Chapter 889: Chapter 747: The Excretion of All Spirits (4,000-Word Chapter!)
Tang Qi, who awoke from the “All-Knowing” state, not only showed anger but also confusion upon realizing that his subordinates had encountered an incident. The scene unfolding in his eyes was indeed too unbelievable.
lter Wizards!
These four words, in the Mysterious Side, do not just represent an extraordinary profession.
Whether it is the Order Camp or the Chaotic Camp, they generally would not provoke them without necessity.
And even if they do provoke, it usually involves collective encirclent and slaughter.
An act like sacrificing a lter Wizard is impossible during the Dark Era.
“Sacrificing a lter Wizard brings no benefit and instead angers the Master of the Crucible, the most violent of the Dominator-level gods… However, the current situation is indeed different, as the Master of the Crucible has been locked in a Little Black House by the gods together.”
“The ‘Evil God’ hidden within the boundless mystery dares not seek revenge in the Little Black House, so it seeks out lter Wizards to vent its anger first?”
As Tang Qi pondered, he reacted instantly.
His first action was to have the avatar who completed the last “casting a spell” return imdiately from the final gathering point in Pennsylvania.
His second action was to once again summon a Divine Tentacle, wriggling towards the site of the incident.
…
Ti reversed to about several minutes earlier.
In Apazhou, one of the Federation’s ten major cities, Delaware City.
This is the most ancient gathering place for humans in the Federation. Countless historical events occurred here, both before and after the Federation’s establishnt, even before the establishnt of the special district as the capital of the Federation.
Naturally, as the core city of the Delaware tropolitan area, it beca one of the gathering points for the Molten Furnace Legion.
And the one responsible here is the seemingly naive Happy Fisher.
Compared to the increasingly cunning Maff, Leon, and others, Happy, this chubby young man, has always been extrely steady.
However, this ti, he seed to be sowhat unlucky.
The gathering point he was in charge of was located at the center of Delaware City, in a building constructed entirely from gray-white granite, a behemoth that was both exquisite and heavy, commanding a look of admiration: the Delaware City Hall.
And he was responsible for thirty-five lter Wizards, of whom thirty-one accepted the invitation.
No, to be accurate, it was thirty-two.
The last person who rushed over, encountered Misfortune as soon as he appeared.
He had long since been targeted by an “Extraordinary Organization,” and until tonight, due to the Fla Bird’s invitation, he fully revealed his identity as a lter Wizard. As soon as he appeared at the City Hall, the hidden Extraordinary Organization also erged, launching a silent war.
Since it was a sneak attack, coupled with the disparity in numbers and strength, Happy Fisher and the remaining thirty-one lter Wizards quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.
Happy Fisher’s chubby face was full of seriousness and anger as he stared at a middle-aged man not far away who was smiling fiercely.
Under his feet, nurous giant stones and reliefs rotated and transford like gears. Occasionally, one could catch a glimpse of the gigantic bronze statue of “Jonathan Payne,” the founder of Delaware City.
The entire City Hall, after the middle-aged man used a Curio, was flipped over and fell into a special state, akin to a “Mirror World,” a perfect replica of the real City Hall but without a single staff mber present.
Happy realized that this was the opponent’s trick to isolate the influence of the real world and use the City Hall as the battlefield for both sides.
The current situation was extrely unfavorable for the lter Wizards.
Through the occasionally rotating windows, and the sotis flickering Light Flas, Happy watched his thirty-one newly received partners completely separated, forced to keep running within this massive building over a hundred ters tall with hundreds of rooms.
Although so lter Wizards occasionally managed to launch counterattacks, the other side had absolute advantages in both numbers and strength, putting the lter Wizards in severe danger.
What made Happy even angrier was the figure being tortured at the highest point.
It was a boy with curly brown hair, freckles all over his face, with an innocent and naive look, whose body was bound by a Curio resembling “black ropes.” The boy kept releasing Molten Furnace Flas, but the ropes couldn’t be burned away.
Around the boy sat eight wizards with dim auras, wearing special robes mixed with gown and armor styles, each with a pale complexion, sparse hair, and an emaciated appearance. Only their eyes flickered with green light, cold and evil.
Ordinary humans would probably fall into madness imdiately by making eye contact with them.
The eight ford a “Sacrificial Array,” with the boy bound at the center, and before him, the ninth pale wizard.
However, anyone could see that this person had been parasitized by so kind of “Horror Will.”
His legs, torso, and arms were all twisted at odd angles, even his head was twisting “crack, crack, crack,” with oily, sparse hair draping down. In his murky eyes, black-green mist was churning.
In the mist, there was resentnt, hatred, distortion….
His voice seed to penetrate from a mysteriously unknown dinsion, overlapping and blurred, spoken through human lips, transforming into an extrely bizarre tone.
“…Gurgle, gurgle… ”
“The taste of the lter… foul… the soul of the lter Wizards… sweet.”
“Before enjoying… must handle first… I want… to hear your screams.”
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