Ninety-nine bird heads roared.
A torrent of scorching black smoke, like a deadly hurricane, rose into the air.
Having done all this, the Death Shadow spread its wings and flapped them with all its might.
The trembling Twilight Elves in the temple let out a scream, and a gust of wind swept through, scattering them everywhere, some even flying more than ten meters before landing on the ground.
The Twilight Elves chieftain and Dai'er clung to the ruins of the temple amidst the howling wind, ignoring their people being blown away by the storm, and looked at the Death Shadow fleeing in terror and disarray.
"Father, I'm not seeing things, am I!"
The old Elves also gazed silently at the sky, saying nothing.
Dai'er's worldview seemed to have been utterly upended; she exclaimed in disbelief, " The Death Shadow... it actually fled in fear!!!"
The massive, dark hand in the sky was being attacked by the deadly hurricane. With such an overwhelming amount of black smoke, even the giant hand couldn't fall for a while.
Deathwing dared not linger even for a second longer, his massive body doing everything in its power to escape the reach of the silent, dark sky.
It has to be this way!
However, the dark light in the sky was so vast that it had already enveloped the entire Sunset Canyon.
With the bloodline of the ancient Thousand-Headed Bird flowing through its veins, the Death Shadow was not known for its speed. Furthermore, after being sealed for a thousand years, even with its long lifespan, it could not help but suffer from the erosion and cleansing of the power of time, resulting in a severe decline in its power. As soon as it broke free of the seal, it encountered this terrifying monster!
I'm afraid this time, the odds are against us.
"Hehehehehe, little bird, where are you going?"
Within the black light, another gigantic hand emerged from the silence, pressing down with an aura capable of Destruction heaven and earth, radiating terrifying energy ripples in all directions.
The Death Shadow screamed and crashed to the ground with a thud.
"My God! Impossible!"
Inside the sealed temple, Dai'er screamed.
She gazed at the crater created by the Death Shadow on the distant hillside, where rocks tumbled down, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints and trembling incessantly.
"That's the Death Shadow!"
"The greatest saintess in history Bolan Saintess, barely managed to seal away the Death Shadow by burning her own life and with the help of the Twilight Holy Flower!"
"How could this be...?"
"How could I have been photographed like a helpless chick?"
The Death Shadow crashed to the ground, leaving it dazed and confused.
"We cannot give up; we must escape the area governed by his laws!"
Its massive body struggled desperately, and the scorching black smoke emanating from it easily turned the vegetation within a hundred meters into black ash in an instant.
However, just as the monster made a move, a huge black fist slammed down again.
Before the fist even arrived, within the area covered by its force, stones floated up, shattered, and turned into powder.
Death Shadow, who had just stood up, instantly collapsed again, staring in horror at the transformative power that did not belong to the mortal realm.
If it were at its peak, it could still put up some resistance.
But it is currently in an unprecedented period of decline, and such power is simply beyond its reach.
"Why!!!"
The Death Shadow gazed up at that Destruction power, and the soul roared.
"Someone as great as you, why would you treat me like this?"
"Hehehehehehe!"
A Destruction force crashed down with a cruel, sinister laugh. Amidst the violent tremors, endless dark light gradually coalesced, gathering within the tiny, hunched body in the sky.
A few sparse strands of hair rose and fell with the violent energy fluctuations around them, fluttering in the wind.
Two dead fish eyes, one big and one small, looked down at that mountain-like physique as if they were looking at a brand-new Whitey, with a hint of delight.
With his hunched back and hands behind his back, a sinister and grotesque smile spread across his face, revealing jagged teeth. He arrogantly declared, "My greatness is my own business. How I treat you is none of your concern."
After a cold laugh and a muttered curse, the Old Monster slowly descended to the ground and began to examine its new specimen.
"Yes, one of his leg bones is broken."
Like a grumpy old man, the Old Monster stretched out his foot and kicked the bird-headed red-crowned creature, which was as tall as a person.
"About sixty heads are still intact. With so many heads, as long as one survives, that's enough. Hehehehe, if we kill one off a week, we can pass the time for a year."
The old man then looked at the other parts of the Death Shadow.
In front of the gate of the Sealed Temple.
"Father, why? Why is the Death Shadow like this!"
Dai'er was in tears.
"We, the Twilight Elves, have guarded the seal for generations, protecting the peace of the world, calling ourselves the guardians of the world. But... but it had only just emerged when it was taken by that person... Waaah! What have we been working so hard for over a thousand years, sacrificing so much for?"
" Dai'er."
The remaining Twilight Elves looked at their chieftain, while Dai'er, her eyes brimming with tears, looked at her father.
The old Elves took a deep breath and said, "We Twilight Elves haven't left this valley for far too long since the death of the Bolan Saintess thirteen hundred years ago, and we know nothing about the outside world."
What do you mean?
Dai'er was still reeling from the shock; her world was in chaos.
They thought it was the end of the world, but the Death Shadow had just broken free of its seal when it was knocked unconscious by an even more terrifying monster.
Was the mission for which he had dedicated his life to merely a joke in the eyes of that monster?
"Perhaps the outside world has changed a lot over the years. We no longer have seals to protect, no longer have missions, and the beauty of this world no longer needs our defense. Maybe it's time to go out and see it."
You mean...?
Just then...
In the Death Shadow, a bird's head silently opened its eyes and looked at the hunched old man.
"He has finally shed his God Body! This is his only chance! His only chance to escape from here!"
Sudden.
While the Old Monster was carefully considering how to dispose of this rare specimen, the Death Shadow suddenly spewed out torrents of scorching black smoke from the numerous bird heads, instantly engulfing the tiny figure. It struggled to stand up again, ignoring its limping legs and the thirty-odd broken and drooping necks, and spread its wings with all its might.
"I did it! I did it!! I'm leaving this place, leaving this remote and dangerous corner of the continent!!!"
However.
As the unconscious claw suddenly came with a tremendous pulling force, the Death Shadow, which had spread its wings and flown into the air, crashed to the ground with a "thud".
Huh!?
The Death Shadow turned its head blankly to look at the hunched figure that was only as tall as its toes, with one big and one small dead fish eyes looking at it with a mocking expression.
"Little one, I didn't want to treat you so roughly, after all, it's not in line with the gentlemanly conduct of a respected and great scholar, but... you're being very naughty!!!"
Well...
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
To everyone's astonishment, this hunched human, only about 1.5 meters tall, was actually lifting the toenails of a mountain-sized behemoth and slamming it back and forth against its body with a sinister laugh. He kept slamming it from side to side, again and again, until the sound of bones breaking filled the air.
"Kill me! Kill me!! Great being, I beg you to grant me death!!!"
Humiliation and despair, the Death Shadow roared.
The Old Monster slammed it down one last time, sending the behemoth flying with a loud "boom."
"Hehehehehe, that really puts me in a difficult position! My biological specimen research institute needs you, a living specimen, to cooperate in various dissection experiments. So, to avoid putting me in a difficult position, please cooperate obediently and live well! Perhaps my students will be pleased and bestow upon you some anesthetic or something. As for the use of the anesthetic... when you scream hysterically in pain, when you have a chance to escape but think of rushing to commit suicide, you'll know how precious the anesthetic is, hehehehehe!"
"No, no, no..."
Amidst the desperate cries of agony, the Death Shadow was sealed away by the Old Monster using unknown means.
Glug.
Reilo swallowed hard and slowly flew over.
Has the power of humanity's top scholars reached this level?
But even though he clearly possesses such power...
Why didn't these academicians stand up and stop the burning of books at the academy?!
Looking at the cratered hillside and the satisfied expression on the Old Monster's face, Reilo suppressed his anger and doubt and slowly said, "Master, this Witcher just revealed some information that you might find interesting."
"Oh?"
The Old Monster looked at the little Witcher in Reilo's Bubble Technique.
"What news?"
"The World War Plan of the Evil Shadow Witcher King"
Reilo released the unconscious Witcher.
After the Old Monster was taken aback, a blue light flashed from the little finger ring and landed on the Witcher.
"Where am I? You, you... what have you done to me?"
The Old Monster seemed to have no intention of wasting words with the young Witcher. His withered, aged hand, as if possessing endless attraction, pressed down on the head of the young Witcher covered in white scales.
"Hehehehe, you can choose not to speak. My biological specimen research institute has recently developed a new technology. All you need to do is dissect your brain. Without the constraints of your body, it will honestly answer my questions, although only for a few minutes."
Not long after.
The young Witcher completely gave in.
"About a year and a half ago, the Evil Shadow Great Warlock King suddenly returned to the Dark World and, as the newly crowned Sky Shadow, announced a world war plan, hoping to use the power of the terrifying creatures deep within the continent to wipe out those traitors. He then summoned some of his former subordinates here to begin the first step of the plan."
"Etc!"
Reilo interrupted the young Witcher.
"You just said, the newly crowned Sky Shadow Witch King?"
Yes, is there a problem?
The little Witcher had resigned himself to his fate.
That Old Monster is absolutely terrifying!
Reilo's expression changed. Was it just a coincidence, or was Wushuang Jialie the newly crowned Witch King?
impossible...
Reilo recalled his encounters with Wushuang Jialie, a scholar shrouded in mystery and trustworthy, the pride of Gubo, who was actually a Witcher had fallen into the Dark World?
Reason refused to admit it, but deep down, Reilo unconsciously overlapped Wushuang's figure with the identity of Witcher, pondering the possibilities.
"Let's continue."
"Our purpose in breaking the seal is to hinder the scholars' investigation into the Blood Demon Flower. Many other Witcher have received similar missions. That's all I know!"
Reilo glanced at Corleon discreetly.
The Old Monster remained completely calm, making no comment as he played with the black feather in his hand. It was a feather from the Death Shadow, some of which Reilo had also collected.
"Master?"
Corleon snapped out of his reverie and glanced at Reilo.
"Did you know that last month Aurora dispatched four bishops, leading a portion of the Crusaders, to the border of the Bal Grand Duchy?"
Well?
Reilo shook his head in confusion.
"Hmph, those arrogant fellows are paying the price for their arrogance. Although the other duchies are unwilling to provoke the Church of Light, they are also unwilling to watch the Bal Grand Duchy perish and the six Academy of Natural Sciences Academy of Natural Sciences five. Therefore, they can only try to shift the focus and investigate the heresies here to see if they can get the Balda Duchy out of the crisis temporarily."
Reilo took a deep breath.
"Master, why didn't the Royal Academician Committee Grand Natural Sciences Academy stop the book burning incident a year ago? You clearly have such great power, why!"
Reilo's voice was somewhat indignant, and he spoke in a questioning tone.
Corleon wasn't angry; instead, he remained calm.
"That's because you didn't join the Crusade Army and witness the power of a true god."
"True God?"
Reilo asked, puzzled.
The Old Monster grinned.
"After a Level 3 creature advances to Level 4, a tremendous qualitative change occurs. As for a True God, you can think of it as... a Level 5 creature!"