Chapter 1150

Chapter 1126 Blame your bad luck for running into a black wizard for revenge!

The witch Ekaterina appeared behind Locke and Edgar with a fiery magical pressure. Locke quickly explained everything he knew to Ekaterina, since the live broadcast of the match had been interrupted, and only he knew what he had just experienced.

Edgar

sighed. “Probus is dead. This time he’s truly dead. ‘To hear the Way in the morning is to die content in the evening.’ He was a true wizard.” “The

one who killed him was a god-king of the Titan race. That god-king has already escaped.”

Locke said, “Teacher, what Edgar said is largely correct. It was the wizard Probus who completed a true universal truth-level pseudo-forging before his death.”

“Hmm? Teacher, aren’t we leaving here? This place of bitter wood seems to be being led to an alien dimension.”

Ekaterina’s eyes blazed with anger.

“Locke, remember this: we at Golden Crown Mountain have never had a wizard suffer a defeat and then let it go. Previously, due to the internal strife at Lu Xu Bridge, we were overwhelmed and almost dropped out of the top academies of Yunze Wetlands. We’ve been lying low for many years, not to—swallow our pride now—but to seek justice for our own people.”

The witch Catherine raised her peach-shaped bow, formed from a magical plant of the Holy Peach genus. Behind her appeared a jujube tree, a dominant species of the Golden Jujube genus. A jujube branch appeared in her hand, automatically transforming into an arrow.

“Able to sever diamonds, all evil will be warded off.”

A complex three-ring spell model, Peach Bow Thorn Arrow, appeared in her hand.

The next moment, the divine arrow shot forward. The Eagle-Man World God-King turned his head and was startled to see a peach-blossom thorn arrow hurtling towards him, slicing through countless parallel worlds and locking onto his spiritual essence. In the brief moment that the witch Catherine had been delayed by his parallel worlds, she had already obtained his spiritual essence.

A jujube-shaped arrow struck his chest.

“Red Dragon Witch, don’t go too far!” The Eagle-Man World God-King was horrified to discover that the arrow had actually followed his spiritual essence, disappearing into his avatar and reappearing before his true form. There, in the endless void, sat a divine being on the winds of the void. His body was the world itself, his breath transformed into wind, rain, and thunder, his eyes were the eyes of the sun and moon, and every drop of divine blood surging within him was a principle of a plane.

This incredibly powerful being had created 6,666 smaller worlds within himself, forming a complete great world. Within this great world resided the Eagle God Clan, his bloodline’s descendants, possessing his divine blood. When necessary, they could use this divine blood to select an individual, awakening their bloodline power and guiding them onto the path of a [Divine Blood Warrior]!

Yet, this incredibly powerful being, upon opening his eyes, was so terrified he nearly stood up. He dared not, for the Titans were reshaping the world; his body was fused with the original world. If he dared to move, the heavens and earth would instantly collapse, and everything he had created would vanish.

The arrow struck his left arm, and the next moment, his left arm was severed.

The God-King initially thought it was over, but then, another divine arrow, the Peach Blossom Thorn Arrow, shot through his avatar towards his true form.

Within the memory world created by the Bitterwood, the avatar of the Eagle-Man World God-King waved his right hand, unleashing countless feathers from his right wing towards the witch Catherine. Each feather was a small parallel space, and the collision of the feathers generated immense power.

He hoped to use this move to stop Catherine’s continued attack, find an opportunity to quickly leave the Bitterwood, or at least expel these people from it.

But the instant his eagle feathers landed on Catherine, she flipped her sacred wooden bow, causing the eagle feathers to reverse. The next moment, Catherine drew her bow again, and his eagle feathers and the jujube arrow shot towards him simultaneously.

The Eagle-Man World God-King was terrified; this arrow, channeled through his spiritual energy, attacked his true form located in the endless void.

His main body was struck by another arrow, and simultaneously attacked by his own power. Countless descendants of the gods within his world perished, and the Eagle-Man World God-King was severely injured from being hit by three arrows in quick succession.

That must have been the power of the third-ring level jungle wielded by the Red Dragon Throne, which completely reflected my power. Could it be that the Red Dragon Throne intends to destroy me single-handedly? “

I have the scale of a great world, and billions of descendants. What can she do to me?”

The Eagle-Man World God-King stared intently, only to see a fourth arrow hurtling towards his throat. The next moment, countless drops of crystalline divine blood fell. He then turned around and saw seventeen or eighteen jujube arrows hurtling towards him. In an instant, he screamed in agony as his back was riddled with jujube-dangling arrows. These dominant species of Vajra-type jujube tree demonic plants began to grow on his body.

His world suddenly burst into life.

The Eagle-Man World God-King felt the boundless vitality within his divine blood, causing the jujube trees on his back to grow rapidly. Before he could even rejoice, he discovered that his divine blood was becoming uncontrollable. The vitality and energy within his world surged wave after wave, and the jujube trees matured quickly, scattering various types of jujube seeds. Soon, his world was filled with jujube trees, teeming with life.

This excessive vitality instantly transformed into killing intent.

The Eagle-Man World God-King immediately sensed the danger. To his knowledge, the jujube tree’s rooting ability was the strongest among all fruit trees. Now, his entire world was made up of jujube trees, their roots forming the entirety of his world. Jujube trees evolved in arid environments, and now these trees were frantically absorbing his world’s water resources, disrupting the water cycle in a short time and triggering the apocalypse of his world.

This was a mass extinction!

The end of the Dharma era had arrived!

The Eagle-Man World God-King instantly felt the arrival of the Five Signs of Decay, a doomsday aura descending upon him.

He met the gaze of Catherine the Witch’s eyes, and from them, he knew she was furious. She was enraged that he had killed their Golden Crown Mountain wizard, Probus.

Catherine would never let him go.

The Eagle-Man World God-King discovered he couldn’t shut down the Bitter Tree or dispel his avatar. At that moment, a peach arrow pierced his throat, completely penetrating it. Simultaneously, he discovered the entire world was sealed by this arrow; he could no longer manipulate most of the planes’ laws. The entire world had become a magic-free world. Countless of his descendants, because the world had suddenly become magic-free, fell from the sky and died from the impact.

The Eagle-Man World God-King was terrified. He didn’t know what Catherine the Witch had done; she only knew that she had planted a peach tree in his throat, resulting in his entire world becoming a magic-free world. Was he, the mighty builder of the gods, destined to create an ordinary world from now on?

The avatar of the Eagle-Man World God-King said to the witch Catherine, “Wait, witch, let’s talk this out. Wait a moment.”

Catherine pointed her Sacred Peach Bow at the God-King, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

She truly intended to kill him.

If this god-king didn’t die, who would dare to harm the wizards of their Golden Crown Mountain in the future!

The decline of Golden Crown Mountain was one thing, but now that she controlled it, such a thing was impossible.

Moreover, if the Titans were to reclaim the Bitterwood, they feared a very troublesome army would appear on the new battlefield.

At this very moment, surrounding the Titan God-King of this Eagle-Man World, new parallel worlds appeared one after another. These parallel worlds descended as beams of white light, each with a god-like being behind it. These gods-like beings were not all humanoid; some were turtles dragging continents, others were whales carrying vast oceans. The earth lay atop the whales’ spouts. If one day the whales stopped breathing, the earth would crash onto their bodies, and both whales and earth would die simultaneously, leading to the world’s annihilation.

There were a total of 371 such great worlds.

Upon seeing this, the witch Catherine stopped. She stood alone with a smile before these Titan God-Kings, saying, “Gentlemen, I remember that when the Titans mobilized three hundred of their parallel worlds at once, it was considered a personal descent from all the heavens and myriad realms. I didn’t expect that you would need to use so many individuals for just one God-King.” The All-

Heavens World Alliance was the true enemy of the Wizarding World in the endless void.

The witch Catherine showed no fear facing so many third-ring level god-kings. After all, these god-kings were merely individuals from overlapping parallel worlds. She guessed that the god-king of the Eagleman world, believing himself in danger, had invoked the Titan world’s world agreement.

If a fight broke out, wielding the representative species of the Sacred Peach and Diamond Date genera, what did she have to fear?

All the myriad worlds were loyal to these Builder Gods; their civilizations were appendages of the Builder Gods, born for the gods, living for the gods, and dying for the gods.

The Builder Gods created the myriad worlds, enslaving all beings, yet never personally intervened. Instead, they disguised themselves as the true forms of the various worlds, letting the beings within each world fight amongst themselves. In this way, any conflict that arose was none of their concern.

The three hundred-plus god-kings each wore different expressions.

“The Wizarding World is merely a new player in the grand game of the Endless Void. Whether it can become a true player or revert to being just a pawn remains to be seen. Witch, you should be more discreet.” “

In the Endless Void, many worlds have orchestrated schemes for our divine race. Besides, whether this matter is orchestrated by us or simply individuals from your civilization using our resources is still uncertain. Witch, if you have a grudge, seek out your true enemy. Don’t vent your anger on our God-King, or all the realms will consider you an enemy.”

The Witch Catherine directly addressed the gods of all realms, saying, “I don’t care about your actions elsewhere, but if you dare provoke our Golden Crown Mountain in the Wizarding World, no matter how powerful you are, you will likely pay the price.”

The gods rebuked her.

“Madman.”

“Is your Golden Crown Mountain going to war with all the myriad realms? We have countless talented people, and many who obey the will of Heaven.”

“If you want to summon destruction, we can let you.”

The witch Catherine sneered, “You Titans forged the will of Heaven, you forged the will of Heaven. I really want to ask, who can you fool with this? Our wizarding world has a long and rich civilization. You remind me of the Tower of the Black Sun in our wizarding world’s history.”

“Today, you will not escape unscathed without paying the price.”

The witch Catherine looked at the bitter tree. “This is what you have gained after a hundred years of scheming. I think destroying it is faster than destroying a Titan.”

The gods of the heavens were all furious.

“Witch, you’re too arrogant. Stop! Fine, we’ll cede a medium-sized world to your Golden Crown Mountain. This world can detach itself from the myriad realms and enter the near-Earth orbit of your wizarding world, then travel through the near-Earth orbit to your Golden Crown Mountain.”

The witch Catherine spoke up. “A medium-sized world isn’t enough; I want a large world.”

Locke and Edgar, standing behind Catherine, exchanged a glance. Edgar’s eyes told Locke he was utterly impressed by Catherine’s ruthless exploitation. Locke finally understood why his teacher was so wealthy.

No wonder Dragonblood Market owned so many properties.

The gods of the heavens rebuked Catherine, but her gaze grew increasingly hostile. Since the Titans and the wizarding world were mortal enemies, why should she give them face?

To put it bluntly, she might give some dark wizards face, but with these builder gods, there was absolutely no need to give them any.

Soon, the gods made a decision. They feared that the witch Catherine would indeed destroy the Bitterwood, leaving the builder gods with nothing, since this project was something all the realms desired.

Therefore, they compromised.

“Alright, we’ll give a great world to your Golden Crown Mountain, but we also know a bit about the rules of the wizarding world. We’re giving the great world to Golden Crown Mountain, not your lineage.”

The God-Kings of the Heavens weren’t sure if the Witch Catherine could destroy the Bitterwood, because that Bitterwood was already shrouded in the Builder God Clan’s [Heaven’s Will]. Logically speaking, ordinary third-circle magic, or even fourth-circle magic, couldn’t harm the Bitterwood. However, the combat power that the Witch Catherine had just unleashed made it impossible for them to judge whether she could destroy the Bitterwood.

Therefore, they made a concession.

In any case, a great world is nothing to the myriad realms.

Great worlds also have different levels.

They only needed to pay for the lowest level great world.

That kind of great world was just icing on the cake for the current myriad realms. It was the life of a Titan God-King and the Bitterwood that might be destroyed that made them care.

Most importantly, they were all beginning to doubt whether the Witch Catherine was a third-circle witch, because the power she displayed was very abnormal.

Thus, the transaction was completed.

Both parties signed a high-ring magical contract.

The witch Catherine led Locke and Edgar away from the memory world of the Bitterwood.

Meanwhile, in Despair Valley, the local White Wizarding Guild was cleaning up the mess, arresting the remaining low-ring Dark Wizards—the clueless underlings. Locke even saw a first-ring Dark Wizard who thought their Dark Wizarding Alliance had come to steal some treasure. Clearly, the orders that had summoned him seemed to be mixed with false information, causing him to succumb to greed and fail to escape in time.

Many Dark Wizards similar to him were still roaming the area.

Locke was covered in mud, exhausted from encountering powerful enemies and nearly being ambushed by a third-ring God-King. Edgar was in even worse shape, covered in wounds.

Locke said to Catherine, “Teacher, this task was truly difficult. But I completed it.”

Catherine nodded, a relieved smile on her face. “Locke, I want to thank you.”

“I never expected you to take my task so seriously.”

“Thanks to your and my efforts, Mr. Probus’s reputation has been cleared, and I now know everyone responsible for this. We won this time. The Black Wizard Alliance has been defeated, and there’s movement on the Starfield Sea as well.”

Locke asked, “Teacher, those gods just now—”

The witch Catherine nodded and said, “I know what you want to ask. You want to know why I didn’t destroy the Bitterwood, right? I couldn’t destroy it. With the arrival of all the realms, if I showed even the slightest cowardice, they might not be able to kill me, but they would have attacked you and Edgar in an instant. At that time, I needed to balance protecting you and destroying the Bitterwood. I asked them for a Great World because I needed to make them think I had victory in hand. I had a backup plan.”

Locke looked at his teacher in surprise. It turned out that his teacher had also been a little flustered just now.

He really hadn’t noticed. He

wondered if those gods would realize what had happened, and if they did, and then thought about how they had paid a Great World to Mount Golden Crown, he wondered what their reaction would be.

Catherine the Witch was in high spirits. She poked Locke’s brow with her finger and said, “By taking on responsibility, you gain corresponding rights. With wisdom, rights will automatically come. After this, I will surely lead Mount Golden Crown for the next hundred years. Locke, all of this is thanks to your help.” “

Among all my students, at this moment, your contribution is no less than that of my third-circle students and Trajan’s. In addition, there is good news: Trajan’s title has also been approved. Now that he has the title, he can go and try for the third circle.”

Catherine the Witch was in a very good mood.

“Although I was injured this time, everything is going in a good direction. Locke, the local White Wizarding Association is here. Don’t look too happy later. If you look worried, it will look like a Pyrrhic victory.”

Catherine the Witch turned her head and winked at Locke.

“If we appear too happy, others will be unhappy. We’ve already won, won big, so there’s no need to show it on our faces. Only the losers need to show their victory.”

At that moment, a group of three-ring wizards from the White Wizarding Association walked over from a distance, their faces beaming with joy, as if they had received some great news—that the wizards of Rainswamp had won the competition.

The Blood Dragon Throne walked up to the Witch Catherine, looked Locke up and down, and then smiled at her, saying, “Our Three Swamps Lands truly have produced a great many outstanding young talents. Locke Augustine is indeed an excellent wizard.”

The Vice Dean of the Reptile Garden also exclaimed, “The previous matches were full of magic, and some of the ideas were things I hadn’t even thought of. The young people these days are really amazing. Augustine and the Macedonian Witch are both good wizards. They are both outstanding talents from our Three Swamps Lands.”

Dean Gray nodded to Locke and said, “This was indeed a very exciting match. Before the finals, I said that if you made me waste time, I would be angry. However, I can take back that statement, because this match has shown me that the wizarding world has a continuous stream of young talents and geniuses.”

Dean Faust half-jokingly said, “Our Three Swamps Lands have always been mutually beneficial and have many channels of cooperation. I even wanted to bring you from Golden Crown Mountain to our Triceratops Gardens.”

“Interested, Wizard Locke? Although our Triceratops Garden’s research on magical plants is all related to magical creature feed, our Triceratops Garden probably has the most powerful and complete magical creature feed research team in the entire Rainswamp.”

Locke knew this was the headmaster’s test. If he went along with it,

he might be led astray. In the end, refusing would be a rude refusal.

So, Locke said to Headmaster Faust, “Headmaster, I am very interested in the magical plant science of feed at Triceratops Garden, but unfortunately, my teacher has given me many tasks, and I have little personal time, so I have to give up.” Headmaster Faust

was quite unwilling and looked at the witch Catherine, saying, “Your Majesty, the Red Dragon Throne, you should at least give your students some personal time. Even if we calculate based on 72 working hours a day, you should at least leave them ten hours of personal time.”

The witch Catherine seemed a little weak and coughed lightly.

“The research tasks at Golden Crown Mountain are demanding, and the competition is fierce. There’s nothing we can do about it. Otherwise, how could Locke have achieved so much at such a young age?”

Dean Faust glanced at Locke and the witch Catherine, noticing their pale faces, weary expressions, and lack of any joy at victory. He nodded and said, “Regardless, I’m very pleased that our Three Swamps have produced such talent.”

“Witch Locke, if you have time in the future, you are welcome to visit our Triceratops Garden. I will personally come out to greet you then.”

Locke immediately bowed to the vice-principal of the Triceratops Garden. “Thank you for your kindness, Lord Faust.”

Principal Gray, as the head of the Winged Dragon Garden, immediately changed his expression. His eyes flickered, and he quickly said, “Locke, our Winged Dragon Garden also welcomes you. Of course, there was a misunderstanding between you and a Moon Ring Wizard from our Winged Dragon Garden. It’s alright, I’ll have him and you understand this small misunderstanding.” “

Our Winged Dragon Garden also has breeding programs. The Triceratops Garden mainly researches herbivorous dinosaur magical plant feed, while our Winged Dragon Garden researches flying dinosaur feed.” “

It’s worth mentioning that we have extensive research on chili magical plants. Wow, someone as talented as you, if you could join my team, you would definitely be highly valued. I can directly give you access to a top-tier laboratory.”

Locke’s eyes immediately brightened; he knew Principal Gray was trying to curry favor with him.

However, he was genuinely interested in the topic and asked, “Headmaster Gray, I’ve only ever heard of chili peppers as self-pollinating magical plants, mainly spread by birds eating their fruit. I never imagined that chili pepper magical plants could be used as feed for pterosaur magical creatures?”

Headmaster Gray immediately laughed, “Of course. We wizards study the different characteristics of various magical plants and find their commonalities and mechanisms. This is a project personally overseen by our headmaster of the Winged Dragon Garden; he was the first to do it.” “

To prevent ground-based magical creatures from using them, chili pepper magical plants have been specially enhanced with capsaicin, a type of natural magical structural component that birds are insensitive to. My headmaster realized in his youth that pterosaurs are also insensitive to capsaicin. At the same time, chili pepper magical plants are rich in various nutrients, making them a typical high-nutrient, low-calorie food, which can be used to overcome a common disease among pterosaur magical creatures: osteomalacia.” “

In short, the main magical damage from chili pepper magical plants is probably aimed at you mammals.”

Locke was quite speechless upon hearing this, because even Headmaster Gray subconsciously referred to you mammals when he spoke.

The reverence for reptiles in the Rainswamp might be a hidden, widespread phenomenon.

However, after listening to Principal Gray’s explanation, Locke felt even more awe at the vastness and depth of the field of plant breeding. He hadn’t expected that a chili-type magical plant from later generations could be developed for so many uses, feeding ancient pterosaurs and simultaneously curing the bone disease that had led to the decline of their species.

It seemed that the knowledge of magical plants still had a vast scope, and he had much to learn and research.

After some thought, the vice-dean of the Reptile Gardens said to Locke, “Locke, we at the Reptile Gardens also welcome you to visit us in the future. I will personally greet you. You should be quite familiar with the name of our Reptile Gardens. My two daughters, the Witch Barbara and Lady Macedon, are both your friends.” “

In addition, I would like to invite you to visit our local super-project research institute: the Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute. The director seems to greatly admire you, and therefore made an exception to invite you to the institute.”

The surrounding second-circle wizard deans and senior instructors whispered amongst themselves upon hearing this. Even to them, the Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute was something lofty and unattainable, like a god; they had only heard of it but never seen it.

They heard that the institute had extremely high requirements for wizards, and countless wizards wanted to enter. Anyone whose resume even slightly did not meet the requirements would be immediately excluded from the list.

One crucial point is the requirement of being a native wizard. When the research institute previously recruited wizards from other wizarding regions, they discovered that many were simply imposters; their magical abilities didn’t meet the institute’s requirements. Many competition champions and achievements, being from other regions, were questionable in terms of prestige.

Furthermore, there were even divine spies infiltrating the ranks.

Therefore, from a very early stage, the Ancient Bloodline Research Factor Research Institute in the Rain Swamp only recruited native wizards.

Even wizards from the Three Swamps were unacceptable.

Now, they were surprised that the institute’s director would proactively invite Locke.

After a brief moment of surprise, Locke immediately realized that the invitation was likely related to the two ancient creature bloodlines he possessed, or perhaps to his impersonation of an elder from the Death God Selection Council who had obtained a super magical bloodline potion. Of course, he only intended to research the potion and would eventually return it to his teacher, the Sea Queen.

Regardless, it was indeed worth the trip, because his two ancient creature bloodlines hadn’t yet reached the Moon Ring level, and he had no ideas on how to improve their bloodline levels in the short term.

Improving magical bloodlines at this level was already incredibly difficult.

The Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute in the Rain Swamp was arguably the most skilled place in the entire Eastern Region, aside from the Star Sea, in terms of bloodline studies and summoning,

especially in the research of ancient creature bloodlines.

Locke bowed to the headmaster of the Reptile Garden. “Thank you for your and the institute’s kindness,”

the headmaster of the Reptile Garden nodded. “Furthermore, our Wizarding Council in Wizarding Lands has cleared away the baseless slander against you in the Wizarding Council and various newspapers. Grandet’s teacher suggested at the Wizarding Council that a special fund be allocated to maintain the Probus Truth-Revealing Competition, and this proposal was approved.” “

Approximately 500,000 magic stones will be invested in this competition annually.”

“This competition has been recognized by the White Wizarding Association of our Rainswamp region, but ahem—

we consider this competition a friendly exchange within our Three Swamps region, a way to jointly showcase the magical level of our young wizards. I think that after this first competition, many interested people throughout the wizarding world have come to know that the true magical level of our Three Swamps region’s breeding science is unparalleled in the Eastern Region.”

Locke immediately understood his meaning. His competition had caused too much of a stir, so the White Wizarding Association of Rainswamp, in an effort to save face, was offering money to win him over. At the same time, the White Wizarding Association of Rainswamp seemed to believe that this competition was profitable.

However, he didn’t know exactly how much money he had made from this competition, because it was mainly organized by the Eastern Region Competition Committee of the Happiness School, so the money, apart from what was invested in the competition, was all taken by the committee.

But he figured the local White Wizarding Association probably knew a rough figure.

The money ultimately comes from the participants; that’s probably why the local White Wizarding Association wanted to organize this competition seriously.

Good.

Locke smiled and said, “Headmaster, this competition truly showcased the friendship and skill of our Three Swamps. It also enhanced communication among the young wizards of Three Swamps. I plan to have Wizard Grandet write a summary report of this competition for the association, highlighting the improvements in communication among the young wizards of Three Swamps.” “We Three Swamps share the

same fate, we share the same fate, there is no distinction between insiders and outsiders,”

several third-ring wizards from Rain Swamps smiled knowingly. That was perfect; things were settled.

In this event, no one lost; everyone gained something.

The Rain Swamp gained a highly influential large-scale competition, while Locke and Golden Crown Mountain obtained the truth.

Even the Protoss obtained the Bitterwood, and the Abyss obtained a fourth-ringed magical artifact.

And it seems someone in the Starfield Sea also benefited.

After such a complex event, with so many participants, Locke was momentarily bewildered; it seemed no one had lost, everyone had won.

Why?

At this moment, a heavy rain began to fall, a crimson rain, casting a shadow of sorrow over all living beings. In the endless void, countless beings from countless worlds felt a strange melancholy arise within them—a void resonance triggered by Probus’s death.

This time—Probus was truly dead.

In the realm of the Titans, across the myriad worlds, countless beings felt a fleeting, seemingly inexplicable sorrow. Simultaneously, a deity seated in the void closed his eyes and spoke: “This is bad. The one who falsely forged universal truth has died, and all beings in the void grieve in unison. We have tried our best to prevent the beings of our myriad worlds from contacting the true world, but in this instant, this sorrow has created a flaw in our myriad worlds. Immediately guide a being to become an evil one, to commit massacre, so that all beings mistakenly believe the sorrow originates from this evil person.”

“Otherwise, if beings see the true world, it may cause flaws in the plane of [Heavenly Heart] that we have collectively created.” “

The Nightmare Legion—they are indeed too much of an eyesore.”

At this moment, a goddess of [Heavenly Grace] appeared before this deity using her positional ability.

“There’s even worse news. Probus—that wizard might be reincarnated into our myriad realms. If that’s the case—according to his oath, he could be a threat to us. I will become the Will of Heaven and enter the myriad realms to find his location. To do this, I might have to create a few who can bypass the ‘Theater.'” The Will of

Heaven nodded and said, “Alright. It doesn’t matter if a few people can temporarily jump out of the small theater; they can’t bypass the myriad realms. Let them mistakenly believe they’ve crossed the sea of suffering and can manipulate others.”

“The Nightmare Legion is so troublesome. It seems it’s time to consider whether they should be destroyed or become pawns like us.”

“Back then, we could act as destiny, orchestrating their destruction; we can do it again now.”

Before the Valley of Despair in the Rainswamp, blood rained down like a torrential downpour. Locke, heartbroken, plucked a white flower from the roadside and let it drift in the wind. “Mr. Probus, thank you for your help.”

At this moment, Jinx and Ava were being escorted by the Holy Wizard Court of the White Wizarding Association of the Rainswamp. Holy weapons were pointed at them, ready to strike at the slightest provocation.

The White Wizarding Association’s demon-hunting forces targeted dark wizards, while the Holy Wizard Court’s forces were for internal use.

The two were being escorted, potentially facing conviction, but still needing to be tried by the Holy Wizard Court.

Ava closed her eyes resignedly. For the past sixty years, she had worried about the illegal things she had done in the past, feeling that one day they would be exposed. Today was the day all her past wrongdoings would be revealed. She had long foreseen this day, so she accepted her fate, simply bowing her head and remaining silent.

Four holy priests held the sword of the archangel pointed at her.

Jinx, the witch, was being escorted away by ten holy priests with the sword of the archangel pointed at her throat. As she passed Locke, she suddenly burst into laughter, “Hahaha—dead! That lowly bastard Probus is finally dead!”

“What universal truth? He’s dead, isn’t he? Hahahaha—in this world, power and background are the most important things. You people always talk about pursuing truth, pursuing truth, but what exactly is truth? Do you even know? Now he’s dead, and there won’t even be a cenotaph.”

Edgar glared angrily at Jinx. “What are you talking about?” Lady

Six-Eyed Raven approached. “Edgar.”

Edgar turned to his teacher, Lady Candice, who shook her head at him, indicating he shouldn’t concern himself with matters unrelated to her.

Jinx, her eyes bloodshot, sneered at Locke, “The most important thing for a person is to live. Not just to live, but to live well, to have many rights, to enjoy all sorts of things

, and to earn a lot of money. That’s the purpose of life.” “

Locke Augustine, look, Probus is dead. He died with nothing on him. You schemed and plotted to bring us down, and you did get a lot of money, but in the end, wasn’t it all for the money? If that’s what you wanted, you should have said so earlier, and we would have given you even more. And don’t think you can bring us down. You saw it yourself; we are victims too. We fell into the Titans’ trap.”

“The Banlardga gods are so powerful, it’s perfectly normal that we fell for their scheme. Even your teacher didn’t dare to attack me in front of everyone. Actually, we—we’re all the same, aren’t we?

It’s just a matter of the winner taking all the blame.”

The witch Jinx clamored, “We have a lot of influence in the Holy Wizard Court. My teacher’s ancestor was a Holy Angel Wizard, with disciples and former officials all over the place, and many wizarding academies trace their lineage back to him. He is one of the teachers of all Holy Wizards.”

“The Holy Wizard Court may not be able to judge you and me. It’s just a matter of presenting evidence, and we still have a long way to go. Hahahaha—maybe I’ll be out in a year, or maybe three years. Hahahaha—”

“Face it, this is reality. You don’t really think you can bring us down like this, do you?”

The Holy Wizards escorting her were expressionless.

Locke stood with his hands behind his back, head down, and remained silent.

Jinx continued to be escorted forward, but at that moment, Locke looked at her and said, “Lady Jinx.”

Jinx turned to look at Locke during the escort, and in the next instant, Locke wielded the Great Demon Sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow Forest, with the Tree of Prosperity behind him. The Great Demon Sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow was replicated into three—a mirror copy. Then, a subtraction copy occurred, and the three Great Demon Swords Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow merged into one, while the Four Holy Blessings appeared upon the Great Demon Sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow.

Two Forests overlapped.

Locke swung forward, and the eternal defensive field protecting Jinx—the Holy Angel’s Guardian—shattered inch by inch under this terrifying sword strike. The magical power transmitted from the Holy Wizard’s Divine Kingdom began to interrupt, and the Holy Angel protecting her was shattered by the Great Demon Sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow. The Holy Wizards guarding her quickly exchanged glances, pretending to be sent flying by the sword wind, and retreated rapidly.

A look of astonishment flashed across Jinx’s face. Before she could react, a figure suddenly appeared. Hazan emerged from invisibility, covered in blood. He simultaneously activated the Pan God Transformation Blood Curse, the Abyssal Wolf Transformation Blood Curse, and the High Treant Transformation Blood Curse. He then projected these blood curses onto his Permanent Defensive Field—the Primal Vampire Reincarnation Blood Curse—and a massive amount of magic onto the Permanent Defensive Field, forming the body of a Demon God Blood Ancestor.

With a single swipe of his claw, Hazan decapitated Jinx from her neck.

The Holy School possesses magic that can forcibly resurrect using the power of the divine realm, and the Holy Mages of the Moon Ring are fully capable of resurrection.

Therefore, Hazanne added a blood curse to the claw, instantly turning the head into blood.

There was no possibility of resurrection.

The Holy Axe that Jinx had just conjured as a Holy Mage weapon was a Holy Magic developed by the Holy Angel Wizards during the Moon Ring phase: the Axe of Order, specifically designed to counter disordered individuals; the more disordered an individual, the greater the damage.

In the past, the Holy Angel Wizards used this spell to deal the most damage during the Moon Ring phase, but now, it was utterly ineffective against the combined forces of Hazanne and Locke.

Locke looked at Jinx’s corpse and the shocked silence of the crowd, saying, “Jinx, you’re really unlucky. You encountered a dark wizard before even reaching the Holy Mage Court. I don’t think you’ll even make it to the trial. Your luck is terrible; you’ve already been killed by the dark wizard.

“

Locke and Hazanne exchanged a glance at that moment, both slightly curving their lips.

At this moment, the two parted ways completely.

Haishan used the body of the Blood Ancestor Demon God to escape.

The Throne of Rain glanced at Locke, a smile in his eyes. He liked this boy. He looked at Haishan, who was fleeing, and suddenly spoke. Because of his order, the demon-hunting team, which had been halfway through the pursuit, suddenly stopped and awaited his instructions.

“Haishan killed someone in public, cooperated with the Abyss, and allied with the Twin Demon Realms. I believe he will become a dark wizard in the future, and everyone who sees him can kill him. Contact the Mithril Law Firm and demand an explanation and compensation. At the same time, contact the family of the witch Jinx and inform them of the tragic incident of being attacked and killed by a dark wizard.”

“Being killed by a dark wizard, there’s nothing that can be done. She can only blame her bad luck.”

“She has no one to blame but herself.”

The Throne of Rain looked at Locke, “As for Locke—”

The witch Ekaterina met the Throne of Rain’s gaze. She also had the Holy Wizard Court faction of Mount Golden Crown at her disposal. When it came to evidence, she had never been afraid of anyone.