Werewolf wizard

Chapter 143: The Dark Wanderer, the Human Vessel of the King with Eyes but Sees Nothing

In the Storm Kingdom, located on a distant overseas territory.

One of the three major islands of the Storm Kingdom, the most important island in the Mediterranean, the King of a Hundred Islands—Crete, specifically in a tavern in a port town of the Cretan Duchy.

A unique guest was welcomed.

He wore a black hood, his steps hurried, his eyes filled with fear, fatigue, and anxiety. He entered the tavern, trying hard not to attract attention.

But because he was too absent-minded, when entering this tavern with a wooden sign reading 'Nightingale,' he bumped into a burly man.

"Watch it! Buddy," the burly man warned him with great displeasure. "You spilled my drink, pay up."

Inside the tavern, many people watched this scene as if it were a good show.

The person who stumbled into the tavern seemed a little panicked, and a family crest representing his identity rolled out of his pocket and onto the wooden floor of the tavern.

When the customers in the tavern saw the family crest, they all gasped.

Because that family crest represented the prestigious [Phocas family] of the Eastern Human Empire in the past, even now the Phocas family still has some territory in the Nicomedia Empire in the Asia Minor region.

Moreover, many mercenaries and traveling merchants in the tavern recognized this person as the famous Heraclius Phocas, the White Death Knight of the Heretics, a seasoned Grand Knight courted by both the Storm Kingdom and the Nicomedia Empire.

The burly man also knew that he seemed to have offended the wrong person and kept silent with a guilty conscience.

Only, Heraclius Phocas at this moment was somewhat mentally deranged, muttering to himself incessantly. "I killed that acolyte."

"But I had no choice. All the clergy of Hagia Sophia have been corrupted. An evil spirit has entered my body, corroding every inch of my soul… I have tried my best."

"God of Law, please forgive me, my soul can no longer hold on. I killed the person he possessed, and as a price, he possessed me. I thought I was different from others, I thought I was a Grand Knight, I am a noble of the Phocas family, I am the White Death Knight in the eyes of heretics, I would be different."

"But… before the King with Eyes but Sees Nothing, all beings are equal…"

In the next moment, he bent down to pick up the Phocas family crest from the tavern floor, but a pale hand took the noble crest representing the Phocas family before him.

The owner of this hand was the illusion of the Blind Nun.

At this moment, both the illusion of the Blind Nun and Chesia behind her were looking at this self-exiled former Knight of the God of Law, now the Dark Wanderer—the human vessel possessed by the King with Eyes but Sees Nothing—with adoring eyes.

When Heraclius Phocas stood up again, a cold smile had already appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the noisy tavern around him instantly lost all color, turning into black and white.

Everyone in the tavern stood up blankly, as if their ability to think had been restricted. They didn't know who they were, where they came from, or where they were going in the future.

They only felt that everything was… boring, and a heart of indifference filled their hearts.

At the same time, unprecedented dark power transformed into a plague, spreading throughout the entire tavern and entering their bodies.

Inside the tavern, one after another, middle-level lords of the energy world who had already descended, or partially descended, into the Prime Material Plane, walked into this tavern, appeared in front of Heraclius Phocas, and knelt down neatly.

The Blind Nun opened her arms fanatically. "My great King, after more than two thousand years, you have finally broken the seal from the hands of the shameless wizards and the ignorant church."

"You have now descended into the human world at this moment and in this place."

"The era belonging to us is about to begin."

The Blind Nun asked with some anticipation: "Supreme King with Eyes but Sees Nothing, when should we start the second phase of the plan, and what should we call you now?"

A hint of doubt appeared on Heraclius Phocas's face, and then a coldness and contempt that was inconsistent with his previous hesitation reappeared on his face. "You can still call me Heraclius Phocas for now, you can call me the Dark Wanderer."

"This knight's spirit is more tenacious than I imagined. We… beings from another world, have no soul or body. If we want to descend, we must occupy a body and obtain a true soul."

"Therefore, I chose to assimilate with him."

"Now the aura of divine authority permeating the air of the Storm Kingdom is still too strong, so I cannot completely devour his soul for the time being."

"I cannot exert my true power at all."

"For a long time, he will still resist my will, although the time dominated by me is getting longer and longer. But he still instinctively exiles himself, wanting to hide on the islands in the sea, restricting my actions."

"As for starting the second phase of the plan? It is still too early."

"The current strong aura of divine authority is not enough to allow me to summon my true army to this world. The Storm Kingdom and the remnants of the God of Law have not despaired."

"As long as they still have hope, then the Storm God still has faith."

The Dark Wanderer said in a hoarse voice: "I want all the followers of the Storm God to lose hope."

"Let every human being enjoy equal despair. This battle, from more than two thousand years ago, when the gods and wizards were deceived by us and sealed our seven brothers one by one on this continent, we have already won."

"The seal is only temporary, but the Seven Kings are eternal. This world will be controlled by me. And my six brothers will be driven out of this world, and victory will remain solely with me."

"Using the humans of this world to create my new soldiers, and then finding new worlds to invade, destroy, and annihilate, that would be nice too."

"The mainstream wizards may not come back, but whether they come back or not, we must control this world before that."

The Dark Wanderer said to the middle-level lords and high-level warlocks: "I can feel that, more than two thousand years ago, the one who killed me, that special being—the Knights of the Hand of the Gods—who was jointly granted power by the wizards and the gods, still exists silently in this world."

"Therefore, before clearing these last remaining obstacles, we must restrain ourselves for the time being."

"Also, Blind Nun, why in the twenty-one military districts of the Storm Kingdom, has the aura of divine authority in the Southern Serres Military District not only not decreased, but has also rebounded, at least to the level of five years ago."

"Blind Nun, and my… my daughter Chesia, who was conceived in a scheme more than two thousand years ago and born twenty years ago… can you explain it to me?"

The Dark Wanderer said with some disappointment: "The Blind Nun is one thing, but Chesia, my daughter, my father's pride, why did you suffer a setback in the Southern Serres Military District?"

The Blind Nun looked back at Chesia jealously. Clearly, she was just a human produced by borrowing her descendants, but she happened to possess the bloodline obtained by the King with Eyes but Sees Nothing in the ritual arranged two thousand years ago.

It really made her jealous to death.

Chesia knelt on one knee. She understood that even as a daughter, she was just a tool to the King with Eyes but Sees Nothing.

The King with Eyes but Sees Nothing had many daughters in the energy world.

Her special place was only in that she had a large part of the human bloodline.

Chesia said in a low voice: "I am very sorry, Father."

"But there is a reason for this."

"In the Peter territory of the Southern Serres Military District, there is a wizard lord named Sunan Peter. He has repeatedly stopped us from disrupting the aristocratic politics of that place. Even recently, he destroyed one of our strongholds in the Southern Serres Military District."

"He even almost killed an important warlock of the Divine-Human Royal Family who was implementing our plan."

A look of struggle appeared on the Dark Wanderer's face. It was Heraclius hearing the familiar names of the Divine-Human Family and the Southern Serres Military District, and his reaction was to resist the Dark Lord's soul assimilation.

But how could he, a mere mortal, do it?!

The Dark Wanderer asked Chesia: "Is that wizard lord a Forgotten One?"