A Sorcerer's Journey - Chapter 355
Chapter 355: Stigmata Gears I
Made some arrangements?
Grimm stood quietly, clutching his Sabbatic Goat Staff. Beneath the Mask of Truth, his eyes were filled with doubt. What did he mean by arrangements?
“Bone Bell Tower, how long do you think his soul could take it if I were to activate the sorcerer’s tower of the void fortress?”
Bone Bell Tower?!
Grimm shivered. Were they the six tower masters of Section 12 of the Holy Tower of Seven Rings?!
The ghastly green flames of the skeleton’s eye sockets flickered. He said in a calm manner, “He’s got a total of six governing souls, four of them are in slumber. If I were to support his principal soul, he should last for about four hourglasses. But his principal soul would lose the ability to recover his governing soul until he becomes a Stigmata Sorcerer.”
Losing the governing soul would mean that Grimm would lose his means of controlling Soul Slaves.
The rest of the governing souls that awakens in Grimm would have to be shared among the Savage Flame Giant and the Chimera to maintain their control.
“Heehee, four hourglasses then, should be enough. Losing the governing soul is the price you’ll have to pay for earning this Rank-1 Honor Badge. Bone Bell Tower, when the time comes, you will be hosting him at the sorcerer’s tower, protect his principal soul.”
Grimm stood quietly. His principal soul lies within Little Myna’s body.
Bone Bell Tower seems to have seen through the nature of Grimm’s soul. The flames in his eyes lined up as he mumbled, “Since you’ve decided, we’ll leave it at that. But this parrot’s soul…”
Stigmata Sorcerer Bone Bell Tower stopped abruptly in his speech. He did not continue.
“Now listen up! This Myna is not some…”
Little Myna was still halfway through its rant before Grimm stuffed it into the dimensional gap. Grimm was abhorred.
“Black Isotta, it seems that you wish for all six of us to join our forces and gear this little guy up? Hehe, interesting. Since you’ve paid a huge price for this plan, then…”
The Anatomy Refinery Stigmata Sorcerer who was bald and wore a golden crown, and had the most muscle among the six Stigmata Sorcerers spoke out.
As he talked, the Stigmata Sorcerer opened up his palms. A piece of white bone was squeezed out from his skin.
“Little guy, this ivory gear could withstand damages up to five thousand points. This will get you through the mission. I’m collecting it back after you’re done.”
Grimm instinctively took over the white bone. His face was filled with amazement and surprise.
Withstanding up to five thousand points of damage?
As Grimm came into contact with the white bone that seemed similar to the mysterious metallic material that was used to construct his Sabbatic Goat Staff, it completely melded under his skin.
In the next moment, at Grimm’s will, clack! Tiny spikes emerged from his body, piercing through his sorcerer’s robe.
Underneath the bone spikes was a layer of bone armor. He now looked like Rochiroo from Third Ghostpepper’s seven-man team.
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-space 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 space 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 principal 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, Hourglass?”
Black Isotta was laughing cruelly. From within the collapsing space, a pair of eyes looked toward the Hourglass Stigmata Sorcerer.
“Hmm.”
There was an eternal slushing sound coming out from under the most mysterious Stigmata Sorcerer among them all, the Hourglass 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 hourglasses.”
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 Hourglass 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 Hourglass 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-space, his finger reached out. Swoosh! Swoosh! 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.
Fwoosh!
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.
