Then Fight

They still voted to reject it.

But this time, it was not a secret ballot. The names and academy affiliations of every wizard sage who voted were announced.

Although more people voted in favor this time than last time,

those who voted to reject it still held an overwhelming advantage.

Charles looked over the vote. First came the nineteen Wizard Kings.

Nine agreed, ten rejected.

The difference seemed slight, but its implications were vastly different.

The nine who agreed merely indicated that they would not intervene when Pushton advanced.

But the ten Wizard Kings who rejected it could strike at Pushton at any time.

Charles looked at Pushton and thought to himself, He may have grasped the power of origin, but can he really stand against the Wizard Kings' anchor incarnations?

Though the Wizard Kings' true bodies cannot act, the incarnations they left behind in the wizard plane are far from weak.

Even one would be a huge problem. Now there are ten.

Even if they merely rejected it and do not strike at Pushton, as long as one of them does, it will be a major disaster.

Within the Wizard Throne at that moment,

many wizard sages turned curious eyes toward Pushton, wanting to know what he would do next.

Even the Wizard Kings paid closer attention.

After all, many years had passed since the last person advanced to become a Wizard King.

And in Charles's casual conversations with Pushton, he had learned quite a bit before.

The advancement of these Wizard Kings—

every single one had been accompanied by storms of blood and slaughter.

Pushton smiled faintly. "Not bad, not bad. Fewer people opposed me than I expected."

Charles made a rough count.

Among the wizard sages who had voted against it this time,

there were twenty-one Sixth