A foreigner's journey

The central hall of Schönbronn Palace is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Even if sixty-six witches are crammed in, it will not feel crowded at all.

The great magician Caspar, who has become a servant of the dead, is directing other Yggdrasil magicians in the final steps of painting the magic circle with special pigments.

At the same time, sixty-six witches from various European countries and famous families took their positions according to the magic nodes of the complex magic circle, waiting for the last moment to arrive.

Marquis Vauban sat high on the throne, his emerald-like eyes overlooking the nervous and busy people below.

There were less than 10 minutes left before the stars were aligned in the proper position. Considering that the special paint used to draw the magic circle would evaporate and lose its effectiveness in a short period of time, all the magicians participating in the ceremony did not dare to make mistakes and nervously accelerated the drawing progress.

They have never seen Marquis Vauban pay so much attention to one thing. If they mess up because of shaking hands, even if they commit suicide immediately, they will not be able to escape the wolf king's accountability. The World Tree and even the entire Austria may be extremely angry. The Wolf King was completely destroyed.

While they were busy, a loud noise suddenly came from the direction of the distant door.

Two magicians, who were already nervous, were so frightened by the loud noise that their hands trembled, and they even made two mistakes in their drawings.

Their hearts dropped, and they subconsciously looked up at the cruel and violent king on the throne.

However, the cruel punishment he imagined did not come. Marquis Vauban stood up from the throne and looked at the direction of the sound with his pair of green wolf eyes with a solemn expression, his sight seemed to penetrate through layers of wall obstructions.

Increasingly intense thunder echoed throughout the Schönbronn Palace, as if a huge monster wrapped in thunder rashly broke into the sacred temple and wreaked havoc.

The witches looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

Only Liliana Granicar is aware of it. She is the next head of the ‘Bronze Black Cross’, one of the Italian elite magic groups [Seven Sisters]. She has extremely strong spell power and psychic vision talents.

Through her spiritual vision, she could vaguely see an unimaginable huge thunder approaching in the boundless black fog. Every time the thunder took a step forward, it would gradually become closer to the human form. Black and white birds hovered around the human-shaped thunder. All around, they were loyal but did not dare to get too close.

Whenever thunder passes through the black fog, a large number of black stones will be smashed, burned and crackling.

Soon, the humanoid thunder came to the door of the hall where the witches were.

At this time, the appearance of Thunder has become the same as that of human beings, and Liliana can even look into the eyes of this great existence through the layers of lightning.

Ah, what a terrifying and huge spell power this is! Just by looking at her, the magic power all over Liliana's body began to uncontrollably agitate.

She let out a soft cry and was forced to exit the spiritual vision state, with some blood stains at the corners of her eyes.

Not only her, there were four shrine maidens at the scene who were also screamed and knocked back to their original form from the spiritual vision state, including Yuri Banriya.

At this time, the rolling thunder and screams in the corridor outside the door suddenly subsided, and both the hall and the door fell into an eerie silence.

Kick! Kick! Kick!

The door of the main hall was knocked three times rhythmically.

None of the magicians in the hall dared to move and could only turn their attention to the Marquis standing in front of the throne.

Marquis Vauban straightened his collar and wiped his meticulously combed silver hair before saying in a deep voice:

"Open the door and welcome our distinguished guests."

Upon hearing this, the magicians hurriedly opened the door, and then looked at the tragic scene in the corridor outside the door in shock.

The originally luxurious and gorgeous grand cloister of Schönbronn Palace has been changed beyond recognition. There are black burn marks and smoke-emitting potholes everywhere, as well as mutilated dead bodies everywhere. The magician who opened the door couldn't even identify the corpses of his colleagues because the death conditions were so miserable.

In front of the door stood a young man with black hair in a trench coat. Behind him stood Christina the 'Hell Bird' and Solon, the Silver Owl's staff officer. These two great magicians are quite famous in the European magic world. They can make such a strong man stand aside with respect. The identity of this young man has already been revealed.

"New compatriots, you can't wait to challenge me as soon as you become the 'King'? If so, then your attitude is too arrogant."

Marquis Vauban walked down the steps of the high throne step by step, his tone flat:

"You picked the wrong place and time."

"Really? I think it's just right."

Heather looked around and raised her eyebrows: "I am very interested in the ritual of summoning the God of Disobedience. If you are interested, you will naturally come and take a look in person. The way you came in was a bit rude, but I have taught you a lesson, Marquis. Your subordinates, you’re welcome.”

Faced with Heather's provocation, Marquis Vauban couldn't help but grin, showing his white teeth: "Ha... a sharp-tongued junior is quite interesting."

Huge spell power began to appear on him, and many witches trembled because they were forced to see through spiritual vision that the shadow behind the Marquis began to transform into a huge human wolf.

"Marquis!" Liliana suddenly reminded: "The ceremony is about to begin. Do you want to start a war here?"

If the ceremony were held as usual, half of the witches present might die. If the two kings were allowed to fight here, no one with more than one hand would be able to survive!

Which side to choose, Liliana naturally knows how to choose.

After hearing Liliana's reminder, the Marquis' fierce fighting spirit quickly cooled down and he turned back into the wise and elegant old man.

The new king can be beaten at any time. If the ceremony to summon the God of Disobedience is missed, the next time may have to wait another four years.

His pair of green wolf eyes stared at Heather and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"You are so young, but then again, I was about the same age as you when I became [King]. Let's just skip the exchange of names. Are you bringing my former subordinates to me to demonstrate?"

"Look what you said, I was really interested in the ritual of summoning the God of Disobedience, so I came here to observe it. As for Greece, I like this country very much, so I want it."

Heather said with a smile: "I wonder if the Marquis can give up his love?"

Before the Marquis could speak, a careless voice suddenly came from above the ceiling:

"Oh! It's such a grand occasion, let me get involved!"

A triangular hole was cut silently in the ceiling, with a smooth and flat surface. Then two figures jumped down from the roof and landed lightly on the floor of the hall.

"Tony! It's so rude to rush into the meeting between the two kings like this!" the black-haired young man yelled angrily.

"What does it matter? Andre, this is a rare gathering of compatriots."

This is a tall and handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He has a cheerful smile on his face and he smiles nonchalantly: "I came all the way from Italy because I smelled the sweet smell of [battle]!"

The sixth god-killer, Salbatre Tony, is known as the King of Swords!

In the main hall of Schönbrunn Palace, three kings gathered together.