Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 437 Silence and Ascension

The rattling of chains echoed through the sky. The roar, which was rather unfamiliar to the Endless Sea, was extremely familiar to Luger. Although he had only heard the roar a few times, the sound of the chains was incredibly familiar. He even subconsciously wondered if blood would fall. The anger in the roar reverberated across the dome of the Endless Sea along with the shaking of the chains. Luger could already guess that the great undertaking that the two sides had been working on for so many years seemed to have turned into a terrible deal.

A familiar scene unfolded: one side roared in anger, while the other remained silent.

Why the silence? Because everything was expected, even the trembling chains. Today's scene is the result of yesterday's planting.

Ruger felt his own unwavering mental strength and thought he could continue to observe for a long time.

He once again marveled at the choice of the Silent Seal; the solid mental strength he had cultivated during his apprenticeship seemed to have planted a good seed for him.

By resonating with the bedroom space through spiritual energy, he continuously peered outside, which could be considered a way to train the power of the newborn.

Ruger was trying to comfort himself. In fact, he knew that as a little insect trapped here, he was not only concerned about when it would end and when he could get out of trouble, but deep down he also wanted to see the persistence in silence.

That silence in the face of the roaring sky was the final dance of a wizard's life.

Of course, Ruger loves to see miracles; miracles are the most interesting things in the world.

Ruger felt like he had turned back into a little dog-headed man, naively hoping for a miracle. But just like hunting in the tribe, failed hunting parties were common, and even paying a heavy price didn't guarantee a single bite of food.

Throughout history, the attempts of wizards have been little better than those of the kobold hunting parties; hunger was the main problem, and returning with a full load was always a miracle.

Rumble!
The deafening roar shook people's hearts.

The spiritual energy in Luger's resonance space was momentarily dazed.

The endless sea holds endless dreams.

After becoming a wizard, he was able to resonate better with the bedroom space, and his spiritual energy could be seen more clearly.

He was an ordinary-looking man, dressed in the gray robes that apprentices often wore, and from what one could vaguely see, he did not seem to be particularly tall.

The peculiar palace composed of three flames suddenly collapsed, and a tiny, ordinary flame slowly drifted toward the person standing still. The flame seemed barely enough to light a small pipe, and even a strong puff would extinguish it.

Ruger noticed that the person seemed unable to move around freely.

The small flame slowly drifted toward the person. Although it was only a short distance, the flame gradually shrank as it drifted.

According to Ruger's estimation, the flame would go out before it reached the person's location.

It was clear that the person was waiting for the small flame, but the standing figure never moved.

Ruger didn't quite understand, but he still watched nervously and vaguely.

Just as he had predicted, the small flame became invisible when it was still half a step away from the person, with only occasional flashes of light before going completely silent.

Ruger's heart clenched.

It was as if the entire sea had quieted down.

boom!
Flames rose, and the standing figure instantly transformed into a fire person enveloped in flames.

For a moment, Ruger was in a daze and almost lost consciousness, but he persevered after he survived. In his daze, he saw countless believers dressed in various robes, kneeling and praying. Some of them had beards, some had strange scars on their chins, some were tall and some were thin, all kinds of people. Their mouths were moving, and their spiritual power was radiating from within. Their prayers were not just recited with their mouths. Their figures were all over the surrounding sea.

The flames receded from the man's body, forming a burning path in front of him, a staircase leading upwards.

The chains clanged, a vast amount of divine power flowing through the nightmare world, becoming decorations for the steps. Mysterious runes were traced along the blood-red path, and the clanging chains seemed to be playing music for the construction of the steps. Step after step seemed endless, as if extending into some distant part of the void.

Until Luger could barely make out what he was looking at.

The standing figure finally moved.

Countless prayers filled the air above the entire sea. They were not shouts, but countless subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy, like the buzzing of mosquitoes, resonating with the same prayer.

Step by step, the man strode steadily forward, as all sorts of things that Luger couldn't recognize rushed towards him, helping him move forward.

With each step the person took, the steps behind them disappeared.

At the same time, a small flame, about the size of a bean, appeared on his forehead and burned steadily.

The voices of prayer are like the faces of all beings, with different tones and voices, but they can be connected and gathered together. They have something in common; they are linked by knowledge, they share a common desire, and they have the same request.

Different mental energy fluctuations and different voices converge here, reaching their peak.

Ignoring his nausea, Ruger watched intently.

The figure walking in the sky seemed to have an even brighter flame on its forehead.

It was as if those steps, and the power on them, had been devoured by that figure.

But Ruger soon noticed that the man's speed seemed to be gradually being caught up by the disappearing steps, and their speeds were reversed.

From the God of Bread to the God of Wizards, he has experienced many setbacks, but he has always been successful and moving forward. In the eyes of many apprentices and low-level wizards, he has long been a miracle.

The man seemed to suddenly sigh, then reached out and made a gesture, which was the first extra action he took besides walking.

A louder roar followed, as even more crimson power surged forth from the nightmare world.

The man's pace quickened immediately.

In an instant, the roar from the ancient god was drowned out by the numerous prayers.

Ruger's eyes widened. The strange sight of steps disappearing one way and then appearing to build ahead, and the people who kept moving forward on them as if they would never reach the end, were not what surprised him the most. What surprised him was the distant place.

The man finally stopped, but slowly raised his hand.

Ruger could only vaguely see that the man seemed to bend his arm and move it slowly twice.

dong dong!

Ruger gasped.

The crisp knocking sound echoed throughout the entire sea, clearly audible to everyone who extended their spiritual energy.

Ruger was surprised. He had sensed it from the beginning, or rather, he had a feeling that it was that beautiful yet terrifying door, the door he had occasionally peeked into, but only dared to glance at it from a distance.

Soon, the man seemed to sigh again.

(End of this chapter)