Wizard Immortal

Chapter 554 Awakening

"So, the Kingdom of Yarian is in turmoil, and the Prime Minister is in control of the situation?"

Seated in a tall stone pavilion, quietly gazing at Cardan before her, Tarina listened with amusement, occasionally letting out a gloating laugh: "Who would have thought you'd end up like this?"

On the side, looking at the smiling girl in front of him and listening to her words, the boy subconsciously frowned, but then gave a wry smile.

In every respect, he had no right to refute the girl in front of him.

In terms of strength, he's already a cripple; in terms of seniority, the girl in front of him is more than old enough to be his grandmother.

With such a huge disparity in power, he had no choice but to obediently follow orders.

"So, you approached the crystal just now to perform a blood sacrifice and awaken His Majesty the Crimson King?"

After a while, Tarina spoke again, quietly observing the boy before her.

"good."

A resolute look appeared on the boy's face. Although he was extremely weak, his unwavering will remained unchanged: "The Kingdom of Yarian is now in its most dangerous moment. The entire royal family has been slaughtered."

"The only hope lies with the Gluttonous Demon God, who was once sealed in the Dira Mountains."

"Relying on others is not the act of a man." Glancing lightly at Kadan, Tarina said, "Instead of pinning your hopes on a demon god who may not even awaken, it's better to work hard yourself and realize your own vision."

"I want that too." A bitter look appeared on the boy's face. His fists clenched so tightly that his palms turned white and trembled slightly. "But I'm a useless piece of trash now. What can I do besides pin my hopes on the Demon God..."

He spoke softly, his tone revealing an undisguised sense of loss and resentment.

The young man had high aspirations. If possible, he would naturally hope to revive his motherland through his own efforts, rather than placing his hopes on some ethereal demon god.

Unfortunately, after the beast's death, he suffered a backlash all over his body. If there had been no accidents, he probably wouldn't have lived more than a few years, let alone be able to ask for anything else.

In this situation, he could find no other way out.

A moment of silence fell over them, until Tarina spoke again after a while.

"You're lucky."

She rose from the stone pavilion, glanced casually at Cardin, and then stepped forward: "Come with me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she got up and walked in a certain direction, leading Cardan onto a small path.

After walking along a winding path, they soon arrived at a cave.

Upon reaching this point, Tarina stopped in her tracks and paused in the cave.

Standing outside the cave, Kadan looked surprised, as if he had sensed something.

Before he could even ask a question, Tarina continued walking forward, her long silver dress shimmering with a faint silver glow.

Carrying Cardan, she slowly walked forward, heading straight into the long cave, and continued until she reached the end.

A pale golden light flashed around, and the cave was surrounded by a large number of golden crystals, making the entire cave incredibly bright.

When they reached the end of the cave, the young Kadan was stunned.

"What is that?"

Standing on a platform, he looked ahead.

At the end of his vision was a golden coffin, as if crafted from a single piece of golden crystal, radiating a beautiful glow in the spacious room.

In the center of the coffin, a boy lay quietly, exuding a unique aura.

The young man possessed unparalleled beauty, as handsome as a god, with an aura of nobility that made it impossible to look directly at him. Even with his eyes closed, his unique presence was captivating, as if one were witnessing the supreme monarch.

A faint aura of bloodline energy emanated from the golden coffin before him, instantly collapsing a section of space and startling Kadan, who felt a sensation he had never experienced before.

"His Majesty."

Standing outside the golden coffin, gazing at the boy inside, Tarina bowed slightly, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind.

As she called out, a faint light emanated from the golden coffin before her, as if something within was awakening, causing ripples to appear in the previously dormant power.

Under Kadan's astonished gaze, in the distant coffin, the boy quietly opened his eyes. His golden eyes held endless majesty, like a supreme deity, unforgettable.

"Who are you?"

Awakening from a long slumber and finding himself in a golden coffin, Adir slowly opened his eyes. His golden eyes first looked at Tarina, and then slowly at Kadan.

In an instant, all the information about the boy's entire body flashed into his mind.

Bloodline, appearance, the structure of the body's flesh and blood... all the information was perceived and understood by Adir in an instant, and he quickly summarized the boy's condition.

"Purple hair, black eyes, and that aura mixed with her soul power... she's a direct descendant of Silia..."

Gazing at the boy in the distance, Adir's thoughts replayed quietly in his mind: "His body's flesh and blood are withering away, and his soul power and life force are severely damaged. Is this the backlash from the killing of his contracted beast?"

Various thoughts quietly flashed through his mind, but on the surface he remained silent, simply gazing at the young boy Kadan in the distance.

Across from him, gazing at the figure within the golden coffin and feeling the familiar yet strange, vast and terrifying aura of majesty, the young Kadan's face flushed with excitement.

"This is...this is..."

He kept whispering, his whole body trembling at that moment.

"This is His Majesty the Crimson King, the Gluttonous Demon God you wish to awaken." Tarina's voice came quietly from beside her.

She looked at the junior before her, bowed respectfully to Adir, and smiled easily: "You're lucky."

"Your Majesty Adir has already awakened decades ago, and there is no need for you to perform a blood sacrifice."

Upon hearing this, Cardan felt a mix of emotions. Looking at the handsome, god-like young man before him, he didn't know what to say. He could only kneel down on one knee to express his attitude.

As he knelt down, a wisp of golden blood energy emanated from the golden coffin in the distance, rushing directly into the boy's body and instantly turning his entire body golden.

The soul was being healed, the flesh and blood were being restored, and the surging blood energy flowed through the body, washing away all the hidden injuries and restoring the body, which was on the verge of collapse, back to its peak condition.

Kneeling on one knee, feeling the changes in his body, Kadan was somewhat bewildered, yet also joyful. Feeling his powerful physique, he was about to say something.

"You may leave now." A gentle yet authoritative voice rang in my ears, carrying a vast and majestic authority and will that made it almost impossible for me to harbor any thoughts of disobedience.

Upon hearing the sound, the boy's mind went blank, and he subconsciously followed the sound, walking out of the cave.

"I actually saw the Gluttony Demon himself!!"

Once outside the cave, the boy slowly came to his senses, his face filled with disbelief.

For someone like him who grew up listening to the legends of the Gluttony Demon, the Gluttony Demon was a mythical figure that only existed in epic tales.

And now, this mythical figure suddenly appeared before him, without giving him any warning.

Before he could fully recover from the shock of the incident, a figure caught his attention.

He was a handsome young man, dressed in a well-fitting black robe, looking like a noble and dignified aristocrat. He appeared gentle and composed, and every move he made exuded an air of nobility.

He emerged from the path outside the cave, looked at Cardan with some surprise, then nodded gently before entering the cave.

Watching the young man's retreating figure, Kadan instinctively wanted to call out to him, but thinking of Tarina from before, he stopped himself and simply stayed quietly outside the cave.

"Your Majesty, you're awake."

As he entered the depths of the cave, gazing at the boy who had awakened in the golden coffin, the young man in black robes bowed slightly and performed a respectful salute, his manners appearing proper and complete.

"Ilida, you're back too."

Looking at the young man who had returned, Adir nodded gently: "How is the situation outside now?"

"The basic arrangements have been made. On the Kuma side, Sirria is in charge. As soon as His Majesty issues the order, we can begin execution."

Standing before Adir, Ilida calmly replied without the slightest hesitation, "When does Your Majesty intend to begin?"

"Let's wait a bit longer," Adir shook his head. "There's no rush. We just need to start slowly."

"Right now, the most important thing is still those few demon gods..."

As he spoke, he suddenly paused, his brows furrowing.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Tarina asked with concern, her face showing some worry.

"It's nothing." Adir shook his head. "You guys go out first."

"Yes." Tarina and Irida exchanged a glance, then slowly withdrew from the cave and walked outside.

After Tarina and the other person left, Adir clutched his chest, his face turning somewhat gloomy.

"The Bloodline Codex..."

He murmured to himself, feeling both relieved and helpless.

Just as Adir had predicted, despite repeated errors in the chip's calculations, the bloodline manual he had obtained from Kaidoze still had some problems.

These problems themselves were not very big, but they erupted during Adir's transformation and had a fatal impact.

Just a hair's breadth away from losing consciousness, his body turning into a lifeless mountain, becoming an eternal, unchanging landscape.

Fortunately, Tarina and Seria noticed this trend as soon as it emerged. They held blood sacrifices every now and then to stimulate his consciousness through the bloodline contract, preventing his consciousness from completely sinking into despair.

On the other hand, the bloodline of the demonic wolf god that he had devoured was also very special. After being devoured, it was extremely compatible with Adir's physique of a calamity beast, allowing him to completely transform at the fastest speed.

These two factors combined allowed Adir to narrowly escape the errors in the bloodline codex, and after more than eight hundred years, he finally awoke.

Because of an accident that occurred during his transformation, his body still has some problems, so this coffin was specially made to help him recover.

(End of this chapter)