Wizard: Surviving in the Steam Age with Points for Demon Hunter

Chapter 449 Disaster and Dawn

“It’s so quiet!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Vaklav flashed into the air, raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, his red and black eyes flashed, and huge light curtains appeared around him.

The light curtain was formed by gray fog, like a picture frame, with the edges made of black and red patterns interwoven. The gray fog inside slowly coiled and gradually formed a series of pictures.

"You wait here."

Seeing this, Velosa and Ragnar signaled the other wizards to stay where they were and moved to Vaklav's side.

Looking at the gradually clearing image on the virtual screen.

The first thing that became clear was a huge island with a city-state surrounded by high walls built on it.

But inside the walls, dust covered the sky and all the buildings were in ruins.

Between the broken red bricks and gray tiles, corpses with miserable deaths lay in disorder in the ruins.

Surrounded by these ruins, a graceful figure dressed in a gorgeous red robe and with a face as beautiful as a sculpture was looking up at the sky slightly, as if gazing at the glory of the two kingdoms in the sky.

"is her?"

Velosa frowned slightly, and her thin, old face became serious. "When did she come to the deep sea?"

"Is this the one from the Red Moon Church?" Ragnar looked at the figure and said uncertainly, "She seems to have changed a little. Her appearance..."

"It's not a change, it's just who she is."

Vaklav shook his head, a hint of disdain appeared on his lips as he said, "She should have descended into the same vessel as that old fellow at Dawn - Lady Red Moon."

"But I am more accustomed to calling her 'Lady Silver Moon' Soldelina!"

"I see." Ragnar looked at her again and nodded, "It is indeed her, the first guardian knight under the command of Lady Night, the one who inherited the Kingdom of Silver Moon."

"If it is her, then her location should be the so-called Red Moon Island."

"Red Moon Island?" Velosa sneered, "Even if I didn't go to look for the relics of the Epoch, I still have a deep impression of that island."

"Legend has it that the island is the center of the world, the slumbering place of the original, and countless 'source souls' are sealed underneath it!"

"Perhaps others don't know this, but as the chief wizards of our respective schools, this must be part of the secrets we inherited."

"It seems that 'Lady Red Moon' has arrived first..." Ragnar sighed.

"Wizard Ragnar, it's a little early to say that. Look over there." Vaklav pointed to the second picture.

"Hey? Ms. Morien from the Church of Storms?"

Velosa and Ragnar were naturally familiar with the figure that appeared in the picture.

Compared to the head of the Red Moon Church, or "Ms. Red Moon", the head of the Storm Church, Ms. Morien, is more active and will be interviewed by reporters from newspapers such as the Cordo Gazette from time to time.

With his outspoken speaking style, mature and charming face and figure, and his status as the leader of the Church of the Storm, he has many admirers in all four continents.

If she hadn't rarely left the Holy Land of Manuel Yoel, the headquarters of the Church of the Storm, she would have been the object of many people's pursuit.

Even so, there are still many fanatical worshippers who try to break into the Holy Land of Manuel Yoel, but are caught and thrown out by the clergy of the Church of the Storm.

"Where is she?"

Velosa looked at the figure on the screen and saw that she was kneeling alone in front of a statue of the Lady of Storms, holding a Testament in her hand and muttering something.

"Church." Ragnar said something nonsense, and then added: "It should not be the church in the Holy Land of Manuel Yoel."

"Of course I know that. The statue in Manuel Joel is much bigger than this one. Almost everyone knows that."

"It's the East Continent!"

Vaklav frowned as he looked at Ms. Morien on the screen. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I created this spell based on the characteristics of the 'Source Soul'."

“On it will only show the extraordinary beings in the original world who possess the origin of the country and whose strength exceeds that of high-level legends.”

"Ok?"

Velosa and Ragnar were both stunned, but they quickly reacted.

"Are you saying that she, like Kimberly of the Red Moon Church, was brought down by the incarnation of the gods?"

"It's so obvious, there's no need to explain."

Vaklav glanced at them and snorted, "I'm more concerned about what Bertolis is going to do."

"She hasn't appeared in a long time since the Third Era. Even in the last era, when the Storm Church was threatened by the sea tribe and faced a life-and-death crisis, she only sent a few angels to descend."

"This time, she came down quietly. It seems that she intends to gain more power from the kingdom. What is her purpose?"

"Given the lax attitude of the Church of the Storm over the years," Ragnar pinched his white beard and murmured, "I think it is nothing more than preparation for her real arrival."

"We all know that the avatar container, even with the power of the kingdom, can only surpass the peak legendary level at most. Its strength is not enough to break the restrictions of the God Forbidden Era."

"I have some guesses about this." Velosa had a different opinion and shook his head, saying, "I once saw a record about Bertolis in an epoch relic."

"After the end of the Second Era, she devoured a god-level 'Source Soul' and ascended to the throne, controlling the two kingdoms of 'Storm' and 'Thunder', making the Storm Church one of the orthodox churches at the time."

"But after that, she rarely showed up, and even many people who knew her didn't know what she was doing."

"But the relic contains a secret - at the end of the Third Era, after the great battle between Lady Disaster and the Sun God, Bertolis descended."

"It's just that at that time, the Turing Empire was destroyed and the silver moon was transformed into a red moon, so not many people paid attention to this record..."

"Wait," Ragnar's eyes widened slightly, "You mean to say that Bertolis has something to do with the fall of the Sun God?"

Velosa spread his hands with great interest and said, "Otherwise it is hard to explain how Orpheus obtained the second kingdom. Even if the Sun God was severely injured by Lady Disaster at that time, he could not have seized that kingdom."

"So, Bertolis and Orpheus have joined forces?" Vaklav thought for a few seconds and nodded: "This possibility is very high."

"So far, except for the Earth Church in the southern continent and the 'Earth Lady' Juanita who has not appeared for nearly two epochs, the other three gods have more or less shown signs of taking action."

"Now it seems that Bertolis has probably teamed up with Orpheus. They..."

"Look!"

At this time, when Vilosa saw the content on the third picture, a rare look of shock appeared on his face.

In the third picture, which was shrouded in gray fog, there were two figures, one big and one small, sitting face to face.

One of them was Saint Jobin XV, the head of the Church of the Dawn, wearing a crown and holding a golden scepter.

The three chief wizards quickly recognized the person opposite him - Lady Disaster Tina Lilith Leonard!
"Ha!" A hint of coldness flashed across Vaklav's face. "It's a pleasant surprise that these two can sit together."

"Orpheus and Tina, one is the Lord of Dawn, the other is the Lady of Disaster - the graveyard filled with malice by the 'Clothes of the World' is indeed surprising."

As he spoke, Ragnar looked at the two figures with deep eyes. A golden dial appeared in his eyes, and the minute hand drove the hour hand to rotate rapidly.

The next second, his consciousness crossed the invisible world barrier and came to the "River of Destiny" that spanned the endless starry sky.

“Revelation!”

Ragnar's voice was much more majestic. This was not the first time he used [Revelation of Destiny], but every time it would consume too much of his essence.

Therefore, in most cases he would only use [Prophecy] to briefly speculate on the future direction of something.

He would only use [Revelation of Destiny] when it involved gods or concerned his own safety.

Soon, the two dazzling stars in the "River of Destiny" suddenly lit up and shone brilliantly.

The golden and black lights formed a sharp contrast. The slowly emerging picture made Ragnar frown, and a hint of paleness appeared on his ruddy face.

However, in just a moment, the two pictures disappeared, and he was thrown back to reality by the power of the "River of Destiny".

"Hmm?" Waklav noticed his abnormality and asked, "Have you asked about the dead water?"

"That is the great 'River of Destiny', not stagnant water,"

Ragnar glared at him and continued, "Orpheus should be trying to seize a country. I saw Wayne's figure in the picture, and the 'real' country behind him."

"And the conditions for the resurrection of Lady Disaster have not yet been met. She should be hoping for Orpheus' help. But I vaguely saw a smirk from her, and I always feel that someone is going to be in trouble."

"Wayne?" Velosa paused, raised his brows and asked, "So, he can get rid of the Twilight Cult?"

"At least that's what we saw in [Revelation of Destiny]. We should have defeated McAllister and taken the 'real' country from him." Ragnar nodded.

After hearing this, Vaklav stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "So, the alliance between Orpheus and Tina is a foregone conclusion?"

“Haha, I didn’t expect that after the little guy’s strength increased, these two bastards who wanted to become ancient gods would attack him.”

"Poor little Wei En, this chief wizard's hands are suddenly itchy."

Velosa and Ragnar both laughed.

Although they all knew that the brain circuits of the wizards of the Ghost School were not normal, it was not often that Vaklav went crazy like this, and every time there was always an unlucky person to bear the brunt of his anger.

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other and couldn't laugh anymore.

Vaklav's madness didn't happen often, but their two wizarding schools were among the unlucky ones that suffered the most damage.

"And the last picture is... eh?"

Velosa's eyes fell on the last picture, and a hint of doubt appeared on his old face, "Isn't that the one from the Church of the Earth?"

"Who is this?" Ragnar looked at the figure in the picture, looked at Vaklav in confusion and asked, "Do you know him?"

Vaklav also shook his head, his dark red eyes carefully observing the figure and the environment he was in.

The person in the picture is a slightly thin middle-aged man with black hair casually tied behind his head. He has a handsome face, and at least it can be seen that he was very handsome when he was young.

He was wearing exquisite aristocratic clothing and had a key inlaid with black gems hanging around his neck.

At this moment he was standing at the window, drinking red wine and looking up at the sky, obviously also paying attention to the sacrificial ceremony in the deep sea.

"In the Eastern Continent, in a kingdom close to the Holy Land, not far from Orpheus and the others." Vaklav determined his location and said.

"What kingdom?"

"If I remember correctly, it should be the Drake Republic. There... look at that, do you recognize it?"

Waklav waved his hand to enlarge the last picture and pointed to the wall behind the figure - an eye pattern.

"This pattern... seems to be the Eye of Disaster of Lady Disaster?" Ragnar answered uncertainly.

"It's somewhat similar, but probably not. The lines are too twisted, not as angular as the mark of Lady Disaster's magic eye."

"Waklav, you don't know him either?"

Vaklav didn't look back. He frowned and thought for a few seconds, then waved his hand to wipe away the light screens and said, "Don't worry about him for now. After the matter at sea is resolved, the three of us will go there together to check it out."

Velosa agreed: "Okay, I also happen to want to know what kind of existence it is."

"A god with a hidden identity..." Ragnar frowned slightly, "Still in the Eastern Continent..."

The wizards below were paying attention to the battle on the Silent Island while noticing the expressions of several chief wizards.

But seeing them laughing sometimes and frowning seriously the next, everyone couldn't help but feel confused.

"Wizard Salei, don't you want to go over and ask?" Rosa nudged Salvatore with her elbow and asked quietly.

"Don't go."

Salvatore glanced at the three of Vaklav and said calmly, "Since they deliberately blocked the sound, it must be some secret that is inconvenient for us to know."

"Aren't you curious?"

"I'm not curious. When you become the chief wizard of the school, you will naturally know those secrets."

A look of understanding emerged on Rosa's pretty face, and she laughed, "Wizard Sare is still confident. I support you."

"what?"

Salvatore reacted, looked sideways at her, and said unhappily, "Wizard Rosa, this is not something a lady should say."

"Sorry, I'm not a lady. I'm just a deputy head of the Spiritual Mystic School!"

For a moment, all the legendary wizards who heard the conversation between the two couldn't help laughing, even those from the Spiritual Mystic School couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Your strength can only match 10% of Wizard Wayne's, then come and laugh at me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Even on Luciano's pale skull, three gray vertical shadows could be vaguely seen.

Damn, isn't it boring to compare myself to monsters?
You can compare strength, but not age.

The age difference is too big...

(End of this chapter)