Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 438 Silence and Gift

Wasn't he aiming to advance his cultivation level? Wasn't he going to become the God of Wizardry?
Luger gazed at the indistinct figure. The other person's request seemed to be greater than he had imagined, even greater than what his old friend, with whom he had fought his whole life, had thought, but it did not seem to be going smoothly.

With that sigh that drifted across the endless sea.

Luger suddenly realized that perhaps the Wizard God was the ultimate answer to that door, the solution behind it.

A mere wizard cannot do it, and a mere god is even more powerless, but the god of wizards is special; perhaps the god of wizards can reach out and touch the world beyond that door.

Luger tilted his head.

Did the Supreme Council know what this person was doing? They probably knew he wanted to become the God of Wizards, but did they know he was using godhood to touch that door?

Perhaps this person is taking advantage of the subtle tacit understanding between him and the Supreme Council.

Rumble!
The prayers rang out three more times.

The figure seemed to have given up, and the hazy outline of the door slowly disappeared.

All the steps that hadn't completely disappeared instantly transformed into light and surged toward that figure.

Ruger watched silently, estimating this to be a once-in-a-lifetime sight. This wasn't simply a wizard advancing in rank; it was someone ascending to godhood. At this moment, Ruger became increasingly convinced that it was himself who was becoming a god, ascending to divinity, not following the normal path of a faith-based wizard. There was no creation of a god; it was himself.

Luger raised his eyebrows slightly.

As he gazed at that figure, his feelings began to shift. This was not a good omen, yet at this moment it was also an excellent one.

Being a wizard is like facing a god who is connected to you.

Among the numerous illusory figures praying, the believers seemed to sense the change from afar. Their prayers became unified, and each person shed the same tears. However, some simply smiled as they chanted. The fact that their illusory figures could appear in prayer and transmit their spiritual power here was enough to demonstrate their piety. Yet, Ruger also saw the rationality in their smiles and eyes.

The burning light and the sound of prayer became the most magnificent attire.

The gods emerged from it.

The mirage-like images of numerous prayers began to disappear, and the sounds gradually subsided, just as the Three Flames Divine Palace had become deathly silent.

Only that figure remained standing alone in the same spot, as if waiting for something.

Luger tilted his head, thinking of a question.

Is the God of Wizards still considered a wizard? Is he a wizard at all?
Ruger believed that the great man could not possibly relinquish his wizardry and become a god entirely, neither a pure wizard nor a pure deity. In Ruger's humble opinion, this was what made him special.

If we still consider him a wizard, then what level wizard is he now?

Ruger recalled the other person's sigh and had a bad feeling. At the same time, he also curiously sensed that the aura emanating from the Nightmare World and the City of Burning Blood was still there. It seemed that the god had not closed this borrowed path, or perhaps he had tried but failed to close it.

"Barely an 8-ring?"

An old voice suddenly rang out.

Luger's mental energy was instantly repelled.

He swayed and couldn't stand steadily, so many furry creatures rushed over to support their owner.

Ruger grinned, wanting to tease the furry creatures a bit more, but then he froze, staring blankly at the two large trees that were entwined together in front of him.

Dream?

He actually fell asleep?

He stroked his chin, having to admit that he had been so stunned by a seemingly casual remark that he had fallen asleep.

Perhaps it wasn't that they were knocked to sleep by the shock, but rather that the other party did it intentionally.

He sat under the tree, put his hands behind his head, and leaned against the Dream Tree to gradually calm down.

He thought to himself, "We should be able to get out of trouble soon."

Once everything is settled, you can leave the bedroom and consider returning.

He could easily use the bedroom space to rest on the sea and fly back little by little on his own. Moreover, the area was filled with the atmosphere of the Nightmare World, which would allow his little wings to fly farther than usual.

Speaking of the atmosphere permeating the nightmare world, Ruger slowly frowned.

He looked at the wisps of power from the nightmare world that permeated his dreams, like clouds and mist.

It seemed different from anything he had seen before. He waved his hand, and the clouds drifted away, but soon slowly came to a stop.

He tried to probe with his spiritual power, and a voice faintly came through.

He sat up straight immediately. These nightmare powers were connected to the outside world, and he seemed to be able to act as a spy once again.

Of course, he was only using this strange dream to touch the power of nightmares and join in the fun. He dared not be impolite and extend more of his spiritual power, as he believed that those wizards might also be able to sense his presence.

"Guilt..."

A voice, different from the previous aged one, spoke solemnly.

"The Eighth Ring is your crime."

That solitary figure listened silently.

If Ruge hadn't overheard him shouting at the person in the Three Flames Temple before, he would have thought Ruge was cursed with some kind of muteness.

The wizards suddenly fell silent.

They were all looking in the same direction, and that lonely figure slowly turned around as well.

The sea area of ​​the Three Flames Palace, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly lit up with fire. At first, it was very small, but in a short while, it was like the rising sun.

A large ball of five-colored flames swirled and intertwined, forming a colorless spherical flame that slowly drifted toward the standing figure.

The wizards, whose figures were not clearly visible, did not intervene but simply watched quietly.

The standing figure did not immediately take it, but continued to look in the direction of the Three Flames Divine Palace.

"Is there anything you want to say?" he asked.

silent.

Having received no response, Inom raised his hand and swallowed the gift from his old friend. At the moment he swallowed it, the direction of the Three Flames Temple also went completely dark.

None of the wizards urged him on; they simply watched as Inom's imposing figure began to rise steadily.

Ruger controlled his heartbeat, barely daring to breathe.

After a long while, the standing figure let out another sigh, and the rising momentum came to a halt.

The voice of judgment rang out once more.

"Nine major sins in total..."

Luger listened intently, but dared not strain his ears too much.

The list of crimes, though indistinct, sent chills down Ruger's spine.

But he remained silent, as if it were a final gift from an old friend.

Just as Luger had thought, everything should be within that person's expectations. Yesterday's planting has created today's scene, a scene that must have flowed through his mind countless years ago and played out countless times in his imagination.

"The rights of an eighth-ring wizard will naturally be granted. Three hundred years is already a mercy from the council and a testament to your value. Unconditionally cooperate in the exploration of the world of knowledge..."

Luger was still listening intently when suddenly the power of the nightmare trembled.

A giant hand swept across the standing figure, and a large amount of nightmare power, along with the power of the blood sun, detached from the body. At the same time, the nightmare power and the power of the blood sun that permeated the endless sea also surged and poured into the nightmare world.

Luger was stunned and could not sense anything.

Just as he was thinking this, there was another loud bang.

"Who! Who ruined my experiment? My perfect blood—"

The roar reverberated, and even Luger, whose connection with the outside world had weakened, was still shaken and momentarily disoriented.

The roar, which had paused for a moment, rang out again.

"The Supreme Council? How dare you use my things to feed the Nightmare Lord? That's all an excuse! You cunning fellows, how could you not know!" the man roared in extreme rage.

(End of this chapter)