Nightmare Patriarch truly could not atone even if he were ground to dust and scattered to the wind!
As Dole flew, he observed his surroundings, his heart turning ice-cold.
The desolate northwestern plateaus and plains had become even more barren. Even Magic Beasts above level five in the surrounding mountains were pitifully few, all slaughtered because of the threat of a possible invasion.
The Northwest had become a land of death.
According to the maps, the Northwest covered 113 million square kilometers. Yet now, only a scattered handful of intelligent beings remained on this land. It was simply too tragic.
As Dole traveled onward, shock filled his heart every step of the way. These people were dead. But what about Nightmare Patriarch?
This world truly was unjust. Why did ordinary people have to suffer such a miserable fate, while villains like Nightmare Patriarch could roam free beyond the reach of the law?
Heaven was unfair.
Grief filled Dole's heart, along with an unwavering resolve to wipe out Nightmare Patriarch. So long as that man lived, the world would never know peace.
Just then, he sensed traces of a spacetime tunnel magic array far ahead. He extended his spiritual power and ordered, "Who is there? Activate the spacetime tunnel magic array."
A reply soon came from the other side. "This is the Glory Wizard Alliance's forward position. May I ask who you are?"
Although spacetime tunnel magic arrays had been deployed on a large scale, very few people could actually use them. Those at the rear assumed someone would eventually come through, so they asked the routine question and hurriedly reported it upward.
Dole replied, "Dole of the Northwest."
The person on the other end was instantly startled. "The spacetime tunnel is opening. Wizard Dole, please teleport over immediately. Things here