Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2814: 575: Arcane Throne, The Legendary Gargamel!

Ghost Alley Domain.

A specific territory.

Within the depths of a castle, a bizarre, spindly figure resembling a street lamp lay in slumber. This was [Mr. Street Lamp], a close associate of [Skin Stripping Ben].

The demise of the skin stripper had alerted him to a phantom haunting the Nightmare World, one that targeted Nightmare Lords at random.

To date, no one had managed to seize it. The high-ranking Monarchs remained indifferent to the fates of those in the lower tiers, as they were preoccupied with the looming invasion wars. Across their territories, they were aggressively drafting Nightmare Lords and various creatures into their ranks.

A Nightmare Overlord had once looked into the matter, but the investigation was abandoned due to a complete lack of evidence. Ultimately, Nightmare Creatures are far too numerous; death is a daily occurrence, and unless a being of Overlord Level perishes, the upper echelons simply do not care.

"Squeak..."

The castle doors were thrust open by a dark gust of wind.

Mr. Street Lamp snapped his eyes open and demanded coldly:

He unleashed his level 8 aura, casting a mysterious amber radiance that stretched across a hundred miles. In that light, he saw a dark shadow resembling a swordfish darting forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat. A frigid, pitch-black longsword lunged, trailing a streak of dark light.

Crack.

With a sharp click, the street lamp head split apart before violently exploding with a sizzling hiss. The headless corpse collapsed to the floor.

A shadow clad in demonic armor materialized and took a seat on Mr. Street Lamp’s massive bed. It claimed the Nightmare Crystal and began to consume the remains.

The entity remained perfectly silent; it had not uttered a single word since the moment of its birth.

Within its consciousness, the Pan-Plane appeared to mirror various civilizations and worlds like distant stars, the majority of which resided in the territory of the Council of Ten Thousand Clans. Strands of negative energy and fear surged into its form, fueling its constant and steady growth.

Almost imperceptibly, the name of the Twilight Demon had traveled through multiple domains. It had earned a terrifying reputation across nearly eight hundred worlds; in contrast, the Belief Lands of some Weak Gods spanned only one or two thousand, never exceeding three thousand small worlds.

Its terrifying rate of development was the result of actively hunting and propagating fear. By now, a typical level 8 Nightmare Lord was no longer its equal. In this realm of terror and hopelessness, everyone—save for the Monarchs and Overlords—was its target.

...

Three years passed.

Nora Calendar 1615, Blood Battle 1503.

Nightmare World.

Located at a vast distance from the Black Dragon Territory is the expansive Mind Domain.

This massive stretch of Nightmare Land is constantly veiled in a pale golden fog. It is a place where no one dares to tread carelessly; the distant echoes of dragon roars and the endless, towering Flesh and Blood Mountains serve as a warning of its master's presence.

Spirit Monarch Helmont!

One who is ranked among the absolute elite of the Nightmare realm.

It is rumored that this Monarch can look into the hearts of all living beings. Even ordinary Gods find they have no privacy when faced with those all-seeing Golden Eyes, which is why few ever dare to visit him.

After all, who does not harbor some darkness within their soul?

Furthermore, the Spirit Monarch wields the most potent mind-system spell-like abilities in the Multidimensional Plane, capable of slaying enemies invisibly and shattering their willpower.

Historically, numerous localized conflicts have broken out between the Nightmare World and the astral world. Gods who attempted to penetrate this golden mist almost always met a grim fate, unless they were exceptionally powerful. Even the God’s Incarnations of certain Weak Gods were struck by the Spirit Monarch’s mental spells, resulting in their divine fires being snuffed out across the astral world.

Such strange mental magic is nearly impossible to defend against.

Consequently, the area has been declared a forbidden zone for the living.

Diverging from the habits of other Nightmare Monarchs, the Spirit Monarch is a recluse. Not a single Nightmare Creature serves under his command; he remains elusive and shrouded in mystery.

Three figures reached the perimeter of the mist.

Devouring Sky Demon Lord, Rotten Sovereign, and the Ghost Alley Monarch.

"Are we truly going to meet with that individual?"

The Ghost Alley Monarch was visibly anxious.

Rotten Sovereign replied:

"What is there to fear? With the Demon Lord at our side, do you think that giant dragon will simply gulp you down?"

"I am not afraid; I just believe this is a waste of time. He is far too arrogant and has always looked down on us. He even ignores the Lost Monarch, so inviting him seems impossible."

The Ghost Alley Monarch argued in his own defense.

"Let us proceed. Bear in mind that you must not harm a single leaf or blade of grass within this mist. If you offend him, our chances will be even slimmer."

Devouring Sky Demon Lord spoke as He entered the fog, with the other two following closely behind.

Deep within the golden mist, dragons glided through the air while golden rivers flowed without end, revealing landscapes of radiant beauty. The scenery was vibrant and lush, standing in stark contrast to the typical black and red macabre aesthetic of the Nightmare World.

"I have heard that the interior of this mist is the dragon's mind domain. When he dreams, his immense spirit force materializes those dreams, turning them into mountains, rivers, plants, and living creatures."

"Based on what I have seen over the last ten millennia, this golden mist is steadily growing. His power is increasing and is likely reaching the level of the Void Dragon."

"This is why the battle is practically won if we can convince him to join us. Having only the Lost Monarch is insufficient; Edmund is far too fierce... Heavenly Will possesses great strength as well, and the Frost Witch is no weakling."

As they spoke in hushed tones, the trio came to a sudden halt.

The golden mist began to churn, revealing a pair of blindingly brilliant Golden Dragon Eyes that radiated an overwhelming majesty.

Every living thing has a heart, and that includes Nightmare Monarchs.

In that instant, the Ghost Alley Monarch felt as though his heart had been laid bare. Being scrutinized so thoroughly by those dragon eyes left him feeling humiliated and furious, yet he did not dare to voice his resentment.