The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 214 - 151: Wizard Group and the Water Palace Magic Connected to the Sea of Memories_2

Chapter 214: Chapter 151: Wizard Group and the Water Palace Magic Connected to the Sea of Memories_2

He seemed satisfied with merely controlling the Witch Cemetery.

"Hugo Russo," suddenly suggested to Milani Singer, "Witch Singer, you may lead thirty members of the Wizard Group to hunt down Ivita Augustus."

"We absolutely must succeed!"

Milani found it absurd.

Could he have success just because he wanted it?

Milani Singer made a point, saying, "He is a lord, he has his own army. I cannot get close to him!"

"It’s only when I get close to him that I have a chance of killing him.

"Moreover, once I fail, Ivita Augustus will lead his army to slaughter Kappa Town. We might not fear that, but what about the ordinary friends and relatives we have in the town? The realm of Ivita Augustus is becoming increasingly strong."

Milani suddenly suggested, "Perhaps, you should heed my advice, place the entire town under the Sleeping Curse. We can simply hide them in the cemetery."

"Hugo Russo" shook his head, "Let’s not waste our magic power."

"A spell of this scale exerts a great strain on us."

"In times of war, we should not squander our magic in such a way."

Milani rebuked silently.

Indeed, the current leader of the cemetery thought himself above the descendants of the Thousand-Year Fire Protector.

The descendants of the Fire Protection Family!

Milani suddenly felt an impulse, a desire to seize power and overthrow these corrupt elders.

Then, she could restore the Witch Cemetery to its original state.

However, she suppressed this urge. If she wanted to take such action, she would need a potent ally.

"Hugo" said to Milani Singer, "Carry on with your tasks. It’s an order from the leader of the cemetery, you cannot refuse."

"Then there are those who will help you accomplish your aim, Lin Enquilial, Nicholas Dunne..."

He named thirty people in succession, wizard apprentices who were forcefully promoted by the power of the ancestors of the cemetery, and they walked out in line.

"Hugo Russo" instructed them, "Never leave Ambros, otherwise the power of the cemetery will not cover you, and you will turn into ordinary people, or wizard apprentices who need to exhaust half their life force just to use a minor headache spell."

"Remember!"

Milani lowered her head, her eyes revealing her rueful thought process.

Could she rely on the current leader amidst such chaos?

Where should she go to find allies?

...

In Baron Moro’s territory, Ivita and the Old Witch encountered a significant problem in the Mirror Space.

The Old Witch tried desperately to move the washbasin placed in the Mirror Space, only to realize it was immovable, irrespective of the magical force or physical force applied.

The Old Witch said to Ivita, "The washbasin isn’t quite heavy, is it?"

"What on earth did you do earlier?"

"Why did you suddenly cast a new spell on it..."

The Old Witch unwittingly revealed her true nature and quickly covered her mouth, "I mean, you really do have quite an imagination. Hahaha...."

Ivita ignored her insincere flattery.

She only thought it was troublesome.

Ivita pondered carefully, recollecting about the Lost City and the surging seawater she saw in her Spirit Knowledge Mist structure.

The seawater seemed connected to the ocean of her Earth.

In the end, did the washbasin somehow connect with the ocean from her Earth?

But was the connection reliable?

If that was the case, then it was not surprising that they couldn’t move the washbasin, because that would amount to moving the weight of an entire Earth’s ocean.

Ivita shared this speculation with the Old Witch, only just mentioned that this washbasin might be connected with the ocean in her memory.

The Old Witch circled around the washbasin. "A wizard’s Spirit Knowledge Mist structure is a product of his own memory, soul, and the destiny he has captured, so it’s not surprising to see anything in the mist."

"These are nothing but fragments of memory."

"But you...."

The old witch paused, for in her understanding, Ivita was a Demon God.

And the cities, people, and ocean that appeared in the Demon God’s Spirit Knowledge Mist, were they real or fake?

It was really hard to tell.

What if they were indeed real?

But the reality now is that the washbasin could not be lifted.

The old witch tried to gather her spiritual power into a rope and throw it into the washbasin. She wanted to see how deep the basin was.

So, she did just that.

About seven minutes later, the old witch’s face turned pale, clearly exhausted, and she looked at Ivita with fear. "Normal Water Palace magic only creates a small pond. But my gracious, my spiritual power had just probed nearly a kilometer down and there was still no end."

"Moreover, after my intent reached more than a kilometer, I found that the water palace inside was no longer a well. My intent encountered a vast space, boundless with even creatures living within it."

"This washbasin now is like a well standing in the sea, so it may really be connected to the sea, that is why we could not lift it!"

Ivita felt troubled, "Let’s leave it for now."

"I just don’t know at this point, which stage of Water Palace magic does this belong to?"

"Isn’t the magic power that the current Water Palace possesses enough?"

The old witch was hesitant, this was completely different from the normal Water Palace magic.

However, with her Spirit Vision, she could see the abundant magic energy emerging from the washbasin.

This magic energy even filled the entire mirror space, making this small region permeated with high concentrations of magic power.

With this, in this mirror space, learning and using magic could all have some bonuses.

The old witch was Undecided. "Shall we let your civilians catch some fish in the river?"

"Try putting them in?"

Ivita felt somewhat speechless.

What situation was this to use a hopeless cause as a last reserve?

Ivita snapped his fingers, a vortex doorway appeared in the mirror space and moved towards them, enclosing them within.

A few seconds later, they were back on the second floor of the castle.

After lunch, Ivita and the old witch left the castle to stroll around the village.

Conveniently, they met a fisherman who ran up from the foot of the mountain.

Ivita walked over, the fisherman immediately stopped, bowed to Ivita and said, "Lord, is there something you need my help with?"

"I am very thankful for your generosity, which rebuilt our homes."

Ivita nodded, he turned his attention to the dozen or so live carp in his fish basket. "I want to buy the fish you have, name your price."

"I need ten, size does not matter, but they must be alive."

Who knew, the fisherman directly handed the fish basket to Ivita. "Lord, there is no need for money, I can give these to you for free."

Seeing Ivita’s puzzled expression.

The fisherman was startled, "Thanks to you, my home was rebuilt. We are all living under your protection, how dare we desire your money."

"Moreover, the fortune of the river belongs to the Lord. It’s your grace that allows us to freely capture."

Ivita nodded, and didn’t reject his kind offer.

However, he was somewhat moved.

In the afternoon, Ivita threw ten fish into the washbasin inside the mirror space and uttered the transformation spell.

He just didn’t know, what kind of marine soldier would be produced by this washbasin that connected to an unknown sea.

Would it maintain its normal state, or would it mutate?

But this would take some time, for the carp in the washbasin to fully mutate.

Ivita planned to put the Water Dragon’s Tooth into the washbasin after this magic was completed, hoping that this washbasin that connected to the sea would not cause any new troubles.

Anyway, he tried to complete his own magic before the mayor of the autonomous prefecture and Jalen lead the army through here.

However, in the evening, two messengers from Ambros City and Winchester brought a new storm to this land that had been peaceful for not too long.

War was like a tornado, always wanting to roll everything around into it.

There is no escape from it.