A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1067: Chapter 1069: Will of Violence

The Purgatory Furnace has returned to the hand of King Abaddon!

The majestic crimson flames soared into the sky like a sun in the Evil God Playground, blazing fiercely, emitting a power that caused the sky and earth to fade, the continent merged into a sea of lava, roaring and boiling, vaguely visible under the dazzling spots, four eyes full of confidence and cruel smiles, displaying a brutal and savage color.

Ignoring those endless lower Pegasus Beir legions, as the Scourge of the Scorching Sun, a Level-6 Peak Creature, King Abaddon himself is a disaster incarnate to lower beings, approaching means instant death and being burned to ashes.

”There’s no chance anymore, wielding the Purgatory Furnace, no Evil God dares to risk the power of the furnace to fight this Purgatory Giant King, as long as he slightly delays for a while, organizes the army...”

Green has already avoided a long distance and is murmuring to himself.

Suddenly, the King Abaddon wielding the Purgatory Furnace roared to the sky and actually moved again, the dark golden lava from the furnace on his shoulder flowed scorchingly, blossoming its light and heat to the Evil God Playground, suddenly, King Abaddon aimed his four narrow fiery eyes at the Blade Butcher!

This god born from the Evil Soul Gorge with a blade-armed upper body and eight-legged crab lower body from the Calamity Camp, not only was the first to fiercely attack King Abaddon after the Fist King Tribes, causing injuries to his palm, but also amidst the pressure of the Evil God Playground army, struck down the Level 4 Purgatory Giant King supporting the King Abaddon, truly not weaker than the Fist King Tribes.

Yet at this moment, amidst the layers of Pegasus Beir army, the Blade Butcher is locked on by King Abaddon, feeling horrified, his four blade arms trembling uncontrollably, surrounded by a vast sea of Pegasus Beir legions, not bringing even a tiny bit of safety.

Gulp...

On the ugly stitched face of the Blade Butcher, a drop of cold sweat flowed down to his bloated belly, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Being gazed at by this terrifyingly strong Fire Giant, every second felt like years, suffocating, the thought of turning and fleeing was roaring inside.

”Filthy flesh creature, able to kill a true Purgatory Giant World warrior, your body and soul are qualified enough to enjoy being refined by the Purgatory Furnace. Heh, heh, heh, heh, come, use your body and soul to further forge the eternal might of the Purgatory Furnace!”

Leaning back his body, swinging his right arm, a roar that shook heaven and earth, King Abaddon threw the Purgatory Furnace a second time, this several-thousand-meter crimson sun completely locked onto the Blade Butcher, rolling and crushing forward.

Under this terrifying flame might, the Blade Butcher finally felt the despair of the Shadow Dragon King before.

Space was completely sealed and locked, moving even a finger was difficult, everything before this several-thousand-meter fireball was burned to ashes, tens of thousands of Pegasus Beir legions along the way turned into wisps of swirling smoke, engulfed by the fiery wave, any power before this blazing sun is so powerless, this force surpassing the World Master crushes everything before it as if it were paper.

The Blade Butcher’s mouth trembled, even though still separated by quite a distance, the scorching burn on his skin was already felt.

Slowly, the Blade Butcher lowered the blade arm he had originally wanted to resist with one last time, letting out a lamenting sigh after despair.

Gazing at the rolling sun coming from the front, he found himself so small, putting down his inner enmity, realizing the infinite fire was so magnificent and beautiful, containing that unyielding, unconquerable, steadfast spirit that destroyed all schemes and wisdom with its own barbaric force, was so captivating...

If only the Evil Soul Gorge had such a beautiful sun.

Rumble!

Among the sky-covering Pegasus Beir army, the blazing sun flames erupted, marking the fourth Evil God from the Evil God Playground fallen under the Purgatory Furnace, along with tens of thousands of Pegasus Beir legions, perishing together under the Purgatory Furnace.

”This, this... this guy!”

Clearly just needing a slightly longer delay, gathering more of the Purgatory Legion, victory would be assured, yet it inexplicably introduced this many variables.

Green really couldn’t believe that this King Abaddon was even more ”foolish” than legend, completely lacking any calculation or wisdom, only eternal barbarism and violence, destroying all enemies before him with his own raging flame power.

No...

Green suddenly realized.

Between the strong and the weak, between genius and ordinary, what often differs is the foolishness seen by these ordinary weak beings, just like Green during wizard apprentice days exploring the life code merely as a domain.

If Green hadn’t ignored the apparent witchcraft, foolishly exploring the truth mystery, he wouldn’t have gained Peranos’s attention, indirectly achieving invincibility in the Sanctum Confrontation battle, summoning the Eight Rainbows Nevis to World’s Heart, amplifying various advantages like dominoes to become the current Level 5 Stigmata Wizard Green, with True Spirit Dedication in sight.

And this King Abaddon, without such barbaric violence, ignoring all schemes, fearlessly forging ahead in such foolishness, would never have created this unprecedented supreme artifact of the Purgatory Giant World, the Purgatory Furnace, thus combining both, crossing realms, and being invincible.

For a moment, Green felt a bit of admiration for this Purgatory Giant King Abaddon who once smashed the Black Tower Stigmata Sorcerer and plunged him into a nightmare peril.

Though an enemy, the admiration for his spirit and will has already made him the second person to follow the Black Tower Stigmata Sorcerer’s will of restoring the ancient Wizarding World’s dark glory.

In the moment Green realized, he saw these Foreign Evil Gods hadn’t attacked again like before when he didn’t have the furnace in hand, the King Abaddon who had already thrown the Purgatory Furnace was roaring toward the army of Evil God Legion shocked by the Purgatory Furnace’s might!

”My King!”

”My King...”

The scattered remaining Purgatory Giants who had long been injured and depleted, now recklessly follow in the footsteps of the Purgatory Giant King Abaddon, rushing toward those overwhelming numbers of Pegasus Beir legions.

Rather face death in the next moment, than not follow the invincible will of the Purgatory Giant King Abaddon at this moment!

”Evil God Playground, there’s no hope...”

The remaining Bone Dragon head, murmured with regret and loss before the Soul Fire extinguished.

”My King Abaddon!”

In the distant lands, holding the Inferno Army Banner, King Cixi, alongside several Purgatory Giant Kings and a grand legion, feeling the invincible, destructive will of King Abaddon, sprinted desperately forward.

Having lost several powerful Evil Gods successively have nothing but helplessness against this terrifying Purgatory Giant King, the Evil God Legions panic.

”Monster, this monster, no way! We will all be smashed to death by that furnace one by one, retreat, leave this, we need to regroup with stronger legions and power!”