Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2923: 593: Seven Calamities Ancient Clan! The Master Returns to Our Side!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
"Hah, it looks like you're full of confidence."
"Taking your life will do just fine."
"Ever since the massive Pan-Plane fusion began, countless Plane Sovereigns—hundreds or even thousands—have met their end. Why spare them? In the end, it boils down to me slaving away for you, turning into a mere pawn in Nora's ascent to power."
"You've only witnessed the thousands that perished, yet ignored the endless trillions of lives shielded by the Nora Council, allowing them to endure. Even absent the plane fusion, those reduced to plane slaves would suffer endless calamities from nature and human folly alike."
"No matter how noble you paint it, it's all Sauron chasing his selfish desires. Though the Council of Ten Thousand Clans suffered defeat, I believe our cause wasn't misguided; we merely sought survival."
"That's what we sought too... So, you desire to perish alongside the world you defend? Do you truly believe I can't track down your scattered duplicates throughout the Multidimensional Plane?"
Levi's declaration caused the Worm Lord's face to shift dramatically.
In an instant, a well-known silhouette clad in a blood-red robe materialized behind Levi—the Blood Vortex Venerable, once its loyal underling.
"Blood Vortex? You... you've already pledged allegiance to him? You're still alive?"
The Blood Vortex Venerable replied: "Indeed, Sir Levi harbors an entire realm within himself. I integrated the Black Swamp World into it, earning the role of Secret Realm Master and safeguarding my existence. These days, I've progressed even more, hitting the late stage of level 8."
As a Secondary Plane, it draws strength from Mana's potency. Even Martha, burdened by her limited potential, has reached level 7, so its advancement comes as no surprise.
The Worm Lord grew quiet.
From this perspective, Levi's claims rang true.
Yet, as a level-10 Plane Sovereign who had dominated the Multidimensional Plane for over a hundred thousand years, could it really yield to fate, reduced to a trapped creature?
What whispers would spread upon hearing of it? What mockery would follow?
"You've got ten seconds to decide: face oblivion with no chance of revival, dying utterly forgotten... or endure, trail after me to behold a grand endeavor, and glimpse the reborn world once the endless Gods and demons crumble? The choice rests with you!"
Levi declared with steady poise, his words striking deep into the Worm Lord's core. Behind him surged the formidable Nether River, Hell Warhorses whinnied fiercely, and Leon stood poised for action.
Not long prior, it had devoured the true soul of the Grey Mist Monarch. With a handful more level-10s, it could surge to the mid-stage of level 9, a pace that left even Levi in awe.
Turbulence gripped the Worm Lord's thoughts.
To persist, could it truly witness that promised new world?
A realm free of Gods and demons... could such a thing exist?
The giants have persisted through billions of years, weathering countless eras without fading; does Nora possess the power to drag them from their thrones and bring the cycle to a close?
On this, it held no certainty.
It knew only that death would bar it forever from that dawn!
Free from gods, demons, and nightmares, with its level-10 form unbound, it could scarcely fathom the splendor of such a existence—no longer dancing to the giants' caprices.
Eagles soar through vast skies, fish glide in ocean depths, and beneath the frost, every being vies for liberty!
The shape of the new world remains a mystery; it might echo old errors or brim with vitality... yet the Worm Lord felt certain this stale, unchanging realm of billions of years had exhausted all appeal.
So, to hell with pride!
Today, it would heed its inner call, much like its climb from frailty to strength, driven solely by the will to survive!
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."
"I submit to you willingly!"
The rotund youth abruptly knelt flat before Levi, offering full obeisance in surrender, his gaze alight with eager hope and eased tension.
Levi flicked his fingers, summoning the shadow of the round table.
From the void's depths emerged a figure in scarlet robes, hands clasped behind its back, eyes bearing a profound, eternal essence.
Blazing Sun God Wizard Edmund.
The Worm Lord glanced upward, its posture rigid with unease.
"Swold offers greetings... to the Grand Council Chairman!"
Edmund grinned and responded:
"I'm glad you've embraced survival. With life comes a thread of possibility, right? Perhaps after my end, after Levi's, your moment arrives, and you could even guide the Nora Civilization."
The Worm Lord's pulse raced, prompting a wry laugh:
"I harbor no such ambitions; survival alone drives me... I yearn to behold the new world Sir Levi described, and I'll fight for it. Death looms either way, so I'd sooner fall pursuing tomorrow than choke and fade here now."
Edmund chuckled and added:
"Relax, that was mere jest. Levi will oversee your path ahead. You'll aid him. Prove your worth, and I can grant you a supreme seat amid all Nora's people.
Welcome to Nora!"
He reached out with his right hand, clasping the Worm Lord's soft, pale palm in agreement.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
The Worm Lord uttered thanks thrice over.
Never had it dreamed of gaining entry to the Nora Council; it had always viewed itself as eternal foes with Nora since aligning with the Council of Ten Thousand Clans, paths irreconcilable.
Edmund's apparition faded, and Levi stated: "Sir Swold, to ensure our mutual security, I must employ unique methods to bind you—please comply... In due time, I'll remove the constraints myself."
As a level-10 being, the Worm Lord demanded enslavement via Black Emperor’s Enslavement for Levi to merge safely; otherwise, any change of heart or mischief could spell disaster.
For a powerhouse of level 10, forget Excalibur—even the Council of Ten Thousand Clans' ultimate artifact, the Covenant Sword, couldn't compel submission. Levi's sole option was the Black Emperor Dragon’s Enslavement, a supreme force!
The Worm Lord bared its consciousness, permitting the Black Emperor Dragon Power to seep into its Heavenly Spirit Cover. After a sensation beyond words, it reopened its eyes, fixing them on the figure before it.
"Master! Swold stands ready to serve!"
"Come, lead me to your world first."
The Black Water World spanned vast expanses, dwarfing the Ancient Banyan Fairyland; akin to the Black Swamp World, it brimmed with toxic mists and fogs, hostile to ordinary beings yet ideal for Zerg with unique requirements, along with exotic races.
Home to scores of Extraordinary Clans, boasting hundreds of experts at level 6 or higher, all bound as the Worm Lord's kin or retainers—none reached level 9; they had dispersed upon the Council of Ten Thousand Clans' collapse, leaving only those tied to the Worm Lord's duplicates.
Levi dispatched Mana to probe the terrain.
"What do you think? Feasible for integration?"
"Absolutely, though a world this size might demand a century."
"Time poses no barrier; I'll endure the wait, using it for secluded cultivation here over a hundred years. Post-integration, you'll rise to level 9, correct?"
"Without doubt."
Levi inquired further:
"Swold, is this location known to others?"
The Worm Lord assured:
"Master, fear not—this hideaway is profoundly concealed. Absent the insect shedding and your Supreme Advanced Perception, detection proves impossible. I've recalled every duplicate; they'll stand watch here as well."
"No delays—let's commence!"