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Chapter 143: The Dark Wanderer, the Human Possessed by the Blind King

In the Kingdom of Storm, located in a territory far overseas.

Crete, one of the three major islands of the Storm Kingdom, one of the most important islands in the Mediterranean, the king of a hundred islands, is located in a tavern in a seaport town in the Principality of Crete.

Welcoming a unique guest.

He wore a black hood and walked in a hurry, his eyes full of fear, fatigue and anxiety. He walked into the tavern, trying not to attract other people's attention.

But because he was too distracted, he bumped into a burly man when he entered the pub with a wooden sign that read "Nightingale".

"Be careful, man," the sturdy man warned him in a very unhappy tone. "You spilled my drink, pay for it."

Inside the pub, many people were watching this scene as if they were watching a good show.

The man who stumbled into the tavern seemed a little panicked. A family badge representing his identity rolled out of his pocket and fell on the wooden floor of the tavern.

When the customers in the tavern saw the family emblem, they all gasped.

Because that family emblem represents the famous family of the Eastern Human Empire in the past, the [Phocas Family]. Even now, the Phocas Family still has some territories in the Nicomedia Empire in Asia Minor.

Moreover, many mercenaries and traveling merchants in the tavern recognized that this man was the famous Knight Heraclius Phocas, the pagan White Death Knight, a senior knight that both the Storm Kingdom and the Nicomedia Empire were trying to win over.

The sturdy man also knew that he seemed to have offended the wrong person, and he remained silent guiltily.

But at this moment, Heraclius Phocas was somewhat insane, and kept muttering to himself, "I killed the deacon."

"But I can't do anything. All the priests in Hagia Sophia have been corrupted. The evil souls have entered my body and are corroding every inch of my soul... I have tried my best."

"God of Law, please forgive me. My soul can no longer bear it. I killed the person he possessed, and as a price, he possessed me. I thought I was different from others. I thought I was a great knight, a noble of Phocas, the White Death Knight in the eyes of the pagans. I would be different."

"But... in front of the blind king, all living beings are equal..."

The next moment, he bent down and wanted to pick up the emblem representing the Phocas family from the ground of the tavern, but a pale hand picked up the noble emblem representing the Phocas family before him.

This is the owner of the hand, a vision of the blind nun.

At this moment, the illusion of the blind nun and Cecia behind her all looked at this self-exiled former Knight of the God of Law, now a dark wanderer - the possessed person of the Blind King in the mortal world, with admiring eyes.

When Heraclius Phocas stood up again, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The noisy tavern around him lost all its colors in an instant and turned into black and white.

Everyone in the tavern stood up in a daze, as if their ability to think was restricted. They didn't know who they were, where they came from, or where they were going in the future.

They just think that everything is fine...boring, and indifference fills their hearts.

At the same time, an unprecedented dark force turned into a plague, spreading throughout the tavern and entering their bodies.

In the tavern, the middle-level lords of the energy world who had already descended, or partially descended, on the main material plane walked into the tavern, appeared in front of Heraclius Phocas, and knelt down in unison.

The blind nun opened her arms enthusiastically. "My great king, after more than two thousand years, you have finally broken the seal from the shameless wizards and the ignorant church."

"You have already come to the world at this moment and this place."

"Our time is coming."

The blind nun asked with some anticipation: "Supreme King with Eyes Without Pearls, when should we start the second phase of the plan, and what should we call you now?"

A trace of doubt appeared on Heraclius Phocas' face, and then his face once again showed indifference and contempt that was inconsistent with his previous hesitation. "You can still call me Heraclius Phocas now, and you can call me the Dark Wanderer."

"This knight's spirit is stronger than I thought. We...are beings from this world, without souls or bodies. If we want to descend, we must occupy a body and obtain a true soul." "Therefore, I chose to assimilate with him."

"The atmosphere of divine authority in the Storm Kingdom is still too strong, so I cannot completely devour his soul for the time being."

"I can't use my true strength at all."

"For a long time, he would resist my will, even though I was in control of him for longer and longer periods of time. But he still instinctively exiled himself, wanting to hide on an island in the sea to restrict my actions."

"As for launching the second phase of the plan? It's still too early."

"This strong aura of divine authority is not enough for me to summon my real army to this world. The remnants of the Storm Kingdom and the God of Law are not in despair yet."

"As long as they still have hope, the Storm God still has faith."

The Dark Wanderer said in a hoarse voice: "I will make all believers of the Storm God lose hope."

"Let every human being enjoy equal despair. We have already won this battle since more than two thousand years ago, when the gods and wizards were deceived by us and sealed our seven brothers one by one on this continent."

"The seal is only temporary, but the seven kings are forever. This world will be under my control. And my six brothers will be driven out of this world by me, and victory will be mine alone."

"I can use the humans of this world to create my new soldiers, and then find new worlds to invade, destroy, and ruin. That wouldn't be bad, right?"

"The mainstream wizards may not come back, but whether they come back or not, we must control this world before that."

The Dark Wanderer said to the middle lords and high-level warlocks, "I can feel that the special existence that killed me more than two thousand years ago, the Knights of the Hand of the Gods, who were given power by wizards and gods, still exists quietly in this world."

"Therefore, we must exercise restraint until these last remaining obstacles are cleared."

"Also, Blind Sister, why is it that among the 21 military districts of the Storm Kingdom, the sacred authority of the Southern Thrace Military District has not only not declined, but has also risen, at least to the level of five years ago."

"Blind nun, and my... my daughter who set up the trap more than two thousand years ago and was born twenty years ago... Cecia, can you explain it to me?"

The Dark Wanderer was disappointed and said, "Forget about the blind nun. But Cecia, my daughter, your father's pride, why did you fail in the South Thrace Military Region?"

The blind nun looked back at Cecia with jealousy. She was clearly just a human being produced by borrowing her descendants, but she possessed the bloodline obtained by the Blind King in a ceremony arranged two thousand years ago.

It really made her jealous.

Cecia knelt on one knee. She understood that even if she was a daughter, she was just a tool to the blind king.

There are many daughters of the blind king in the energy world.

The only thing that makes her special is that she has a large part of human blood.

Cecia whispered, "I'm sorry, Father."

“But there’s a reason for that.”

"In the Peter Territory of the South Thrace Military District, there is a wizard lord named Sunan Peter. He has stopped us from disrupting the aristocratic politics of that place several times. He even destroyed one of our strongholds in the South Thrace Military District some time ago."

"He even nearly killed the important divine royal family sorcerer who helped us realize our plan."

A look of struggle appeared on the Dark Wanderer's face. It was Heraclius' reaction when he heard the familiar terms such as the Family of Gods and the South Thrace Military Region. He wanted to resist the assimilation of the Dark Lord's soul.

But how could he, a mere mortal, possibly do that? !
The Dark Wanderer asked Cecia, "Is that wizard lord the Forsaken?"

(End of this chapter)