A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 232: The Shadow Calamity IX

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Grimm and a dozen Dark Sorcerers, sealed in the power of the rune while holding a bottle of green reagent in hand.

“These are the Amonro’s Tears of Sorrow. In the last few years, the research department developed a targeted biological transformation for Amonro. It was based on Black Sorcerer’s magic and their Arcane Knowledge. Due to the lack of time, the results in the laboratory were not satisfying enough to cause a devastating disaster among the lesser Amonros. Your mission is, after these Fallen Amonro spent the last bit of their life protecting the Fortress, you… ”

The eyes of this Dark Sorcerer with an Honor Badge turned cruel when he looked at the Fallen Amonros.

Grimm took out his task scroll and glanced through it.

This task came with its own share of support and difficulties. It was easy to execute when they held the advantage, where they could protect themselves behind the Fortress and wait for Fallen Amonros to exhaust their last bit of energy. However, once the war had reached its end, the task required at least an hour and a half to be carried with the price of a few Demon-Hunter’s lives.

However, its reward was precious.

Half a month later.

Demon-Hunters were brought together from all directions to the Void Fortress. Behind them followed a large number of Fallen Amonros from the Shadow Empire.

The news about the devastating disasters in the other boundaries of the Shadow Empire had spread widely.

This exotic world was shrouded entirely in shadow clouds. It seems like the Amonros were testing every aspect of a Sorcerer’s strengths and weaknesses, and were about to make a final strike to annihilate the Demon-Hunter Void Fortress.

The shadow catastrophe had lasted for the past two months. Demon-Hunters prepared their final defense around the Void Fortress, attempting to drag in the shadows catastrophe, inducing its world’s Cataclysm!

No matter what the world ended up to be, its resources would not remain intact. Hence it had little meaning to Demon-Hunters.

Fallen Amonros and Soul Slaves patrolled the air around the Void Fortress, and compact Prism Fortresses could be seen on its ground like mountains of towers defending the Void Fortress.

These Prism Fortresses were the foundations that have been established since the Demon-Hunter came to this world.

Grimm sat quietly over the Void Fortress Square. He did not bother about the people around him, holding a Sorcerer Book in hand while entirely focussing on studying its contents. Myna, however could not be seen around him. Its location was unknown.

Vroom…

Suddenly, a principal horn spread throughout the sky, its sound dull and crushing.

Grimm looked up. A Demon-Hunter sent a snake-like Fallen Amonros from a distance to charge further away into space.

Grimm could almost feel a strong and overbearing wind of flesh and blood rushing towards his direction.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Engage the enemy!” Roars of Demon-Hunters rose one after another.

Resting on the Void Fortress Square, huge Soul Slaves swung their heads as they swiftly lifted their bodies into the air. A variety of strange-shaped monsters that surrounded Bright Demon-Hunters group also flew towards the same direction.

Grimm turned his head and saw three figures.

The FIrst figure wore a white high-necked hat while brandishing her pair of illusory green light wings. Hearkening Whisperer held a light blue radiant magic scepter, as Tomb Segja and Tomb Averer followed behind her firmly.

These three sacred sorcerers simultaneously controlled low-level force of nature. They sent out a low yet crushing roar into space.

In that instance, Grimm felt that the power of the elements in the surrounding space seemed to have been entirely depleted by the spell!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Elemental power that could be seen by the naked eye gathered between the three Stigmata Sorcerers. In the blink of an eye, three Hearkening Whisperer Giants were conjured in its entirety.

The figures of the Hearkening Whisperer Giants were proportional to the magnitude of their caster’s Magical Power.

The three sacred Hearkening Whisperer Giants were nearly two hundred meters tall, and at their backs were a pair of illusory green light wings, which flapped at high speed. They were so fast, they flapped into a dazzling white.

On Tomb Segja’s head was a circle of colorful bells while a red ribbon covered her eyes, Her greenish hair fell to her waist, covering her pointy ears. Her entire body was covered by a white mist like an illusory veil.

As Tomb Segja’s roar spread into space, her Hearkening Whisperer Giant spell had conjured an elemental giant composed of countless colorful petals.

The petals squirmed with each other, fascinating but somehow hideous at the same time.

Tomb Averer had a pair of icy lights under the metal helmet. She carried four long swords on her back, and hundreds of dark red energy bars surrounded her entire body.

Beside her stood her Hearkening Whisperer Giant, a steel elemental giant standing more than a hundred meters tall with a metallic color.

Circles of dark energy red lines surrounded the Hearkening Whisperer Giant like sharp blades. It had four arms; each wielding a ten-meter long elemental sword. Each sword’s blade looked like rolling waves with elements of burning flame.

Tens of thousands of Demon-Hunters followed the three Stigmata Sorcerers in charging into the enemy. They were like tiny black spots surrounding the Hearkening Whisperer Giants.

Grimm was one of those inconspicuous little black spots around the Hearkening Whisperer Giants, and neatly positioned himself in a safe place to carry out the ‘Amonro’s Tears of Sorrow’ mission.

At this point, Grimm felt the great power of the great Stigmata Sorcerer!

The Hearkening Whisperer Giants’ attacks were almost three thousand degrees celsius. Any lifeform below Level-4 would not stand a direct hit from the Giants.

A Level-4 lifeform required significant evolution from their original primitive forms.

In an ordinary small world, a Level-4 lifeform should be the world’s dominant species.

This level of life, in general, whether a sorcerer or an indigenous creature, should have the ability to manage their “true self.”

The three-headed Hearkening Whisperer Giants led a group of Demon-Hunters who appeared as black spots and engaged the torrent of flesh and blood in the distance.

“This amount…”

Grimm saw that under the shadow of the clouds were an overwhelming number of uncountable Amonro, almost endless to the eye. Perhaps there were tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. It must have outnumbered the Demon-Hunters by hundreds of times…

Roar!

The sorcerer torrents collided with the Amonro torrent, and as the three elemental giants cried, they waved their gigantic arms with elemental power which instantly vaporized a significant number of Amonros.

Within a kilometer from the giants, the Amonro seemed to be stunned by Stigmata Sorcerer’s roar. They started dropping dead from the sky.

Demon-Hunters, who escorted the Stigmata Sorcerers flew around the giants of the elements. They too released their spells, killing countless Amonros in the process.

In just a moment of the collision, countless of Amonros were killed. As the Hearkening Whisperer Giants continued to swing their large hands with extreme prejudice, the number of dead Amonros increased rapidly.

Never-ending screams of sorrow and despair could be heard on that moment.

The sea of flesh and blood made up of Lesser Amonros did not slow down the Stigmata Sorcerers.

As a result, the gap between these two lifeforms was too significant to be counted. A breath from a higher life form could mean a massacre for a lower life form.

If it was a Level-7 great Necromancer, he could have eliminated this threat with merely a thought.

No matter how many Lesser Amonros were around, they could not even touch the three Stigmata Sorcerers.

Lesser Amonro’s attacks did not hurt the Stigmata Sorcerers as they were nullified by the high-intensity energy radiated by the elemental giants. Every attack from a Stigmata Sorcerer would cause an energy ripple in the fair. This energy stunned the Amonros nearby, sending them down onto the surface.

As for those Amonro who were directly attacked by the Hearkening Whisperer Giants, they appeared to have vanished into thin air.

There were some Enigmatic Amonro aristocrats among the attack waves. Yet they could not escape the same fate. In the presence of a Stigmata Sorcerer, any hostile creature must be punished in any way possible, even if it meant some random gestures of arm-swinging.

Under the shadow cloud, the force of the elements stirred the air, distorting its resonance irregularly.

Grimm kept casting his Fire Bat spell to kill escaped Amonro.

At that moment, Grimm maintained a distance of a thousand meters behind the Hearkening Whisperer Giant. He noticed that now, the Nature Force was much easier to control. Even his Fire Bat Spell’s damage was increased.

As Grimm watched the elemental giants of the Hearkening Whisperer, his heart was filled with great envy.

Though surrounded by millions of hostile enemies, the Hearkening Whisperer Giants could treat them like a group of ants and could kill them easily like flies. Grimm finally understood the gap between a Level-3 Sorcerer and a Stigmata Sorcerer. There was a distinct line between their capabilities.

This was the powerful resemblance of the great Sorcerer world, an absolute power of the expedition into the exotic world?

Perhaps, the hundreds of years of hard work of a common Demon-Hunter was to prepare a Stigmata Sorcerer’s final assault in that world?

The Stigmata Sorcerers were the real decisive Sorcerers of a Demon-Hunting Conquest.

Grimm questioned himself. When could he wield the power of a Hearkening Whisperer?

They could lead countless low-level Demon-Hunters while managing millions of Soul Slaves in an unknown world. Such Sorcerers carried the will of the Sorcerer’s World to conquer another, while writing history and securing the future of the Sorcerer’s World.