Chapter 340 Public Execution!

"Is there really such a place?"

Wayne couldn't help but ask.

"This is what we want to know too," Eve shook her head and said, "In fact, it's not just us at the Church of Storms who want to know. The Red Moon Church, Despair, Abyss and Desire Sect in the Western Continent have all sent people there to investigate."

"Among them, the Red Moon Church even sent Archbishop Loredana Griffith to lead the two Saint Knights of 'Silver Moon' and 'Dream Dream' to go together..."

Wei En suddenly realized that he and Armitage had both thought wrong.

The purpose of the Red Moon Church, the Despair Sect and the Abyss Sect to go to sea was not to participate in the war between the Twilight Sect and the two pirates, but to go to the unknown island to investigate.

This is really an unlucky misunderstanding...

"What about the Glory Society? I heard that they also sent people to sea."

"Glory Club?"

The corner of Eve's mouth twitched slightly, and she said in a slightly disdainful tone: "Those old diehards whose brains have been eroded by the glory of the nobility should want to participate in the war between the Araniga and the Black Pearl."

"This is what they always do, betting on the winner in order to seek greater benefits. Well, in their words, it's called 'investment'."

"What if they bet wrong?"

"This is where they are smart and stupid," Eve said with a slightly helpless tone: "Usually they will bet on both sides. While 'investing', they are also reshuffling the cards."

"Victory is determined not only by strength, but also by background, vision, connections, etc."

"Therefore, every time there is a battle for the 'Emperor' in the Pirate Code, a large part of the power of the extraordinary nobles will plummet."

Wei En laughed dumbly. This approach was really in line with the style of the nobles.

"I don't know much about the Glory Society. I've only come into contact with them once so far. I didn't expect them to be like this."

Eve also smiled, "The Glory Society has a long history, and it can be traced back to the Turing Empire in the middle of the Third Era. However, at that time, the nobles were in their glory, and they were not called the 'Glory Society', but the 'Glory Society' "

"The purpose is to better inherit the bloodline of the nobles and strengthen the connection between the nobles. It is more of an alliance. It is not just profit-seeking and glory-seeking like now."

"But speaking of the Glory Society, we have to mention a few powerful families. Their strength can even rival the heretical sects."

"oh?"

However, the family that he considered to be the most powerful appeared in Wayne's mind - the Silvera family where Teresa belonged.

"For example, the Silvera family in the northern continent, the Vinamoinen family and the Yordanov family in the eastern continent, the Palacios family in the southern continent, etc."

Eve's tone was more serious and she said sternly: "These families are the nobles with the highest status and the strongest strength in the Glory Society."

"Wait a minute, are you saying that the Silvera family is also a member of the Glory Society?" Wei En asked with a raised eyebrow.

"certainly,"

Seeing his interest, Eve said a few more words: "But the situation of the Glory Society is very complicated, and the continents are seriously separated. Just like the Silvera family you mentioned, they almost only operate in the northern continent. "

"In fact, except for business at sea, the core members of these families never appear on other continents to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."

"That's it..."

Wayne's expression was a little confused. He suddenly thought of the letter he saw a long time ago - the letter Menor wrote to Alais. He remembered that "those people" were mentioned in it.

He originally thought "those people" referred to the Glory Society, but now after listening to Eve's introduction, he suddenly realized that it should specifically refer to some conspirators in the "Glory Society", right?

"If Wizard Wei En is interested in the Glory Society, I can take the initiative and provide you with relevant information." Eve saw his expression and suggested.

Wayne shook his head and refused, "No, I just remembered something."

He is not interested in the Glory Society, nor does he have a good impression of it.

As long as those people didn't come to trouble him, he didn't bother to pay attention to those high-ranking noble families.

But looking at it now, he will inevitably have to come into contact with certain members of the Glory Society in the future, such as the Silvera family, which he cannot get around.

After all, that family had helped him...

Thinking of this, Wayne looked at the burning progress of the candles in the lantern, and then took the initiative to end the conversation and said: "Saint Eve, it's not early, I'll be here tonight, and we'll talk next time."

"Okay, Wizard Wynn."

"Besides, as I promised you before, just ask Mitra tomorrow and she will cooperate with you."

"Mitra?" Eve was stunned for a moment, "Is it Mitra from the Desire Sect?"

"I forgot to mention that Flanda and others from the Black Pearl were killed by me a few days ago." Wei En said with a chuckle.

Eve looked at him blankly, thinking that this was what the real "disaster wizard" looked like.

"I understand, thank you again Wizard Wynn."

Wei En smiled, waved his hand to cast the teleportation spell, and walked back to the castle.

He didn't gain much tonight, but at least he figured out the purpose of the "Freedom" Saint of the Church of the Storms in coming to him.

However, whether it is storm or dawn, as well as wizard schools such as ghost, blood spirit, and spiritual mystery, they can only be regarded as additional help for him now.

The most important thing is - he needs to improve his strength to be strong enough!

After Wei En left, Eve looked at the castle with a calm expression. After a long time, a smile appeared on her lips.

"Disaster Wizard" Wayne Loft is surprisingly easy to get along with...

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Northern Continent, Ice Castle Research Center.

Under the red moon, this beautiful castle stands on the top of the snow-capped mountains, sparkling like a fairy tale reflected in the real world.

The cold wind howled past, mixed with some inhuman neighing, like sobbing or desperate wailing.

Vaguely, one could vaguely see countless corpses looming under the ice and snow in the ditch outside the castle.

Withered bones, stumps, and heads were mixed together, and more of them looked like zombie-like corpses. Their pale and bloodless faces were pressed against the ice, staring blankly at the night sky.

Over the ditch is a hundred-meter-long suspension bridge. The bridge deck is four people wide and crowded with hundreds of transparent ghosts. Their glowing red eyes stare at the black-robed wizards coming and going, as if they are identifying each other. their identity.

Sometimes they would also bow to certain wizards and say a few common words such as welcome and farewell.

Tonight, however, there were so many such words that some of the weak-hearted ones among them were on the verge of tears.

"Welcome the legendary wizard Lionel to the Frozen Castle."

"Welcome Laurie Lo Legend..."

"Welcome Legend Asario..."

"Idiot, you called the wrong name, that's Legend Adelio!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I was wrong again..."

One after another, wizards dressed in exquisite black robes were seen arriving here through the teleportation circle outside the castle. Their expressions were either serious or calm, with different expressions.

But the only thing they have in common is that most of these black-robed wizards are older, and the youngest one also looks middle-aged with a face full of vicissitudes of life.

Among them, many wizards have more than a dozen origin sub-bodies behind their heads, flying up and down and smiling as they shuttle around them.

And after they arrived here, they didn't hesitate. They walked across the suspension bridge and entered the castle with a straight and steady pace, as if something important was waiting for them.

Not long after, no new wizards arrived outside. The miserable faces of the resentful spirits couldn't help but reveal sinister smiles. They raised the drawbridge and closed the castle gate with sobs.

"Welcome to the frozen castle, woo woo woo..."

…

At this time, the castle was no more lively than usual.

Even though many wizards came, it was still quiet here.

Except for some strange sounds coming from some research institutes where subject experiments are ongoing, the rest of the places, corridors, halls, atriums, and stairs are silent.

Those wizards walked among them like ghosts without flesh and blood, making no sound.

Apart from eye contact, there were no words between them.

Click.

Two hours passed before the bell on the top of the castle rang, and the huge and thick black stone door outside the tower was slowly opened by the steam machinery and the sound of gears turning.

The wizards filed in and sat in their seats without saying a word, looking directly at the man above them - Waclav Samuel Kapo, who wore sunglasses and had short gray hair.

After seeing all the wizards come in, Boras, who was at the bottom, tapped his cane and the door closed.

"chief?"

"Let's begin." Wakraf said coldly.

Boras nodded, and a little gray mist rose up from his body to form an illusory face. He tried hard to create a serious expression, tapped the table with his cane, and said:

"All the legendary wizards of the Ghost School meet again."

"Today, at the request of the Chief Wizard of Waclav Samuel Capo, there are several things that need to be disclosed to you."

"The first thing - the results of the disposal of the 'devourers' are announced as follows: the 'devourers' led by Annep and Kambra have secretly executed sixty-five people, including twelve legendary ones. , thirty-three great wizards, and fifteen official wizards.”

"The remaining five wizards will all be punished by being 'sealed'. And Annep..."

Boras paused, looked at Waklav and said: "The chief wizard will personally and publicly execute him!"

Buzz!

As soon as these words came out, all the legendary wizards present moved unconsciously, and the expressions on their faces became more solemn and serious.

They all knew what it meant to be executed by the chief wizard personally, so they did not dare to make any slightest move.

"Now……"

Before Boras could finish speaking, Wakraf raised his hand and said, "Okay, leave the rest to me."

Before he finished speaking, a crystal-white jade-like skeleton appeared next to him. There was nothing covering his body, and he looked very sexy.

Even if the skeleton stood upright, it was only as high as Waclav's knees. After seeing the surrounding scene clearly, two red lights blinked in its eye sockets, and its two rows of teeth kept opening and closing, as if it wanted to say something. .

No matter how hard it jumped or gestured, no sound came out.

At this time, many legends present recognized his identity, and many people exclaimed:

"The Legend of Annep?!"

"Is it Annep?"

"he……"

Wakraf ignored the astonishment of the other legends and stared at the skeleton with his eyes slightly moved. The sudden burst of breath instantly pinned him to the ground unable to move.

"I guess there is no need for me to introduce his identity, Annep Soleimani, the legendary senior wizard of the secret system, the deputy director of the Ice Castle Research Center..."

"Unfortunately, he is also one of the core members of the 'Devourer'. He is a moth hidden in the Ghost School. He has devoured a total of twenty-three arcane wizards, including two legends and twelve great wizards..."

Waklaf's voice was very low, with a bit of coldness and sternness. His sunglasses reflected the figures of the legendary wizards one by one, silently shocking everyone.

"Once, like the previous chief wizards, I didn't pay much attention to the 'devourers'. I let them hide inside the school, and maybe one or two demigod wizards would come out."

"But I didn't expect that these scumbags would dare to unite with others and try to subvert the inheritance of the Ghost School."

"This is not a dispute of ideas within the school, but a betrayal! It is a betrayal of the ghosts, and even more a betrayal of this world!"

Speaking of this, Vaklaf paused, raised a finger and hooked it, and a strange magic circle vaguely emerged to cover Anep.

"Get up and tell me, what kind of conditions made you, a wizard of noble status and powerful strength, dare to betray the school?"

Annep did not dare to stop and quickly got up, looked at the legends present, then looked at his old friend Boras, and finally looked up at the top position, and said stiffly:

"Crack, crack... Chief Vaklav, please, please kill me directly..."

"Of course I will not let you go, but you should answer my questions!"

"I, nothing..."

"Speak!" Vaklav lost his patience, opened his lips slightly, and spit out a loud shout.

The voice seemed to carry some strange magic, falling on Anep, making his body tremble twice, and then changed the subject.

"Yes, yes...he, they said that as long as he occupied the ghost, the wizards of the entire school could be devoured by me to help me become a demigod..."

"They also said that some nobles in the northern continent would also help us..."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the legends present changed, anger, disappointment, hatred, and some of them were so irritable that they wanted to kill Anep right now.

"Traitor!"

"Annep, you are such a rubbish!"

"..."

Annep seemed to realize the result, and knelt on the ground, kowtowed continuously, and said with a crackling sound:

"Chief, I beg you to kill me. Please kill me for my contribution in helping the school complete thirty-three projects and bringing out one hundred and forty-three formal wizards!!"

The eyes and words of the legendary wizards around him made him feel ashamed.

Even if the "Devourer" had no bottom line in the school, he still couldn't accept such a gap.

"Hmph, letting you out is to give you a chance - to make the last contribution!"

As he said, Vaklav opened one hand and shook it towards Anep.

The short skeleton seemed to be squeezed by an invisible hand, curled up and crushed into a ball, and then the bones broke and shattered one by one, and finally turned into bone slag.

The next second, a roar that seemed to come from the depths of the soul resounded and echoed--

"On the road to the pursuit of knowledge, death is not the end! I, Anep Soleimani, will go first!!"

All the legends paused, and all became serious, singing in a low voice: "On the road to the pursuit of knowledge, death is not the end, send off the wizard Anep..."

And Boras on the side turned his head away, and gray mist rose on his white jade face, and a drop of mist dissipated, crackling:

"This bastard, he will not rest in peace even after death..."