Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 497 Ideas and Differences

Ruger was panting, and the smell on his body was indescribable. The flesh and filth of the demons mingled with the stench of his skin, working together to create an even more bizarre odor.

The only hope?
Ruger savored these words, using them as a way to relax his mind and as a solace against the nauseating stench.

Most wizards are quite serious when they speak. Even some who are frivolous and like to joke around become serious when discussing important matters. If this self-proclaimed wise succubus is also serious and truthful enough when relaying the information, then this statement is worth pondering.

The so-called only hope.

It wasn't said to be the wizards' only hope, nor was it said to be humanity's only hope. With the wizards withdrawing their conquests and explorations of other worlds, everything was already concluded. In other words, the wizards had determined something, and even stopped everything for it. Ruge didn't understand the so-called conquest of other worlds, but it must have been a complicated matter. It seemed that the wizards had often done it before, but a conclusion, the confirmation of something, made them end that pattern and turn their attention to the underground world.

Ruger had considered the hypothesis that the High Council of Wizards was born after this transformation, but now he had another hypothesis, a bolder one.

Or perhaps it doesn't conflict with the time of the Supreme Council's birth. It's the dungeon world that's always on everyone's lips. A very important event has occurred: the wizards have decided to turn their attention to their own world. Similarly, the fact that the dungeon world has become like this is also a momentous event. Just as those nobles boasted, people used to live in a world where they could see the sky and see light. In Luger's eyes, both of these are incredibly significant changes, so it's hard for him not to connect them.

If the birth of the High Council of Wizards and the changes in the underground world both occurred during that period and are causally related.

So, this time span would be quite astonishing; it happened a very, very long time ago.

Luger tilted his head, subdued a demon and dealt with it swiftly, the image of which floated through his mind for a long time.

If the wizards' changes are preparations for something that was expected and inevitable to happen, then this will be a long preparation period. Even for high-ranking wizards, without special physical modifications, it will be a long preparation spanning several generations. Perhaps only wizards of the seventh ring or higher, or even those of the eighth ring or higher, can participate from beginning to end, or even only halfway through. After all, Ruger cannot judge how long it will take, only that it will be astonishingly long.

Could the changes in the underground world be due to this thing the wizards determined? What is the purpose of these changes? And what are their effects?

Wizards don't do useless things, especially powerful old wizards.

Ruger suddenly thought of the wizard Zorn, the things Zorn had told him, and the people he had met in the fairy kingdom.

Zorn said that there are also some forces in this world that are hostile to the Supreme Council and live in the cracks. Most of them are established by wizards of the eighth or even ninth ring. These people originally belonged to the Supreme Council, but left in anger because of ideological differences.

So this so-called ideological disagreement that led to their departure from the Supreme Council must not be some minor dispute over magical philosophies. I didn't know this before, but now that I do, Ruger can't help but think about it.

Only something significant enough could cause these wizards, and apparently more than one nine-ring wizard, to have ideological disagreements and leave the council.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, wiping the blood splattered on his forehead with his hand.

Of course, these are just his wild guesses, an uncontrollable and inevitable association. The root of it all is to fight against the increasingly irritating killing and the terrible environment.

But this time, his trusted, mind-bending brain massage didn't seem to work.

On the contrary, there seems to be an uncontrollable trend.

To understand why things developed that way, and whether the wizarding world changed as a result, it's actually quite simple. Just know what the wizards concluded and what they determined countless years ago, and the answer will become clear.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

Ruger saw the edge of the battlefield. Countless demons lay dead on the edge of the battlefield, and even outside of it, their blood converging into streams that branched and merged, like tree roots spread out on the ground, trickling towards the demons' flesh and blood battlefield.

We've only seen it, but haven't reached the edge yet.

Ruger fought fiercely, while the edges were much easier, with only some weak demons around.

Ruger didn't know how long he had been fighting, it felt like several days and nights. Occasionally, he would have a moment to swallow a demon's heart, but this would disrupt his stomach's timing.

At the edge of the battlefield of flesh and blood, every demon in the group could clearly sense that it was a completely different feeling, even the color of the ground was different. Of course, the ground of the battlefield of flesh and blood could no longer be seen; it was now a lake of flesh and blood.

On the clearly defined edge of the horizon, a powerful force was injected into the demons traveling with them.

As the battle raged on, Luger could still see newly arrived demons charging into the lake of flesh at the lord's command.

Their group seemed like outcasts, or rather, they were outcasts.

It seems that only demons like them, who carry the aura of succubus lords, can leave the battlefield of flesh and blood, and only they would have the desire to leave.

The boundary that was in sight was reached after a long and arduous struggle.

Ruger grabbed Mahama, and the big guy charged forward amidst the old demon's roar. The demons behind him lost all will to fight and staggered after Mahama.

Only when you reach the edge can you see that there are more demon corpses outside than Luger imagined, and they are almost all lying facing the same direction.

It was both orderly and bizarre.

In the distance, on a slightly desolate little hill, one could vaguely see the succubus lord sitting there, with a red-skinned fellow standing quietly beside him.

Ruger stepped over the corpses that lay abnormally outside the battlefield, panting as he and the demons walked toward their new lord.

Looking at these bizarre, massive numbers of demons lying outside the battlefield of flesh and blood, Ruger had a bold conjecture that was both unexpected and yet reasonable.

They stood facing the battlefield of flesh and blood at the edge of the boundary, having just arrived. Judging from the spacing and scale, they were demons who had come here together. They fell in one direction, indicating that they died simultaneously without any ability to resist.

In the bloody battles, the demon army was always missing one faction, missing one lord.

As Ruger walked, he kept looking at the hazy figure sitting atop the earthen slope in the distance.

Suddenly, several hearts were presented to him.

It was the two-headed demon, who was offering him its demon heart with a fawning expression, and this guy had persevered all the way.

(End of this chapter)