Even though Taylor tried his best to collect his own blood and not let it flow out, a few drops of spilled Ghidorah's blood still stained his clothes, causing many monsters' eyes to turn red, because they sensed a further aura and a convenient way to increase their strength.
But the high-level life form aura emanating from Taylor now made them hesitate. More and more magical beasts and some less intelligent stitched beasts surrounded the deep pit where Taylor fell.
When the dust settled, they looked at Taylor lying in the deep pit. The stitched beasts and some of the magical beasts had a flash of fear in their eyes. They had seen the wizard before, so they turned around and ran away.
Those who could be pulled into the pseudo-paradise to fight were at least level three apprentices. At this level of life, the stitched beasts already had some intelligence. When they saw Taylor's figure, they knew that he was a powerful wizard. The fear rooted in their blood and souls made them shudder and flee in all directions.
However, some greedy monsters tried to devour Taylor, because they did not want to be enslaved. They were just dragged here to be cannon fodder. Who wants to be cannon fodder? So they wanted to seize this opportunity to divide up this weak wizard. They thought that as long as they were covert enough, other wizards would not know, and they could regain their freedom after they became powerful monsters.
Given the level of their brain development, it is impossible for them to understand the value of a wizard's existence and the importance the White Tower Alliance places on every wizard. Now all they think about is becoming stronger and having freedom.
They tried to suppress the resistance rooted deep in their bodies and moved towards Taylor step by step. Taylor, who had fallen into a coma, had completely lost his ability to perceive the outside world. His body was in a mess, and even platinum flames began to appear outside his mental space.
The three consciousnesses in the spiritual space were frantically suppressing the spread of the platinum flame. The spiritual space was the foundation of a wizard. If the spiritual space was really set on fire, the wizard's future would be ruined.
Fortunately, there are three consciousnesses suppressing the spread of the platinum-colored flame from three directions. Now the platinum-colored flame has been gradually suppressed firmly in place and is being eliminated bit by bit. Judging from the current situation, Taylor has no time to take care of the situation outside.
The winged black snake, the two-headed giant wolf, the four-eyed tiger, and the six-armed King Kong were all approaching Taylor's body, ready to divide him up at any time.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss…”
“Roar…”
“Ahhh…”
The monsters roared with suppressed excitement, as if the path of evolution was already laid out before them, but before they could stretch out their claws to touch Taylor's body, the sound of a grenade launcher suddenly rang out.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The heads of these monsters exploded like watermelons in an instant, with brain matter, brain tissue fragments, bones and some oral organs splattered everywhere.
It turned out that Hawks and his Achilles warriors had finally arrived.
Hawks led his men with chainswords in one hand and bolters in the other to quickly clean up the cunning monsters that tried to covet their master's body.
Buzz buzz buzz……
The buzzing sound of the chainsaw sword resounded around the deep pit. The chainsaw sword, which was like an electric saw and had sharp runes attached to it, ruthlessly cut through these overconfident monsters.
"You filthy bastards, you are trying to covet the body of a noble wizard, you deserve to die!"
Hawks roared in extreme anger, and his Achilles warriors seemed to be infected by his emotions. They quickly wiped out all the monsters around the deep pit like the coldest killing machines.
Even the masters behind these monsters looked cold when they found out that the monsters wanted to eat wizards. They watched indifferently as these monsters were chopped into pieces or blown up by grenade launchers one by one.
Because even if these monsters were captured by him personally, they had crossed the insurmountable red line, so they deserved to die.
After clearing out the monsters that coveted Taylor, the Achilles warriors, under Hawks's command, stationed near the deep pit, quietly waiting for their master to wake up.
But the only thing that is certain is that in this wizard's feast, although Taylor had taken the lead in obtaining what he wanted most, he had to temporarily withdraw.
Bang! After shooting a flying modified stitched beast, Hawks stood there silently, while his soldiers patrolled the pit in groups of three.
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Boom!!! The 16-meter-long lava sword and the three-meter-long heavy sword clashed heavily, and the aftermath of the collision between the two caused the surrounding ground to shake. The ground spikes formed by the elemental storm caused the surrounding mountains to undergo irreversible changes in their terrain.
“Hahahaha, I didn’t expect that in this place full of defective products, there is a genuine master like you!”
Sargeras laughed loudly, his laughter was filled with admiration for his opponent and a hint of deep murderous intent.
Opposite him was a man wearing khaki armor, with a calm but weather-beaten face. He was the most powerful man from the Mountain Kingdom, a special swordsman who was at the level of a Transcendent, but had condensed his magic power to the extreme and filled it in his flesh and blood.
The Sword Master said nothing, but continued to move his heavy sword, which was infused with the magic of the earth element, and bombarded Sargeras with one blow after another.
Sargeras has always liked direct collisions between real men. He laughed wildly, exerting his power wantonly, and rolling magma condensed under his feet.
Patches of grass withered due to being burned by the horrible heat, and the land within a few miles began to rise to terrifying temperatures. The moisture in the soil was instantly evaporated, and the ground began to dry and crack, especially the land under the feet of Sargeras began to condense into pools of magma and spread around.
The terrifying heat made the Sword Master soaked all over, and the sticky feeling made the heavy earth element armor he was wearing a little stagnant, but the Sword Master's eyes were still so calm, as if there was nothing in the world that frightened him.
He was ready to die fighting for his hometown.
"You are a rare talent. While those ignorant defectives are still wielding elemental power at will, you have actually integrated the power into your body. Your body is indeed much stronger than those defectives..."
When hearing Sargeras' praise, the Sword Master's eyes finally showed a rare fluctuation. This was the path he had found for himself and what he had always been proud of.
Although he was not recognized by countless people and even had trouble finding a student on this path, he still persisted on the path he had envisioned and achieved achievements that no one could have imagined.
"It's really a pity. When the unique environment here blinded people's eyes, who would have thought that enemies would invade from outside the world?"
The Sword Master spoke his first words since the battle, his tone filled with sorrow.
"really."
Sargeras nodded, punched the sword master with his backhand, and sent him flying through a hill, then extended his invitation.
"You are a talented person. Follow my footsteps and fight with my master in the endless planes. There are not many unique talents like you in this plane."
Compared to the defective products, Sargeras was more interested in this swordsman who had polished his own magic power to the peak and made double progress in his physical and magical powers. Originally, the situation of the swordsman was a common level for many first-level life forms, but compared to this plane, it was already an extraordinary talent.
"I have my own persistence, I must defeat you!"
The sword master shattered the mountain with one sword, soared into the air from a pile of earth and stone ruins, and raised the heavy sword again to chop at Sargeras' head.
Sargeras's eyes became even more appreciative.
"Okay, okay, I like people like you who are tough as nails!"
Sargeras went to meet them with a big laugh. No one who caught his eye could escape from his hands.
He had already thought it through. The silent man in front of him was perfect for his Burning Legion.
(End of this chapter)