Chapter 440
The sky is collapsing.
Countless crimson cracks spread through the void like a spider web, with molten white liquid flowing from each crack.
Burning fireballs streaked down from the dome, which was a gradient of crimson and orange, like countless falling meteors.
Juventus stood high in the sweltering heat, looking down at the land completely submerged by magma—a destructive Torrent of energy in the form of countless flames, with what appeared to be countless volcanoes erupting simultaneously beneath the magma, emitting bluish-green smoke, and air falling down like burning cotton wool.
Huge, crimson bubbles rose from beneath the surging magma, their sharp bursts sounding like the mournful howls of ancient fire demons.
Everywhere in the secret realm is melting and decaying; this space is on the verge of complete collapse at any moment.
Juventus's eyes were calm, but anyone could see the turmoil surging beneath that calm.
Is there any way to get to the bottom?
Juventus suddenly spoke, looking up at Lindis face was equally gloomy.
Lindis's eyes flickered for a moment, and he was about to speak.
At that moment, a deep voice came from afar.
"I advise you to give up this idea."
The group looked up and saw the waves of fire in front of them part on their own, revealing a tall and imposing figure in white robes.
"The White Wizard King".
Everyone in the stadium, including Juventus players, bowed to the newcomer.
The White Wizard King walked through the void to the group, his gaze falling on Juventus, and continued, "Apart from the former Valitz... no one else can survive in this environment."
"Even the Phoenix Family bloodline is not entirely immune to fire."
The White Wizard King raised his head, looked around, and seemed to be speaking to the others, or perhaps reminiscing to himself.
"Perhaps many years later, a new Undying Bird will be born in this region."
After saying that, the White Wizard King shifted his gaze and softly beckoned to one of them. "Let's go, Cersei."
"Heal your wounds first."
"Yes, Father."
Cersei walked away from Juventus with some reluctance and headed towards the White Wizard King.
She kept turning back to look at Juventus, hoping to see a similar expression on their faces.
But Juventus's attention seemed to be entirely focused on the surging lava below. Cersei was somewhat annoyed, but then she remembered that she was covered in blisters and looked like a demon. So she turned into a gray shadow and quickly rushed toward the White Wizard King.
With a flick of his robes, the White Wizard King gently tore open the void before him, and in the blink of an eye, he and Cersei vanished.
After the two left, Lindis approached Juventus and whispered, "Alright, Helamus's inherited artifacts aren't so easily destroyed by magma. No magma on this continent can do that."
You'll have plenty of opportunities to come back and salvage it in the future.
The important thing now is, this damn place is about to explode, and if we don't leave now, we'll all be buried with them!
Juventus ignored Lindis's words, and instead, a faint, deep purple light shone in his silver eyes.
Lindis didn't bother with him anymore. He quickly walked to the other side, where Gorini, who had been waiting for a long time, released a silver light that enveloped him, and the two left together.
Only one Juventus player remained on the field.
The purple light in Juventus' eyes quickly intensified, and the same was true for his body, even seeping out from the gray robe covering him.
Amidst the roaring waves of fire, the soft humming of magical implements seemed to be heard.
It is unknown how much time passed, but when an incredibly turbulent wave of rocks swept in, the purple light, the trembling sound, and the Juventus figure disappeared at the same time.
Within the vast Secret Realm Space, only mottled void remained, like large patches of peeling paint on a wall, gradually being melted and swallowed by the intense heat.
Blazing Plain.
On the vast plains, countless fissures appeared on the earth, which was once covered with rivers of lava, from which surging columns of lava fire spewed upwards.
In this turbulent scene, the Lava Waterfall that originally concealed the entrance to the Fire Leaving Realm had long since disappeared. In its place was a huge, irregularly shaped fission fireball, like the eye of an ancient fire dragon, glaring fiercely at everything in the world.
Two figures appeared silently in the Sky Dome, which was illuminated by the flames and turned a crimson red.
"Unfortunately, we arrived a step too late."
Anglie, whose face was not particularly handsome, showed deep regret. He turned to look at Narros, who was calm beside him, and blinked, saying, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
You worry that if you're there, you'll eventually be unable to resist taking action.
Narros didn't speak, but just stared into the distance, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he was quietly thinking about something.
"I told you long ago that there was something wrong with how you recruited him."
Anglie, "Knowing that kid as I do, if you help him just once, even if you don't say anything, he'll be willing to risk his life to repay you."
Narros remained silent.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Perhaps you are right."
Narros thought for a moment, then continued:
Do you think he can survive?
"Certainly."
"Why?"
"For no reason."
Anglie grinned and tapped his temple with his finger. "Intuition, and my consistent understanding of him."
Narros seemed to be deep in thought.
"A witch's intuition?"
I almost forgot your current gender; in the Wizard World, this has always been a topic of discussion.
Anglie's smile suddenly froze on his face.
Narros, however, had already turned around and greeted him softly.
Let's go.
If he is indeed alive, as you said, I will consider changing how I handle matters concerning him next time.
"Damn it."
Anglie's face returned to normal, and he muttered, "That joke wasn't funny at all."
I'm talking to you nicely, Nar.
Narros, however, was too lazy to respond and his figure vanished into the void like smoke.
An ancient palace built of pure white stone, with a tower suspended atop the palace, resembling a giant, frozen pendulum.
A meerkat with snow-white fur stood on a huge round table, as if carefully carving something.
The rustling sound of wood chips falling was crystal clear in the quiet hall. Before the round table, wizards dressed in white robes knelt, and no one made a sound, as if they were all waiting quietly.
Finally, the meerkat brought down the last cut of the wooden carving perfectly.
The meerkat picked up the wood carving, examined it with satisfaction for a while, then gently jumped off the round table, leaped over the steps, and finally landed in front of a wizard who was as beautiful as a woman.
The meerkat extended its slender, long paws, gently cupped the other's face, and softly asked, "Are you ready, A Ni?"
"At any time."
Do you all understand the consequences?
The meerkat swept its gaze somewhat seriously over the person in front of it, as well as everyone kneeling behind it.
"Clear."
Hearing everyone's firm and resolute answers, the meerkat's eyes softened instantly.
"Thanks."
It kissed the forehead of the person in front of it, and then the forehead of everyone present.
Everyone who has been kissed by it bows their head deeply, displaying the utmost respect and devotion.
When the little meerkat returned to the round table, a wisp of gray flame ignited on its body, and soon the flame spread inexplicably to A Ni, and then to every wizard of the Pendulum of Fate present.
Every wizard whose body was engulfed in gray flames aged visibly, bit by bit.
Their bodies were rapidly decaying, but their spirits seemed to be cleansed, and their souls shone brightly in the flames.
The meerkat stood in the center of the round table, its eyes transformed into two gray vortexes. At this moment, it resembled a god worshipped by numerous believers. No, to be precise, it should be the most devout one.
The gray flames burned wildly, gradually spreading throughout the entire hall.
The raging gray flames quickly engulfed the entire pure white palace, and the flames coiled around the floating clock tower at the top of the hall.
At some point, the suspended clock tower and the pure white palace collapsed simultaneously in the flames without warning, and several white doves took flight from them.
At the same moment, a distant and grand ancient bell suddenly rang out, as if traveling through the corridor of time and instantly reaching the infinite distance.
At the summit of a black mountain shrouded in gray mist, three figures dressed in black robes stood facing the same direction.
Their black robes were all embroidered with huge patterns of the Weeping Blood Eye, symbolizing the Wizard Heart Hall, and each of them exuded a powerful aura belonging to a late-stage level six wizard.
The heavy tolling of a bell seemed to come from the darkness, echoing in the ears of the three.
"The New Prophet is dead."
One of them spoke in a low voice.
At that moment, a snow-white, glowing pigeon suddenly emerged from nothingness and was caught by the speaker just in time.
After the glowing white dove was obtained, it transformed into a snow-white parchment, on which words seemed to float faintly.
The speaker's gaze swept quickly across the parchment, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he casually passed the note to the second person.
The second man in black robes took the parchment, read it, and then passed it on to the third person.
When the parchment fell into the hands of a third person, it inexplicably caught fire and was reduced to ashes almost instantly.
"The prophet's last words?!"
The third person's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "What did they say up there?"
However, the next second, he was met with two chilling and powerful killing intents from the left and right.
"Boom!"
A terrifying magical power erupted atop the black mountain peak, causing vast swirling wisps of gray mist to surge violently.
A low, incantation emanated from the churning gray mist, followed by a muffled groan of shock and anger, and finally a sharp, slippery growl, every syllable of which carried a deep sense of evil.
"You all trust her that much?!"
A friendship of over a thousand years is not even worth a single, casual remark from her?
What if she's wrong?
The low growl received no response, and finally, with a roar filled with frustration and resentment, all the commotion quietly subsided.
Two figures, supporting each other, slowly emerged from the gray fog. Without a second glance at the collapsed mountain behind them, they vanished into the vast mist in an instant.
The Life Empire.
Since the end of the Holy Grail Proof trial, everything in the Glow Mist City, under Serena's command, has been developing in a better direction, presenting a thriving scene.
In the quiet afternoon, everyone was busy with their own affairs.
Grace sat in the rooftop garden, which had been built entirely for her, and she seemed so idle compared to everyone else there.
Grace knew she couldn't help in any way. All she could do was stand up every hour of the hourglass and gaze towards Serena's palace in the distance. Then she would sit on the brightly lit rooftop and draw things on the canvas in front of her, things that she herself didn't know the meaning of.
Sometimes Grace would especially miss that first little attic room with its beautiful blue pointed roof, which, although it restricted her freedom, felt cozy.
Although she often felt bored at that time, at least she could hear her mother's nagging every day, and occasionally, one or two interesting people would pass by in front of the house.
It's like...
The paintbrush, having lingered in one spot for too long, smeared large patches of paint on the snow-white canvas. Grace sighed softly and haphazardly tore the canvas away from her.
Just then, "Boom!"
Suddenly, an extremely strong fluctuation of spiritual energy erupted from a house she had been watching in the distance. Dense golden and white light surged out from every window of the house like ripples on water.
Grace suddenly stood up, ran quickly to the edge of the rooftop, and leaned on the railing to get as close as possible to look out.
Powerful wizard figures appeared from all directions in the sky and rushed towards the house.
Something's happened.
Grace felt a sudden tightness in her chest, a bad premonition creeping over her.
Time passed quickly, and as the wizards who had been drawn by Serena's aura emerged from the house one after another, Serena spotted a familiar figure, her lips moving rapidly as she waved to him.
Not long after, a witch with silver hair and slightly dark skin appeared on the rooftop.
"Has something bad happened?"
Grace stared at the other person, eagerly asking, hoping to hear from them that it was all a false alarm.
The Silver-Haired Witch replied with a bitter expression, "It might be worse than you guess."
Edward Alba declared independence, and wizards from the Ancient Wizard Revival Society began to appear extensively in the eastern part of the empire.
Most importantly
The Silver-Haired Witch paused, then said in a low, extremely hoarse voice, "Her Highness the Princess has just received the news."
The New Prophet of the Pendulum of Fate has passed away, and His Majesty the Golden Dawn of the Destiny Empire Fate, who has always supported us and won the Holy Grail Proof for His Highness, has also fallen.
"What?!"
"Yes, I want that one."
In White Pine Town, inside a small wizard's tavern, bald Jason stands at the bar, pointing to a wizard's hat adorned with beautiful blue feathers hanging on the wall behind the bartender.
The bartender carefully took the hat Jason had chosen from the wall covered with wizard hats and casually asked, "Won't you wait a few more days, sir?"
For more than a month, the customer in front of me has been coming to the tavern every day and sitting there all day, clearly stating that he is waiting for a friend.
After more than a month, the two had become familiar with each other. The bartender even knew that the customer in front of him, who had a fierce appearance and exuded a strong dark wizard aura, actually had a softer heart than most wizards.
He feeds the stray cats, dogs, squirrels, and even smelly badgers that roam outside the tavern almost every day.
"He must have something to do and can't come for the time being."
Jason shook his head and said, "I remember you do offer a message service here, right?"
"Certainly."
The bartender nodded, waving the wizard's hat in his hand. "This hat is now yours. You can leave anything you want to say to anyone inside, and they'll hear it as soon as they wear it."
Forgive my intrusion, but didn't you and your friend exchange communication devices?
Jason paused for a moment, then said, "Some things are not suitable to be said through a communication device."
"I completely agree with you."
The bartender smiled and nodded, "Some things are indeed difficult to say, leaving a message on a hat is the best way."
Two days ago, a customer left you a message. Would you like to hear it?
"Well?"
Jason was taken aback by these words and instinctively asked, "Who?"
The bartender gave Jason a look, indicating that he should look in a certain direction to his left.
Jason turned his head, his gaze sweeping across most of the tavern, finally landing in a corner where a slightly chubby male wizard with a striped robe and a thick beard was smiling at him and waving.
Damn it!
Jason felt a chill run down his spine and quickly turned around. "Get that damn hat of yours right now!"
The bartender shrugged helplessly and handed the hat to Jason.
After leaving his message, Jason returned the hat to the bartender, tossed down a few magic stones, and then glared menacingly at a wizard who was still staring at him before striding out of the tavern.
As soon as Jason came out, the stray cats that had been loitering at the tavern entrance came up to him and circled him affectionately.
Jason crouched down and gently stroked the head of each stray cat.
He stood up and gently pulled open the sleeve of his left robe, revealing a strange, scar-like mark formed by densely packed, protruding blue veins on the back of his hand.
Jason lowered his sleeves and looked up at the sun in the sky.
Damien
"I hope we'll have a chance to meet again."
After saying that, he strode out of White Pine Town with a determined look in his eyes.