No second-grade Honor Medal had been born, but saving a second-grade Honor Medal Demon-Hunting Grand Wizard on the verge of death was still a fortunate thing.
Under the admiring, reverent gazes of the Demon-Hunting Wizards all along the way, Green returned to the Space Fortress and placed the dying second-grade Honor Medal Demon-Hunting Grand Wizard in the Space Fortress core medical chamber for self-reincarnation.
The resources consumed were considerable.
Green then made his way to the Space Fortress Combat Command. As though he were in his own home, intelligent mechanical puppet guards respectfully followed him, becoming his personal guard, while energy defense mechanisms became his protective devices. With a click, the heavy metal doors opened.
The many Dawn Wisdom Wizards looked toward the suddenly arrived Annihilation Tower Stigmata Wizard and promptly bowed respectfully.
"Mm."
He stroked several ferocious, carnivorous flowers beside the metal doors. At that moment, the flowers were as docile as puppies, luxuriating in Green's caress.
Before the Fortress Heart, Andrei asked in confusion, "Master, what are your arrangements?"
An ice element beneath him formed a chair, and Green took his seat. Little Eight, meanwhile, acted as though it had flown back into Green's laboratory, swaggering about and playing to its heart's content.
"This Demon-Hunting Expedition's plan needs to be changed. Help me arrange it."
Green spoke in a commanding tone that permitted no doubt. In the final analysis, although the Demon-Hunting Expedition plan belonged to the Wizard World, conquering individual worlds was the private affair of Stigmata Wizards. How it was done and what was done were all decided by a Stigmata Wizard's single thought!
"How does Master wish to arrange it?"
Andrei asked in a low voice. A Stigmata Wizard's last-minute alteration of an expedition plan meant no small amount of work for Combat Command.
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