Wizard: Gou adds some demon hunting in the Steam Age

"It's so quiet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wakraf ducked into the air, raised his hand and took off his sunglasses, his red and black eyes flashed, and huge light curtains appeared around him.

The light curtain is formed by gray fog, like picture frames, with black and red interwoven patterns on the edges. The gray fog inside slowly wraps around and gradually forms a picture.

"You guys wait here."

Seeing this, Velosa and Ragnar signaled the other wizards to stay where they were, and ducked to Wakraf's side.

Looking at the gradually clear picture on the illusory screen.

The first thing that became clear was a huge island with a city-state surrounded by high walls.

But inside the high walls, the sky was covered in dust and all the buildings were in ruins.

Among the broken red bricks and gray tiles, corpses in miserable state were lying messily in the ruins.

Surrounded by these ruins, a figure wearing a gorgeous red robe, with a beautiful sculpture-like face, was looking up at the sky slightly, as if watching the glory of the two kingdoms in the sky.

"Is it her?"

Velosa frowned slightly, and her thin and old face became serious, "When did she come to the deep sea?"

"Is this the one from the Red Moon Church?" Ragnar looked at the figure and said with some uncertainty: "She seems to have changed a little, her appearance..."

"It's not a change, this is who she is."

Wakraf shook his head, with a hint of disdain on his lips: "She should have arrived in the same container as that old guy in Dawn—Ms. Red Moon."

“But I am more accustomed to calling her ‘Lady Silver Moon’ Sordilina!”

"I see," Ragna looked at her again and nodded: "It is indeed her, the first guardian knight under Lady Night, the one who inherited the kingdom of Silver Moon."

"If it is her, then her location should be the so-called Red Moon Island."

"Red Moon Island?" Velosa sneered, "Even if I didn't search for era relics, I was deeply impressed by that island."

"According to legend, that island is the center of the world, the original sleeping place, and there are countless 'source souls' sealed under it!"

"Maybe others don't know, but as the chief wizards of our respective schools, the secrets we inherit must include this."

"It seems that the 'Red Moon Lady' arrived first..." Ragnar sighed.

"Wizard Ragnar, it's a little early to say this, look over there." Wakraf pointed to the second picture.

"Huh? Ms. Maureen from the Church of Storms?"

Velosa and Ragnar are naturally familiar with the figures appearing in the picture.

Compared to the leader of the Church of the Red Moon, or "Ms. Red Moon," the leader of the Church of the Storm, Ms. Maureen, is more active and will be interviewed by reporters from Cordo Gazette and other newspapers from time to time.

With his outspoken speaking style, mature and charming face and figure, and his status as the leader of the Church of Storms, he has many admirers on four continents.

If she hadn't rarely left the Manuel Yoel Holy Land at the headquarters of the Church of Storms, she would have been the object of many people's pursuit.

Even so, there were still many fanatical worshipers who tried to break into the Holy Land of Manuel Yoel, and were caught and thrown out by the clergy of the Church of Storms.

"Where is she?"

Velosa looked at the figure on the screen and saw her kneeling alone in front of a statue of Lady Storm, holding a covenant in her hand and mumbling something.

"The church." Ragnar said nonsense, and then added: "It shouldn't be the church in the Holy Land of Manuel Yoel."

"Of course I know that. The statue in Manuel Yoel is much larger than this one. Almost everyone knows this."

"It's the Eastern Continent!"

Wakraf frowned and looked at Ms. Morien on the screen. After a few seconds of silence, he said: "This spell was created by me based on the original characteristics of the 'Original Soul'."

"It will only display the extraordinary people in the original world who have the origin of the country and whose strength exceeds high-level legends."

"Um?"

Velosa and Ragnar were stunned for a moment, but they quickly reacted.

"Are you saying that she, like Kimberly of the Red Moon Church, was descended by a clone of a god?"

"It's such an obvious thing, no need to explain it."

Wakraf glanced at them and hummed: "I am more concerned about what Bertolis plans to do."

"She hasn't appeared for a long time since the third era. Even in the last era, when the Church of Storms was threatened by the Sea Tribe and fell into a life-and-death crisis, she only sent a few angels to come."

"This time, she came down quietly. It seems that she plans to obtain more national power. What is her purpose?"

"Given the Church of Storms' undisciplined behavior for so many years," Ragnar pinched the white beard under his chin and muttered, "I think it is nothing more than preparing for her real arrival."

"We all know that the clone container, even if it is blessed with the power of the country, can only surpass the peak legendary level at most, and its strength is not enough to break the restrictions of the Forbidden Era."

"I have some guesses about this." Velosa had a different view and shook his head: "I once saw a record about Bertolis in an era relic."

"After the end of the Second Era, she swallowed a god-level 'Source Soul' and ascended the throne, controlling the two kingdoms of 'Storm' and 'Thunder and Lightning', making the Church of Storms one of the orthodox churches at that time."

"But after that, she rarely showed up, and even many people who knew her didn't know what she was doing."

"But there is a secret recorded in that relic - at the end of the third era, that is, after the battle between Ms. Calamity and the Sun God, Bertolis once came."

"It's just that it happened to be at the stage when the Turing Empire collapsed and the silver moon turned into a red moon, so not many people paid attention to this record..."

"Wait a minute," Ragnar's eyes widened slightly, "You mean to say that Bertolis has something to do with the fall of the Sun God?"

Velosa spread his hands in a very interesting way and said: "Otherwise it would be difficult to explain how Orpheus obtained the second kingdom. Even if the Sun God was severely injured by Ms. Calamity at that time, he could not have captured that kingdom."

"So, Bertolis and Orpheus have joined forces?" Wakraf thought for a few seconds and nodded: "This is very likely."

"So far, except for the Earth Church in the Southern Continent and the 'Ms. Earth' Juanita, who has not shown up for nearly two epochs, the other three righteous gods have more or less traces of their actions."

"Now it seems that Bertolis and Orpheus have probably joined forces. They..."

"Look!"

At this time, Velosa scanned the content on the third screen, and his face showed a rare look of shock.

In the third picture, which emerged from the gray mist, two figures, one large and one small, sat facing each other.

One of them was St. Jobin XV, the patriarch of the Dawn Church wearing a crown and holding a golden scepter.

As for the person opposite him, the three chief wizards quickly recognized her identity - Lady Disaster Tina Lilith Leonard!

"Oh!"

There was a hint of coldness on Waclav's face, "It's really a surprise that these two can sit together."

"Orpheus and Tina, one is the Lord of the Dawn, and the other is the Lady of Disaster - the graveyard filled with malice in the 'Clothes of the World' is really surprising."

As he spoke, Ragnar looked at the two figures with deep eyes, and a golden dial appeared in his eyes, with the minute hand driving the hour hand to rotate rapidly.

The next second, his consciousness crossed the invisible barrier of the world and came to the "River of Destiny" across the endless starry sky.

"Revelation!"

Ragnar's voice is much more majestic. This is not the first time he has used [Revelation of Destiny], but every time it consumes his origin too much.

Therefore, in most cases, he will only use [Prophecy] to briefly speculate on the future direction of something.

He will only use [Revelation of Destiny] when it involves gods or his own safety.

Soon, the two dazzling stars in the "River of Destiny" instantly shined brightly.

The light of one gold and one black formed a sharp contrast, and the slowly emerging picture made Ragnar frown, and a hint of paleness appeared on his rosy face.

However, in just an instant, those two pictures disappeared, and he was also thrown back to reality by the power of the "River of Destiny".

"Huh?" Waklav noticed something unusual about him and asked, "Have you ever asked about the stagnant water?"

"That is the great 'river of destiny', not a backwater,"

Ragna glared at him and continued: "Orpheus should be trying to seize a country. I saw Wei En's figure in the picture, and the 'real' country behind him."

"The conditions for Ms. Calamity's resurrection have not yet been met. She should be hoping for Orpheus's help, but I vaguely saw a smirk from her, and I always felt that someone was going to be unlucky."

"Wei En?" Verosa paused and raised his eyebrows: "So, he can solve the Twilight Sect?"

"At least this is what I saw from [Revelation of Destiny]. It should be that McAllister was solved and the 'real' country was obtained from him." Ragnar nodded.

After hearing this, Wakraf touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "So, the alliance between Orpheus and Tina is a foregone conclusion?"

"Haha, I didn't expect that after the little guy's strength improved, two bastards who wanted to be promoted to Ancient God would take action against him."

"Poor little Wei En, my chief wizard's hand suddenly felt a little itchy."

Velosa and Ragnarok laughed together.

Although they all knew that the brain circuits of the wizards of the Ghost School were not normal, there were not many times when Wakraf got mad like this, and every time there would be an unlucky guy who suffered from his nerves.

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Waklav didn't get mad very often, but the two wizarding schools were among the unlucky ones who suffered the most.

"And the last picture is... Huh?"

Velosa's eyes fell on the last picture, and a trace of doubt appeared on his old face, "Isn't he the one from the Church of the Earth?"

"Who is this?" Ragnar looked at the figure in the picture, looked at Vaclav in confusion and asked, "Do you know him?"

Wakraf also shook his head, his black and red eyes carefully observing the figure and his environment.

The person in the picture is a slightly thin middle-aged man with black hair tied back casually and a handsome face. At least it can be seen that he was handsome when he was young.

He was wearing exquisite aristocratic clothing, and a key set with black stones hung around his neck.

At this moment, he was standing at the window, drinking red wine and looking up at the sky. He was obviously paying attention to the sacrificial ceremony in the deep sea.

"Eastern Continent, in a kingdom close to the Holy Land, not far from Orpheus and the others." Wakraf confirmed his location and said.

"What kingdom?"

"If I remember correctly, it should be the Drake Republic, there... look at that, do you recognize it?"

Vaklav waved his hand to enlarge the last picture, pointing to the wall behind the figure - an eye pattern.

"This pattern... seems to be the Disaster Eye of Lady Disaster?" Ragnar answered uncertainly.

"Somewhat like, but it shouldn't be, the pattern is too twisted, not as angular as the magic eye mark of Lady Disaster."

"Vaklav, you don't recognize it either?"

Vaklav didn't look back, frowned and thought for a few seconds, then waved his hand to wipe away the light screens, saying: "Don't worry about him for now, after the sea is resolved, the three of us will go there to check it out."

Velosa echoed: "Okay, it just so happens that I also want to know what kind of existence it is."

"A hidden god..." Ragnar frowned slightly, "Still in the East Continent..."

The wizards below, while paying attention to the battle on the Silent Island, paid attention to the expressions of several chief wizards.

But seeing them laughing and frowning seriously, everyone couldn't help but feel confused.

"Wizard Sare, don't you want to go over and ask?" Rosa nudged Salvatore with her elbow and asked quietly.

"No."

Salvatore glanced at the three people of Vaklav and said in a flat tone: "Since they deliberately blocked the sound, it should be some secrets that are inconvenient for us to know."

"Then aren't you curious?"

"No, when you become the chief wizard of the school, you will naturally know those secrets."

A look of understanding appeared on Rosa's beautiful face, and she laughed: "Wizard Sare is still confident, I support you."

"What?"

Salvatore reacted, looked at her sideways, and said unhappily: "Wizard Rosa, this is not what a lady should say."

"Sorry, I'm not a lady, I'm just a small deputy chair of the Spiritual Mystic School!"

For a while, the legendary wizards around who heard the conversation between the two couldn't help laughing, and even the few people from the Spiritual Mystic School couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? You can only laugh at me if your strength is only 10% of that of Wizard Wayne."

As soon as these words came out, the scene instantly became quiet.

Even on Luciano's pale skull, three gray vertical shadows could be vaguely seen.

Damn, isn't it boring to compare with monsters?

After comparing strength, we can't compare age.

After comparing age, the gap in strength is too big...