Chapter 355: ‘Profane’ Knights!

Frozen Castle, top.

Vaklav and Boras stood side by side, one tall and one short, one in a formal dress and the other in a black robe, watching the ghost wizards go away in silence for a long time.

Until those black robes disappeared from their sight, they turned around tacitly, walked to the tall chairs made of bone jade, and sat down.

"I hope they can all survive."

There was no expression on Boras's skull, and there was no tone in his stiff words.

However, Vaklav understood what he wanted to express, and said calmly: "It's been too long since the last expedition, it's time to add a new legend."

"Boras, you know. No matter which world we wizards can rely on, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Including man-made tests?"

If he didn't have pupils, Boras really wanted to show him a rolling eye.

"Heh!" Vaklav pushed up his sunglasses and said mockingly, "So, this is why you didn't completely eliminate all the 'devourers'?"

"Bolas, this is the first time I've discovered that you also have a kind side."

"Don't wrongly accuse me," Boras was not at all flustered, and he simulated a cold snort and said, "Those 'devourers' who are still alive only devoured one, and they won in a one-on-one situation."

"Give such 'devourers' a chance, let them go to the world of the dead to be gravekeepers, isn't it good?"

"You are the deputy chairman, you are right." Vaklav did not comment.

"I am indeed better than you, the chief wizard who never asks about the affairs of the school."

Bolas jumped onto the table excited by his tone, took out his cane and cast two tickling spells, and said:

"You still know that I am the vice-chairman of the ghost? Tell me honestly, how dangerous is this expedition to the Cordo Sea?"

Vaklav stretched out his fingers to easily eliminate those spells, and asked with a smile: "What if I don't?"

"No?"

Bolas was speechless for a while.

He was also helpless. He couldn't beat them, and he knew little information. Moreover, he had not participated in the plan with the three chief wizards of the Blood Spirit and the Spirit Mystic School before...

"Chief Vaklav, I hope you can consider the ghosts and kill less."

"Killing..."

Vaklav restrained his smile, and the sun shone on his face through the crystal dome of the frozen castle. The eyes hidden under the sunglasses were always closed.

"Bolas, I have a feeling that 'killing', 'despair', 'disaster' and 'chaos' will become the melody of this world."

"Hmm?"

Without waiting for Boras to ask in doubt, Vaklav pointed his finger upwards and continued:

"Even if the wizards of the school do not die in the Cordo Sea, they will die in the hands of those 'weirdos'. It is better to let some of them improve their strength as much as possible, and perhaps they can play a greater role."

"What do you know?" Boras stared at him and asked.

"You know everything you should know. Remember what I told you before, this time Ragnar and the Mystic School got into trouble because some kind of mystery affected him?"

"Remember."

"That's the proof."

Vaklav showed a murderous sneer on his face: "Even the Mystic School that has been passed down for three eras is almost destroyed. If we don't make some preparations, we will be cleared away like garbage!"

Bolas hesitated and asked: "Is it 'chaos'?"

The only person he could think of who had such strength was the Chaos Sect that had existed since the end of the Second Era.

Those people have a deep connection with the monsters outside the "World Clothes".

"Maybe, but the biggest possibility is that they are more powerful than them."

"These are just my guesses, but from all indications, this guess is infinitely close to the truth."

"No wonder you are so radical this time..."

"Radical? I don't think so." Vaklav shook his head and said.

Boras said with a clatter: "Nearly half of the wizards in various research centers have left, and even the wizards from the "Forbidden Research Institute" have come out together. Isn't it radical?"

"Even when we went on expeditions to the Mystic School and the Mechanical School before, the number of wizards did not reach this level."

"Hehe, if it weren't for the need for people to stay in the North Continent, I would even hope that all the wizards of the entire school would go to the Cordo Sea."

Boras looked at him deeply, "I hope you are right..."

"Of course, since I took over the position of Chief Wizard, I have never missed it!"

Vaklav has such confidence, not only because of his own strength, but also because of his trust in the current ghost wizards.

Cleaning up the "Devourer" and losing one-fifth of the combat power, so what?

Forcing the remaining wizards to have the opportunity to train may result in many sacrifices, so what?

As long as this primordial world can exist forever, their ghosts, their wizard heritage will not be broken.

Compared with this goal, everything in the process is inevitable.

—— No one can escape, even him, the chief wizard of the Ghost School, a demigod wizard comparable to the ancient gods, cannot be spared!

…

…

At the same time, the same scene also happened on the East and West continents.

The blood spirit wizards of the Western Continent, led by Firi Azevedo, director of the School Wizard Management Office, headed eastward to the Cordo Sea.

Compared with the simplicity of the Ghost School, the wealthy Blood Spirit School directly went to its neighbor Mechanical School to order mechanical speeding cars in bulk, reaching a terrifying speed of 800 kilometers per hour.

At the same time, Velosa also issued an announcement in the name of the Blood Spirit School - keeping everyone along the way away.

Including but not limited to Mechanical School, Red Moon Church, Abyss Sect, Desire Sect...

"Damn madman, I curse these wizards who go to the Kordo Sea, they will never come back!"

Patrice Adkins, the chief wizard of the Mechanical School, also wanted to join after learning about the joint expedition of the three wizarding schools of Ghost, Blood Spirit and Mystery.

But after he asked around, the three bastards actually rejected his proposal.

Among them, the response from the Ghost School is the most extreme - don't associate with the metal lump that has transformed your brain!

"Damn it, at least our origin, soul, and spirit are still there. What kind of garbage are you ghost undead creatures?"

Patrice was so angry that he turned around and formed an alliance with the Shadow School, advancing and retreating together.

He wanted to see what the goals of the three major wizarding schools were in their expedition to the Cordo Sea!

It shouldn't be possible to have something to do with the Red Moon Island of the Red Moon Church, right?

…

The situation in the Eastern Continent is exactly the same, but unlike the high-profile ghosts and blood spirits, the Spiritual Mystery School is much more low-key.

Except for the initial announcement of the expedition to the Cordo Sea, no wizard in the entire occult school from top to bottom disclosed anything to the outside world.

Not only that, when the mysterious wizards left the tower, Ragnar even sealed off the entire tower area, allowing no entry or exit.

He looked like he was frightened by the previous "Reality Clock".

"Rosa, I'll leave them to you."

"Chief Ragnar, are you sure you want me to lead the team there?"

As the deputy wizard of the Occult School of Spirits, Rosa didn't want to agree in her heart after learning that the Ghost and Blood Spirit schools were only led by a top legendary wizard.

But she couldn't resist Ragna's repeated requests, and since she was the only one with the authority to control the tower, she had no choice but to agree.

"I let you lead the team because I hope you can provide them with better protection in the early stages," Ragna said with a serious look: "This expedition is of great importance. It is not as simple as you know."

"So what exactly?"

"I can't tell you yet. Velosa, Vaclav and I need time to confirm again."

Rosa glared at him and hummed: "Mysterious, this is the most annoying thing about you wizards of the destiny divination system!"

"..."

Ragna opened his mouth and wanted to say not to rise to the magic system, but if he thought about it carefully, those of them who were favored by fate were indeed unable to explain many things clearly.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Rosa was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so she flashed to another slightly shorter tower and activated the rune circle.

"All wizards, do not leave the room, enter meditation and stay ready to fight at any time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang and the tower rose from the ground.

The top of the tower shines with a faint blue light. The initial speed is not very fast, but after rising to a certain height, the surrounding space ripples like ripples.

Then, the entire tower was slowly squeezed into the gap in space and disappeared.

Looking at the tower area that had returned to calm, Ragnar sighed.

"I hope you are all safe..."

…

In the Dawn Sanctuary, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Mysterious School, there is the golden palace located at the highest point.

Pope Saint Jobin XV, holding a scepter made of gold, sits on the golden throne. Under his long golden hair is a handsome and angular face like a sculpture, with bright and dazzling pupils with a slight smile. , staring at the nothingness outside.

The golden robe he wore had a large sun pattern printed on the chest, but two clouds could be vaguely seen at the hem, one red and one white.

"The Mystic School has also set off."

"Your Majesty the Pope, you mean the expedition?"

At this time, there was a row of archbishops wearing red robes and golden crowns standing in the main hall, almost the entire Dawn Church.

These archbishops are in charge of the Judgment, Judgment, Heroic, Kind, and Profane Knights respectively. They are the second beings who can directly order the Knights besides the Saints.

However, compared to the saints who possess authority and power, the archbishops rely on the power of Dawn Faith, and almost every one of them has strength that surpasses the saints.

"expedition?"

St. Jobin XV showed a warm and warm smile: "That is just a reasonable excuse given by the wizards to the outside world."

"Do they have other purposes?" Henrietta asked solemnly, standing in the middle of the team.

"The great existence told me that in the Forbidden Era, the actions of the wizards were the beginning of chaos in the world. Since it is chaos... it is an unimaginable disaster."

"Then do you need me to wait?" Another cardinal archbishop asked.

"It's not time yet."

St. Jobin XV shook his head, looked at Henrietta and asked: "How are the preparations of the 'Profane' Knights?"

"Three thousand two hundred loyal knights have joined." Henrietta said with a slightly cold tone: "They are receiving the baptism of 'blasphemy'."

"oh."

St. Jobin XV thought for a few seconds, stood up slowly, held the golden scepter and put it on the ground, and said lightly:

"Then let them go. This is God's will and also a test for Saint Kali."

Henrietta's eyes flickered a few times, and she drew a circle with her hands in front of her chest, bowed and said: "I will guide them well."

St. Jobin XV glanced at him, "We need the power of 'blasphemy'."

"Yes."

...

...

In the Cordo Sea, next to an island.

The Araniga was forced to dock in the shallow sea again, and Suad looked at the golden cloth in his hand with an ugly face.

"No response!"

"No response!"

"The bastards of the Dusk Cult, are they running away?"

Suad was already crazy, his eyes full of murderous intent, and he growled: "The bastards who provoked those wizards and started the war in the Cordo Sea actually ran away?!"

"Damn it!!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Next to him, "The Ripper" Domitri Pruett, "Strange Doctor" Nicolas Pastor, and "Sea Beast" Woodward Ryder Girardot also had ugly faces.

At the critical moment when the Black Pearl took the initiative to launch an attack and the three major wizard schools of Ghost, Spirit Secret and Blood Spirit jointly launched an expedition, they could no longer contact the Twilight Sect.

Now the Araniga was in a dilemma!

"Boss,"

Domitri glanced at the other two people from the corner of his eye, and seeing that they were all bowing their heads and looking obedient, he had to grit his teeth and stand up.

"Speak!"

"The current situation is not critical. Without the people of the Twilight Sect, we can completely draw a line with them."

Domitri spoke quickly, fearing that his proposal would be rejected before he finished speaking.

"In addition, I judge that Black Jack's attack will not end here."

"From the current situation, Black Jack has a supernatural being who is proficient in the supernatural characteristics of space to help him, otherwise they would not be able to chase the four pirate groups overnight."

"So, we should contact those allies as soon as possible and ask them to hide carefully..."

"Hide?"

As expected, Suyad stared at him with a grim face, "This is a war on the sea, a war that follows the oath of the Pirate Law!"

"Once it starts, there is no turning back!"

"This is true for our Araniga and the pirate groups standing by our side!"

"The winner wins the Cordo Sea, and the loser either dies in the deep sea or flees to various continents. There is no third possibility!"

"Now you tell me, you want them to hide? Then do we have to hide with them? Avoid Black Jack, avoid the Ghost School, and avoid the 'Sea Emperor'!?"

At the end, Suyad's voice was already roaring, and his anger made his face more hideous.

He was angry that the Dusk Sect left simply and abandoned them directly.

He was angry about the counterattack of the Black Pearl, which resulted in the loss of four pirate groups and five legendary pirates overnight.

He was even more angry because all this happened before the "Emperor of the Sea" Isabel Clijsters appeared.

Suad could hardly imagine whether there would be a place for the Araniga in the Cordo Sea after Isabel appeared...

Domitri: "Then..."

But before he could finish, Suad raised his hand and interrupted: "I leave it to you, Domitri, I will personally take those allies over!"

"Boss..."

"This is the best way at the moment!"

Suad looked at the few people coldly: "Other than that, we can only wait for them to be killed!"