A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1386: Chapter 1387: An Unexpected Incident

Tower, altar, ring.

The Great Oblivion Sorcerer personally ordered the Lianya Meiyu Stigmata Sorcerer to quickly construct these strategic facilities, concerning the life and death of all the Wizard Legions in this world.

This magical tower, towering at 333 meters, was completed in a short year due to the oversight of Wilmi, who had received the blueprint from the Great Oblivion Sorcerer.

In Wilmi’s view, this so-called tower is a crude and simplistic magic power assembly device!

If it truly was the Oblivion Sorcerer who designed it, then the Oblivion Sorcerer has gone mad in pursuit of magic power energy, and even the Deep Abyss Body Refining Wizards might have difficulty bearing such a rough magic collection.

Within the 333-meter high tower, nearly half of the volume is filled with high-purity Energy Baryte, while the other half comprises magic guiding devices. Inside the tower, completed through day and night efforts of tens of thousands of elite wizards, billions of magic runes gather the magic absorbed by various magic conductor devices.

The reason this tower could be completed in such a short time was due to the Lianya Meiyu Stigmata Sorcerer upholding the Great Oblivion Sorcerer’s will, personally contributing, along with tens of thousands of elite Demon-Hunting Sorcerers’ dedicated efforts.

Now, the interior of the tower is filled with magic crystal stones, intensely concentrated magic power converging, as if about to explode at any moment!

All this, at this moment, is completely in my hands, Wilmi thought with a delighted smile.

Just by lightly adjusting this magic regulator rod, the entire tower’s magic can be controlled, making an indelible contribution for the Great Oblivion Sorcerer, influencing the entire battlefield, earning a First-Level Honor Medal!

The utmost glory, the supreme honor, has my heavy presence in this epic legendary canvas.

Gulp!

The old sorcerer swallowed with excitement.

The purpose of establishing this tower, the only reason the old sorcerer could think of, is that the Oblivion Sorcerer possesses an incredibly strong true body, accepting the tower’s magic power through violence, activating a powerful Magic Guide Instrument without consuming his own magic.

And according to the trajectory of the magic runes in this tower, this mystically legendary Magic Guide Instrument is likely the dark round orb at the tower’s peak.

This tower is equivalent to a second Source of Magic Power.

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Green stood atop the chaotic Wizard Legion.

Commanding the battlefield for the first time, the legion’s situation was extremely dire, yet Green, with the identity of a Stigma Sorcerer, truly appreciated the height of vision of a True Spirit Sorcerer — that power firmly in hand and strength Stigma Sorcerers have never had before.

Unfortunately, not a True Spirit, without the Rule Body, nor the entire Holy Tower Legion; what Green could do was rely on the World’s Power to withstand Dominator’s descents, then crush any high-level Terminators daring to descend into the world with absolute personal power.

This was the unrivaled heroic pose when the Purgatory Giant King Abaddon wielded the Purgatory Furnace at the time of the Evil God Playground period!

Alas, this too is just a desperate struggle; back then, Abaddon was exhausted by the incessant legion invasions led by the Seven Rings True Spirit Sorcerer and the One Ring True Spirit Sorcerer, eventually becoming the strongest slave of the Seventh Ring True Spirit Sorcerer Titan’s Ring.

Green didn’t want to repeat Abaddon’s mistakes, hence established this altar; it is a rescue transmission altar.

His Sorcerer’s Tower’s Source of Magic has had no fluctuation for thousands of years, now suddenly fluctuating, will definitely attract attention, thereby tracing back through this altar, this is Green’s last guarantee.

In truth, Green couldn’t believe that after noticing the loss of contact with dozens of small and medium worlds, the Wizarding Alliance, which held a comprehensive advantage in the battle situation, wouldn’t send a True Spirit Sorcerer to investigate.

Green needs to wait, to buy time, this medium-scale world is Green’s stronghold.

”Woo... ”

At such a critical moment, suddenly, Green, surrounded by the Light of Hope, let out a soft hum, unnoticed by others, but Xiao Ba on Green’s shoulder clearly sensed Green’s change.

”Damn it, not now?”

Xiao Ba, staring at the curse imprint left by the Primordial Dark Saint Ancestor on Green’s body, rubbed its head continuously with a wing, obviously frustrated by the occurrence of issues at such a crucial time.

”What effect?”

Green struggled to control his magic, rejecting any anomalies.

”It’s the call of the Enigmatic Illusion World, no wonder it’s called the Sorrow of Dark Terror, a world as profound as the Dimensional Esophagus and Ashen World, how hateful. However, the energy collected by the curse imprint now isn’t that strong, doesn’t even have the power to plunge my true body into a thousand layers of illusions yet, still a long process needed, hm... I feel it’s likely I’ll pull out a shallow illusion rule!”

Green gave a dull grunt, glaring at Xiao Ba.

”What are you standing there for, where’s your The Great Reversal Curse?”

”Damn it, you think Master Eight doesn’t want to help you! Reverse with it? Look at the size disparity between you and that guy, can give you ten percent at most, you bear ninety percent, think you can outlive it? Don’t kid yourself, as long as you don’t leave its Great Dark World, even if the old guy comes back to life, he might not beat it.”

Xiao Ba, also panic-stricken, shouted, and after pondering, continued: ”Three options: first, I, Master Eight, help you delay a while, quickly return to the Wizard World and devise a plan. Second, I replace it with an even stronger curse witchcraft for you, but provide a solution, you’ll improvise then. Third, I know an ancient sorcerer’s evil Sorcery, but it requires sacrificing much blood, with the Sorrow of Dark Terror imprint the Primordial Dark Saint Ancestor placed on you, I’d say the blood from three Sky Mountain Marine Worlds should suffice.”

Green replied irritably: ”The first option I can manage myself, as for the second and third, are you crazy? Replacing it with a stronger curse witchcraft? Sacrificing three medium-scale worlds’ blood?”

Just as Green spoke irritably to Xiao Ba, he froze, his true body suddenly wavered, seemingly being pulled away by something yet remained, instead being drawn back by Green.

”It’s coming!”

Dala, dala, dala, dala...

As Green anxiously and confusedly muttered, a bizarre illusionary aura descended, a puzzling voice emerged, Green and Xiao Ba froze, the sound of dice throwing?

”Welcome to the Round Table of Gambling, warrior of the Material World, I am the Croupier Dealer, summoned by a spell from the ancient World of Gambling by an unknown expert, they want to gamble with you for a life force of one million equivalent energy units, the loser will sacrifice one million equivalent energy unit life force to the World of Gambling.”

The special rules of the illusion world, one million equivalent energy unit life force is trivial to the Primordial Dark Saint Ancestor, but for Green, it’s at least a fifth of his vitality!

Did the Primordial Dark Saint Ancestor want to let Green taste pain by this method first?

A Spectral Giant Squid emerged, its tentacles holding all kinds of gambling tools on the table.

”Level Five Creature? Hmph, get lost, this isn’t the Illusion World of Gambling, the Phantom Rules you’ve summoned can’t drag me into the illusion world, binding me to a mandatory rule contract, and to kill you in the Material Energy World, I don’t even need to act.”

Upon detecting that this illusory creature is only a Level Five energy body in the material world, Green let out a disdainful snort, commanding it to leave his range of vision.

”The powers in the World of Gambling are endless, you can refuse me, but the imprint on you will soon summon even stronger croupier dealers, then that million equivalent energy life force will stack up, along with time interest, this is the rule of gambling. Gamblers never truly win, the house always wins.”