Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2923: 593: Seven Calamities Ancient Clan! The Master Returns to Our Side!

"Hah, you seem full of confidence."

"Defeating you will do just fine."

"Ever since the massive Pan-Plane fusion occurred, countless Plane Sovereigns—hundreds or even thousands—have met their end. Why spare them? In the end, it boils down to me toiling away for you, turning into a mere pawn in Nora's ascent."

"You've only witnessed those thousands who perished, yet overlooked the vast trillions of lives shielded by the Nora Council, allowing them to endure. Even absent the plane fusion, the beings reduced to plane slaves would suffer endless calamities from nature and humanity alike."

"No matter how noble you paint it, it's all Sauron chasing his selfish desires. Though the Council of Ten Thousand Clans was defeated, I believe our cause wasn't misguided; we merely fought to endure."

"That's what we sought too... So, do you desire to perish alongside the realm you defend? Do you truly believe I can't track down your scattered duplicates throughout the Multidimensional Plane?"

Levi's declaration caused the Worm Lord's face to shift dramatically.

All at once, a shadowy form in a crimson robe materialized behind Levi—the Blood Vortex Venerable, once its loyal follower.

"Blood Vortex? You... you've already pledged yourself to him? You're still alive?"

"Indeed, Sir Levi's form houses an entire domain within. I fused the Black Swamp World into it, claiming the role of Secret Realm Master and safeguarding my existence. These days, I've progressed even more, hitting the late phase of level 8."

As a Secondary Plane, it draws power from Mana's essence. Even Martha, burdened by her limited aptitude, has ascended to level 7, so its own growth comes as no surprise.

The Worm Lord grew quiet.

From this vantage, Levi's claims rang true.

Yet, as a level-10 Plane Sovereign who had dominated the Multidimensional Plane for over a hundred thousand years, could it really yield to fate, reduced to a trapped creature?

What whispers would spread if word got out? How would others mock its fall?

"You've got ten seconds to decide: Will you meet an eternal death, forever denied rebirth... or cling to life, joining me to behold a grand endeavor, to glimpse the reborn world after the endless gods and demons crumble? The choice rests with you!"

Levi declared with steady poise, his every syllable striking deep into the Worm Lord's core. Behind him surged the formidable Nether River, Hell Warhorses whinnied fiercely, and Leon stood poised for action.

Just recently, it had devoured the true soul of the Grey Mist Monarch. With a handful more level-10 souls, it could surge toward the mid-stage of level 9 at a pace that astonished even Levi.

Tumult raged within the Worm Lord's mind.

To persist, could it truly witness that promised new world?

A realm free of gods and demons... could such a thing truly emerge?

The giants have weathered billions of years, surviving through countless eras without fading; does Nora really possess the power to drag them from their thrones and bring it all to a close?

This remained a mystery to it.

It knew only that death would seal away any chance to see that dawn!

Free from gods, demons, and haunting nightmares, with its level-10 form unbound, it could scarcely fathom the splendor of such a world—no more bowing to the giants' fickle wills.

The eagle soars unbound through the heavens, the fish glides deep in the abyss, and every soul beneath the frost yearns for liberty!

No soul can predict the shape of this new world; it might echo old errors or brim with vibrant possibility... but the Worm Lord felt certain that this stale, unchanging realm of billions of years had exhausted its allure.

So, to hell with pride!

Today, it would heed its innermost desires, just as it had clawed its way from frailty to power, all driven by the raw urge to survive!

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

"I submit to you willingly!"

The rotund youth abruptly knelt low before Levi, prostrating fully in allegiance, his gaze alight with eager hope and eased tension.

Levi flicked his fingers, summoning the silhouette of the round table.

From the void's depths, a red-robed figure emerged, hands clasped behind its back, eyes holding an ancient, enduring depth.

Blazing Sun God Wizard Edmund.

The Worm Lord glanced upward, its posture rigid with unease.

"Swold offers greetings... to the Grand Council Chairman!"

Edmund grinned and responded:

"I'm glad you've embraced survival. As long as life endures, a spark of possibility remains, right? Perhaps after my end, after Levi's, your moment might arrive, letting you guide the Nora Civilization."

The Worm Lord's pulse quickened, and it let out a wry laugh:

"I harbor no such ambitions; survival alone is my goal... I yearn to behold the new world Sir Levi described, and I'll labor toward it. With death looming either way, I'd sooner fall pursuing tomorrow than choke and vanish here today."

Edmund chuckled and added:

"Relax, that was mere jest. Levi will oversee your path from here. You'll aid him. Prove your worth through deeds, and I can grant you a supreme seat amid all of Nora's people.

Welcome to Nora!"

He reached out with his right hand, clasping the Worm Lord's soft, pale palm in a firm shake.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

The Worm Lord repeated its gratitude thrice.

It had never dreamed of gaining entry into the Nora Council; it had always viewed itself as Nora's eternal foe since aligning with the Council of Ten Thousand Clans, their paths irreconcilable.

Edmund's form faded away, and Levi stated: "Sir Swold, to ensure our mutual security, I must employ unique methods to bind you—please comply... In due time, I'll remove the constraints myself."

As a level-10 powerhouse, the Worm Lord demanded enslavement via Black Emperor’s Enslavement for Levi to merge safely; otherwise, any change of heart or sabotage could spell disaster.

For a being of level-10 stature, neither Excalibur nor the Council of Ten Thousand Clans' pinnacle artifact, the Covenant Sword, could compel submission. Levi's sole recourse was the Black Emperor Dragon’s Enslavement, a supreme force!

The Worm Lord bared its consciousness, welcoming the Black Emperor Dragon Power to seep into its Heavenly Spirit Cover. After a sensation beyond words, it reopened its eyes, fixing them on the figure ahead.

"Master! Swold stands ready to serve!"

"Come, lead me to your world first."

The Black Water World sprawled as a vast domain, far exceeding Ancient Banyan Fairyland in scale; much like the Black Swamp World, it brimmed with toxic mists and hazes, hostile to ordinary beings yet ideal for Zerg with unique demands, exotic species, and the like.

Home to scores of Extraordinary Clans, boasting hundreds of experts at level 6 or higher, all bound as the Worm Lord's kin or retainers—none reached level 9; they had dispersed in flight when the Council of Ten Thousand Clans collapsed, leaving only those tied to the Worm Lord's duplicates behind.

Levi dispatched Mana to probe the terrain.

"What do you think? Is integration feasible?"

"Absolutely, though a world this immense might demand a century."

"Time poses no barrier; I can bide it, using this as a secluded haven for a hundred years of seclusion. Once fused, you'll likely reach level 9, correct?"

"Without doubt."

Levi inquired further:

"Swold, is this location known to others?"

The Worm Lord assured:

"Master, fear not—this hideaway is profoundly concealed. Absent the insect shedding and your Supreme Advanced Perception, detection is impossible. I've called back every duplicate; they'll stand watch here as well."

"No delays—let's commence!"