Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2856: 582: Defying Level-10! Complete Blood Armor!

In the Sain World, known as the Mermaid Sanctuary, vast endless oceans blanket ninety-nine percent of the land, interrupted only by isolated islands scattered about.

From ancient times, the merfolk clan flourished in this realm, hitting the height of their society three centuries back... and that was when Whale Emperor Sain came into being.

From that moment on, the merfolk clan possessed their very own Level 10 powerhouse.

Yet right then, the merfolk clan plunged into their darkest period.

The Abyss launched its assault, igniting a brutal blood war that shattered countless lives.

Leading the charge as the overlord of the Abyss's 186th layer, [Old Sea Dominator Rul] commands this chaotic front—its real shape a grotesque Fish Demon, backed by a horde of Level 9 generals.

At first, the Abyss figured this fresh level-10 society would crumble in no time, yet to their shock, guided by the Whale Emperor, the merfolk clan held firm all this while!

This very day.

Within the Whale Emperor’s Palace.

There, an immense silhouette stretching ten thousand feet in height loomed—none other than Sain himself.

Beneath him, six mighty Level 9 warriors from the merfolk clan flanked both sides, delivering updates on the ongoing conflict.

Once he heard the reports, fury surged through Sain, propelling him to rise abruptly.

“What an intolerable outrage!”

This Rul had sent forces to seize the mermaid princess—his own daughter. Everyone knew Fish Demons for their insatiable desires; he refused to let them tarnish her purity!

Over the years, numerous female merfolk suffered violation by these Fish Demons, spawning twisted demonic offspring that ravaged the oceans and endangered the entire merfolk bloodline.

“Summon the chariot at once; I’ll head straight to the demon outpost myself!”

“Emperor, you cannot—it could be a scheme laid by the demons.”

“So, what plan do you have for saving my daughter?”

“This...”

The assembly of Level 9 merfolk advisors stood dumbfounded, exchanging uneasy glances.

If it were their family at stake, the choice would torment them too.

One path led to beloved blood ties, the other to their whole civilization.

Regaining composure, the Whale Emperor declared:

“I’ve clashed with that Old Sea Dominator before; its might barely edges mine, thanks only to longer time at level 10 and deeper roots... curse it, just grant me another ten thousand years to advance, and I’d slice it apart with my own weapon!”

One advisor ventured carefully:

“Emperor, perhaps we should request aid from the Nora Council?”

The Whale Emperor shot back icily:

“Nora? Have you erased from memory how those wizards mistreated the Sea Clan?”

Silence gripped the ministers.

To most foreign races, the wizards’ treachery and malice stood as plain truths. Even the wizards themselves never claimed moral high ground.

Another, quaking beneath the weight of level-10 presence, spoke up:

“Emperor, the world has shifted; right now, preserving our merfolk society demands priority. You stand as the merfolk clan’s finest genius ever, yet our base remains weak. Facing this blood war crisis, I beg you to think again.”

“Yes, Emperor, word is the Sea Clan thrives over there, and merfolk endure in Nora. With your standing, you could join the Supreme Council outright, securing a spot for our people—no doubt about it.”

With one bold voice breaking the ice, the rest of the ministers chimed in with their views. Three centuries of relentless blood battles had drained all hope from them.

Already, a single demon lord from the Abyss’s 186th layer overwhelmed them. Should more demonic forces arrive, how could they possibly endure?

Remorse would come far too late.

Shifting to Nora’s side, they had triumphed in three full-scale invasions, eliminating 5 level-10 demons—including one of the Four Great Demon Lords, the Earth Demon Lord!

Even the mighty barbarian civilizations had folded into Nora, and Heavenly Will—that near level-11 supreme entity—had aligned with them.

What reason did the merfolk civilization have to waver?

In the shadowed realms, survival reigned as the unyielding creed!

All other principles could bend as needed!

“Oh, and Emperor, lately I’ve caught wind that Nora’s top genius, the Dusk Palace Master, alone destroyed the incarnation of the Holy War Army Master.

He’s journeying through the Pan-Plane now. If we reach out to Nora for help, maybe he could pull us through this peril.”

At the mention of the Dusk Palace Master, a flicker crossed the Whale Emperor’s gaze.

From the intel, this figure held a favorable view of the Sea Clan, shielding Nora’s merfolk under his wing... If committing to join Nora, he truly held the pivotal role.

“Proceed—attempt contact with the Nora Council.”

The Whale Emperor stated evenly; a choice had to be made.

Yet the thought of his daughter trapped amid demons stirred deep sorrow in the Whale Emperor—a proud level-10 form, yet failing to shield even his nearest family.

Without the clan’s burdens, he’d have stormed the demon lines ages ago.

It all traced back to insufficient strength.

Dare that Old Sea Dominator snatch Edmund’s daughter?

That’d be like begging to swallow the sun!

Buzz!

A torrent of overwhelming might pierced into the Sain World, twisting the Whale Emperor’s features; his colossal whale frame, like a mountain, surged upright, while a blade four thousand feet in length materialized in his grasp.

This was the pinnacle Level 9 artifact, the [Sea Suppressing Blade], a heirloom of the merfolk clan honed across eras to its utmost potency ever.

If only it ranked as a supreme treasure.

A streak of rainbow brilliance sliced through boundless voids, materializing at the hall’s heart.

Clad in dark armor, face etched with severity, he gripped a sword in his right hand; in his left, a dark chain hauled the remains of a Level 9 demon, as he advanced with steady steps.

The advisors stared at the intruder, faces paling in astonishment.

The Whale Emperor held back from striking, spotting a peak level-8 female merfolk descending into the chamber—towering a thousand feet, none other than the mermaid princess.

“Father! I’ve returned!”

Here’s how it unfolded.

Not long prior.

Levi masked his presence and drew near the demonic base in the Dark Lands beyond the Sain World, intent on snaring some demons to bind as spies for vital information.

En route, he crossed paths with a Level 9 demon.