I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 277 The King of Darkness
Char bid farewell to Tony and left the school. As the second method that directly reaches the "root", the difficulty of its research is also beyond doubt.

The time it takes will also be very long, but Xia Ya has time to sort out what he has learned for the time being.

And during this period, he can also gather the rest of the power of destiny.

He went straight to an unknown island deep in the Atlantic Ocean.

This place is not on the map of any country, and no one has discovered it even after the opening of the Great Discovery Age.

There are no indigenous people here, only some birds and some pheasants living on the island, and many tropical plants grow.

But it is such a deserted place, but there is a very huge fortress.

The fortress seems to be made of stone bricks, but magic runes are engraved everywhere.

This is a prison, specially used to detain magical criminals.

The reason why the address is chosen here is because the magic here is the thinnest place in the whole world.

Even if magicians have their own magic power, living in such a magic-free environment will gradually lose their magic power.

So many magicians guarding here need to change shifts in time.

Although it has only been more than 40 years since Shaar officially created this magical world.

But the number of magicians imprisoned in this cell is quite a lot.

After having the ability far beyond ordinary people, the inner ambition will also breed.

Of course, a large part of the reason is that many black magicians headed by Gayward were imprisoned here.

The structure of the fortress is very similar to when Shaar went to see Ivan VI before. The castle is a tower structure, but it is taller.

Inside the dark fortress, only some small windows at the top projected a beam of light. Under the effect of the Tyndall effect, it seemed that the dust was lit up.

Surrounding the scattered beams of light is a deep and cold darkness.

In the tower on the west side of the sea, an old man wearing a white prison uniform, with loose hair and a bearded face, is sitting quietly on a rock. Through the messy white hair, one can see A pair of bright and ambitious eyes.

The space in the tower building is not large, and there is only an iron gate leading to the outside world.

There are even two magicians on guard here.

But suddenly, fine black sand drifted in through the window with the breeze, and the two magicians directly fainted on the ground, almost without any resistance.

The old man seemed to have noticed something, raised his head, and the closed iron door slowly opened, and through the iron bars, he saw Shaar standing behind the door, and the magician falling under his feet.

Looking at the existence he hadn't seen for decades, Gayward opened his eyes, but quickly regained his emotions.

His eyelids were slightly closed, revealing a slight smile.

"It's been a long time, Professor."

Shaar stood outside the iron gate and looked at him quietly, and he said after a while.

"You've changed a lot."

"But you really haven't changed at all." Gayward said with emotion, "Aibus told me that you are in a completely different realm from us magicians, and now it seems that this is indeed the case."

"You are much tougher than before." Xia Ya said softly, "I am willing to be locked up in such a place for so many years."

He grinned slowly.

"That's not what I want."

Shaar shook his head, "If you think about it, this place won't be able to lock you up."

Gayward narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You're waiting, waiting for the best moment.

After you are imprisoned, the Magic Association will naturally reduce its vigilance against the witch party headed by you, allowing your subordinates to break up into pieces and continue to grow.

And, you're waiting, too, for Arthur's death, right? "

Xiaya said to himself, "Although few people know about it, you actually fought against Arthur the Great in the past, and you were seriously injured and endangered.

That's why you were captured by Martin.

You need a quiet place to recuperate. There are many people from your organization here, so you have to find a way to rescue them.

Besides, you're terrified of Arthur."

Gayward said with emotion as a faint light shone in the depths of his dark eyes covered by his hair.

"He should be regarded as one of the most powerful existences I have ever seen in my life."

He looked at Shaar, grinned slowly and said, "So... are you here to reprimand me, Professor?"

After Xiaya was silent for a moment, he continued.

"Arthur is gone."

Gayward's pupils contracted slightly, "Who killed him?"

As someone who has faced the sharp edge of Arthur's holy sword, no one knows Arthur's ability and state better than him. It is impossible for him to pass away at this time
"Himself." Shaar said.

Gayward fell into silence, and after recovering, he murmured softly, "Yeah. He himself, who else in this world can kill him except himself?"

"Why did you tell me this news?"

"Even if I don't tell you, you will still receive this information tomorrow, and this is not unheard of news in Britannia.

There is a bottom-up revolution in Britannia. In the near future, there will be no nobles in that country, the empire will be buried in the dust of history with the death of Arthur, and the country will move towards a republic. . "

Char quietly watched Gayward.

"But I think even so, you won't give up your purpose, will you?"

Gayward did not speak, his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult for people to see what was in his heart.

"I'm a little curious." Shaar said slowly, "What is your purpose? I want you to realize it even if you resist the rules I made."

Gayward was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the small window on the top projected rays of brilliance, half of his complexion was illuminated by the sunlight, while the other half was hidden in shadow.

He raised his head slowly.

"I have no intention of rebelling against your rules, but I think magic should not be divorced from human civilization itself.

Is the witch hunt really only happening because the upper class is behind the scenes?
I don't think so.

More, because of ignorance.
I don't understand, we obviously have a higher level of wisdom, why do you want to separate magic from the human world? "

Shaar spoke slowly.

"Based on the situation in this world, there must be a small number of qualified magicians, and a group of strong people with a huge gap with the weak will inevitably lead to absolute oppression.

The magical empire you want to create is nothing more than a group of nobles who are more powerful and more difficult to resist. "

"You can set the rules for the wizarding world, and so can I," Gayward said.

Shaar didn't say a word. After a while, his eyelids closed slightly, and there was an imperceptible and meaningless smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Then let's go and see
You young people have your own choices and I will not interfere. "

There was a little light in Gayward's dim eyes.

"I have one last question to ask you"

Char stared at Gayward, and said slowly.

"Do you hate humans?"

The sunlight shining through the small window was blocked by the clouds, and his face was completely shrouded in shadow.

Under the shadow, he was silent, without words.

And Xia Ya didn't continue to ask, but murmured slowly.

"I hope you can find your own way too."

Then, it disappeared in place.
For a while, the entire prison fell silent, leaving Gayward in deep thought.

Aibus obtained some kind of "permission" from Char, and at the same time, Char's arrival also gave Gayward some kind of "permission".

After an unknown amount of time, the two magicians also woke up leisurely. Then, they saw the opened iron door, and their faces turned pale.

They know exactly what kind of existence they are guarding.

A few years ago, the entire wizarding world was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness and fear because of the Dark Lord.

They took out their magic wands from their bodies in a tacit understanding, and looked into the tower through another iron gate behind the iron gate vigilantly.

Gayward, who was wearing a prisoner's attire, was still sitting there, the sunlight projected from the top window hit his face, his white beard and half-length hair didn't feel dirty, on the contrary, they glowed with a kind of brightness of gloss.

His hands and feet were bound by special magic props, which were written by Martin William, the current president of the Magic Association, and Tony's student.

Also because he was bound by magic props, he could only sit here cross-legged all the time.

Seeing that the situation was normal, the hanging hearts of the two magic guards were also slightly relieved.

They took a sneak peek at Gayward, and one of the magicians said, "Is he really the legendary Dark Lord? He looks like an ordinary old man."

"The Magic Association cut off his tongue when they caught him, and now he can't even recite spells," another magician said.

During their conversation, under their gaze, the pensive Gayward slowly raised his head, and the various chains on his body made crisp sounds with his movements.

Those deep eyes quietly looked at one of the two magicians.

His eyes are very deep, and the black eye occupies a large part, but the pupil exudes a strange shimmer, which is a shimmer visible to the naked eye, not a metaphor.

Although the other magician was not watched by these eyes, he also felt an inexplicable chill covering his body, which made him shiver slightly.

He immediately prepared to close the heavy iron door outside as well.

But the next moment.

"Pfft!"

With the sound of the blade piercing into the flesh, the magician's pupils suddenly shrank into a little bit, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the friend who was still talking to him in disbelief, and at this moment he grabbed the knife that pierced his chest. sharp edge.

"you……"

He seemed to want to say something, but he saw that the man pushed the blade inward a little, his eyes gradually became loose, and finally he lost his voice completely.

The man was extremely calm after killing someone, searched the magician, took out a key, and untied the iron fence.

Gayward slowly stood up from the ground and walked out of the cell where he had been in for several years.

The man directly half-kneeled in front of Gayward and lowered his head, and his face began to change accordingly.

Before, he was a young mage in his 20s, but now he has become a middle-aged man in his 30s with a bald head.

Gayward did not speak to him, but slowly raised his right hand.

The man quickly took out a ring from his body. There was a giant dragon on the top of the ring, so it looked very conspicuous.

He carefully put the ring on Gayward's index finger, then lowered his head again.

The ring is Gayward's spell-casting medium, and in layman's terms it is the wand.

It is Tony's work, made of the human-turned dragon that Hei Lang once killed, with the nerves and bones of the dragon's heart inside.

The outside is made of purified Mithril, which is a top-notch spell-casting tool even in this era.

Presented by Abs.

Gayward glanced at the middle-aged man, "You're doing well, Hasa."

"It is my honor to serve you," Hasa said.

Gayward raised his right hand, and with the release of magic power, all the restraints on his body were untied one by one, and he looked at the magician who fell to the ground on one side.

Continuing to raise his hand, the clothes on his body dissipated and appeared on his body, black windbreaker, black boots, half-length, slightly curly mid-length hair casually draped over his shoulders.

As he stepped out of the cell, the castle's alarm began to sound at this moment.

At the end of this corridor, a group of magicians pushed open the door, seeing Gayward who had lost all restraints, their pupils shrank slightly.

But the reaction was also quick, and he directly raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at him.

Countless petrification, and even the Cruciatus Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses, were released.

All the guards in this prison are basically elites, proficient in black magic and white magic at the same time.

And Gayward stood there, with his hands behind his back, without even raising his hands. The moment the magic was about to hit him, the barrier created by the iron armor instantly appeared around him.

All the magic was redirected by the instantaneous barrier rebound and hit the casters.

It was almost a face-to-face meeting, all the mages were hit by their own magic and fell to the ground, howling.

Iron armor can reflect magic, and spells other than Avada Kedavra can basically rebound.

But most people can only bounce back one type of magic, because every additional type of magic requires twice as much energy.

In this world, besides Gayward, the only one who can achieve this level is Aibus.

He ignored these people, but walked straight forward as if strolling in a garden. Outside was the cell where the rest of the magicians were held.

After seeing Gayward, all the detainees became excited. They stuck to the door, looked out through the observation window of the iron door, and shouted his name excitedly.

"Hognid!"

"Hognid!"

Gayward Hognig is Gayward's full name.

Gayward raised his hand, and all the cell doors around him were opened at that moment, and the cheers became louder and louder.

In front of him, the rest of the magicians stationed in the fortress also walked down.

Gayward still had a calm expression on his face, and under his feet, the faint blue fire light illuminated this dark land.

The flame exudes a strange color, like the fire from hell.

The flames spread from the center of him to the surroundings, and the flames spread over the prisoners released by him, but did not cause any harm to them.

And when the flame hit those magicians, the scorching and terrifying high temperature easily reduced them to ashes.

Under the reflection of the flames, he stepped forward, at a leisurely pace.

It seems that what he is in is not a prison, nor is he a prisoner who is about to escape, but a king, strolling around his territory and listening to the cheers of his subjects.

With the passing of the king of men.

The magic world will once again attract a dark king.
(End of this chapter)