"Heeheehee, give up your insolent and meaningless resistance. The great Sorcerer's Will is not something that can be fought off by weak little wills like yours. It is the survival of the fittest."

Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer spoke in words that were common to someone who was in an advantageous position.

It was like the words of the World Guardian of the Infernal Spirit World who had mistaken Grimm as the protector of the Burrow World in front of the World Gate in the past.

But their roles were reversed. Grimm was a member of the powerful Sorcerer's Will.

The Sorcerer's Will was high and mighty now. The words made Grimm feel good. They felt so natural and full of pride.

Grimm's pride came from the Ancient Sorcerers, who had also experienced catastrophes and turmoils in the past. Yet, the Sorcerer's Civilization had transformed time and time again. They had not only stubbornly survived, they had also thrived and became stronger!

Although they were defeated by the Abyss Civilization and had escaped to the foreign world cl.u.s.ter, they were still a powerful world that ruled by inducing fear. They had not given up yet. They were still powerful.

They were proud of their ancestors and their historical background. This pride was the sorcerer's belief.

This belief of the sorcerers had supported endless modern sorcerers in their quest for the Sorcerers World's past glory, in their pursuit of the world coordinate that had been embedded in their deepest memories. They were intent on waging a new war against the Abyss Civilization and clearing their humiliating defeat in the past to prove themselves again!

Therefore, it could be said that the sorcerers shared the same belief system. They had concocted their own legends.

It was like a flag that rallied millions of Bright, Dark, Arcane, Mechanical, Anatomy Refinery, and even Black sorcerers.

The sorcerers knew early on the use of a belief system, and more so the terrible consequences once a belief had been shattered by an alien civilization.

Therefore, the sorcerers would never deify a living sorcerer. But they would create legendary stories out of the vagueness of history that could not be clearly traced back. They would even turn this belief into a culture, an ideal.

The Dark Destroyer Infernal G.o.d?

No, in the end, it was not the obscure, unknown, all-powerful G.o.d in the texts.

It was just a powerful Acraepoid, that was all.

The Acraepoids did not wors.h.i.+p a G.o.d. It was just a person. They were merely idolizing his persona.

People would fully submit themselves to a cult of personality. They would also abandon their beliefs, and even be disgusted with, or condemn their religion.

Now, in the skies of the Darkglow Capital.

The menacing taunts of Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer had caused uneasiness among the ranks of the Acraepoid legion. Their hearts were filled with fear, yet the World Lord that was hidden among them did not dare to make a stand.

It was so belittling, so whimsical.

The pair of green flaming eyes beneath Bone Bell Stigmata Sorcerer's robes were burning profusely. He casually waved his skeletal arm and said, "Destroy everything here!"

"Roar…"

Within moments of his statement, tens of millions of soul slaves howled ferociously and charged from the six Void Fortresses under the command of the Sorcerer's Will.

Closely following them were voids.h.i.+ps and Bright Demon-Hunter legions that were lined up in a neat formation. They marched toward the Acraepoid armies and proceeded to slaughter them.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The occult pulverizer of the six Void Fortresses opened fire. The two-hundred-over-meters-wide scarlet light columns shone upon the grounds from different angles, creating empty s.p.a.ces in the Darkglow Capital.

The Acraepoids and Flame Burrows that stood in the way of the light columns were gasified as they vanished into thin air.

Tens of thousands of Dark Sorcerers dashed from the sky in b.a.l.l.s of flames. There were trails of flames behind them; marking a great chorus to the symphony of death.

"So beautiful!"

Claudia could not help but mumble to herself. Her eyes were lost to the epic scenery of blood and fire that was unfolding in front of their eyes.

From the eyes of a Dark Sorcerer, it was a beautiful sight.

Even Grimm's pair of ice and flame eyes beneath his Mask of Truth were lost in the moment.

An air of superiority was created unconsciously.

Rumble, rumble…

The clash between the Stigmata Sorcerers, and the Infernal World Lords and Guardians, produced shockwaves that knocked out a huge group of soul slaves and Acraepoid Warriors.

Everything seemed so familiar. History was merely repeating itself.