Chapter 380 The Glory Knight for Freedom

As time passed, fewer and fewer practitioners came to this palace, which was tightly shut, and the host came out to preside over this gathering.

The leader of the Hebrews Wanderers Alliance was a female mage. Her robe, embroidered with countless magic scripts and strange patterns, quickly revealed that she was no ordinary mage. Through records in previous books, Shaoke quickly identified her profession: a Word Caster, a ninth-rank special class mage.

This female mage sat down under the protection of over a dozen ninth-rank knights and began conversing with the leaders of other alliances. Shaoke listened quietly, completely indifferent to their discussions. None of this had anything to do with him. Of course, the Blue-robed Mage undertook the main task of fighting for the rights of the wandering practitioners of the Blue Feather Empire.

"Everyone, since we have gathered here, it means we are going to fight those people from the Mage Guild. I don't understand why you are still discussing this." The leader of the Maple Leaf Empire Wanderers Alliance was a warrior, wrapped in a thick layer of golden chains. His originally handsome face was made ferocious by more than a dozen scars. "Kill them all. All interests will be distributed equally regardless of the size of the alliance." The warrior shouted loudly, irritated by the long, tedious discussion.

The female leader of the Hebrews quickly retorted: "What you said is impossible. The final distribution must be based on the contribution of each alliance. Otherwise, with over a hundred ninth-order beings, would we get the same benefits as an alliance with only a dozen? If so, I doubt any organization would be willing to pay a high price for already fixed interests." The female spellcaster's voice was soft, but everyone heard it.

The discussion grew more intense, while Shaoke sat quietly, immersing his mind in his meditation space. His meditation space had changed greatly since he first advanced to ninth rank. The entire space was once again filled with stars formed by magic scripts, and patches of arcane fire burned continuously on the ground. The mage now controlled these flames to scorch the earth, hardening it. The stars in the sky continuously purified mental energy and magic power, projecting them onto the ground to sustain the flames. The golden beasts on the altar howled incessantly, their golden characters falling onto the ground or the space walls, constantly strengthening the solidity of the space. By now, the altar had stored a large amount of mental energy and magic power.

Just as Shaoke was observing the changes in his meditation space, the Blue-robed Mage called him through arcane secret. "Is there something?" Shaoke asked, puzzled. He noticed that the meeting in the hall had ended. "The discussion is over?"

"Yes, Mage Snow Night." The Blue-robed Mage nodded, glanced at those around, and said, "As we discussed before, this time we first face those so-called neutral alliance organizations. No one can remain neutral in this battle." She added, "Now we have to work with practitioners from other alliances to complete the task. I hope you can put some pressure on those who resist." The female mage had just finished when a female warrior added.

"Also, let our so-called allies know that we are not without strength." She looked displeased, clearly indicating that some powerful organizations and alliances had been suppressing smaller ones like theirs during the meeting. Of course, Shaoke was unaware of this and didn't care.

"As you wish." Shaoke nodded, stood up, and asked, "Now, what's the target? I think those from the Mage Guild won't just wait for us to act. I prefer to hunt those from the Mage Guild; they have more people, and I need experimental materials." The mage said.

No one delayed. Forty to fifty nine-rank professionals quickly gathered. These practitioners came from five empires' wanderer alliances, including five ordinary knights and one Glory Knight from the Hebrews, as well as a Star Mage. Other empires' practitioners also had special classes. One Sawuer Empire wanderer alliance consisted entirely of ten ninth-rank necromancers. Their wands were all made from the skulls of eighth-order practitioners, with some souls wailing continuously, looking extremely terrifying.

Outside the palace, a giant teleportation array held some practitioners, while over a dozen Hebrew mages dressed in space mage robes floated beside it. All were ninth-rank existences. In Shaoke's view, these wanderers had paid a great price to fight for a permanent free land.

A flash of white light signaled a team's departure. Soon it was their team's turn. The Blue-robed Mage took out a scroll containing their mission's destination. A space mage examined it and, together with three other mages, chanted a spell, then teleported Shaoke and the others away.

They appeared directly above their destination. As soon as they arrived, seven or eight ninth-order beings flew out from the outpost. Without any formalities, a Sawuer necromancer flew forward and said in a strange voice: "Wanderers, will you join the Mage Guild or our Wandering Alliance? Remember, you have no right to remain neutral. Neutrality means you give up your right to survival." He waved his staff, and countless black souls howled out from it, wrapping around the necromancer.

"Everyone, can you give us some time to consider?" The leader was a middle-aged knight riding a pseudodragon. "We cannot make a decision in such a short time." He stepped back slightly, showing his weakness, hoping the powerful enemy would give him time.

"No time." The Hebrew Glory Knight instantly appeared in front of him, and the ringing from the magic movement was heard. The strange ringing made some of the eighth-order practitioners behind look uncomfortable, slowing their flight. Shaoke also felt a slight fluctuation in his meditation space, quickly calmed by the burst of mental energy and silver light from the altar.

"Wanderers and the Mage Guild have been at odds for so many years. Haven't you considered this before? We only want to hear now: will you join our organization or the Mage Guild?" This Glory Knight was much stronger than ordinary knights, armed with a silver-white long blade engraved with strange characters and purple light flowing, looking dazzling.

Just as the middle-aged knight was pondering, an old man flew up from the outpost below. He glanced at the Glory Knight and said softly, "We agree. Now you can give me the token." He walked a few steps in the air to the Glory Knight, now only a palm's distance from the knight's blade.

"Father!" the knight on the pseudodragon called out softly. "We can consider a little longer." His words were met by the Glory Knight turning to look at the Blue-robed Mage. The old man walked to the Blue-robed Female Mage and asked for the alliance's token, ignoring his son's words.

The Blue-robed Female Mage took a black orb from her robe, along with a golden parchment scroll. "You can look at the agreement on it. If you accept, take this token and drip your blood on it. If not, war will come to your outpost." She added, "We don't need to care about those from the Mage Guild. For a million years, the status of wandering mages should change. I hope you consider carefully."

The old man quietly unrolled the parchment. Soon he read the seven or eight clauses, nodded, and accepted the black crystal orb. Before everyone, he dripped blood onto it. The drop of blood touched the black crystal, which strangely turned white, then showed a purple flame burning a drop of pale gold blood in the center. The golden parchment then wrapped around the crystal, burned briefly, and disappeared, leaving the crystal as a strange golden skull. Then several other ninth-order beings also dripped their blood onto it.

The submission of a small alliance made the Blue-robed Mage breathe easier. It gave her more confidence in the battle against the Mage Guild. She then talked in detail with the old man, descended to the outpost, and took out a huge teleportation array stone slab, which could connect any member alliance's outpost.

As for whether the other party would break the agreement, the Blue-robed Mage and the others did not care. The gold parchment with the agreement and the crystal orb were extremely precious magic materials. Some Word Casters used ancient methods and special spells on them. If the blood-donor violated the agreement, not only would he die, but all descendants with his bloodline would also die. Even his elders, if below twelfth tier, would die.

However, this type of agreement was very strong and safe, but it only worked if the person willingly dripped blood; otherwise, the crystal would not change.

The Blue-robed Mage explained the organization's plan in detail to the old man, then led Shaoke and the others away via teleportation. After they left, the middle-aged knight looked at his father with dissatisfaction and voiced his and others' discontent.

"Father, we didn't have to agree right away. Besides, you have advanced to tenth tier. We have enough strength to resist them." The surrounding ninth-order beings nodded, not liking this coercive demand.

"Resist?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "Fifty nine-rank professionals, more than half of them special classes. How many can you resist at once? That Glory Knight alone—none of you could match him." He sighed, touched his eyes, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, if we resisted, they would kill us all. I saw a mage with the Death Will spell in his eyes." He sighed again. More importantly, the team had a Star Mage. If he released his spells, everyone below eighth tier in the outpost would be reduced to ashes. Even eighth or ninth tiers within his spell range would suffer the same fate.

"Death Will?" an elder mage frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "I've never heard of that spell. It must be a unique spell attack from their organization."

The old man shook his head, changed the subject, and began discussing other matters. They now had to prepare for the possible arrival of the Mage Guild. Although there was a teleportation array for immediate support, relying entirely on others for security was the least acceptable for these high-rank existences.

Shaoke and the others returned to the Hebrew-built palace to find that some organizations had already returned, as successful as they were. Only a few teams had not returned, indicating they had encountered resistance. As Shaoke pondered, the Blue-robed Mage came out of the palace and led their team to the teleportation array again.

"A team encountered people from the Mage Guild there. We're going to support them." She said softly to Shaoke, "Be careful. According to messages, there are nearly a hundred Mage Guild members there. The battle cannot be prolonged." As she spoke, the space mages teleported them to an unknown battlefield.

Two layers of special defensive spells were instantly activated, crafted by Mage Roman and others, with dozens of support spells attached—these were very important for a mage. The Blue-robed Mage also took out the white diamond crystal Shaoke had given her, letting it float around her head to reduce casting time and consumption. The crystal also had the ability to resist pure mental attack spells.

The battlefield was chaotic, but fortunately, their alliance members had identity markers, allowing them to distinguish friend from foe through subtle mental fluctuations.

As soon as Shaoke appeared, he blinked and appeared before the eighth-rank mages. These mages, from many empires, were furiously attacking wanderer alliance members under the leadership of some ninth-rank mages. Shaoke's crown and eyes instantly emitted black light. Over a dozen black rays scattered, striking seventy to eighty eighth-order practitioners. Instantly, the battlefield fell silent—these practitioners were petrified into stone statues and fell to the ground. Only one eighth-rank space mage narrowly avoided Shaoke's attack, having been dodging the combat aftermath of ninth-order beings.

"Destroy everything here!" a hoarse voice shouted. It was a Sawuer necromancer. Amidst a piercing chant, the battle resumed. Now, many Mage Guild members began attacking Shaoke. He cast an ancient command spell to repel some of the mad attacks but was hit by a mental attack. Luckily, a ninth-rank space mage rescued him; otherwise, Shaoke wasn't sure if he would be torn apart. Meanwhile, dozens of black vortices appeared before the necromancer, and knights wrapped in black flames emerged in the air. "Death Knights."

These knights were a powerful summon attack of necromancers. Individually each was eighth-rank, but combined they could face two ninth-rank existences—of course, those ninth-ranks were not particularly strong. Other necromancers summoned undead or cast curses to assist.

The mental attack didn't affect Shaoke much because the black crown emitted a black light that weakened the attack by more than half. The remaining mental attack was quickly neutralized by the altar and silver light in his meditation space.

Shaoke's face twisted as he locked onto a ninth-rank mage from the Mage Guild—the one who had cast the mental attack. He noticed this mage exclusively used mental attacks, causing serious trouble for their team. The mental mage was guarded by seven or eight ninth-rank warriors and mages to prevent any harm.

Touching his eyes, Shaoke tore space and appeared above the mental mage. But before he could step out of the spatial rift, a powerful aura was slashed at him by a warrior. If that aura hit the rift, it could cause spatial turbulence, randomly teleporting the caster or even tearing him apart.

Shaoke didn't care. A white spear as thick as an arm flew from his staff's tip—a main single-target attack of ancient command mages: "Law: Snow Spear." The white spear precisely intercepted the aura, exploding on impact. A great amount of cold air burst out, creating scattered ice shards in a small area.

Seizing the moment, Shaoke stepped out of the rift. Ignoring the attacking warriors, he blinked three or five times and appeared behind the mental mage. The mental mage's staff exploded, sending countless magic scripts and fine threads toward Shaoke. He didn't dodge, opting for a crazy attack—mainly because he had no time. A page fell from his black spellbook, and under his special spellcasting technique that consumed extra mental energy and magic power, with the help of ancient magic scripts, it formed a gray mist that enveloped the mental mage.

Blink. After releasing this spell, ignoring the turmoil in his meditation space from the rapid consumption, Shaoke blinked again to avoid others' attacks. He appeared before the mental mage, who had used a magic item to escape Shaoke's attack, and cast Death Will. The spell didn't petrify the mental mage but briefly stunned him.

By then, the negative effects from the mental mage's broken staff were minimized by Shaoke's black crown. The protectors of the mental mage attacked Shaoke again. He had no choice but to blink away from the area—he couldn't sustain such continuous attacks again. If he hadn't discovered the crown's new function, he wouldn't have taken such risks.

After fleeing back to his lines, the Blue-robed Mage helped him and fed him some fruits. Shaoke then noticed that the mental mage's mental fluctuation had disappeared. His body was shattered, leaving only a head floating. Then a faint figure blinked in the air, and the head and a golden light vanished. Several divine archers shot precious magic arrows to cover the infiltrator's safe disappearance and intercept attacks aimed at Shaoke.