Black No. 2

Grounded in the Transcendent, framed by the Sequence, the Wizard ignited the Source Energy and spewed out a mist of Origin Energy.
The roaring sound of steam echoed through the entire epoch!
In the depths of shadow and the dark tide.
Countless greedy, twisted, polluted, and deformed gazes were coveting this roaring new World.
The World began to buzz with activity!
A certain Wizard, however, was lurking silently in a corner.
"I like to develop!"
"Then, what is the deal with those Demon King's heads and Evil God's skeletons?"
"I told you, I like to develop, and this is the fate of those who hindered my growth!!"

This Wizard is So Unscientific!

So silent that it was somewhat disconcerting.


Before the long conference table in the Mimic World.


A good dozen high-level members of the Blood Race, each distinct in form and aura, turned their gaze upon the figure who had recklessly intruded.


One must know that this was a Mimic World fashioned from the core network of the Blood Race Castle, somewhat similar yet distinct from the dream worlds created by Dream Makers.


Regardless, it was not something other Transcendents could simply barge into.


Even more so, the intruder was a Transcendent of the Human Tribe.


What was of greater importance was that they were discussing an extremely sensitive matter.


It was a meeting to heed the instruction of Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Saint Child, conveying the directive of the great Dark Sun God.


The presence of a human barging in like this left them momentarily dumbfounded.


Was this a new item added by His Excellency Wendell Francis, the Saint Child?


Chapter 162: Returning Home Full of Blood Crystals!_1