Ancient Wizard Revival Society, Lola, Jupiter

"... It is said that this area used to be a gathering place for goblins. More than a hundred years ago, some people even encountered goblins on this plain."

There have long been rumors that Goblin Plain.

See those grassy pits and gullies? They were all dug out by people using magic.

Ronan listened to Clemens's account, he casually asked, "Has anyone ever found the treasure?"

"Of course not."

Clemens shook his head. "Otherwise, this plain would have been completely turned upside down long ago; there would be far more than just these few potholes."

Ronan had seen a description of the "goblins" mentioned by Clemens in an ancient wizarding book.

Goblins are a very strange species. They are short in stature and ugly in appearance. Most goblins appear weak, dull, and vulgar. They have almost all the shortcomings of humans. They are not much different from monsters, but they are the ones with relatively inferior bloodlines among monsters.

However, some "purebreds" will always be born in this race.

These "purebred" goblins are the complete opposite of ordinary goblins. They are intelligent, agile, eloquent, and naturally gifted with extremely high magical talent, including the most difficult-to-grasp spatial and even temporal spells.

However, these "purebreds" also have the same flaws as ordinary goblins: Greed and despicable personalities, evil, cunning, and adept at deception.

They possess an incomprehensible, fanatical desire for all the world's treasures, and the magic they learn is often used for theft, plunder, and robbery. That's why the legend of "goblin treasures" has been passed down on this continent.

Almost everyone knows that behind a "pureblood" goblin often lies an unimaginable treasure, but very few people are able to find and obtain it.

Just like the Mirror Garden that left, many magical and ancient species collapsed on the continent. Their power particles sank and left their original places. Perhaps they have gone to the Lower Continent, or perhaps they have been submerged in the rolling river of time. No one knows.

Ronan and Clemens leaned against the bow of the boat, chatting idly.

Most of the time, Clemens did the talking, and Ronan listened.

Ronan deeply suspected that Clemens had received "instructions" from Ring Lord Kosti to accompany him to the Goblin Plain primarily to provide him with "pre-battle psychological counseling" and alleviate his tension and anxiety.

"What about the Debby?"

After chatting for a while, Ronan casually asked about the Wizards' Debby. Clemens shook his head, indicating that the other person was probably meditating.

All right.

After several encounters, Ronan also discovered that Arcane Circle prodigies like Clemens and Debby were actually quite eccentric in private.

Don't be fooled by Clemens' leisurely chat with Ronan here; he actually seizes every spare moment to meditate and improve himself.

Before this, the three of them would spend half a day in the airship without exchanging a single word, each busy with their own things.

In fact, sometimes, the "geniuses" who seem glamorous and dazzling to outsiders are actually working harder than ordinary people because they have a higher perspective and have seen people who are more talented and outstanding than themselves.

Just then, Ronan suddenly heard Clemens's low, urgent voice.

"Damien?!"

Ronan was startled and looked up to find Clemens squinting in a certain direction.

He followed Clemens's gaze and saw a small patch of fiery red maple forest far in the distance of the plain below, with some unusual black things appearing in the forest.

His eyesight was far better than that of the average wizard, and he could vaguely make out what appeared to be a strangely shaped pattern.

Clemens said, "Shall we go take a look?"

Ronan did not refuse.

Clemens left a message for Debby, who was meditating, via the Communication Stone, and then piloted the airship toward the distant maple forest.

The airship descended rapidly and soon approached the maple forest.

As they drew closer, the two realized that the black substance lying among the maple trees was a mixture of unidentified rotting flesh and slime, which appeared to have been treated with human magic.

The black, rotting slime formed a triple -Third Ring pattern on the ground.

The upper Third Ring are intact, while the lower Third Ring are broken and scattered.

The entire pattern was slowly seeping into the ground, with very faint energy fluctuations emanating from it. Standing on the Magic Airship and looking down at the strange pattern, Ronan felt a strange and eerie feeling for no reason, against the backdrop of blood-red maple leaves.

Ronan turned his head, just as Clemens turned his face as well. The two looked at each other silently, both seeing a hint of doubt and unease in each other's eyes.

Clemens gave Ronan a look, then stopped the airship and slowly moved towards the maple forest.

Just then, a deep voice sounded behind the two of them.

Don't go over there.

Ronan turned around and saw that Debby, who had been meditating, had somehow emerged from inside the airship and was walking quickly toward them.

"This seems to be the symbol of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society..."

Debby called out to Clemens, his expression somewhat serious and tense, and he kept looking around.

"Ancient Wizard Revival Society?"

Ronan frowned.

"Is it that infamous world-destroying organization?"

Clemens seemed to have made a connection to something from Debby's words and quickly spoke up.

"Right."

Debby nodded. "The Ancient Wizard Revival Society is also known as the Ancient Witch Salvation Society. Of course, outsiders call them the World Destroyer Society."

Ronan was slightly taken aback, but after hearing Debby's explanation, he finally understood what the so-called Ancient Wizard Revival Society was all about.

This is a terrifying organization in the Wizard World, and every member of it is a hundred times more evil than a typical Black Robe Wizard.

They are fanatical and fanatical, firmly believing that the current collapse of the mainland is due to the world being too corrupt.

They desperately yearn to return to the prosperous and glorious era of their wizarding civilization, and are willing to go to any lengths to cleanse and destroy the world, summoning their so-called "gods" to rebuild a new continent and establish a new order. "I saw an introduction to the Ancient Wizard Revival Society in an ancient book; this image is somewhat similar to their organization's symbol."

Debby's eyes were fixed on the strange patterns that were about to disappear completely in the maple forest below. He said in a low voice, "Of course, I'm not entirely sure. Information about the Ancient Wizard Revival Society has always been taboo, and I know very little about it."

The three stood on the airship, falling into thought and silence.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the "World Stone Coordinates" on the back of his right hand.

He remembered that Kosti had once told him that behind his coordinates was likely a world filled with calamities.

Tell him not to expose himself, lest he be targeted by some crazy and ambitious people.

"Just as a shattered World Stone appeared within the Ancient Mirror Garden, traces resembling those of a world-destroying organization appeared at the genius competition jointly organized by the six major wizarding forces."

Is it a coincidence?

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a huge rumble of thunder came from the sky above.

Ronan and his two companions instinctively looked up at the sky and saw a ball of lightning, composed of countless bright purple streaks, flying rapidly across the sky.

Within the ball of lightning, a tall and slender human figure could be vaguely seen.

As lightning passed overhead, a figure cast a glance at them.

In an instant, it was as if a large amount of blazing lightning flashed before Ronan's eyes, and the two Spiritual Power Crystal in his mind vibrated slightly. Ronan narrowed his eyes. Third Level Wizard.

Moreover, he should be a powerful wizard at the mid-stage of level three or above.

"It is Jupiter."

Clemens's deep, slightly hoarse voice rang in my ears.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

Coincidentally, he knew the name.

On the first page of the genius file that Clemens had given him just one day earlier, the first name was Jupiter Bakar.

"The Thunder Council's number one genius, the youngest vice-chairman in the Thunder Council's history, and the only known wizard among the six major powers to have reached the mid-stage of level three. He is also the one who has defeated Orian in a direct confrontation."

What Clemens read aloud was all from the documents.

But when he read it out word by word, it had a strange kind of shock.

Any one of these titles would be enough to make a wizard famous throughout the six kingdoms. Now that they are all concentrated on one person, that person is naturally incomparably radiant.

"Ever since Jupiter to fame, he has been like a mountain, suffocating everyone beneath him. It is said that Orian has always regarded him as his greatest rival."

Clemens spoke slowly, then turned to look at Ronan.

Ronan remained calm and did not speak.

"Let's go."

Debby suggested in a low voice, and the three of them silently boarded the airship and continued in the original direction.

Jupiter's appearance immediately dispelled their previous speculations and concerns about the Ancient Wizard Revival Society. Indeed, compared to a powerful opponent that was clearly right in front of them, the confusion caused by a seemingly plausible pattern was far too insignificant.

Soon, the airship carrying the three disappeared into the sky.

Unbeknownst to Ronan and his companions, after they left, several figures, their bodies concealed within wide black robes, silently "grew" out of the soil little by little within the fiery red maple forest.

From beneath the black robes of the leader came a sharp, strange, yet aggressive voice.

"This is the only one, and the last time."

If you make such a decision on your own again next time...

The man in the black robes slowly looked at the person beside him and said coldly, "You should know what the outcome will be."

Lola.

The latter remained silent.

A moment later, she abruptly ripped off the black hood on her head, revealing a twisted and grotesque woman's face covered with strange black patterns, and hair that looked like green seaweed.

The woman gazed in the direction Ronan and his companions had disappeared, her emerald eyes filled with a deep-seated madness and resentment. She gritted her teeth and muttered, "So close! Those damned Thunder Council bastards, they couldn't have passed by at the worst possible time."

The woman continued to curse, and soon, the figures in black robes, the strange patterns on the ground, and the entire fiery red maple forest all vanished without a trace.

"If I Complete Demonification, activate my Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline, and combine it with the power of the [Ancient Power] rune, could I fight Jupiter?"

On the rest of the journey, Ronan kept calculating the outcome in his mind.

The answer is not clear.

Until they actually face off, no one knows the outcome.

After all, the gap in raw strength between him and his opponent was simply too great—a whole level difference between mid-stage level two and mid-stage level three. There were too many unknown variables in between, making it impossible to predict.

If others knew what Ronan was thinking, they might all think he was crazy.

Before they knew it, the three of them had finally arrived at the competition venue.

Actually, they moved very quickly after entering the Goblin Plain; the three of them were only slightly delayed on the way.

The arena for this competition was located in the very center of the Goblin Plain. When the three arrived, many wizards from the six major wizarding factions had already arrived.

Seven "suns" hung in the sky above the entire venue.

One of them is the real sun in the sky, but its light is also the dimmest.

The remaining six rounds consisted of Level Four Dawn Wizard from the six major wizarding factions.

Each "sun" emits light and aura of different attributes. Ronan had already experienced this. The mental power of Level Four Wizard has undergone a further transformation, nurturing attribute elemental spirits, and the mental power fluctuations it releases have become completely elemental.

Beneath six great suns of different colors, some wizards were setting up the arena for the competition, using earth, fire, and plant magic to construct huge and sturdy arenas.

"I will go and report the matter of the [Resurrection Society] to Lord Huan."

After the three disembarked from the airship, Clemens immediately uttered a sentence and then hurriedly left.

Ronan easily spotted Jupiter of the Thunder Council, whom he had seen on the road earlier.

It is easy to identify.

Jupiter seemed to be surrounded by countless halos, and apart from the six Dawn- level wizards in the sky, he was the most "dazzling" person in the arena.

Jupiter sat on a huge, silver-white high chair and looked very young.

He had a handsome face with distinct features, and his fair skin glowed slightly in the sunlight, as if reflecting the surrounding electric light.

His hair was slightly messy, with a strange dynamism, and the deep blue strands were interspersed with silver luster, as if they were always flowing.

His robe was the color of the midnight sky, its material unknown. It was embroidered with intricate electric current patterns that occasionally shimmered with a faint light.

Jupiter sat in a position that overlooked the entire venue, his hands resting lightly on the armrests of the silver chair. He appeared calm and natural, exuding an innate nobility and majesty. No one dared to look him in the eye for long. His eyes always flashed with a dazzling light like thunder, constantly giving people a sense of awe and unease.

Jupiter is "examining" everyone in the field.

It's like a monarch constantly scrutinizing his subjects.

This feeling of being openly looked down upon made Ronan very uncomfortable.

"Strong is strong"

Ronan avoided Jupiter's gaze, thinking to himself, "But it's really a bit too pretentious."

He casually looked around the field, wondering if he could spot Anglie.

Unexpectedly, before he could find Anglie, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure in the center of the venue.