A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1351: Chapter 1353: Holy Ancestor War?

Less than four rotations, more than six months, which is just over half a year.

For high-order beings, this period is but a few fleeting moments of engagement.

In this battlefield of Dark Holy Ancestors within this void, in the eyes of countless dark creatures on the battlefield, Green has already indisputably descended as a Dark Holy Ancestor, with dark gurgles gathering ceaselessly around, amplifying the dark rules for Green.

Relying on Green’s powerful true body foundation, even though the dark rule amplification is only barely close to a million degrees, it is already enough to stand at the peak of this battlefield, strongly defending alongside the Dark Ancestors Giant Peak and Twin-tailed Fish, delaying time.

"Dark Portal, the supreme artifact that the Primordial Dark Saint Ancestor is fully crafting, civilization essence. Might as well take this opportunity to see how far the Dark Portal has come, must transmit the most essential intelligence here back to Wizard World, maybe get clues to escape this world cluster internal war."

Determined, Green thoroughly regards himself as a Dark Holy Ancestor.

The fifty-thousand-meter Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird, with its majestic body spread its wings at the edge of this field, leading the battlefield like a towering immovable mountain, engaging half-heartedly with an Old Faction Dark Saint Ancestor.

If the opponent attempts to attack, the Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird begins to fight back full force, intimidating the opponent’s auxiliary troops, like a porcupine bristling with its spines.

And once the opponent shows signs of a fatigued stalemate, without any desire for a victorious pursuit, it just defends firmly, delaying time.

It’s a typical "don’t mess with me" warning posture.

Thus, also giving this opposing Dark Ancestor battling Green some illusion, that this side is also not an aggressor.

Over several rotations, both sides have clashed a few times, but not nearly as fiercely as other Dark Ancestors.

"Looks like your side can hardly hold out, so, any plans?"

The Old Faction Holy Ancestor legions, already holding absolute advantage, rush forward again. A few months of mutual containment with Green, this Dark Ancestor now initiates communication with Green’s will, with a somewhat easy jest.

Breaking through the extreme, fifty-thousand-meter Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird opposite, with a black sword image, is the Old Faction Dark Ancestor mutually containing Green for months.

The Dark Sword is engraved with numerous ghostly green runes, which seem alive, writhing and gleaming constantly.

"After all, the Black Rose is not a Holy Ancestor, it’s now reached its limit, likely needs to go back, with the Dark Portal pulling it, there shouldn’t be any danger. As for faction surrender... Let’s see the situation. If it really comes to the time when the trend is set, I’ll surrender to your side. Used to find the Dark World Cluster dull and lifeless, now it’s too troublesome."

Green, in the guise of a long-slumbering ancient Dark Holy Ancestor, laments.

"Isn’t it all the fault of those Wizards? Chaos outbreaks used to randomly appear between the Dark, Shenbei, and Xiahe Ruins world clusters. Ever since those wicked Wizards came to Xiahe Ruins world cluster, chaos outbreak directions have only been Shenbei and Dark World Cluster sides. Which Holy Ancestor wouldn’t know, if those wicked Wizards were to unify Xiahe Ruins world cluster, the future target might be us."

The Dark Sword melts into an ancient sculpture, casually attacking back against the Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird once more.

Murmuring, the sculpture says again, "But chaos outbreaks are about to arrive, not sure if the plan to make the Dark Portal collapse will succeed, let’s see, if not, I’ll defect to your side."

To the external world and lower beings, the civil war within the Dark World Cluster has reached a point of irreconcilable differences, a battle of life and death, but judging by these months of Green’s participation in the Holy Ancestor war, it’s not at all as the outside world and lower beings imagine!

Rather than a Holy Ancestor war, it’s more about ideological conflicts in world cluster planning!

Essentially, the Dark Ancestors are fighting for the future of the Dark World Cluster, the so-called Holy Ancestor war, in Holy Ancestor perspective, is just an internal system evolution game.

Both sides are doing just enough, frequently surrendering, defecting to each other; post-surrender, only imprisoned, not overly troubled.

Both factions of Dark Ancestors want to prove their correctness!

Pathetic.

Things lower beings fight to prove, turning into faith, waging war at the cost of life, are seen by Dark Ancestors just as bickering bets in a game...

Fortunately, in Wizard World, Elemental Wizards hold absolute ruling position, and with Demon Hunting Expedition plans as common will, preventing thousands of Stigma Wizards and Official Sorcerers from becoming mere tools for the True Spirit Wizards’ ambitions.

Otherwise...

Green dares not imagine what chaos would unfold when Wizard World loses its guiding common will to save the world.

"If such a day comes, you’re always welcome, roar!"

A few Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Birds breathe easily, dozens of meters of black fire pillars spray out, some blocked by the Dark Sword casually, some vanish into deep void.

But for the lower beings, it’s an apocalyptic calamity.

In addition to the many Dark Ancestors, there’s high-order Dark World Masters worth noting, these dark creatures clearly unaware of being part of a game, merely pawns.

Among those surrounding Green, one giant sculpture wielding force akin to the Black Rose’s power level, causing considerable nuisance, attacking the Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird with focused attention, deftly weaving in and out of numerous black fire pillars, avoiding Green’s devastating attacks.

It has sleek black and white feather patterns, a streamlined body.

After Green replies casually, a sudden realization comes to him, sighing, "The Black Rose is faltering, seems it’s time to go back, wishing these dark world clusters brighter future. Although these lowly dark creatures seem countless, they’re not endless, I’ve clearly noticed the dark force diluted quite a bit over these years."

Behind, Green again suffers an attack from a nimble as flea-like dark giant sculpture in his eyes, causing slight pain.

In almost an instant after the giant sculpture inflicted a wound on Green, his ultra-regeneration body has healed, facing the self-righteous endless harassment from this lower being, masquerading as a Dark Holy Ancestor, Green can’t really strike viciously.

As future reserves for the Dark World Cluster’s growth, Green can only keep driving away this annoying giant sculpture like swatting a fly, hoping these relatively high-order beings mature into Holy Ancestor vision breadth, owning a global consciousness.

...

The petals of the Dark Rose have scattered much, strength weakened.

Ningwang glances around, no further reinforcements, the Dark Army consumed nearly completely, several Holy Ancestors are at an evident disadvantage, this field has no further necessity to be defended.

"Time to go back, lost control over another node..."

Layers of petals open, between the pistil, the Dark Vortex Door distorts the temporal spatial anchor point, suddenly enlarges infinitely, as if trying to drag all with Dimensional Esophagus Aura into it.

"Fellow Holy Ancestors, return with me!"

...

The giant sculpture is extremely proud, at this moment its confidence almost swells to the limit.

"Hehehehe, unwittingly, have I grown this strong? Holy Ancestor battle is indeed my showcasing battlefield! No, this is far from the limit of my strength, I can grow even stronger, surpassing the current, I shall become a new Dark Holy Ancestor!"

Suddenly, from the center of the battlefield comes a wave of the Dark Rose’s will, the giant sculpture realizes something, roaring, "It’s escaping!"

Green transformed as Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird originally did not wish to mind this little thing, the will within suddenly comes the voice of Dark Progenitor, Dark Sword.

"Annihilate, give this little thing a taste, or it’ll suffer later."

"Hmm."

The Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird glances from numerous heads towards the reckless pursued little thing, suddenly swept its immense wings hard, though without Dominators’ space-locking effect, such vast wind blades torrent left the giant sculpture with nowhere to hide.

"Chirp!"

The giant sculpture’s eyes shrink sharply, screaming, swept by a wing of the Infernal Soul Myriad-Heads Bird, disappearing with the rolling wind streams into the deep void, unseen.

"Naughty little thing, with strength grown to this extent, its perception remains narrow, it indeed needs some practice."

Murmuring, Green complies with the absorbing force of the Vortex Gate, his figure vanishing beyond the limits.