a gulp, the Third-Level Great Sorcerer added, "A massive Metallic Robot Legion, we..."

The Stigma Sorcerer setting up the altar and the King of Fang Giants both gazed at the sight in the Crystal Ball’s light curtain, with nearly a hundred thousand Void Motherships blotting out the sky, and the dense Robot Legion surged like a tide, casting their shadows onto the ground.

Even through the Crystal Ball light curtain, the King of Fang Giants could feel the oppression and despair.

"Gulp, Trick Crystal Terminator."

The view in the Crystal Ball light curtain, captured from the ground’s perspective, allowed everyone to experience the impact of this gigantic legion more intuitively.

And at the forefront of this legion, there was a Trick Crystal Terminator exuding a pink glow!

For a moment, the King of Fang Giants seemed to lose heart, its battle axe once again hit the ground with a "boom," struggling several times to lift it, yet found itself powerless.

The terrifying Trick Crystal Terminator is a nightmare on the battlefield for the Wizarding Alliance, with countless Worlds Masters and Stigma Sorcerers from the Wizarding Alliance having fallen to the Trick Crystal Terminators over millennia.

"Ha ha, having consecutively lost three major world fronts, the Metal Destroyer civilization can no longer contend with the Wizarding Alliance in a full-scale war, hoping to pivot the situation through local advantages?"

The Heretic Stigma Sorcerer glanced at the Crystal Ball’s light curtain, then continued to assemble the altar.

"King of Fang Giants, to be frank with you, the nearby several worlds are in worse shape than here, the void nearby has been completely surrounded by these Metallic Robot Legions, we are without hope. However, rather than despairing and fearing here, why not attempt to inflict greater damage on these robots, even a shred of hope is far better than despair, Wizards never give up until the last moment!"

With a sudden roar from the Heretic Stigma Sorcerer, a drop of blood imbued with the aura of death appeared between his fingers, falling with a "drip" in the center of the altar.

Crackle!

A bolt of lightning shot up from the altar to the sky, with winds suddenly rising and clouds swirling on a sunny day, forming a massive vortex of dark clouds, continuously expanding.

"Hmm? Success!"

An incredulous gasp from the Heretic Stigma Sorcerer, then clearly sensed that this vortex’s summoning power seemed even more immense than the summoning force from over two millennia ago, and from behind the distant, unknown Force of Spacetime, the Heretic Stigma Sorcerer actually sensed a longing!

A last-ditch attempt amidst numerous escapes and despair ironically transformed into such an unexpected event.