Journey to the Wizarding World

"Could it be...that it's also due to the environment?"

Enzo stroked his chin, with a thoughtful expression on his face. Instead of rushing on, he took out a few potions from the space ring and poured them all into his mouth, thus restoring the lost magic power.

"It seems that this is the rule of the Dark Sea of ​​Trees!"

Enzo took a deep breath, looked at the dark front, and said to himself: "The place shrouded in black mist is the realm of disaster. In this dark sea of ​​trees, only evil beasts and evil powers adapt to the environment."

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"As for any other life, they will suffer different oppressions!"

"No wonder after so many years, even though the God of Blood Killing is stronger than the God of Disaster, he still dare not step into the dark sea of ​​trees."

In place, a thoughtful expression appeared on Enzo's face.

Not far away, countless black branches intertwined together, like a spider web in the sky, like mouse-like eyes, staring down.

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At the same time, deep in the dark sea of ​​trees.

In a dead and dark place, surrounded by branches with claws and claws, only there is a square-like open space in the center, with twisted and ugly evil beast kings prostrate on the ground, as motionless as sculptures.

Swish swish!

A slight sound came, and in the middle of the silent square, on an extremely huge black throne, the God of Disaster, who looked like a giant ghost octopus, woke up from his deep sleep, with tentacles trembling all over his body.

Squeak!

On the ground, a palm-sized mouse made a quick cry, then crawled to the side of the black throne, seeming to say something to the God of Disaster.

"Has anyone entered the dark sea of ​​trees?"

The God of Disaster stretched out a tentacle and caught the mouse. Feeling the message sent to him by the mouse, the ferocious one eye in the center of his body slowly closed, and his thoughts began to spread to the entire dark sea of ​​trees.

After a long while, the God of Disaster slowly opened his one eye.

"What a pity, it's just a little thing." As the God of Disaster's thoughts spread, all the evil beasts in the dark sea of ​​trees became his eyes, so it was easy to spot Enzo who entered it.

"However, since this little mouse has arrived, that guy Sayenu will definitely take action!"

The bloated body of the God of Disaster was squatting limply on the throne, with a strange luster in his single eye, and a hint of fieryness in his tone as he murmured: "It's not easy to create such an opportunity, Sayenu, you...

Guys, please don’t let me down!”

As he spoke, the tentacles of the God of Disaster trembled.

He slowly floated up from the throne, and the suckers of each tentacle spit out black mist, as if it was some kind of energy, which was transmitted to the kings of evil beasts around the clearing.

Immediately, the evil beast kings who had absorbed the divine power of disaster became extremely excited, letting out low and suppressed gasps, and their ferocious and terrifying eyes shone with a strange luster, as if they were eager to fight.

The God of Disaster waved his tentacles with satisfaction.

"The trap has been set, now it's up to that guy Sayenu to decide what to do!" The God of Disaster muttered to himself, and suddenly raised an extremely thick black tentacle.

Stab!

The God of Disaster swings its black tentacles, which are extremely smooth and do not have a suction cup compared to other tentacles. However, if you look carefully, you can find a thin and imperceptible trace in the center of this black tentacle.

Following the movements of the God of Disaster, the trace began to crack.

Bang!

The extremely thick black tentacles parted like a banana peel, spitting out a black metal coffin. It fell to the ground with a sound, and the lid of the coffin slid down automatically, revealing the scene inside.

Among the thick and disgusting mucus, lay a naked humanoid body.

It seemed to be a male war ghost tribe, with a height of three meters and an unusually burly body, but it seemed to have been transformed, and the skin was black and covered with sharp barbs like thorns.

"Arise, my slave!"

A strange light flashed in the God of Disaster's single eye, and more than ten tentacles simultaneously reached towards the coffin, using suction cups to absorb the mucus inside, and then prepared to pull out the humanoid body.

However, at this moment.

The man who was lying in the coffin like a corpse suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his thick and powerful arms, grabbed a tentacle from the God of Disaster, and then used his strength in vain to pull it

The tentacles were torn off.

Not far away, one of the tentacles of the God of Disaster was torn off, but he did not show any anger. Instead, his one eye showed an excited light, as if facing a treasure, his tentacles were trembling.

"It's such a powerful force, so great!"

The God of Disaster sighed in admiration, and then from the suckers of several tentacles, thick black mist was sprayed out again, covering the surroundings of the burly man.

The man in the coffin had an expression of resistance on his face.

But this expression did not last long, his face stiffened, he stood up slowly like a puppet, crawled out of the coffin, and knelt on one knee in front of the black throne.

"Master!" The man made a cold voice.

"Oh! My baby, get up quickly."

The God of Disaster spoke excitedly, and a trace of impatience seemed to flash in his one eye, and he murmured: "I really can't wait any longer. What kind of expression will that guy Sayenu have when he sees you?"

"I guess that scene must be wonderful!"

"What do you think? Saya!"

The man named Saya was still kneeling on the ground and did not answer the God of Disaster. His soul had long been polluted by the black mist. At this time, he was like a puppet, completely obeying the will of the God of Disaster, Brahma.

"Hey, you didn't expect it, Sayenu!"

A strange luster flashed through the one eye of the God of Disaster, and he whispered, "Although I was defeated by you in that battle in ancient times, I didn't leave all my trump cards behind."

"I have waited patiently for so many years just for this opportunity!"

"The black mist season is coming to an end? Huh! Just watch, starting from this year, I will make this world forever shrouded in black mist. The era of two gods coexisting will eventually go away. From now on, I will become the only master.

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As the God of Disaster spoke, his voice gradually became louder.

In the end, it even formed a declaration like a shout, and in the depths of a dead and dark sea of ​​trees, the voice of the God of Disaster echoed. It was not until the suppressed emotions in his heart were vented that the God of Disaster gradually calmed down.

"However, before all this begins, let's get rid of that little mouse first!" Then, the God of Disaster whispered to himself, "Wizard civilization? Maybe you are indeed powerful enough, but in this world, I am

He is the master!"

After saying that, the God of Disaster waved his tentacles.

The black mist in front dispersed and rotated to form a picture, revealing a scene like a mirror, exactly where Enzo was.

"Go, my children!"

"Before my battle with Sayenu begins, let's get rid of his allies first and let the flame of hope be completely extinguished!"

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The border of the dark sea of ​​trees.

On the spot, Enzo's eyes flashed, and he felt spying in his heart, but he did not show it. Instead, he pretended to be nonchalant and continued to move towards the depths of the dark sea of ​​trees.

"Have you discovered me?" Enzo thought in his mind.

The dark sea of ​​trees is the domain of the God of Disaster. Here, he is a ruler-like existence. Every evil beast can become the eye of the God of Disaster, so it is only a matter of time before Enzo is discovered.

"But counting the time, the blood-killing god is almost here, right?"

Enzo walked forward calmly, his footsteps stepping on dead branches, his eyes flashing with luster. The plan to deal with the God of Disaster was proposed by the God of Bloodkillers, and Enzo was just a supporter.

But now, he has entered the dark sea of ​​trees, but the blood-killing god has not appeared.

Wow!

At this moment, there was another noise in the silent surroundings. The black branches in the sky that covered the sky suddenly began to move, and the vines seemed to be alive and began to attack.

Enzo stopped and frowned slightly.

"Are you planning to use the environment to trap me here?"

All around, the branches have turned into black snakes, and they are quickly attacking Enzo. The shadows under his feet instantly turned into ten sickles, cutting off the black snake branches one after another with a swing.

However, there are more and more branches around.

The entire dark sea of ​​trees is composed of countless trees, so there is no shortage of trees in this area. No matter how many branches Enzo cuts off, more black snakes will continue to attack.

At the same time, these black branches absorb the black mist and grow.

They were like part of the body of the God of Disaster. The moment they felt the command of the God of Disaster, the entire sea of ​​dark trees had turned into a giant man-eating beast, constantly consuming and eating Enzo's energy.

"It's not an option to continue like this."

Enzo frowned slightly, with a trace of solemnity on his face. The attacks of the dark sea of ​​trees were everywhere. Even if he wanted to use shadow sneaking or the Phantom Crow technique, he could not escape this attack.

"It seems that the only option is to summon the Emerald Crow."

Enzo shook his head. The Emerald Crow was originally left in the Dalian tribe to cultivate the evil ghost larvae and reproductive flowers, but now in this situation, he can't care so much.

Although Enzo can also use witchcraft to fight his way out, the price of doing so will undoubtedly consume a lot of magic power.

You must know that in this dark sea of ​​trees, special rules cause Enzo to consume a lot of energy every time he uses witchcraft. Although he carries a large amount of magic potions, his excessive reliance on magic potions to replenish his magic power will inevitably cause damage to him.

Cause certain potential harm to the body.

As far as Enzo knows, during the Second Age.

When a certain wizard organization in the Western Continent was conducting a plane expedition, the third-level wizard who was the leader used magic potions excessively for the God-Slaying Plan, which caused the magic crystals in his body to be on the verge of disintegration, and he almost died.

Different potions have different effects, but one thing is very common, that is, wizards cannot over-take potions. In addition to the body being unable to bear it, if you take the same potion many times, you may also develop a certain resistance to the potion.

"Emerald Crow!"

On the spot, Enzo no longer hesitated, using the shadow field to build a defense, and then directly called out, and as a group of green light bloomed in the air, the Emerald Crow from the Dalien tribe also instantly appeared in the dark sea of ​​trees.

among.

Suddenly, the emerald light dispersed the surrounding darkness.

The power of nature seems to be able to restrain the black mist to a certain extent. When the Emerald Crow appeared, the surrounding black branches stagnated for a moment. Although it was short-lived, it actually appeared.

"Ocean of trees!"

The Emerald Crow was floating in the air. After feeling Enzo's order, it immediately flapped its wings, and seeds like light spots were scattered on the earth, and then grew rapidly and crazily.

In an instant, the originally dark sea of ​​trees grew green.

The black mist that filled the surrounding area was dispersed by the force of nature. The trees on the ground opened their eyes one after another and turned into tree guards, driving away the surrounding black branches.

“Very effective.”

A smile appeared on Enzo's face, but then he shook his head and said, "It's a pity that it's not enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar suddenly came.

Deeper into the dark sea of ​​trees, in the endless darkness, evil beasts with twisted and ugly shapes rushed out crazily. Their numbers were so large that they formed a powerful force like a tide of beasts.

"Shadow Corps!" Enzo thought in his mind.

Since you want to save the consumption of magic power, it is the perfect thing to send out the Shadow Corps to deal with those low-level evil beasts. As the shadows spread under your feet, shadow soldiers also appeared one after another.

Swish, brush, brush!

In the darkness, the shadow soldiers were like assassins. The moment they rushed out of the sea of ​​trees, they merged with the darkness, and then launched a counterattack against the evil beasts, coupled with the tree guards summoned by the Emerald Crow.

, the scene suddenly became extremely intense.

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On the other side, deep in the dark sea of ​​trees.

The God of Disaster is entrenched on the black throne, staring ahead with one eye. In the vortex formed by the black mist, there is a scene outside the sea of ​​trees. A large number of low-level evil beasts are like cannon fodder, consuming Enzo's magic power.

"As expected of wizard civilization, it is indeed very powerful!"

Looking at the scene in the whirlpool, the God of Disaster couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Jealousy and hatred flashed in his one eye. He raised a broken tentacle and recalled some bad memories in his mind.

That was decades ago.

The divine war between the God of Disaster and the God of Bloodkiller ended, and the world was shattered. The two indigenous gods entered the endless void. The God of Bloodkiller was nowhere to be found, but the God of Disaster discovered the existence of the wizarding world.

When he first discovered the wizarding world, the God of Disaster was extremely happy.

In his view at that time, the world was extremely fragile, and the human beings who controlled the world were weak and even pitiful. The God of Disaster could use some random means to trick them into giving their souls to him.

It was also during that period that the God of Disaster was making waves.

With the help of the gods, he harvested a large number of souls, and his body, which was severely injured by the blood-killing god, gradually began to recover. It was not until he met Enzo later that he broke the connection with the wizarding world and stopped for a short period of time.