The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 1024: Volume 33 Where to Go - 12 Confluence

Chapter 1024: Volume 33 Where to Go Chapter 12 Confluence

"We must stop them, and the only way to stop them is to destroy them!"

Lord Noyola’s eyes blazed like torches, and had anyone been before him, he believed his own momentum would have overwhelmed everything, but before this person, he harbored no such thoughts.

"Mr. Noyola, are you sure that Mr. Frenster and Mr. Vazinsky have already reached an understanding with him?"

Clad in the characteristic hunting attire of a knight, elegant yet imposing, perhaps what set him apart was the banner at his side. Like vines clinging to a flagpole crafted from some unknown metal, it shimmered under the sunlight, resembling a lively serpent in motion.

"Caesar Knight, I swear in the name of the God of Light, Frenster and Vazinsky have indeed made some contact with that remnant of the Dark Forces, and judging by the current situation, they and Welch and that man must have reached some compromise. These opportunists have completely forgotten the oaths they swore when they proclaimed their faith in our God of Light, and they are now bringing shame upon our God."

The knight furrowed his brows slightly, the head of the Religious Court seemed somewhat out of character now, losing his composure only worsened the problem. The situation may indeed be severe, but it should not make the followers of the God of Light so.

Whether it’s Frenster, Vazinsky, or even Welch’s Salvation Society, these after all are internal matters of the Church of Light. Even if they now show some tendency to separate, that’s not important. What he needed to consider now was the remnant of the Dark Forces, especially since such an outcast had obtained peak secular power, making the crisis even more severe.

His Holiness the Pope had not yet emerged from seclusion, and although he had left no words for him, Caesar had never forgotten the duties of the Windriding Knights, to defend the light and purge the darkness, an inescapable duty for all Light Knights. His Holiness had also never given him any suggestive advice, leaving him to judge right from wrong on his own.

And now it seemed the time had come for him to make a decision himself.

The quiet sunshine spilled into the room, shining a bright luster on his broad forehead. Caesar’s grey-blue eyes slightly lowered, as if pondering something.

Noyola also calmed his mind, as the other’s decision would determine everything.

"Lord Noyola, it seems your concerns indeed have merit, but concerning Mr. Frenster and Mr. Vazinsky, and even Mr. Welch, I have no right to comment or intervene. As for that remnant of the Dark Forces you mentioned, as long as you have evidence that he is indeed endangering the cause of our Church of Light, the Windriding Knights will not hesitate to take action."

"Evidence?! Of course, I can responsibly tell you, Caesar Knight, that even Frenster’s Bericli Church has had a female Protector of the Sanctuary defiled by darkness, and not long ago, a Saintess at the Sanct Western Church suffered the same fate!"

At that moment, Noyola could not care less about many things; whether truly reduced to a sex slave was not important, as long as he could successfully incite the other’s anger, although his guess was neither completely accurate nor far off.

"What??!" A surge of anger welled up inside Caesar. If this was true, how could it be tolerated? "Are you saying that our female followers of the Church of Light have fallen to that vile, filthy individual?"

"Absolutely no falsehood."

"Very well, very well!" Caesar laughed angrily, "With the Dark Forces so rampant, what is the Religious Court doing? Lord Noyola, it seems you have neglected your own duties!"

"Caesar Knight, the power of the Dark Forces now exceeds our expectations. The Religious Court often finds itself willing but powerless, especially since they are deeply hidden and have even garnered the support of some within our Church of Light. You might recall the magic genius Rebry, who has now completely fallen into being that man’s loyal servant. Even Trajan suffered greatly in the last battle at the prison tower."

Caesar slightly nodded his head, unconvinced, "Then let’s talk about the real power this man possesses."

Noyola did not embellish the truth; he knew that only the facts could win the other’s recognition. He simply detailed everything he knew.

"So, apart from him, there’s the rebellious Rebry and that Mihailovich the Puppet Mage? Is that the extent of his magical power?"

"No, not entirely. Beside him are some Mages whose strength we may not be familiar with but is by no means inferior, especially since many Dark Mages from the Southern Dark Line have come to his side, a point I need to bring to your special attention, Caesar Knight."

"Is that all?"

"There is another who we need to be cautious about, but we have no accurate information about this person. There are rumors that he now seems to control both the mind and body of the Sanct Western Church’s Saintess. He possesses immensely strong Dark Magic Power, even surpassing the protagonist."

"Oh? Where did this fellow emerge from?"

"Not quite clear, it seems this individual has always existed, but is secretive and elusive, leaving us very little to go on."

"Very well, now I see," Caesar remarked nonchalantly.

"Additionally, his knights—"

"Are you talking about those from Nicosia? Besides Lecler, who else?"

"Not just them. Apart from the Homer Knights and the Wave Knight Corps, those we know of, he also commands a core force known as the Black Flame Knights, composed primarily of Dark knights, and draws together many Ghosts, and there might even be Undead Knights; they are his true core strength."

"Undead knights? Hmph, it seems this Lord is no ordinary figure, managing to gather so many ghostly characters. Well then, the Windriding Knights have not bathed in the blood of these ghosts for a long time. If they’re all together, it’s a good opportunity to eradicate them root and branch."

Caesar’s fighting spirit and fervor had been successfully ignited; being confined in Marco had not diminished his ambition, but rather, it had built up too much rage. He desperately needed a battle to vent his inner war spirit. (To be continued. For more on this story, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters, support the author, support authorized reading!)