A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1268: Chapter 1269: Communication Breakdown (Lanxi Alliance Leader)

In truth, this whole string of attacks was utterly meaningless to Green.

And for Green, just understanding this civilization’s basic combat capabilities was already enough.

Next came attempting deeper contact, probing the civilization’s melody, and seeking possible paths to cooperation.

With a sharp ”whoosh,” Green slipped past all of this concealed Ironblood Warrior’s attacks, suddenly appeared at its side, and clamped a hand around its neck, effortlessly lifting it up as if seizing a rat by the tail.

”If you want to live, then behave. I bear no malice.”

Green projected his will toward this Ironblood Warrior with the gray mask, deliberately slowing his will fluctuations to show his desire to communicate.

”Mighty alien, you have already proven your Strength. Kill me, take my head, and you shall obtain supreme glory!”

Yet this Ironblood Warrior roared its will at Green with a thought pattern Green could not comprehend, only struggling even more violently.

However, whether the shockwaves from its chest armor or the focused noise-interference device on its helmet, none of it did a thing; they were simply ignored by this alien creature that possessed almost no biological aura.

Ironblood Warriors never had a Strength-level concept like other social species; only battle achievements conferred social standing, and that standing itself was a veiled hierarchy. Ironblood Warriors valued collective honor and the courage to face death head-on, and regarded both as their own glory.

Low-ranking Ironblood Warriors almost never had examples of compromising in contact with the outside, so Green’s attempt at will communication was doomed to end in failure.

Bang!

Just then, high up in the sky, the long‑range heavy weapon in the hands of the Ironblood Warrior with the Falcon Mask suddenly discharged a harpoon beam cannon. Its attack magnitude kept rising as it traveled through midair, seeming to grow stronger the farther it went. From an initial five thousand degrees at launch, by the time it reached Green it had already approached nine thousand degrees—and if the distance were sufficient, it looked like it could increase even further.

In a flash, Green appeared over a hundred meters away, still clutching the gray‑masked Ironblood Warrior. A deafening series of ”rumble rumble rumble” followed, and then a frenzied storm swept out.

Yet this so‑called violent trembling and raging storm existed only in relative terms—for Lower Beings.

To an existence like Green, it wasn’t worth mentioning.

The ”beep-beep-beep” of a timer, however, came from within the armor of this Ironblood Warrior; an energy device was rapidly charging. Under Green’s Face of Truth, its internal color shifted from bluish gray to light red in an instant, showing it was on the verge of exploding.

This genuinely startled Green, and with a pulse of Repulsion he flung the warrior several thousand meters away.

Rumble—rumble—rumble!

Another violent explosion rippled out, dirt spraying into the sky. Beneath the Green Truth Mask, Green’s expression went stiff. He stretched out his hand; the Ironblood Warrior wearing the Falcon Mask let out a shrill scream and fell straight toward Green, as if having lost all control over his own body.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A few inconspicuous black spheres were hurled down by this Ironblood Warrior a step ahead, appearing beside Green. Under the Face of Truth’s insight into the essence of True Time’s structure, Green almost instantly deduced that once these black orbs detonated, they would unleash countless highly corrosive poisonous needles radiating in all directions.

Though they posed absolutely no real effect on Green, his Combat Instinct still made him bounce them away with Repulsion.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several thousand meters away, a few bombs exploded, and Green once again stood there holding the Ironblood Warrior with the Falcon Mask in one hand.

”Honorable Ironblood Warrior, can we talk now?”

This time, Green even added a tone of respect to his will. For a lifeform as powerful as Green to treat a mere Third-Level Creature this way—back in the Sorcerers’ Alliance World Cluster, this Ironblood Warrior would have enough glory to brag about for a lifetime.

However, Ironblood Warriors had no concept of Biological Grade.

Within the Ironblood Galaxy civilization system of the Ironblood Warriors, there existed only their own social hierarchy, and the notions of powerful enemies and weak land‑dwellers—nothing more.

This Falcon Mask Ironblood Warrior kept struggling, completely ignoring Green’s attempt at will communication.

Gradually, sensing the Ironblood Warriors quickly converging from afar in response to energy fluctuations, one after another, the faint look of expectation in Green’s eyes went cold.

”Hmph!”

From the depths of his throat came a grim, chilly snort. Green casually slapped the Falcon Mask Ironblood Warrior apart into a sky full of blood droplets, the Twisted Metal Armor clattering to the ground in pieces.

He actually dared to ignore a Wizard’s goodwill. A Wizard’s dignity does not allow violation!

Even though he feared the Dominator Level lifeform probes belonging to the Ironblood Galaxy civilization outside this Ironblood Cage and dared not unleash his true Strength, Green was simply too powerful. Even the tiniest sliver of Strength that leaked from him—Strength so insignificant to Green himself—was an existence a Third-Level Creature with such individual evolutionary prowess could never hope to imagine.

At this moment, as a Level-6 Pinnacle Stigma Grand Sorcerer, Green represented the Wizard’s Will!

Even if he had to temporarily bow his head due to a special environment, Green would absolutely never do anything that damaged the majesty of the Wizard’s Will. Although what these Ironblood Warriors pursued was likewise the maintenance of their Ironblood Galaxy civilization’s own sense of honor and belonging, Green believed he had already reached the limits of forbearance.

Since peaceful communication had failed, then we shall be enemies!

Expression ice‑cold, Green left at True Time speed, abandoning the plan of using this civilization with its dangerous culture to find a road back home to the Sorcerers’ Alliance World Cluster where the Wizard Union World lay.

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Hulululu—

Inside the volcanic crater, the Flame Demon that had feasted all night on blood‑food rations was now comfortably sprawled in the Lava Pool, snoring as it digested.

”Wake up.”

The abrupt, flat voice disturbed the Flame Demon’s slumber.

When the Flame Demon pried open eyelids crusted with molten magma, a piece of blood‑food was standing right in front of it. Thinking it was just a dream, the Flame Demon rubbed its eyes; seeing the blood‑food still there, it didn’t bother to think. Driven by instinct, it reached out, intending to grab it and stuff it directly into its mouth.

Bang!

”Roar!”

Suddenly, that outstretched arm was crushed to pieces by an unknown force. The instant agony made the Flame Demon unleash a heaven‑shaking roar, the entire Lava Pool churning as the volcano erupted with a boom. In the distance, some Ironblood Warriors merely glanced at the lava pillar surging straight into the sky, dyeing the heavens red, and then paid it no further heed.

The Ironblood Prison Trial Ground was simply too vast. With tens of thousands of adult Ironblood Warriors taking part in the ceremony, who knew how many such powerful aliens were out there? It was not worth their attention.

Generally speaking, it was also rare for Ironblood Warriors to attempt challenging such powerful lifeforms, trying to leapfrog past the Scarred Iron Blood Warrior Stage and advance directly to Ironblood Hunter.

”Now, are you a bit more awake?”

The deep, indifferent voice sounded again. The Flame Demon’s arm had already recovered halfway with the aid of the Lava Pool, and now its eyes locked tightly onto this eerie lifeform from which it could almost sense no aura at all.

Neither Ironblood Warrior, nor Broodmother, nor Trickster—so it was clearly some native lifeform from an Aboriginal World, like itself.

Such terrifying Strength, able to crush one of its arms so easily—why hadn’t such a monster been filtered out by those Ironblood Elders!?