It now appeared that this Stigmata Sorcerer must be the Ivory Fort Stigmata Sorcerer!

And this Ivory Fort Stigmata Sorcerer must be well known for his anatomically-refined defenses. His complete defensive form would surely make any lifeforms below those of a World Lord despair in hopelessness.

At his will, Grimm's bone spikes retracted.

But his sorcerer's robes were tattered and filled with holes.

"Since the Ivory Fort has lent you a True Ivory, I'll lend you a Dark Mirror."

As he spoke, a glowing dark mirror flew out from the blurred figure of the Dark Realm Stigmata Sorcerer, providing Grimm with protection automatically.

"The Deterring Lights from the Dark Mirror would keep creatures below Level-1 at bay. It can also be used to cast the Dark Realm Seal once."

Grimm instinctively looked toward the talking Dark Realm Stigmata Sorcerer. But what he saw was millions of his own elemental lights.

His face was a bit pale. Grimm hurriedly bowed his head as a gesture of thanks. He carefully set the mirror into his robe.

The Dark Realm Stigmata Sorcerer must have mastered the ways of the seals. His knowledge of seals seems to have exceeded even Black Isotta's.

The Dark Mirror was probably connected to a spectral world, part of the time-s.p.a.ce sealing library of knowledge.

"Hehe, you guys sure have it easy. One's a True Ivory while the other took out his Dark Mirror, and you both are ready to collect them back."

A strain of packed fine sand flew from the Mandala Stigmata Sorceress, who appeared like a cloud of sand dust and attached perfectly onto Grimm's robe.

In the blink of an eye, Grimm's tattered robe corroded away, only to be replaced by a sand elemental sorcerer's robe.

In a while, Grimm too became like the Mandala Stigmata Sorceress, appearing in a cloud of yellow sand.

One could only faintly make out the pale spiral patterns of his Mask of Truth as well as his Sabbatic Goat Staff.

"This Mandala Sand is yours to keep, try to understand the secrets within it yourself."

Grimm felt a strange feeling at first. He mumbled to himself in disbelief, "so this is the feeling of an elemental body of a Level-2 sorcerer, and the elemental blink?"

Compared to dissimilation sorcery, the elemental body of a Level-2 sorcerer was almost immune to low-level physical attacks. It was far superior to Grimm's dissimilation sorcery of high-speed rejuvenation.

Now, regarding the elemental blink.

Compared to Grimm's s.p.a.ce distortion, which would induce a brief cooldown period, the elemental blink was far more quick and natural. He no longer had to worry about being ambushed during the cooldown time.

And what was more about it all was that the Mandala Sand was a gift by the Manda Stigmata Sorceress!

He was filled with joy.

Grimm named the new sorcerer's robe Mandala Robe secretly. He was trying hard to restrain the elemental aura of the robe. It made Grimm appear more visible.

"Bone Bell Tower will be in charge of protecting Grimm's princ.i.p.al soul to tap into the magical source of the sorcerer's tower, Ivory Fort's lending him a True Ivory, Dark Realm lent him a Dark Mirror, Mandala's given him a bunch of mysterious sand. Heeheehee, how about you, Hourgla.s.s?"

Black Isotta was laughing cruelly. From within the collapsing s.p.a.ce, a pair of eyes looked toward the Hourgla.s.s Stigmata Sorcerer.

"Hmm."

There was an eternal slus.h.i.+ng sound coming out from under the most mysterious Stigmata Sorcerer among them all, the Hourgla.s.s Stigmata Sorcerer.

He reached out his smooth, pale palm. Gradually, a wonderful strain appeared. Grimm's heart skipped a beat, he felt that he had gained something indescribable in his body.

"Although this Strings of Time could not help you accomplish the True Time that is one-eighteenth of a second at your current life level, you should still be able to experience a third of a Level-3 sorcerer's Half-step Time momentarily for twelve hourgla.s.ses."

True Time! Half-step Time!

According to Grimm's research and what the books described, True Time was when one second was further distinguished into eighteen beats. It belonged to the domain of creatures that were Level-4 and above, such as the World Lord.

The Stigmata Sorcerers could only exact their complete control over the power of nature in a world like this!

The Half-step Time was a lesser version of the True Time. It belonged in the realm of a great level three sorcerer.

Grimm was overjoyed.

If what the Hourgla.s.s Stigmata Sorcerer said was true, if a Level-3 sorcerer were to have obtained the Strings of Time, would he be able to experience the True Time that was one-eighteenth of a second?

A level beyond the True Time—was the great Hourgla.s.s Stigmata Sorcerer heading in that direction in his research?

"Heehee, Grimm, I've meticulously arranged a high-level Soul Slave legion. Other than this…"

Black Isotta was laughing in a teasing manner. Among the collapsing time-s.p.a.ce, his finger reached out. Swoos.h.!.+ Swoos.h.!.+ A pair of chillingly cold black dots instantly turned into two streaks of life and injected themselves into the eye sockets of Grimm's Sabbatic Goat Staff.

Fwoos.h.!.+

Instantaneously, dark flames arose in each of the Sabbatic Goat Staff's eye socket.

The chilling cold aura of the dark flames was spreading without any restraint. Its terrifying air made Grimm's hand that was clutching the staff tremble. He could only feel endless terror from it!

The power of these two energy crystals…

"Heehee, this pair of Black Isotta's Essence is something I've conjured up in the past, and now it's yours. These little toys could emit an attack of up to fifteen thousand points. Be careful, if you use it recklessly you'd be summoned into the Holy Tower for a court-martial, heeheehee…"

Fifteen thousand points!

Grimm drew a cold breath. His eyes were lit up, they were burning.

With an attack power like that, one could kill most of the Level-3 creatures in an instant. Even a lesser World Lord would have to approach it with caution.

Such a terrifying item, only to be called a toy that Black Isotta conjured up in the past!

It was hard for Grimm to imagine what kind of past Black Isotta went through before.