"Stigmata Sorcerer of the Oblivion Tower!?"
Upon hearing the name Green, the Heretic Stigma Sorcerer was momentarily stunned, remembering the mysterious Stigma Sorcerer with the gray-white mask during the civilization war of the Radiation Grand World three thousand years ago, where they briefly fought side by side.
If I recall correctly, it seemed to be the Stigma Sorcerer of the Second Ring Holy Tower.
"Could it really be him? Great! Where is your time-space located? I can attempt an escape through this summoning reverse passage, given the strength of my true body, there should be a good chance!"
These words from the Heretic Stigma Sorcerer left the Three-legged Raven of Death astonished, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
The third Foot of Death pried the rift wider and wider with "crack," "crack," "crack" sounds, anxiously staring at the vast approaching Metallic Robot Legion in the distance, letting out a roar.
