Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3190: 658: Gathering of Dragons (part 4)

The Legendary Profession: [Archipelago Fire Stepper].

The Legendary Demidomain: [Volcanic Tomb of Fire].

This is a fiery expanse, encircled by countless volcanoes.

Shaped like an ancient coffin, it is known as the final resting place for gods and demons.

Its legendary invocation reads:

[When a thousand peaks descend en masse, the land ignites; when the volcano awakens, gods and demons perish!]

This marks the 41st Legendary Wizard chronicled in Nora’s history, registered under the Earth Faction.

Upon hearing the auspicious news, the Three Heroes of Gondor from the astral realm extended their congratulations.

Even the Mountain Knights, currently engaged in tasks within the Star Zone, displayed smiles of satisfaction.

"This young one shows promise.

However, this invocation phrase is rather peculiar."

... Ten years have elapsed.

A battlefield unfolds within the astral world, specifically in the vicinity of the Thousand Hills Countries.

As one of the supreme deities in the astral realm, the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Gold finds himself tasked with the annihilation of the Black Star Worm Queen, a mission he undertakes alongside his subordinate deities, including the esteemed Amethyst Saint.

Within his devoted retinue,

The Purple Crystal Seven Kings have been successively vanquished, leaving only four standing. Furthermore, a significant number of once-divine warriors, transformed from the Amethyst Race, have also dwindled alarmingly.

These were once luminaries of the multidimensional plane.

Witnessing their current state is truly a cause for deep sighs.

It is often said that choices hold greater importance than sheer strength.

A single misstep can cascade into further errors.

The adversary of the Amethyst Saint is none other than the [Myriad-Eyed Worm Queen], a formidable, newly emerged species within these recent years. This species stands as a top-tier powerhouse, its eyes capable of unleashing thousands of Divine Lights.

Its genesis likely draws inspiration from the Thousand-Eyed Titan and the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

The will of the mother nest possesses potent traits for learning and evolution.

This fact is unequivocally demonstrated.

"This frail divine form is hindering my combat effectiveness."

The Amethyst Saint clutches the [Firmament Stabilizer Staff].

He keenly misses his former amethystine body.

The assaults from the Myriad-Eyed Worm Queen manifest as spell-like abilities.

Against his peak self, such attacks would pose no substantial threat.

Now... he can only focus on evading and containing the Worm Queen.

Reflecting on the fact that the Heavenly Chopping Alliance Army has already breached the Forest of Myriad Phenomena, a growing sense of unease grips him. As the leader of the Council of Ten Thousand Clans, capitulation is entirely out of the question for him.

Facing death in battle is still a form of demise, so he might as well embrace the opportunity presented by the astral world.

With the might of the astral world, so long as the Star Ancestor remains unvanquished, there remains a glimmer of hope for a triumphant reversal.

Abruptly.

A beam of golden light pierces the atmosphere.

A Purple Crystal Angel, locked in combat with the insectoid forces, detonates dramatically.

Chaos erupts across the battlefield!

The Amethyst Saint surveys his surroundings, his countenance darkening instantly.

In the distance, the Sea of Ruins recedes as three wizard towers ascend from the earth, establishing a triangular formation that effectively encircles this combat zone. These towers belong to the renowned Three Heroes of Gondor.

The Myriad-Eyed Worm Queen, sensing the unfavorable turn of events, swiftly commands the insect race to fall back.

The Three Heroes of Gondor make no move to impede their retreat.

The Amethyst Saint attempts to flee, but his efforts prove futile.

This is his Divine Domain; any attempt to escape would ultimately lead to his demise.

The remaining warriors of the Amethyst Race rally around him, and an atmosphere of dread and despair begins to permeate the ranks.

The Amethyst Saint proclaims:

"I have waged war my entire existence, single-handedly confronting the Nora Council for untold years, only to ultimately fall into your clutches. Advance, for surely you covet my amethystine form?

This [Firmament Stabilizer Staff] was fashioned from my own Purple Crystal Remnant.

Let us see if you possess the requisite skill!"

Facing the precipice of death, he displays no fear.

Rather than endure the daily torment of anxiety, he prefers a decisive and impactful conclusion.

"Warriors of the Amethyst Race, follow your saint and charge once more!

Do not succumb to fear, for it is merely an emotion born of the weak.

We, the Amethyst Race, remain the mightiest tribe!"

Galvanized by the Amethyst Saint's rallying cry, the warriors rediscover their long-lost aura of confidence.

There was a time when their unyielding fists struck fear into the hearts of all clans.

The multidimensional plane operates as a just arena.

Within its bounds, notions of right and wrong hold no sway.

If one is outmatched, one must face their end with equanimity.

The remaining Amethyst Race warriors unleash an astonishing surge of momentum, breaking forth in three distinct directions. The Amethyst Saint’s elongated staff cleaves through the heavens, descending with immense force!

"Divine Skill—Celestial Descent!"

This single strike unleashes the grand momentum of the cosmos.

It is as if the entirety of the sky is crashing down, an unstoppable force!

The Three Heroes of Gondor maintain their impassive expressions.

Once, they held the Amethyst Saint’s formidable power in high regard.

Now, it is merely a memory.

Gandaph advances a single step.

The potent bloodline of the Ancient God of Chaos surges within him, countless runes flicker into existence, and twelve thousand phantoms of colossal dragons and elephants stride through the air, parting mountains and seas with their awe-inspiring might.

Boom!

The collision between these supreme powerhouses rends the Sea of Ruins for a million miles.

After successfully parrying a blow from the Amethyst Saint, Gandaph declared with unwavering confidence: "You are simply not good enough."

This blunt assessment provoked immense fury in the Amethyst Saint.

He surged forward, his divine power igniting with ferocious intensity.

"Insolent junior!" he bellowed.

Gandaph responded coolly: "Even after achieving ascension, this is the extent of your power."

His right hand tore open the heavens as the ancient, chaotic wizard form of the Old God of Chaos manifested, pushing horizontally.

Even without the aid of Ace and Lord Victor, Gandaph was fully capable of matching the Amethyst Saint.

Gandaph continued his taunts: "You have squandered the pride of the Amethyst Race, which was once your sole redeeming quality... Had you not sought sanctuary in the astral world, you could have carved a significant name for yourself across the multidimensional plane, remembered as a tragic hero.

But now, you possess nothing."

The Amethyst Saint's rage intensified, driving him toward ultimate ascension.

The clash between the Old God of Chaos and the Amethyst Saint erupted with cataclysmic force between the heavens and the earth.

Poignantly, Gandaph uttered each word with deliberate weight: "When the astral world crumbles to dust.

Who will even recall the pawns who fell in this so-called righteous war?"

The Amethyst Saint retorted with fury: "Righteousness? What right do wizards have to claim such a title?"

Gandaph countered: "The victors always pen the pages of history.

We brought an end to the age of gods and demons, ushering all races into a new era.

This is our righteousness!"

The Amethyst Saint was enraged to his very core.

"Preposterous! Utterly absurd!

You are no different from the gods and demons you replaced.

History will not be reshaped by your actions.

In a million years, you too will become like them."

Gandaph stated with grim certainty: "Whatever the future may hold, you will not live to witness it.

Let's conclude this. Both of you."

Gandaph alone found the task of defeating the Amethyst Saint to be quite challenging.

Ace made a gesture, and the Ice Phoenix and Fire Dragon descended, their arrival heralded by piercing whistles.

Lord Victor expertly manipulated the God Execution Sword Formation, tracing the celestial path of the Beidou Seven Stars!

This war, aimed at vanquishing gods, dragged on for a full year.

It continued until the Amethyst Saint's divine power was completely depleted, and he perished from sheer exhaustion.

He collapsed to his knees, his long staff planted firmly before him.

Divine blood stained every inch of the ravaged land, the fallen bodies of the Amethyst Race were scattered everywhere, and the ground was strewn with priceless treasures crafted from purple crystal. Looking around, he was the sole survivor.

Gandaph spoke, his voice carrying a chilling finality: "Rest assured, the Amethyst Race will not be entirely wiped out; after all, the Purple Crystal World endures, and in millions of years, new amethysts will emerge, cultivating spirituality and life.

However, you will not be among them."

With a swift punch, he shattered the Amethyst Saint's skull.

The force of the blow continued unabated, carving a gaping hole through the Purple Crystal Divine Country.

The Fire Dragon emerged, clutching a shard of purple divine fire.

Ace extinguished the lingering divine fire with a pinch, stating indifferently: "Rest in peace."

The Amethyst Saint's life force was utterly extinguished.

His true soul was apprehended by the accompanying King of the Underworld and cast into the Nether River.

Ace meticulously scoured the battlefield, gathering all the amethyst crystals and claiming two supreme treasures: the [Sky Stabilizing Stick] and the [Water Summoning Boots].

The former he planned to have reforged within the wizard tower belonging to his cherished companions and family.

The latter was destined for Elena, who, as it happened, was also in need of a supreme treasure.

The remaining spoils were countless.

Gandaph remarked: "I didn't see the [Covenant Sword] or the [Dark Temple]... It appears the Amethyst Saint offered them to the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Gold. Let's withdraw for now."

This particular battlefield was situated not far from the Ten Thousand Gold Divine Domain.

The three of them were still no match for such a formidable, top-tier deity.

Having concluded their task of cleansing the battlefield, the Three Heroes vanished like streaks of light.

...

[Nora Calendar 4711: Gondor's Three Heroes successfully slew the Amethyst Saint, effectively eradicating the Amethyst Race. With this event, all remaining factions of the Council of Ten Thousand Clans were eliminated, consigned to history.

———— "Nora Epic Volume Four: The Calamity of All Clans"]