The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 1035: Volume 33, Where to Go, - 23, The Battle that Sways the City (6)

Chapter 1035: Volume 33, Where to Go, Chapter 23, The Battle that Sways the City (6)

The dark castle loomed like a dormant beast, crouching before their eyes. The warm and humid climate of the Caucasus seemed to vanish on the spot, replaced by an indescribable chill that emanated from deep within one’s heart, even threatening to seep into everyone’s very bones.

Caesar observed the desolate castle calmly, proud and aloof in its stance upon the plain. The aura of kill emanating from it eroded people’s resolve bit by bit.

"Is this Damarlinsk Castle?" Caesar’s lips twitched slightly, his gaze fixed on the castle’s ancient door, as if trying to sift through the dust of history on the weathered lintel.

"Yes, Damarlinsk Castle, the symbol of the Caucasus, an ancient castle known as the Magic Castle." Lorenzo sighed softly, "Today’s battle will inscribe it into history."

"Damarlinsk Castle, it indeed has a certain flavor. Lord Noyola, have you sensed anything?" Caesar tilted his head slightly and asked.

"Lord Caesar, are you referring to Nether Qi?" Noyola countered, "The location of this castle is quite clever, built upon a natural Eye of Darkness. The primal underworld energies surge ceaselessly from here, as though it was inherently meant for those vile beings."

"It seems this Lord Komer has anticipated our arrival. He’s very clever indeed, waiting at his leisure and holding the home-field advantage." Caesar laughed, a mocking glint in his eye, "If he thinks he can resolve the issue this way, that’s quite naïve."

"Lord Caesar, don’t underestimate him. This fellow, together with Lorenzo and I, was pushed into a spatial rift and still managed to resurface. As much as I dislike the guy, he is indeed a formidable adversary," Noyola warned earnestly; he didn’t want the other side to slip up out of carelessness.

"Hmm, I feel that he is already waiting for us. Perhaps he’s even more eager for this battle than we are." Caesar’s tone shifted, "Then let us see what kinds of goblins and monsters are waiting for us to exorcise."

Over thirty riders arranged themselves into neat formations, slowly approaching the castle. Caesar’s face grew more relaxed, his interest genuinely piqued. This enigmatic character, shrouded in myriad mysteries and mists, was now about to reveal himself. Such an astonishing ascent, from an idle playboy to this stature in just a few years—Caesar was truly looking forward to it.

The ancient bronze-green door seemed to swing open with a gust of wind, silently revealing itself before them. A prolonged voice, amplified by magic, came through: "Noble guests grace our threshold, why not come inside and have a look?"

"It would be rude not to accept. Lord Komer, to meet you today, I suppose, is a grand event for the Continent," Caesar nodded slightly, urging his horse forward the first to enter. His eyes flickered with brilliance and his ears desperately searched for the source of the voice, but to his slight disappointment, the opponent had obviously used magic to scatter the sound, making its origin indiscernible.

However, as soon as they stepped through Damarlinsk Castle’s gates, everything lay bare before them.

At the forefront stood a man in a simple mage’s robe, his bright face exuding a hint of resolve, the scepter in his hand glowed with a ghostly light as he stood proudly in the square beneath the obelisk, with several distinct figures behind him, all visibly awaiting Caesar and his company’s arrival.

"Lord Komer?" Caesar reined in his horse, his gaze fixed on the young man’s composed face.

"Indeed, Lord Caesar. I have long heard of your renown, and I count it a stroke of fate to meet you today," Komer said, appearing very relaxed as he gestured behind him with his right hand, "These are my friends. Upon hearing of Lord Caesar’s arrival at Damarlinsk Castle, they could hardly contain their excitement. To meet the leader of the renowned Wind Riders, sir, is a lifelong honor for them."

"Oh?" Caesar’s eyes narrowed, his penetrating gaze shifting slightly towards the people behind Komer. He had not expected that, knowing full well the Wind Riders were joined by the Court to confront them, there would still be so many foolhardy individuals seeking to challenge them. Did they truly believe the Church of Light had declined to such an extent that it could be disregarded?

"Lord Komer, could you introduce these friends who have come from afar?"

"Of course." Komer smiled, "These gentlemen are knights from the Nicosia Black Flame Knights. Vladimir Koff, Solonberg, Jack ..."

"Dark knights?" Caesar’s lips curled into a slight smile, his gaze sweeping sharply over the faces of Vladimir Koff, Solonberg, and the others. However, Vladimir Koff, Solonberg, and their company appeared indifferent and even expectant, surprising Caesar a bit. At the very least, he could not see any emotional fluctuation in their expressions, which meant that they had long been aware of the purpose of his party’s coming.

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"Hmm, you can call them that," Komer shrugged. "These three are Sobchakov from Basarabia, and his friends......"

"Hmm, the Eagle of Basarabia? Do Basarabians also wish to muddle the waters?" Caesar’s piercing gaze stabbed at Sobchakov’s face, who wore a bitter expression, but still maintained his composure under Caesar’s intense scrutiny.

"Lord Caesar, aren’t you here to stir these turbid waters as well?" Komer realized that the opposing party’s momentum had begun to overwhelm him, and he had to fight back, "Do you think we can avoid or hide from it?"

Caesar’s sight returned to Komer’s face, and the unconcern expressed on it finally sparked a flicker of anger in his previously calm heart—this man was too arrogant.

"Very well, I hope you won’t regret it," Caesar nodded heavily, without saying more.

"Lord Caesar, since we have embarked on this path, we have had no intention of regret, just as it’s simply like me asking you now if you regret joining the Church of Light. For the dream we’ve pursued all our lives, even if it leads to death, it is a worthy death. A person without dreams or aspirations, living in this world, is no different from an animal," Komer shook his head. "Lord Caesar, I think we need not criticize each other’s views. I believe both you and I are clear that we are not mere children who will abandon our positions because of a few words of preaching or intimidating language."

Caesar smiled, "Lord Komer, setting aside our differences, I have to admit you’re quite a character. At least, you’ve managed to inspire these people behind you to stand with you on the same front, which is no small feat. But let me tell you, if you were facing someone else, you could be this reckless and unrestrained, but in front of the Wind Riders, you don’t measure up!"

"Whether I measure up or not isn’t for me to say, and similarly, it isn’t for you, Lord Caesar, to dictate. Indeed, the Wind Riders have an illustrious reputation on the Blue Continent, but that is in the past. Philosophers have told us that the only thing that can bury history is the present. If you cannot understand this principle and still revel in the glory of yesteryear, then I can only tell you, you and your Wind Riders will only be swept into the dustbin of history."

Upon hearing such audacious words, even Caesar, with his usually calm and controlled demeanor, could not help but rage furiously.

Such audacity—across the Continent, who would dare speak so? Even the entire Bohemia Court Mage Knights present here would not dare such imprudence. Yet today, he had been insulted by this insolent youth. How could this be tolerated?

And Noyola and Lorenzo turned pale at once, while the surrounding Wind Riders were seething with rage. Were it not for the ironclad discipline of the Wind Riders restraining them, a great battle might have erupted on the spot!

"Very well, Lord Komer, I would like to ask who can take on such a task?" An inwardly furious Caesar kept his face steady, even showing a hint of a smile, but if you looked closely, you would find his two long brows were now sternly furrowed—those familiar with him knew this was a sign that Lord Caesar was extremely angered.

"You will see, you can see today," Komer smiled faintly.

"With them?" Caesar’s sharp gaze swept over the people behind Komer; his youthful hot-bloodedness was boiling over due to Komer’s provocative words.

The disdain in Caesar’s words also angered the people behind Komer; the fame of the Wind Riders spanned the Continent, but as the influence of the Church of Light declined, their inaction was evident, except for the notoriety of the Religious Court. As Komer had said, the tides of history could not be turned by any individual or group. Today’s battle would be a testament to the direction of history’s flow.

Stari’s gaze drifted to the other end. He was not too interested in this Caesar Knight, even though he acknowledged the man as an unprecedentedly powerful mortal. What interested him more was the female warrior at the far end of the crowd. The keen senses of the Jellyfish People told him that the woman was definitely not a mere Female Knight—her body emitted a robust aura characteristic of the Dragon Clan, and it was quite familiar.

Besides the Ice Dragon he had once fought in the Swamp Area, Stari couldn’t think of another encounter with the Dragon Clan, yet now here she was in front of him in a voluptuous mortal form, which certainly surprised him. Could there be an error in his senses? Impossible. The only answer was that the woman was the human incarnation of that Ice Dragon!

Recalling the tumultuous battle, Stari couldn’t help but feel his blood boiling. Before coming here, Komer had not disclosed the details to them, but Stari knew that the Jellyfish Clan had no other choice. To safeguard the wellness of the entire clan, what was giving up one’s life in contrast? However, he had not expected that the Ice Dragon would also appear here, and on the same side as him, no less.

With this thought, Stari couldn’t help but regard the man currently verbally clashing with Caesar—Komer—more highly. If that Ice Dragon truly transformed into her dragon form, then even if that Caesar Knight was formidable, he might well have no chance of victory!

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