Wizards: Starting as a Potions Master!

Chapter 143 The Dark Wanderer, the Human Possessed by the Blind King

In the Storm Kingdom, in a territory located far overseas.

In a tavern in a port town within the Principality of Crete, one of the three major islands of the Storm Kingdom and one of the most important islands in the Mediterranean.

A unique guest has arrived.

He wore a black hood, walked hurriedly, and his eyes were filled with fear, exhaustion, and anxiety. He entered the tavern, trying hard not to attract attention.

But because he was so distracted, he bumped into a burly man as he entered the tavern with the "Nightingale" sign.

"Watch out, buddy," the burly man warned him, clearly annoyed. "You spilled my drink, pay up."

Inside the tavern, many people watched this scene with amusement.

The man who stumbled into the tavern seemed somewhat panicked. A family crest, representing his identity, rolled out of his pocket and landed on the tavern's wooden floor.

The patrons in the tavern gasped in shock when they saw the family crest.

Because that family crest represents the once prestigious Phocas family of the Eastern Human Empire. Even now, the Phocas family still holds some territory in the Nicomedia Empire in Asia Minor.

Moreover, many mercenaries and traveling merchants in the tavern recognized him as the famous Knight Heracloth Forcas, the heretic White Death Knight, a senior Grand Knight whom both the Storm Kingdom and the Nicomedia Empire were trying to win over.

The burly man knew he had probably messed with the wrong person, and he remained silent, feeling guilty.

At this moment, however, Heraclius Focas was somewhat mentally deranged, muttering incessantly to himself, "I killed that acolyte."

"But I can't do anything about it. All the priests of Hagia Sophia have been corrupted. Evil spirits have entered my body and are eroding every inch of my soul... I have done my best."

"God of the Law above, please forgive me. My heart could no longer bear it. I killed the one he possessed, and in return, he possessed me. I thought I was different from others. I thought I was a great knight, a nobleman of Phocas, the White Death Knight in the eyes of the heretics. I thought I would be different."

"But...before a king who is blind to all truth, all beings are equal..."

The next moment, he bent down to pick up the badge representing the Forcas family from the tavern floor, but a pale hand picked up the noble badge representing the Forcas family before he could.

This is the owner of the hand, an illusion of the blind nun.

At this moment, the phantom of the blind nun and Chesia behind her both looked with adoration at this self-exiled former knight of the law, now a dark wanderer—the possessed person of the blind king in the mortal realm.

When Chiracio Focas stood up again, a cold smile was playing on his lips. The noisy tavern around him instantly lost all its color, turning into black and white.

Everyone in the tavern stood up blankly, as if their thinking abilities had been restricted. They didn't know who they were, where they came from, or where they were going.

They felt that everything was fine...boring, and indifference filled their hearts.

At the same time, an unprecedented dark force manifested as a plague, spreading throughout the tavern and entering their bodies.

Inside the tavern, one by one, the mid-level lords of the energy world who had already descended, or partially descended, to the prime material plane, entered the tavern, appeared before Heraclius Focas, and knelt down in unison.

The blind nun spread her arms wide in fervor. "My great king, after more than two thousand years, you have finally broken the seal from the hands of shameless wizards and ignorant churches."

"You have descended to earth at this very moment and in this very place."

"Our era is about to begin."

The blind nun asked with some anticipation, "Supreme, blind King, when shall we begin the second phase of the plan, and how shall we address you now?"

A hint of doubt flickered across Chiraclo Focas's face, before his expression returned to one of indifference and disdain that belied his earlier hesitation. "You may still call me Chiraclo Focas, or you may call me the Dark Wanderer."

"This knight's spirit is even more resilient than I imagined. We... beings born from this world, without souls or bodies, must possess a body and obtain a true soul in order to descend."

"Therefore, I chose to assimilate with him."

"The aura of divine authority permeating the air of the Storm Kingdom is still too strong, so I cannot completely devour his soul for the time being."

"I can't unleash my true power at all."

"For a long time, he will resist my will, even though I have been in control for longer and longer periods. But he still instinctively exiles himself, wanting to hide on an island in the sea to restrict my movements."

"As for launching the second phase of the plan? That's too early."

"This current aura of divine authority is not enough for me to summon my true army to this world. The Storm Kingdom and the remnants of the God of Law have not yet given up hope."

"As long as they still have hope, the god of storms will still have faith."

The Dark Wanderer said in a hoarse voice, "I will make all the followers of the Storm God lose hope."

"Let every human being experience the despair of equality. We won this battle more than two thousand years ago, when the gods and wizards were deceived by us and sealed our seven brothers one by one on this continent."

"The seal is only temporary, but the Seven Kings are forever. This world will be under my control. My six brothers will be driven from this world, and victory will remain solely with me."

"Using the humans of this world to create my new soldiers, and then finding new worlds to invade, destroy, and annihilate, that wouldn't be bad, would it?"

"The mainstream wizards may not come back, but whether they do or not, we must take control of this world before that happens."

The Dark Wanderer said to the mid-level lords and high-ranking warlocks, "I can sense that the special beings who killed me more than two thousand years ago—the Knights of the Hand of the Gods, who were granted power by both wizards and gods—still exist silently in this world."

"Therefore, we must exercise restraint until these last remaining obstacles are cleared."

"Furthermore, blind nun, why is it that among the twenty-one military districts of the Storm Kingdom, the sacred authority of the Southern Thrace Military District has not only not declined, but has actually risen, at least back to the level of five years ago?"

"The blind nun, and my daughter... Cheshire, who orchestrated this over two thousand years ago and was born twenty years ago, can you explain this to me?"

The Dark Wanderer said with some disappointment, "Forget about the blind nun, Chesia, my daughter, my pride, why did you suffer such a crushing defeat in the Southern Thrace military region?"

The blind nun glanced back at Chesia with envy. Chesia was just a human created by using her descendants, yet she possessed the bloodline that the blind king had obtained in a ritual two thousand years ago.

She was so jealous!

Chesia knelt on one knee. She understood that even her daughter was nothing more than a tool to the blind king.

In the world of energy, there are countless daughters of kings who are blind to the truth.

What makes her special is that she has a large portion of human blood.

Chesia whispered, "I'm sorry, Father."

"But there's a reason for that."

"In Peter's territory of the Southern Thrace Military District, there is a wizard lord named Sunan Peter. He has repeatedly thwarted our attempts to disrupt the local aristocratic politics. He even recently destroyed one of our strongholds in the Southern Thrace Military District."

"They even nearly killed the important divine royal family sorcerer who was crucial to our plan."

A look of struggle appeared on the Dark Wanderer's face. It was Heraclius's reaction to hearing the familiar names of the God-Men Family and the Southern Thrace Military District. He wanted to resist the Dark Lord's soul assimilation.

But how could a mere mortal like him possibly do that?!

The Dark Wanderer asked Chesia, "Is that wizard lord a Forsaken?"

(End of this chapter)