Journey to the Wizarding World

Lost Continent,Dilla Canyon

Located at the junction of the Essos Plains, the Abandoned Land and the Red Snake Kingdom territory, the Dila Canyon is surrounded by black peaks and a strange mist spreads in the canyon, making it look a bit eerie.

"Is this the Dilla Canyon?"

Not far away, a figure wearing a gray robe appeared. His right hand was fused with a bloody blade. His face looked weathered and tired, but his whole body exuded a frightening bloody aura.

"I can feel that the Temple of Killing is hidden deep in this canyon!"

Jorah raised his head, with a solemn luster in his eyes, looking at the black mist-filled Dilla Canyon, with a calm expression on his face.

It has been nearly two years since he arrived on the Lost Continent on a giant ship. In this land with chaotic rules, Jorah, who has the mark of killing, is like a fish in water. Through non-stop killing, his strength has grown by leaps and bounds.

In a short period of two years, he had reached the level of a third-level life form.

Although strictly speaking, Jorah, who was originally a first-level wizard, relied too much on the god of killing to increase his strength and no longer belongs to the wizard himself, but the strength of third-level life forms does exist.

"Kill...Kill everything to your heart's content..."

There was a low murmur in his mind, Jorah's eyes flashed blood red, and the expression on his face was ferocious for a moment, but he gritted his teeth, raised the bloody blade in his right hand, and without hesitation slashed his chest.

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The sharp bloody blade, with a burning rune attached to it, cut through the chest, and at the same time, the pain seemed to be burning in the soul. But it was this severe pain that made the murmurs in the mind gradually disappear, and at the same time, he regained consciousness.

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"The attacks of imprinting are becoming more and more frequent..."

After a while, Jorah's face turned pale, his eyes flashed with a solemn luster, and he murmured to himself.

Those who rely on killing to pursue strength will eventually be devoured by killing!

This is the iron law of divinity left by the God of Slaughter. Even a third-level wizard cannot compete with it. It is precisely because of this that Enzo, who was much stronger than Jorah at the time, did not dare to integrate the divinity of killing into himself.

, but created the Crow of Killing so that it could bear the power contained in divinity.

Then, Jorah shook his head.

He took out a handful of sea salt from the pocket on his waist, sprinkled it on the ground casually, forming a special symbol, and then whispered a spell in his mouth, as if he was performing some special ritual.

Wow!

The sea salt on the ground suddenly burned. At the center of the symbol, a cloud of black mist rose up, and a devil in a formal dress appeared on the spot as a phantom.

"Hello, dear Jorah."

Demon Anorun smiled and looked around. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Huh? Is the smell here the Dilla Canyon?"

Jorah looked cold and nodded slightly.

"Oh my goodness."

Anorun let out an exaggerated laugh and praised, "You can become a demigod in such a short period of time and find the Dilla Canyon. It seems that I was right about you, Jorah!"

"Without further ado."

Jorah interrupted Anorun coldly and said in a deep voice, ": After I became the Son of Slaughter, I can already feel the Temple of Slaughter, which is hidden deep in the Dilla Canyon. What should I do next?"

"What should we do? Oh, of course we have to wait patiently."

A strange luster appeared in Anorun's eyes, and he said faintly: "According to the prophecy of the ancient abyss, the Temple of Slaughter is about to open, but you are not the only one who has the Son of Slaughter on the Lost Continent."

"When the Temple of Slaughter opens, all the sons of Slaughter will gather in Dila Canyon and start a fierce battle. Only those who survive to the end can inherit the legacy of the God of Slaughter!"

"What I want to hear is not this nonsense!"

Jorah frowned and said coldly, "According to the contract between us, I have become the Son of Slaughter and found the location of the Temple of Slaughter for you. Now, it is time for you to fulfill your promise."

"You mean... resurrect your lover?" Anorun's eyes flashed.

"That's right!" Jorah said solemnly.

Anorun smiled and said nothing, and suddenly raised an arm, and a dim light appeared in the open palm. A soul that looked like a girl was trapped in the dim light.

"Winnie!" Jorah's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but take a step forward.

However, the next moment, Anorun grasped Winnie's soul with his palm, ignored Jorah's anger, and said quietly: "According to the agreement between us, I should indeed resurrect your lover now."

"But it's a pity that things have changed!"

"This poor girl's soul has been sinking in the abyss for too long, so if you want to resurrect her, you need to pay more. Even with my current ability, it seems difficult to do it."

"What!?" Jorah was furious.

The murderous aura burst out from all over his body. In an instant, Jorah's eyes turned red. The desire to kill in his mind seemed to have reached the extreme. The bloody blade in his right hand was stabbing at the devil not far away at any time.

"Don't worry, my dear friend."

Seeing this, Anolun quickly waved his hand and said, "Although I can't resurrect your lover now, as long as I get something, I can still fulfill my promise. Please don't worry about this."

"What?" The murderous intent in Jorah's eyes weakened a bit.

"The divine fire in the Temple of Killing!"

Anorun's eyes flashed and he said in a low voice: "The God of Killing has fallen, but the divine fire that belongs to him is kept in the temple. As long as you can help me get a divine fire, I can resurrect your lover."

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"The killing fire?"

Jorah's eyes narrowed and hesitantly said, "The divine fire left by the God of Slaughter should be the most precious thing in the entire temple. Once the temple is opened, all forces in the Lost Continent will fight for it."

"At that time, maybe the gods will also be involved."

"But there is only one divine fire. With my strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get what you want, right?"

Sixth-level life form, the god of killing!

This kind of existence, even in the entire multiverse, is the top terrifying force. In the wizarding world, it is second only to the Supreme Wizard. Once the temple he left behind is opened, there will undoubtedly be disputes.

The gods of the lost continent will fight for it!

However, even if he becomes the Son of Slaughter, Jorah is only a demigod, and with his power, the possibility of competing for the divine fire is extremely slim.

"Who said there is only one divine fire?"

At this time, Anorun suddenly spoke and chuckled: "Wrong information can confuse people and make people make wrong judgments. The God of Slaughter was the God of Dominance at his peak. How could he only have one divine fire?"

Jorah frowned slightly, seeming a little confused.

"Sacred fire is the treasure that the world has nurtured."

Anorun spoke slowly and explained, "When a powerful being merges with divine fire, it can become the god of the world. After that, if you want to continue to improve, you need to master more divine fire!"

"In the ancient times, the power of faith did not exist in the world. To evaluate whether a god is powerful, just look at how many divine fires he possesses."

"Can a god possess multiple divine fires?"

Jorah was a little surprised. The devil's statement subverted his previous understanding, but the other party seemed to have no need to lie.

"Yes, that's exactly it."

Anolun nodded and said, "Actually, this kind of thing is not a secret in the first place. After reaching a certain level, you will naturally know."

"As far as I know, the most basic god of the world possesses a divine fire."

"And when he wants to be promoted to the God of Gods, he needs to possess at least three divine fires, or obtain the allegiance of three subordinate gods!"

"I see."

Jorah looked thoughtful and said, "How many divine fires does the God of Slaughter have?"

"I don't know this."

Anorun shrugged, shook his head and said, "The God of Slaughter in his heyday had at least ten divine fires, but he has fallen and most of the divine fires he originally owned have been taken away."

"However, according to my calculations, there should be at least three sacred fires retained in the Killing Temple!"

"Three divine fires?" Jorah thought with his eyes.

...

Meanwhile, the Abandoned Land.

In the dim cave, Old Snake's face changed, his vertical pupils flickered, and a huge wave of shock was already stirring in his heart.

In the Battle of Canora three thousand years ago, the God of Shadows was actually involved!

"Are you surprised?"

Not far away, Lyles sneered and said faintly, "Opportunities will never appear in a situation of stagnant water. Only chaos is the eternal ladder."

"So, it was you who planned the Battle of Canola?" Old Snake said solemnly.

"Ha! I don't have the ability to cause such a big storm. I'm just a participant who saw the right time." Lyles shook his head and sighed, "But it's a pity that I got nothing in the end."

"What happened in the Battle of Canora three thousand years ago?" Old Snake murmured.

"You don't need to understand this."

Lyles did not return and said in a deep voice, "You just need to know that there is an ownerless divine fire in the Abyss of Eternity. If you want to become a god, the easiest way is to get it!"

Old Snake's face was hesitant, and the luster in his eyes kept flickering.

"What, you're scared?" Lyles sneered and said in confusion: "How can the road to becoming a god be risk-free? If you don't even have this courage, you'd better put away the idea of ​​revenge against Lucy Rice as soon as possible.

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"Okay! I'll go!"

After a long while, Old Snake seemed to have made up his mind and said in a deep voice, "Please, Mr. Lyles, guide me to the Abyss of Eternity to find the Divine Fire."

“Great, right choice!”

Lyles nodded slightly and waved his hand at the same time. A group of shadows rushed towards Old Snake like a tide, forming a special symbol at his feet.

"Absorb this mark, and you can feel the direction of the divine fire."

Later, Lyles said, "Remember, the Abyss of Eternity is a restricted area of ​​the Lost Continent. Even if the gods enter it, they may lose their way. What you have to do is to look for the divine fire. Remember not to be tempted by other things."

"I will wait for you outside the Abyss of Eternity. I will come out immediately after finding the divine fire. As long as you merge with the divine fire, you can become a god as you wish!"

Old Snake nodded slightly, his face a little solemn.

...

Lost Continent, outside Dilla Canyon.

"If there are three divine fires, there might be a chance." Jorah thought in his mind.

Then, he raised his head and said in a deep voice, "As long as I get a divine fire, can you help me resurrect Winnie?"

"Of course, on my soul!"

Anorun said with a decisive tone, "As long as you can get a piece of divine fire and sacrifice it to the great abyss, it will be easy to resurrect your lover."

"This is the last time I trust you." Jorah took a deep breath.

At this moment, Jorah's eyes narrowed.

On the land in the distance, a powerful aura suddenly appeared, approaching in the direction of Dila Canyon, full of wild flavor.

"It seems that an incredible guy is approaching here."

Anorun also felt something, and began to become illusory, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a vague voice.

"Looking forward to our next meeting, you have received the divine fire..."

After the devil disappeared, Jorah thought for a moment and decided to leave. The scent of approaching the Dila Canyon was getting stronger and stronger, and he would arrive in a quarter of an hour at most. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he quickly hid his figure.

Immediately afterwards, Jorah came near the Dilla Canyon.

Not long after, a powerful aura full of wildness appeared. It was an ape-like creature with a ferocious face and strong limbs. Although it walked upright in a human way, its body was covered with a thick layer of gray hair.

"Already left? Son of Slaughter."

The ape beast appeared on the spot, crawling on the ground, sniffing around, with a glimmer of light in its eyes, and said to itself, "I smell the smell of the abyss, it seems to be those cunning devils!"

Then, the ape looked around.

"You were clearly here just now, but you were running so fast, did you feel my breath? What a pity..."

Then, the ape monster stood up.

He turned around and looked towards Dila Canyon, his eyes flashing with luster, and he murmured: "The Temple of Slaughter is about to open. Before this feast starts, I must catch a son of killing."

"Only by relying on the ability of the Son of Slaughter can I seize the opportunity!"

As he spoke, a trace of fire flashed in the eyes of the ape monster, and he said, "The treasure left behind by the God of Slaughter is enough to make the entire Lost Continent tremble. If I can get the divine fire inside, I can even try to directly attack the realm of the God of Gods."

"This is a rare opportunity that you must not miss..."

At this time, the ape monster's nose suddenly moved.

A gleam of light appeared in his eyes, and he looked in one direction. There was a hint of excitement in his tone, and he grinned, ": Another one of the auras of the Son of Slaughter has arrived. It seems that I am really lucky today!"

In the distant wilderness, a figure slowly appeared.

It was a tall, elegant man with pointed ears. His skin was a bit dark, but his appearance was extremely handsome. He was like a ghost hunter, quietly approaching the Dila Canyon, with a killing mark on his forehead.

The mark is particularly conspicuous.