The Wizard: Starting with the Omniscient Cube

Chapter 125 The Dark Wizard, A Fierce Battle

These people, all of them either second-ring or first-ring wizards, frowned as they looked at the dark clouds and thunder in the sky. Their brows were tightly furrowed, like two earthworms crawling on their foreheads, and their faces were full of solemn expressions.

This is the power of nature, and even a formal wizard wouldn't dare to provoke it lightly.

"What's going on? Where's your captain?" The leader of the Sons of Flame floated on the deck and asked coldly. He was tall and wore a long red robe embroidered with flame patterns. His body was enveloped in dense fire elemental energy, making him look like a giant fireball. He was a middle-aged man with an undeniable air of authority on his face.

"Lord Brega... Captain Kyle has been killed. The culprit was a tall guy from the Turing Tower. His name was Lin Wei, and he was very arrogant." A wizard apprentice reported through gritted teeth, adding fuel to the fire. His eyes flashed with resentment, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"Useless trash, utterly useless. How dare the people from Turing Tower touch my people?" Brega's face turned cold as he surveyed the scene, his eyes like two sharp daggers scanning the crowd until he spotted Dora's small boat.

At that moment, Tower Master Robert floated beside Dora on his exquisite wooden horse. He wore a white robe embroidered with gold patterns, and a cynical smile graced his face.

He also arrived immediately.

Robert easily noticed Brega's gaze, looked back defiantly, and said with a smile, "Brega, you don't actually want to mess with my wizard apprentice, do you? You're so old, what a waste of your life." His lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"Hmph. Wizard apprentices should register their own venues. As for Lin Wei, let him come out." Brega's expression was ugly, his face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Although both are second-ring wizards, Robert, the master of the Turing Tower, has already stepped into the third ring, and is far beyond what he can handle. Even if he is insulted now, he is powerless to retaliate.

"Master, Lin Wei isn't here. He's probably gone to a nearby island for seclusion," Dora said helplessly, her face showing anxiety as she kept rubbing the hem of her clothes.

"Oh, I see." Tower Master Robert nodded, not taking it seriously, his face still bearing that nonchalant smile.

"He's not here; he's gone home to secluded himself," said the tower master, Robert, and then ignored him.

The second-circle wizard Brega was also disgruntled and stopped speaking. He wasn't about to get so angry over a wizard apprentice, but he was still very unhappy. His lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes revealed his anger.

Soon, more and more official wizards arrived, numbering in the dozens. All the official wizards from the entire East Eight District had come. The wizards all looked at the constantly crashing lightning with serious expressions. Some were deep in thought, while others took out parchment scrolls to record and analyze.

They all wore serious expressions, their eyes fixed on the thunder in the sky.

"Robert, you're still so difficult to communicate with and so unconventional. This isn't good for your future development."

Beside Dora's ship appeared a one-eyed wizard in a black robe, speaking in a sinister tone. He wore a long black robe that covered his entire body, revealing only one eye, which gleamed with an eerie light.

This is the captain of the Sea Knight's ship, the organization Lin Wei was previously assigned to. He is a third-ring wizard, the strongest among the wizarding organization leaders present, named Lorther.

Doraemon was dumbfounded. Ever since the black-robed one-eyed wizard appeared, she had felt uncomfortable all over, as if she had fallen into hell. Her body trembled involuntarily, and her face turned extremely pale.

The formal wizards all turned to look; the two had a long-standing feud, a fact known to everyone. Their faces held an air of anticipation, their eyes darting back and forth between the two.

"Lothar, have you cleared yourself of suspicion as a dark wizard?" Tower Master Robert retorted with a forced smile, his lips curling into a mocking grin as he crossed his arms.

"Of course, I am an upright white wizard, Robert, don't make false accusations." Lorther's face was ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and he gripped his wand tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"So what do you think of dark wizards? I heard you know a lot of them." Tower Master Robert's lips curled up into a mocking smile, his eyes slightly narrowed as he glanced at Lorther and continued slowly.

"Robert, I have nothing to do with dark wizards." Lorther was so angry that his chest heaved violently, like an enraged bull. He took a step forward and slammed his wand heavily on the deck. With a loud "clang," the seats on the deck jumped up.

Robert would mention dark wizards whenever he met her, and over time, everyone started to think he was a dark wizard, or that he was somehow connected to dark wizards. The more Losser thought about it, the angrier she became, her eyes filled with anger and helplessness.

"If you continue to utter unfounded rumors, I won't be polite. If it weren't for our old acquaintance, would a second-circle wizard dare to speak to me like that?" Lorther quickly calmed down. He took a deep breath, then slowly scanned the entire room, his eyes sharp as knives. He played with his wand in his hand, a cold smile on his lips, and joked.

The formal wizards who met his gaze all lowered their heads, not daring to speak. Some trembled slightly, while others had fine beads of sweat on their foreheads. The meeting room was so quiet that you could hear everyone's heartbeats.

"I've heard that you're a pawn planted by the dark wizard in our East Eighth District. What do you think about that?" Tower Master Robert continued with a smile, a smile that was incredibly irritating to Loser.

"You need to provide evidence for your statements." Loser's face darkened, like the sky before a storm. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffing out.

"You can speak without evidence; I just have suspicions," Tower Master Robert laughed, spreading his hands as if it were nothing. "Of course, if you're not one, you're not one. Don't be angry. Dark wizards are quite nice."

"You!!" Lorther was furious. He could no longer contain his anger. He waved his wand and floated in the air. A thick black storm surged from his robes and limbs, forming a powerful airflow that caused the surrounding sea to churn.

The black storm formed a giant skull, forty or fifty meters high, with an eerie green light gleaming in its eye sockets.

A dense surge of elemental power shot out from the skull's eyes, drilling towards Robert, distorting the air in its path.