Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 313 - 160 Ancient Witch Revival Association, Lola, Jupiter_2

Chapter 313: Chapter 160 Ancient Witch Revival Association, Lola, Jupiter_2

"Yes."

Deby nodded, "The Ancient Witch Revival Association is also called the Ancient Witch Salvation Society, but outsiders call them the Destruction Society.

..."

Ronan was momentarily stunned, but after listening to Deby’s explanation, he understood what the so-called Ancient Witch Revival Association actually was.

This is a terrorist organization within the Wizard World, where every member is a hundred times more evil than an ordinary Black Robed Wizard.

They are paranoid and insane, firmly believing that the collapse of the current continent is due to the world being overly tainted.

They desperately long to return to the once flourishing era where wizard civilization was incredibly dazzling, willing to resort to any method possible to cleanse and destroy the whole world, summon what they call "Divine Spirits" to descend, and rebuild a new continent, establishing a new order...

"I once saw an introduction about the Ancient Witch Revival Association in an ancient book, this pattern, it somewhat resembles their organization’s symbol..."

Deby’s eyes were tightly fixated on the peculiar pattern that was about to completely disappear beneath the Maple Forest, he whispered in a low voice: "Of course, I’m not entirely certain, information regarding the Ancient Witch Revival Association has always been forbidden, I know very little..."

The three stood on the airship, falling into contemplation and silence.

Ronan’s gaze flickered continuously, he subconsciously reached out to touch the "World Stone coordinates" on the back of his right hand.

He remembered Kosti once told him, behind this coordinate, it’s very likely connected to a world filled with calamities.

Telling him not to expose it, lest some crazy schemers set their sights on him.

"A broken World Stone just appeared within the Ancient Mirror Court, and at the scene of the Genius competition hosted by the Six Great Wizarding Forces, traces of a suspected Destruction Society appeared..."

"Is it a coincidence?"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, at this moment, the sound of huge muffled thunder rolled from the sky above.

Ronan and the other two instinctively looked up at the sky, only to see a ball of lightning, made up of numerous bright purple thunderbolts, swiftly flying across the sky.

Within that ball-shaped lightning, one could vaguely make out a tall and upright figure.

As the lightning passed overhead, the figure cast a glance towards them.

In an instant, it seemed as if a massive amount of bright thunder flashed before Ronan’s eyes, the two Spiritual Power Crystals in his mind slightly trembled, and Ronan squinted his eyes...

Level 3 Wizard.

And it must be a powerful wizard above the Intermediate Level 3 Stage.

"It’s Jupiter."

Clements’ voice, deep and slightly strained, echoed beside his ear.

Ronan’s gaze flashed briefly.

Coincidentally, he knew this name.

Just the day before, on the first page of the genius information Clements handed to him, the first name was—Jupiter Bakar.

"The first genius of the Thunder Council, the youngest Vice Chairman in the history of the Thunder Council, among the Six Great Forces, so far, the only known wizard who has entered the Intermediate Stage Level 3...

Also, the person who has defeated Orian head-on..."

All that Clements recited were from the provided information.

But as he uttered it word by word, it carried a somewhat inexplicable impact.

Any of these titles, picked out on their own, would bring fame to a wizard across the Six Great, and now all focused on one person, naturally, this individual radiated an unparalleled and blazing brilliance.

"Ever since Jupiter became famous, he’s been like a mountain, making everyone underneath suffocate...

It is said, Orian has always regarded him as his greatest opponent..."

Clements slowed his words then turned to look at Ronan.

Ronan’s expression remained calm, he did not speak.

"Let’s go."

Deby, in a low tone, suggested, and the three quietly boarded the airship, continuing towards their original direction.

Jupiter’s appearance suddenly diluted their previous conjectures and worries about the Ancient Witch Revival Association, indeed, compared to a clear and powerful adversary in front of them, a confusing lead drawn from an ambiguous pattern seemed too trivial.

Soon, the airship carrying the three vanished into the sky.

What Ronan and his companions didn’t know was that, after they left, within that fiery red Maple Forest, several figures cloaked in large Black Robes silently "grew" out from the soil.

The leader under the Black Robe, emitted a sharp and strange voice, yet filled with aggressiveness.

"This is the only and the last time.

Next time you make such a decision on your own..."

The leading Black Robed Wizard slowly turned to look at the person beside him, and said coldly: "You should know what the consequences would be.

Lola."

The latter remained silent.

After a moment, she violently tore off the black hood on her head, revealing a twisted, hideous woman’s face covered with strange black patterns and hair that looked like green seaweed.

The woman looked in the direction where Ronan and the others were leaving, her green eyes filled with deep-seated madness and resentment and muttered through gritted teeth: "Just a little bit more...

Damn Thunder Council, passing by at such an inconvenient time..."

The woman continued to curse, and soon, several Black Robed figures, the strange patterns on the ground, and the entire fiery red maple forest... all vanished without a trace.

...

"If I undergo a Full Giant Demon Transformation, coupled with the activation of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, and additionally the power of the [Ancient Power] rune...

Could I possibly contend against Jupiter?"

On the road afterwards, Ronan was constantly calculating this outcome in his mind.

The answer was unclear.

Without a real battle, no one would know the result.

After all, the gap in sheer strength between him and his opponent was too great, Intermediate Level 2 Stage compared to Intermediate Level 3 Stage... an entire major level gap, with too many unknown variables in between, making it hard to predict.

If others knew what Ronan was thinking, they might think he was insane.

Unnoticed, the trio finally arrived at the venue for the competition.

In fact, they got there quickly after entering the Goblin Plain area, only slightly delayed along the way.

The venue for this competition was located right at the center of the Goblin Plain, and by the time the trio arrived, many wizards from the Six Great Wizarding Forces had already gathered.

Seven "Suns" hung over the venue.

One of them was the real Sun in the sky, but its light was the dimmest.

The remaining six were from the Level 4 Dawn Wizards of the Six Great Wizarding Forces.

Each "Sun" emitted light and an aura with distinct attributes. Ronan had experienced it early; Level 4 Wizards’ spiritual power had undergone further Transformation, spawning Elemental Spirits, and the emitted waves of spiritual power were completely Elementalized.

Under the differently colored six giant suns, some wizards were setting up the competition arena, simply using Earth Attribute, Fire Element, and Plant magic to construct a series of huge and sturdy arenas.

"I’ll go report the matters of the Resurrection Society to the Ring Master..." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

After disembarking from the airship, Clements immediately dropped a line and then hurried off.

Ronan effortlessly located Jupiter from the Thunder Council, whom he had seen earlier on the road.

Easily recognizable.

Jupiter seemed to be surrounded by numerous layers of halos; besides the six Dawn Rank Wizards in the sky, he was the most "strikingly dazzling" in the arena.

Jupiter sat on a massive silver-white chair, looking very young.

His handsome face and distinct features, fair skin shining faintly under the sunlight, seemed to interact and reflect with the surrounding electric light.

His hair was slightly messy, giving off a strangely dynamic feel, and his deep blue hair interspersed with silver sheen seemed to be flowing continuously.

His robe was the color of the midnight sky, made of some material, embroidered with complex electrical circuit patterns, occasionally flickering faintly with light.

Jupiter sat in a position that exactly overlooked the entire venue, his hands lightly resting on the silver chair’s armrests, looking calm and natural. He emanated an innate nobility and commanding presence, no one daring to hold his gaze for long, as his eyes always had dazzling thunderous light flickering, constantly awe-inspiring and unsettling.

Jupiter was "scrutinizing" every individual in the arena.

Just like a king, perpetually examining his subjects.

This clear feeling of being looked down upon made Ronan quite uncomfortable.

"Strong indeed..."

Ronan avoided Jupiter’s gaze and thought silently: "But he really puts on too much of an act."

He casually surveyed around the venue, wondering if he could find Angelie.

Unexpectedly, before he found Angelie, he saw a familiar figure at a certain spot at the center of the arena, someone he never expected to see.