Chapter 1257: Chapter 1258: Toyed With in the Palm of My Hand
On the fragmented land, the terrifying roar of the Poisonous Flame Centipede echoed.
The difference between the two was really too great, not just in pure violence, but in all aspects, a comprehensive gap. This was the overwhelming dominance of the Wizard’s mastery of rules.
"You overestimate yourself, ignorant worm!"
Green held the extreme abyss magic staff, which showed no magic power fluctuations, and Green himself released no witchcraft. Even his frail body appeared to lack much strength, yet he had already condescendingly looked down, mocking the Poisonous Flame Centipede despised by the Demon Doll.
However, despite Green’s words, he silently let out a breath of relief, unobtrusively calming the almighty soul fluctuations he had easily refined from the Four Sovereigns Slash Eyeball acquired days ago.
"Roar! Impossible! You’re clearly a flesh and blood creature, why do my Five Poison Demon Flames not work? Impossible, this is impossible!"
At this point, Green had unknowingly been invaded by wisps of dark green flames, yet showed no typical signs of poisoning as flesh and blood creatures should, it was simply unbelievable.
The Poisonous Flame Centipede’s power was half fire and half poison.
And the Five Poison Demon Flames were especially terrifying for suppressing flesh and blood creatures. After more than an era of encounters, Green had already understood the Poisonous Flame Centipede relatively thoroughly. Originally thinking that this, being one of the Casket Ascenders, dared to challenge him just like the uncanny creature had some hidden trump cards, Green specially prepared the almighty soul in the Four Sovereigns Slash Eyeball to replenish body strength and magic power.
Only, Green had still overestimated this Poisonous Flame Centipede somewhat.
No wonder the Demon Doll looked down on the Poisonous Flame Centipede; some of those Green thought to be mediocre were already seen as threatening in its eyes.
This was because the difference in life level between the two was truly immense!
"Tch..."
With a cold smile, Green spat out a mouthful, "Puh," and the mixed dark green poison flame melted hundreds of meters of area covered in azure frost.
"This kind of poisonous thing is just some snacks for some mixed poison body refining sorcerers in the Wizard World. Heh heh heh heh, if this is what you rely on to challenge me with confidence, then... you can die now."
The body seemed somewhat frail, it was obvious that Green’s combat status had greatly diminished from before.
Yet!
With a body less than two meters tall, Green’s toes tapped the frosty ground, his light and dark blending silhouette vanished in a flash, appearing atop the head of the Poisonous Flame Centipede, letting the free-flowing dark green flames infiltrate his body, yet Green showed no reaction, simply and purely swinging the extreme abyss magic staff, as if merely gently rubbing sandpaper between them.
"Huff..."
With a roar, the Poisonous Flame Centipede opened its mouth wide, engulfing Green completely in dark green poison flames until he was utterly obscured.
Yet within that pillar of dark green light, the extreme abyss magic staff suddenly extended out, its tip lightly touching the abdominal area of the Poisonous Flame Centipede before retracting.
Silently, countless Forgotten Runes branded themselves onto the Poisonous Flame Centipede, disappearing into its body.
The dark green eyes were indescribably shocked.
Though the Poisonous Flame Centipede was unaware of what Green had left through repeated contact, it wouldn’t be anything good. This feeling of powerlessness, this rage with nowhere to expend its power despite possessing great might, this mocking eye peering from outside the bottle onto itself—these filled the Poisonous Flame Centipede with unprecedented terror after a long lifetime.
With a "bang," the Poisonous Flame Centipede suddenly scattered into countless dark red flames, each wisp a miniature image of itself, writhing in mid-air. Numerous limbs deftly maneuvered, quickly slipping into the cracks of the Skeleton Continent.
This was the Poisonous Flame Centipede’s stealth and escape talent.
If in the past, facing such a situation, a weakened and magic-power-starved Green would have been helpless, but at this moment, Green simply let out a low laugh.
Rustle...
The pages of the "Book of Truth" flipped quickly, followed by a gray fissure silently opening above Green, easily extending several thousand meters, from which tens of thousands of grotesque, foul-smelling sailor claws reached out around him.
The aura of the World of Oblivion appeared, successfully communicating the disintegration of the Poisonous Flame Centipede’s fleeing body marked by Green’s Brand of Forgotten imprint.
"Ugh..."
The scattered, hidden poison flames, under the compulsion of the Forgotten brand imprints on their bodies, began to gather once more.
However, with relatively few Forgotten Rune Brands on the body, the tens of thousands of foul-smelling sailor claws couldn’t lock onto the Poisonous Flame Centipede as a target, and instead, they unconsciously contained the aura with the Forgotten brand, aimlessly rummaging.
"What have you done to me?"
At this point, the compelled Poisonous Flame Centipede reappeared, its voice filled with terror and confusion. The dark red flames churned as it struggled to remove the brand of Forgotten marks on its body, yet to no avail.
The thousands of wandering Forgotten Rune Brands on its body created a space cage, making it impossible for the Poisonous Flame Centipede to find any form of refuge.
"This is my gift to you, ignorant and lowly insect, go and experience the deathly silence of the World of Oblivion, hahahahaha..."
One moment, Green was surrounded by layers of sailor claws, and the next, he appeared right before the Poisonous Flame Centipede.
The Poisonous Flame Centipede, realizing its prideful venom flames posed little threat to Green, ignited clusters of dark red molten flames atop its unclear limbs—nature’s purest burning force condensed into countless intersecting flaming light swords.
"No technique, a clumsy fighting style relying purely on numbers and reckless slashing, truly unsightly."
Under the Face of Truth, the Three-Colored Light Eyes and the six pairs of compound eyes blinked in different directions.
This was not the fighting style of the Poisonous Flame Centipede, but rather a chaotic slashing devoid of order designed to confuse, yet to Green, it posed almost no danger.
Thus, Green maneuvered between gaps in the flaming light swords, like an agile fish, avoiding with a nearly unbelievable artistry between the gaps of the flaming light swords, letting them brush against his frail body without harm. With another gentle touch from the extreme abyss magic staff, immediately retracting, another set of Forgotten Rune Brands appeared on the Poisonous Flame Centipede.
"No... no! Die... die!"
The myriad flaming light swords continued to swing wildly with the Poisonous Flame Centipede’s limbs, creating an overwhelming spectacle, leaving trenches across the ten-thousand-meter land and scattering bone ashes—yet they couldn’t harm Green even slightly, who seemed all-knowing and almighty.
All this seemed as if the Poisonous Flame Centipede was cooperating with Green to achieve a series of incredible evasive maneuvers, followed by a light touch from the extreme abyss magic staff that carried no strength nor intent of injury—just the engravement of the extreme abyss magic staff’s runes.
On the Poisonous Flame Centipede, the Forgotten Runes multiplied, increasingly so...
This feeling of being manipulated at the discretion of an unimaginable insight and calculation power, the fear and despair, far surpassed the shadowy dread brought by the Demon Doll.
This Oblivion Sorcerer was an even more terrifying dark shadow than the Demon Doll! This was the true monstrous entity in the deepest layers of the Dimensional Esophagus! A legendary level special life form even shunned by the Endless Dominators!
Amidst hopeless shrieks, the ever-growing Forgotten Rune Brands on its body, the Poisonous Flame Centipede was grabbed by the pestilent sailor claws and dragged into the fissure of oblivion.
