Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 598 [599] Strange Land: Crimson Flames and Unsettling Incantations (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Kur the Wizard violated the thirty-ninth revised version of the Pillars of Hell rules announced by the Hell Guild. After being investigated and arrested by the Wizard Sachi, the five elders of the Hell Guild jointly decided to permanently expel Kur the Wizard from the Pillars of Hell."

"Flying Rain Wizard, you have violated Article Twenty-One of the Laws promulgated by the Hell Guild."

In the plaza where the Hell Society is stationed, beneath the beast-headed building, dim hellish chains bind the 'sinful' wizards awaiting judgment.

There were quite a few wizards in the audience, all there for entertainment, with smiles on their faces.

The rules of the Pillars of Hell, although promulgated by the Hell Guild, have been accepted and recognized by many wizards over the years.

Even if you don't care much, it's not worth offending the Hell Society and breaking their rules.

Those who were put on trial, in their view, had only themselves to blame.

You must bear the consequences of your actions.

We must not let hell find out.

Our strength is sufficient to handle it.

They were just a bunch of fools.

As the leader, the wizard Sachi announced the verdict of the formal wizards.

His gaze fell upon the remaining, smaller number of Star Wizards.

In terms of strength, some wizards are no weaker than him.

Unfortunately, he possesses the power of hell, the power bestowed upon him by Lord Makarov.

Even wizards more powerful than him would be defeated by him.

There will be no exceptions.

Lord Makarov is Hell Society's most powerful trump card.

The most famous signboard.

The pillar of hell stands at the very front.

His strength at the Pillar of Hell is unmatched.

"Everyone, be serious, the leader of the Hell Society is about to come out."

"The trial of the Star Wizard is of utmost importance, and it is only proper that Makarov personally comes out to select and pronounce the verdict."

"So many years have passed, has his strength increased or decreased? We can take this opportunity to observe. According to my witchcraft, the aura belonging to Makarov is quite astonishing, and it is suspected that his true form has appeared."

The crowd's expressions changed slightly, and their gazes focused on the mouth of the beast's head. That was also a place where a witch array could be used to teleport, leading to the true heartland of the Hell Society, which was also the core of the Hell Society.

"Lord Makarov, Sachi and all the core members of the Hell Society wizards pay you their highest respects."

The wizard Sachi bowed slightly, a smile on his face, his eyes filled with bright anticipation.

The Earth's Core Wizard - Makarov.

The Pillars of Hell are widely recognized as the most powerful and cutting-edge wizards.

The yellow wizard's robes were the first thing to catch everyone's eye, followed by a tall figure, with a dim yellow light shining behind him, the iconic image of hellish chains.

A powerful aura, an extraordinary fluctuation that could not be ignored, gradually rose until the many wizards watching looked up with solemn expressions.

"Wow, that's quite a height!" a Star Wizard exclaimed, squinting.

"His strength is also very high. Among the Pillars of Hell, he might really be the number one. He can't be compared to him, he can't be compared to him!" someone else said.

Makarov stared expressionlessly at the many figures below, seemingly unconcerned about the various auras and extraordinary fluctuations they were releasing.

He seemed to ignore the calls of the many wizards of the Hell Society, gazing into the distance with a distant look in his eyes, lost in thought.

It was only when the sorcerer Sachi called out again that he was awakened. His eyes narrowed, the strange phenomenon behind him slowly disappeared, and he flew down from the position of the beast head to the judgment platform in the square.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I feeling so uneasy and even a little anxious again? Has something happened that's closely related to me and is going to harm me?"

Makarov felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't know the source of the discomfort.

But that feeling passed quickly. If you pondered it carefully and tried to trace its source, it seemed ambiguous, as if it didn't exist. It was all just his overthinking.

I thought and thought, but I couldn't figure it out, and my frustration only grew stronger.

The trial assembly is a key aspect of Hell Society's development.

The new rules for the Pillars of Hell will be announced.

Makarov, taking this seriously, exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "Welcome everyone to the Hell Society's trial assembly. Next, we will proceed with the trial of Star Wizards. During the assembly, I will announce the Hell Society's new version of the Pillars of Hell Laws. Please be patient."

"I'm sure none of you want to accidentally break the rules due to a lack of understanding of the law and regulations, and cause some unnecessary misunderstandings with Hell."

As he finished speaking, Makarov's tone turned cold and hard.

The momentum was released to its maximum in an instant, spreading across the entire square.

The many Star Wizards, bound by the chains of hell on the judgment platform, appeared extremely disheveled because they had lost control and the ability to use their power. They either stumbled and fell, causing the chains of hell to rattle, or howled in pain.

"You bastards from the Hell Society, you're abusing your power. Do whatever you want with me, but you'll never make me submit to you in this lifetime."

The one who was so defiant, howling loudly while venting his temper, was the guinea pig wizard; his collarbone was pierced, and thanks to the thick skin of a bloodline wizard, he shouted the loudest.

"If you have the guts, kill me right here. Otherwise, once I, the guinea pig, leave, I'll definitely go to the three great masters and report you to the Hell Society."

Makarov remained expressionless and silent.

The other wizards, however, who were bound by the chains of hell, joined in the shouting and echoed each other.

Makarov—the Earth's Core Wizard—smiled, a cold, almost mocking smile that seemed to dispel much of his inner turmoil.

"Do whatever you want. Once you're out of the Pillar of Hell, nobody will care what you do. But here at the Pillar of Hell, the Hell Society is in charge, and I, Makarov, am in charge."

"If you don't want to listen to me and let me call the shots, then come and defeat me. If you beat me, you'll be in charge, and I'll gladly send the entire Hell Society off to become your wizard."

Upon hearing this, even the wizards from the Hell Society showed slight changes in expression, their brows furrowed, and they were no longer calm.

Sensing the powerful aura of the Earth Core Wizard, all those ulterior motives vanished.

The inside and outside of the Pillars of Hell are not the same.

The power of hell is everything.

If a formal wizard passes through the three perilous places and gains the power of authority, even a Star Wizard might not be able to defeat him.

Even though they are both at the Star Wizard level, the Earth Core Wizards, with the support of the three major authority, can only be imagined to reach a terrifying level.

Many wizards believe that the Earth Wizard Makarov is the wizard most likely to become the new pillar master of the Crimson Society in the past thousand years.

They are on equal footing with the top forces and high-level members of the Crimson Society, such as the Ancestral Blood Wizards, Demon King Wizards, Wraith Wizards, and Calamity Wizards.

Hearing the silence, Makarov raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Since there are no objections, the trial shall continue. Guinea Pig Wizard, you have violated the rules of my Hell Society multiple times. I hereby sentence you."

Chi Chi!

My heart suddenly clenched.

It wasn't pain, but a throbbing sensation just like before.

It disappeared again very quickly.

Makarov's pupils widened. What on earth was going on? It had happened again. Why was this happening?

A sense of unease arose in my heart.

The repeated palpitations cast a shadow over his face.

It cannot be ignored.

"Lord Earth Core Wizard, the Guinea Pig Wizard's verdict." Wizard Sachi asked cautiously, his eyes looking over.

The wizard Sachi was not the only one who noticed his unusual behavior.

The way people looked at him became strange.

Makarov decided he had to investigate the cause. The throbbing sensations he was experiencing meant something big was happening, something important that concerned him personally, and he couldn't ignore it.

"I hereby decree that the Guinea Pig Wizard is permanently banished from the Pillars of Hell and shall no longer be permitted to operate there."

The trial has proceeded to this point and cannot be stopped. Makarov suppressed his frustration and continued to support it, even accelerating the process.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

A wizard's whims usually concern his own safety and even his life.

Within the Scarlet Society headquarters, who could pose a life-or-death crisis to him?

At the same time, Wang Ya encountered a second dangerous place and saw its true nature.

puff!

The dim yellow flames shot into the sky, forming an endless sea of ​​fire.

This is a real, substantial ocean of fire, not an empty, void-like expansion and contraction.

The viscous, dim yellow condensate of flames dripped onto the ground, burning out one large crater after another.

Ironically, the liquid flowing from inside the pit was also yellow, sharing the same properties as the dim yellow flames.

Wang Ya stood in the midst of this sea of ​​fire, or rather, above it, sitting on a small boat, constantly paddling the oars. The intense heat and scorching temperature tormented him; his robes, though not ignited by the heat, were soaked with sweat.

The boat can be made of wood, or it can be made of ore, bamboo, vines, or anything else chosen from the entrance to the Fire Coast.

The corresponding small boats were placed in front of the test takers.

Different ships have their own costs, trials, and tribulations to endure.

The ship, made of ore, cannot be burned, but it is as if it were being steamed in a pot. The expansion, pressure, and temperature affect every part of the wizard's body inside the ship, and even his soul, with corresponding sensations and feelings.

Boats made of vines and bamboo, with slurry flowing out, drown and suffocate, boil and torment.

Many wizards have failed at this challenge and perished in the flames.

The challenges go far beyond simply enduring difficulties.

They also had to navigate a small boat through an endless sea of ​​fire, using their exceptional willpower and spirit to endure the torment and exert all their strength.

Strength can emanate consciousness.

Flames can penetrate anywhere.

At this moment, the small wooden boat that Wang Ya had chosen was rising and falling on the sea of ​​fire, and there was a risk of sinking at any time. He stood at the bow of the boat and vigorously waved the oar to keep moving.

The golden wizard's robe remained undamaged, and the power of the sacrifice was not depleted, resisting the flames as if the damage were nothing. Yet, everything he perceived and understood was undeniably real.

call!

He exhaled a hot breath.

Everywhere you looked was a deep crimson red.

There is no end in sight.

The other side is not visible.

When will we be able to cross the sea of ​​fire in such a small boat?

They had to bear the thick smoke and flames from the burning wood on their bodies.

It also takes a lot of effort to lift the small boat and swing the oars.

It is perfectly normal for living beings to frequently feel despair.

Cut off these useless thoughts.

Wang Ya's gaze hardened; the mental and physical exhaustion was undeniably real.

There may be more than one way to overcome the trials of this fiery sea and mountain.

His gaze fell upon the undulating flames beneath his feet, amidst the yellow liquid.

puff!

The scalding hot water bubbles eroded the hull, burning holes in it.

Wang Ya took a deep breath of hot air, as if it were melting his internal organs.

Without further hesitation, he threw down his oars, abandoned the dilapidated boat, and plunged into the blazing sea.

No one has ever done this before.

They were all unable to maintain the ship they had chosen, their spirits and consciousness were exhausted, and they fell into the sea of ​​fire, failed the test, and returned to the outside world.

If word got out about Wang Ya's choice, it would be enough to shock many wizards at the Pillars of Hell.

He was the first person to choose to enter the inferno.

What does it feel like to enter a sea of ​​fire?

Those who have lost consciousness, the mental wizards, the losers, have no self-awareness; they only experience extreme pain and a feeling of suffocation.

Wang Ya's sensation was one of weightlessness under high pressure, and the expansion and compression caused by high temperature.

Then, relying on the isolated stance formed by their own spirit and consciousness, they were able to rise and fall in the sea of ​​fire, rather than sink.

With hands moving, his body swam freely in the sea of ​​fire.

Wang Ya made the right bet and succeeded. He abandoned the small boat and merged his body into the sea of ​​fire. As long as his spirit and consciousness remained, he would not fail.

Entering a sea of ​​fire does not mean sinking into it.

His dark eyes strained to gaze at the sky.

Instead, they wanted to climb out of this boundless sea of ​​fire.

Time knows no bounds.

Wang Ya didn't know how long she had been swimming in this sea of ​​fire.

At first, they swam on the surface of the sea of ​​fire.

Feeling tired, or having tried to venture deep into the fire.

The pressure and energy expenditure are actually less.

In the end, he simply landed at the bottom of the sea of ​​fire and moved forward on his own two feet, even though his eyes were filled with blazing fire and the red light made it difficult to see.

He continued walking straight ahead, relying on his intuition.

Even walking with your eyes closed.

Until one day, he reached the end and touched a wall.

When I opened my eyes, all the sea of ​​fire and crimson light in my field of vision disappeared.

Instead, it became a special and strange space.

The stretched diaphragm blocked out the blazing fire from the outside.

The wall in front of them was enormous, covered with stone chips and sand that had been constantly baked, melted, and dehydrated by the high temperature, forming irregular and bizarre shapes.

A feeling of excitement welled up in Wang Ya's heart, and something else began to form in her mind.

He immediately sat down cross-legged.

It was done as if it were a jungle of knives.

From within the wall, a continuous stream of crimson light materialized and flowed out, merging into his body.

The additional knowledge and memory content in the mind.

It also materialized and appeared behind him, forming a spell array.

Unlike the dim yellow knife mountain incantation array, this array is crimson in color and has irregular rhomboid edges.

On the stone wall, a large amount of sand and stone chips fell, and a mural with the same face and figure as Wang Ya gradually appeared in sync.

(End of this chapter)