Wizard Immortal

Chapter 644 Turmoil II

"I'm afraid your hopes are going to be dashed."

A voice rang out in the room, and the next moment, Gruul and Zamur's expressions changed drastically.

"who!!"

Gruul and his companion turned around abruptly, looking in the direction from which the figure had come.

There, a person stood quietly.

He was a tall, handsome young man with striking blond hair. He stood quietly in front of the door, smiling at Gruul and his companion.

"It's you!!"

Upon seeing the man before him, Gruul's face turned ashen: "Angola, what do you want to do?!"

"What do I want to do?" Hearing Gruul's words, Angola's expression was surprised, as if he hadn't expected Gruul to ask this question: "Isn't the answer obvious? Just as I just said."

He walked slowly in from outside, closing the door behind him. Then, looking at the two people before him, he said, "Brother, thanks to your letter, the knight you relied on has been missing for two months now, and we don't know where he went."

"You actually knew?" Upon hearing Angola's words, Gruul hadn't even had time to breathe a sigh of relief before his heart tightened suddenly.

"Of course I know." Angola shrugged. "I not only know you delivered the letter, but I know exactly what it said."

"In fact, I personally delivered that letter for you."

"What do you want to do?" Hearing this, Gruul was somewhat puzzled. His long experience in aristocratic struggles made him instinctively sense that something was amiss. "Which side are you on?"

"Which side are they on?" Angola glanced at Gruul, then shook his head. "Who knows? Anyway, they're definitely not on your side."

"Get ready, your time will be up in a few days. If you have any last words, leave them as soon as possible."

"After all, it might be too late if we wait any longer."

He said with a smile, and then slowly walked away.

In the dim darkness, Gruul seemed to see a distinctive mark flash across his Angolan body.

The mark was complex, carrying a powerful and profound force. Within it, the aura unique to the Church of the Night's Watch flashed, causing Gruul to pause in surprise.

"The knight named Yasuo never showed up."

Stepping out of the room, and looking at Gruul and his companion standing inside, Angolan asked calmly, "Are you sure this is the person we're looking for?"

"The church has already investigated and found out that the altar in the wilderness of Tam City was destroyed by this knight alone."

From the shadows, a deep black figure emerged and looked at Angola, saying, "Judging from the traces left behind, this Yaso Knight's current strength is at least at the level of a Gold Knight."

"At this stage of life, at this age, to have this level of ability, do you know what that means?"

"Does this mean that this is also a descendant of a god? Like Hilna of that dark church?" Angolan said somewhat nonchalantly.

"Yes," the figure spoke from the darkness, "this is a rare opportunity!"

"Your authority is naturally capable of plundering the power of origin from other powerful beings. As long as you kill this knight named Yasuo and absorb the power of origin hidden in his bloodline, you can take the lead in advancement and gain an advantage in the competition with other divine beings."

"Afterwards, we will eradicate the Church of Darkness, absorb the divine power contained within the Son of Darkness, and inherit everything from the Kingdom of Tamru. This will allow your power to reach its peak and give you a huge first-mover advantage in this era."

"It sounds good, but what does all this have to do with me?" Angola sneered. "Don't think I don't know. After all this is done, the King of the Night Watch will be resurrected. Will I still exist then?"

"This is your destined glorious destiny." From the darkness, the person spoke, admonishing, "Great gods do not have the concept of a subjective will. You yourself are the descended King of the Night, and no existence can affect your will."

"Perhaps." Angola gave a cold laugh, neither confirming nor denying, before asking, "How's the preparation going on Bloody Knight's side?"

"Preparations are almost complete. In two more days, we can hold the Blood Moon Ceremony and sacrifice the entire palace in blood."

"It seems that my brothers don't have much time left."

Angolan turned around, thinking of Gruul whom he had just seen in the room, and shook his head before continuing to ask, "What about the altar at Karushu?"

"Just like before, there's still no reaction." The figure spoke from the darkness.

"It's already come to this point, and there's still no reaction?" Angola said, somewhat puzzled.

Karush was the founding king of the Tamru Kingdom and the strongest being in the entire kingdom. He was a legendary figure who, together with the High Priest of the Dark Church, resisted the Bloodthirsty Knights.

As a legendary king who founded a vast kingdom, this King of Knights was extremely powerful and was supposed to be the biggest obstacle in the plans of Angola and his allies.

However, it wasn't until they took action that they discovered Karush didn't react at all to their actions, as if he hadn't seen them imprisoning the king and sealing off the kingdom.

This is also the biggest reason why their operation proceeded so smoothly. Otherwise, even if they could eventually achieve their goal, they would not have been able to do it so quietly, as it would have inevitably caused a huge uproar.

"Who knows?" the figure in the darkness said. "A legendary being is capable of anything. Perhaps Karush is already dead, and all that's left is a corpse."

"Anything is possible, but the only thing we know for now is that he hasn't shown up to stop our actions, which is good news."

Angolan shook his head, glanced behind him, and then left directly.

Several days passed quickly while we waited.

At dawn, as the sun shines on the earth, its soft glow envelops the world, illuminating it in a bright light.

A faint smell of blood wafted through the air as a ritual slowly began in the once deserted palace square.

Blazing flames were rising, and in the center of the square, a pool of blood stood silently, containing a piece of blood-red crystal.

Within the blood-red crystal, a little girl lay naked, quietly with her hands wrapped around her knees, her face calm and peaceful, seemingly asleep.

A faint sense of majesty emanated from the crystal, its vast and awe-inspiring power spreading far and wide. Even a mere glimpse of it would make an ordinary person want to kneel down, unable to bear such overwhelming majesty.

Before the crystal, an old man wearing a blood-red robe stood quietly, his eyes fixed on the crystal.

Unlike the gaze of ordinary people, his eyes were filled with a dazed look as he looked at the crystal before him, containing a variety of emotions such as madness, infatuation, and distortion, which frightened anyone who could sense it.

At this moment, a strong stench of blood filled the air. Corpses lay scattered around, each bearing a deep wound around its heart.

The corpses were just lying there, scattered all over the ground, blocking the area around the blood pool, making it look like a garbage dump specifically for disposing of corpses.

Grull stared at the scene before him with a grim expression.

At this moment, he was being pressed down in the middle of a group of people, his clothes stripped off, his entire body laid out in an extremely humiliating posture.

A burning sensation rose in his heart, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation emerged, causing his strong sense of self-esteem to twitch uncontrollably.

Aside from this personal insult, what chilled him even more was the pile of corpses before him and the lines etched onto his body.

Beside him, a maidservant was holding a colored brush and drawing on his body, carving one intricate mark after another.

This was clearly not a good omen, and the fate of those who preceded him when he was marking the mark chilled Gruul to the bone.

With each plunge of a sharp knife, fresh hearts were ripped out and sorted into individual plates. The remaining bodies were carelessly tossed into the garbage dump used for disposing of corpses, becoming just another piece of the mess.

"Am I going to die like this?"

This way of dying was so utterly undignified that Gruul felt a chill run down his spine whenever he thought about dying in such a state.

As a seasoned warrior and commander, he was not afraid of dying on the battlefield, nor did he shy away from the prospect of his body being chopped into pieces and dying a gruesome death.

But this way of dying is pushing the limits of his imagination, giving him an urge to commit suicide on the spot.

Unfortunately, even if he wanted to commit suicide on the spot, the people here didn't give him that chance.

Before he entered this place, he had been enchanted, and now he was filled with a sense of powerlessness. He couldn't even move his hands or feet, let alone pick up a sword to commit suicide.

Sensing this, he finally closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer, and could only quietly await his death.

His appearance caught the eye of Angolan, who couldn't help but chuckle. "Brother, you look quite different now compared to how you used to be."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gruul's eyes twitched, but he didn't open them, pretending he hadn't heard.

Seeing his reaction, Angola shrugged, feeling somewhat bored.

In the distance, a gust of wind is blowing.

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