The scene before Saul's eyes changed again. The yellow sand, grassland, dark clouds, and sunlight all disappeared.
Only darkness remained around him.
Gradually, flickering points of light and hazy halos appeared in the darkness.
But the main body was still pitch black.
Silent and peaceful, yet seemingly containing extrely powerful force.
He felt himself floating in mid-air, with no force acting on him from above, below, left, or right.
But at the sa ti, he was slowly moving, drifting toward one of the dim halos.
Saul felt as if he had been in this state where he couldn't move or even think properly for hundreds or thousands of years.
He now urgently wanted to move, to see sothing else, to hear sounds other than silence.
So, after this thought arose, Saul felt his speed change.
He was rapidly approaching the dim halo he had been gradually moving toward.
And the speed was getting faster and faster.
"Oh, I suddenly gained a force."
This force gave him acceleration, making the points of light before his eyes quickly turn into thin lines, then into flowing light, and finally even the flowing light disappeared.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out, violently startling Saul who was still trying to approach the halo.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Clark, who had been standing in front of him, now curled up on the ground with his hands covering his face.
Red liquid gushed out from between his fingers.
The volu was so large it couldn't possibly be the blood capacity of one person.
Saul held his forehead, but was actually secretly pulling Penny out from his dream.
The little butterfly hiding in Saul's past dreams had already actively sealed off its five senses. But even so, it was trembling as it returned to the diary.
It seed it would need a long ti to recover.
Saul lowered his arms, still looking like he hadn't fully woken up.
At the sa ti, Pei'er, who hadn't moved all this ti, also suddenly woke up.
Her face was pale, as if she still hadn't recovered from the endless dreams.
But when she saw Clark collapsed on the ground, she stepped forward and grabbed Saul, "What happened? Was it Ophelia?"
"It wasn't ." Ophelia, hiding within Pei'er's body, took the initiative to speak, "It was your little lover who did it."
But Saul shook his head, "I don't know what terrible thing he saw in my dream either."
He wasn't lying.
The dream just now clearly wasn't scary at all.
Lucy in the corner was already stunned.
She looked at Clark still wailing in pain on the ground, then at Saul who looked sleepy as if he had just woken up, feeling her worldview completely overturned.
But Lucy was also a wizard who had seen storms. She tried hard to calm herself down and minimize her presence, while praying again in her heart to her great-grandfather, Lord Alick.
Although praying twice in a short ti would cause so ntal pollution, the fact that a second-rank had actually killed a third-rank wizard with advancent possibilities was too terrifying.
She had to inform her great-grandfather of this imdiately.
However, just as Lucy uttered the first word of her prayer.
Her head suddenly fell off, rolling with montum all the way to Saul's feet.
Pei'er, who had been questioning why Ophelia didn't act, and Saul, who was silently recovering his ntal power, both looked over.
Behind Lucy, a silver-haired man clicked his tongue, "The Borderland is chaotic enough already. Let's not summon another fourth-rank wizard."
After Kist finished speaking, he looked up and smiled at Saul.
But he only glanced at Saul once, then turned to the vigilant Pei'er with a flourish, bowing slightly, "Master, please forgive my presumption. It's better not to let other fourth-rank wizards know about this matter."
Pei'er was stunned, but then understood that Kist wasn't talking to her, but to Ophelia inside her body.
Pei'er's right hand unconsciously lifted, and a small opening cracked in her palm. A drop of red blood flowed out, then rapidly expanded, forming a bloody human face.
This face should have been beautiful, but now it only inspired fear.
As if all the blood in one's body twisted along with it and crawled along the blood vessels.
"It would surprise if you actually behaved obediently." Ophelia's voice carried no emotion, then her face turned to look at Saul.
"Your body harbors terrifying power. Perhaps I should kill you directly here."
Kist, who was bowing, instantly raised his eyelids.
"Ophelia!" Pei'er imdiately shouted.
Saul glanced at his diary and casually shrugged, "If you also want to beco the next Dreammaker."
"Hehe." Ophelia's indifferent laughter rang out, "You should be grateful that it was who discovered all this, not other fourth-rank wizards. For , this world is already riddled with holes and beyond saving. I don't care about one more like you."
This world is riddled with holes?
Saul imdiately thought of the abyss across the continent and the huge waves surging in all directions.
"Could it be that the Tribunal and Stargate Council can no longer stop the abyss's pollution of the world?"
"Or is only Ophelia, as a fourth-rank, holding a pessimistic attitude toward the future?"
Ophelia no longer looked at Saul but turned to Clark, who had stopped screaming on the ground.
The blood that had flowed from his face had now pooled into a large puddle on the floor.
"Finally knows to actively delete his own mories, though it looks like he also paid the price of permanently losing his sight."
Seeing that Ophelia was no longer focusing on Saul, Pei'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She also didn't want Saul to draw the other party's attention again, so she quickly stepped forward and raised her left hand toward Clark lying motionless on the ground.
Although the process completely exceeded her plans, the result was good. She wanted to take this opportunity to kill Clark completely.
Who knew Ophelia would speak up to stop her again.
"No, you can't kill him."
Pei'er sneered, "How is it that when he attacked , you didn't care, but now when I want to kill him, you intervene? What exactly did he offer you to make you willingly bear the punishnt for breaking the contract?"
Fourth-rank wizards who signed contracts also had to bear equivalent consequences for breaking them.
Like a spring—the greater the force you apply, the greater the rebound.
But Ophelia said in a heavy voice, "I've already helped you several tis. If you still die at his hands, then you're too incompetent. As for Clark, he indeed cannot die now."
Kist stepped forward to speak for his current master, "I suppose Clark must have told you so very important information just now?"
Ophelia's eyes showed amusent as she glanced at Kist.
"Heh, there's no harm in telling you."
"The second pillar of the Stargate Council, the fourth-rank of the Glare Family, is about to die."
Whether it was the sorrow of seeing their own kind perish, Ophelia's voice also seed sowhat heavy.
"The Stargate Council only has two fourth-rank wizards in total. If one dies, then the remaining Alick, no matter how strong, will inevitably fall at a disadvantage against the Tribunal with its two fourth-rank wizards. And the Tribunal will definitely take this opportunity to expand their influence. Sky City will find it even harder to maintain neutrality then."
Ophelia's words shocked everyone.
Saul looked at Clark on the ground and finally understood why the three-way balance of power in the Borderland had suddenly changed.
"The Stargate Council wants to promote Clark, making him the new fourth-rank to oppose the Tribunal after the Glare Family's fourth-rank dies." Kist also caught on. He held his cheeks with both hands, pouting as he looked at the unconscious Clark on the ground, "Envious~"
(End of Chapter)
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