Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 1124 - 152 The Bell Rings_3

Chapter 1124: Chapter 152 The Bell Rings_3

But the agitation of the radical young faction, who were unable to see the hidden plans behind, led to rash interference, plus the instigation of cult forces, resulting in today’s situation.

A few sighs and regrets spread within the great hall, but the foremost stone chair slammed down heavily, and the spreading ripple of the impact was like a tsunami in the spiritual world, causing many present to shiver and promptly close their mouths.

"Silence." The figure seated in the stone chair was immensely tall, his emanating aura seemingly tangible, his very soul consciousness like a towering mountain that made one feel the need to look up.

’Head of the Furious Snake’ Marduk is a rare Grandmaster Level figure of Sequence 8 in the Western Star Domain, the leader of the ’Thunderstorm Furious Snake’ faction, the honorary principal of ’The Seven Rings Mountain’ academy, a mentor to many Master Level figures, wielding immense influence and discourse power in many star domains of the West.

"I don’t care what you think now; since Lord Blanchi has made a decision, we should not interfere." His eyes seemed to flicker with lightning, sweeping across the audience, causing those being gazed upon to feel a mental shudder and oppression.

"I also agree with Lord Furious Snake." Another figure stood up, although not as tall as Marduk, his attire was tidy, and even ideologically, his entire figure was impeccably clear, donned in a neat black suit.

’Black Suit’ Sokas, likewise a Grandmaster Level figure of Withering Sequence 8, is also the president of the ’Black Pigeon Trade Union,’ which encompasses manufacturers of many advanced products in the Western Star Domain, a rare treasure of the West, and with the organization’s strength, many internal companies have safeguarded their assets and patents from being acquired and merged by the Central Star Domain’s giant businesses.

"You cannot always have the meal delivered to your mouth; this is fate, requiring us to strive for it ourselves." Another man dressed in a blue and white long coat stood up.

’Inscribed Blue Bell’ Haines, a rare figure of Tidal Sequence 8, leader of the ’Holy Blue Cross Sect,’ which suffered significant setbacks 400 years ago and has been gradually recovering over the last century, this Haines led the sect to brilliance, now having branches in many star domains of the West, with about 20 Master Level figures in the faction, making it the faction with the most Master Level Transcendents in the current Western Star Domains.

With the support of these three powerful Top Rank Grandmaster figures, the voices of opposition on the scene were immediately suppressed, and those who were originally wavering also steadied.

The opinions of the crowd gradually unified, and then the elderly figure sitting at the front spoke again.

"Since no one opposes, let’s proceed with the next plan discussion."

"Firstly, to bring back Lord Blanchi, let’s entrust this task to General Gain." He looked towards a stone chair present, where a silent man in a military uniform was seated.

After a few seconds of silence, the other party stood up.

"I can only say I’ll do my best."

"We believe in you." The elderly voice continued.

"This concerns the fate of 27 star domains in the West for the next century."

"Oh, there’s no need for you to tell me the importance of this at this time." The other party tugged at the brim of the hat and sat back down.

Then the elderly figure turned with the aid of a cane, looking at the crowd in the hall.

"Everyone, do your best to prepare; the day Lord Blanchi returns to the Western Star Domain will be when we face the Federation’s military might directly."

"The opportunity is fleeting; we will not have a second chance. If any of you have trump cards hidden, use them all."

"I hope that in ten days, I can see the colors of all the Western Star Domains on the Star Map change."

"No matter what happened in the past, the judgment of fate has come again, and this time we must go all out to seize the opportunity within and strive for a new future."

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"The great bell tolls, with nowhere to hide." The ancient adage was softly recited by those present.