Wizard Immortal

Chapter 645 Arrival at the Royal Palace

In the distance, a howling wind blew slowly in.

At some unknown time, a terrifying aura slowly rose from outside, enveloping an area of ​​dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.

"So they've finally arrived?"

Angolan muttered to himself, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He had anticipated the various situations that might occur today when he was preparing for this ceremony, and made corresponding preparations.

Of all these possibilities, the worst-case scenario would undoubtedly be the resurrection of Karush, the founding king of the Kingdom of Tamru, from his slumber, or the arrival of representatives from various churches to besiege the kingdom.

Regardless of the situation, they are absolutely confident in their ability to cope, and at worst, they can have the Bloody Jazz step in to ensure their own safety.

After all, this blood ritual was mainly for the Bloodthirsty Lord himself, not for them. If the two sides had not already reached a cooperation agreement, he would not have stayed here to watch the Bloodthirsty Lord perform the blood sacrifice.

Ultimately, he was still a prince of the Kingdom of Tamru. Even if he didn't identify with the country, it wouldn't be pleasant to watch his nominal brothers being sacrificed by outsiders.

"Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about it."

He sighed inwardly, then looked up at the outside world, quietly waiting for the arrival of the outsiders.

At this moment, the sky outside had darkened, with dust rising and falling in waves, and elemental particles constantly vibrating and spreading outwards, influencing the entire sky from the microscopic world.

The scale and momentum were quite grand.

A unique aura emanated from it, and the power contained within it startled Angola.

"How can this power be so similar to the divine power of the Blood Moon God?"

He frowned, sensing the power emanating from the outside world, and his mind began to wander: "Could it be a descendant of the Blood Moon God, or perhaps one of the Blood Moon God's chosen ones?"

He was also aware of what the Bloody Jazz were doing at that moment.

Imprisoning the vessel of the Blood Moon God's divine essence is not only blasphemous but also an attempt to seize the god's divine body and power. If the Blood Moon God still has followers or descendants in the world, they will surely come to cause him trouble at all costs.

Therefore, Angola is not at all surprised that believers or descendants of the Blood Moon God have come looking for them.

The only thing that puzzled him was that the Blood Moon God had fallen many years ago, and all his legacy in the world had been wiped out by other churches. Why would someone still appear to inherit the power of the Blood Moon God?

With this question in mind, he stared intently outside, trying to see clearly who this person was.

Under his gaze, an unexpected figure appeared before him.

At the edge of their field of vision, a handsome young knight dressed in a white robe, holding a knight's longsword, appeared quietly from afar and slowly walked into Angola's sight.

Beside the knight, a voluptuous but ugly woman in a purple robe walked quietly behind him, like his most loyal follower.

"It's you."

Looking at the man, Angolan showed surprise: "Knight Yaso."

"Your Highness, Angola."

Looking at Angola appearing ahead, Adir nodded, placed his right hand in front of his chest, and performed a standard noble greeting: "Your Highness Angola, it's been a long time."

"Yes, it has been a long time since we last met."

Angolan nodded, then asked, "What brings you here this time?"

"I have no intention of being your enemy, Your Highness, nor do I intend to get involved in the affairs of this kingdom."

Adir tilted his head slightly and said, "I've come for only one thing."

"Prince Gruul has been very kind to me, and before I leave, I want to do a few things for him to repay him for taking care of me over the past few months."

"Just to find Brother Gruul?"

Angolan's expression was playful: "So what about the Blood Moon God's ritual? Are we just going to ignore it?"

"If possible, it wouldn't be bad to keep an eye on things while we're at it."

Adir smiled and said, "After all, the God of the Blood Moon has helped me a lot, so if possible, I would naturally like to repay him in some way."

"Then go." Angola pointed in a direction to the side, his expression somewhat amused. "The Bloodthirsty Sir is right there. If you can defeat him, you'll achieve everything you want."

"But let me remind you."

He glanced at Adir and Mar behind him, and continued, "As an individual, I greatly admire your act of knowing how to repay kindness, loyalty, and bravery. In addition, I don't like those people, so I personally will not stop you."

"But others might be a different story. There's a regional bishop of the Night's Watch here, along with three Night's Watchmen in black robes. They won't be kind to you."

"Thank you for the reminder." Adir nodded, said nothing more, his expression calm, and silently walked forward.

Beside him, Mar quietly followed, a faint smile on her face, and a calm and composed demeanor, as if as long as she followed Adir, she had nothing to fear, no matter if there was an endless abyss or a sea of ​​fire ahead.

Quietly observing their emotions, Angolan suddenly felt a pang of envy for some reason.

It's not that I envy anything else, it's purely that I envy Gruul, who has such loyal and powerful knights under his command.

"Your Highness, shouldn't we stop them?" A servant in leather armor couldn't help but ask as he watched Adir and the other man walk forward quietly.

"Stop it? Stop it with your head?"

Angolan scoffed, "Let's not even talk about whether we can beat him or not. Even if we could, what good would it do us to stop him?"

"Neither the Night's Watch Church nor that Bloody Sir are any good people. I'm happy that someone is causing them trouble."

He sneered, seemingly having no good feelings towards either of them, and even somewhat hoping that Adir would succeed.

As one of the vessels required for the coming of the Night's Watch King, he knew very well that as long as he stayed in the Church of the Night's Watch, he would not have a good end sooner or later, and would inevitably become a sacrifice for the coming of the Night's Watch King.

If Adir succeeds, he will be happy to break free from the control of the Church of the Night Watch. Why would he stop him?

"Unfortunately, he was destined not to succeed."

Standing there, he shook his head and sighed deeply.

Walk straight through the gate, and you'll find yourself in a long corridor.

Seemingly aware of Adir's arrival, there weren't many warriors left guarding the corridor. The few guards who were there seemed to have received orders, and upon seeing Adir, they not only refrained from drawing their swords at him but also respectfully invited him inside.

Soon, he arrived at a spacious square.

A strong smell of blood wafted over, and in the square, a large pool of blood caught Adir's eye.

The naked corpses were scattered everywhere, including men and women, young and old. However, most of them had a ferocious look on their faces. They lay eternally by the blood pool, their eyes filled with resentment, longing, and a deep attachment to life.

To Adir's relief, Gruul's aura was still present, and he was even in good condition, though he looked somewhat shivering.

He was completely naked, stripped of all his clothes, his skin was bright red, and under his skin, you could faintly see very obvious blood vessels.

Judging from his appearance, if Adir had arrived any later, he probably wouldn't have escaped the fate of being sacrificed on the spot.

However, now that Adir has arrived, his fate has naturally changed.

Upon seeing Adir arrive, a look of joy flashed across Gruul's face, his eyes darting wildly as if he were hinting at something to Adir.

"You've come." A very clichéd line, one that can be seen in countless movies and novels, rang out from the spot.

Ahead, an old man in a black robe with the Night Watch markings on his face turned around and looked at Adir, who was walking out of the corridor. He looked at Adir with deep surprise: "I thought that Karush would suddenly come out, and I also thought that the priests of various churches would come to besiege us, but I never expected that you would dare to come alone."

"well enough."

Adir said calmly, "I'm naturally quite bold, otherwise I wouldn't have become a knight instead of a mage."

"What you said makes some sense."

To Adir's surprise, the old Night's Watchman opposite him nodded in agreement, saying, "Both are great nations, but the people of the Knights' Kingdom of Tamru are clearly much more honest and reliable, unlike those mages from the Southern Mage Kingdom."

He gritted his teeth, looking like he'd suffered a great loss at the hands of the mages: "Those mages, they do nothing but try to find ways to make you spend money. Go there and buy a miniature magic array; the maintenance costs alone are several times more expensive than the array itself!"

Seeing his expression, Adir's lips twitched, and he suddenly felt speechless: "You guys don't do anything good, isn't that what you Night's Watch would say?"

"When it comes to ripping people off, you're not much better than those sorcerers."

"That's different."

The old Night's Watchman shook his head, somewhat disagreeing with Adir's words: "Our Night's Watch's principle is to only be bad people. Is it wrong for bad people to do bad things?"

Adir remained silent for a while, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that what the other person said seemed to make some sense.

"Two months ago, at that altar outside Tam City, along with several of our priests, were you the one who destroyed it?"

Across from him, the old man suddenly changed his tone and spoke again.

Adir lowered his head and thought for a moment, then finally nodded: "It is indeed me."

That happened more than two months ago. At that time, a merchant guild asked him to rescue their leader's daughter, and Adir went there on his way. However, he discovered the Night's Watch's bloody priests, so he took care of those priests as well.

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