Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method

Arixis frowned, his face filled with displeasure.

“My Lord, please forgive us. We have an emergency. We didn’t land in a normal world but in the legendary Black Sea’s ancient tower…” Goulet quickly explained the situation in brief.

After listening, Arixis’s anger flared.

“Outrageous! How dare they? We, the Children of the Golden Ancient Tree, warriors of the Sacred Realm, have never been reduced to such a state!”

He leaped out of the cryogenic chamber, transforming into a beam of golden light. In an instant, he flew out of the Blackstone, ascending high into the sky.

At that moment, there were still some wizards and factions fighting over the last remaining resources. But in the presence of such a powerful aura, they couldn’t help but tremble.

“Level six… This is the presence of a level six powerhouse.”

“Run! There’s a level six expert in the ruins!”

Arixis frowned slightly.

Golden light radiated from his hand as he reached inside.

The next moment, several purple figures were pulled out, among them was Gal, a level five peak powerhouse of the Amethyst Race.

Gal’s body erupted with violet light, sending out terrifying shockwaves that made the golden light tremble, but they couldn’t break through it.

“Heh, even though I’m not fully recovered, dealing with the likes of you is still child’s play.”

Gal’s face turned pale as he cursed,

“Let me go! We are the people of the Amethyst Saint!”

Arixis punched through Gal’s chest, sneering,

“Amethyst Saint? Never heard of them. In the presence of our Sacred King, what is a mere saint?”

He didn’t kill the Amethyst Race members.

Instead, he conjured golden chains, binding Gal and the others tightly.

He handed them over to his three deputies and the surviving crew.

“Throw them in the Blackstone’s dungeon. When we return to the Sacred Realm, these slaves will fetch a good price.”

After finishing, Arixis looked at the wizards and alien races fleeing in panic.

Golden light erupted from his body, transforming into abstract arrows.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Those hit by the arrows were pinned in place, unable to move.

“Capture them all to compensate for our losses.”

As Arixis finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

He noticed an elderly wizard with white hair, dressed in yellow robes, discreetly throwing out a scroll that looked like an oil painting.

“Everyone, run!”

The old wizard was the leader of the Earth Divine Tower.

The Divine Tower’s level six expert, as a precaution, had given him a level six spell scroll.

He never expected it to be needed.

As the scroll activated, earthy elemental power within a ten-mile radius surged wildly toward Arixis, focusing on him as its center.

Finally, a dense stone sphere with a diameter of three meters floated in the air. From within, Arixis’s furious roars could be faintly heard.

It was clear that this was a powerful sealing spell, capable of temporarily containing a level-six being.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the surviving wizards scattered in all directions. The top wizard organizations quickly boarded their airships and vanished into the sky.

Boom!

Accompanied by the cracking of stone, like the explosion of a small asteroid, a terrifying shockwave swept across the area.

Arixis emerged, his perfectly sculpted body marred with scars and dents.

“A Soul Fighter-level technique… It seems these people are indeed the elite of the wizard civilization; otherwise, they wouldn’t possess such a trump card.”

Arixis calmed down, realizing that anger would be of no use.

Now that he had just awakened, he knew too little about the current state of the outside world. He returned to the Blackstone with the captives.

Rumor had it that the ancient tower within the Black Sea held many opportunities. Unfortunately, the Golden Absolutes Race had never been qualified to enter.

Now, by a twist of fate, they had been drawn inside—perhaps a blessing in disguise.

Maybe here, he could obtain even more resources.

…

On the eastern coast, in the desolate wilderness, Levi observed the situation within the Ancient Banyan Fairyland as he hurried along.

Seeing that no one was around, he used the Circle of Ouroboros to teleport himself thousands of miles away.

After a while, feeling relatively safe, Levi transformed into a blood mist and quickly burrowed into a mountain.

A thousand feet underground, beside an underground river, he found a shelter equipped with concealment, alert, and protective arrays.

The Holy Infant was there, meditating and resting, having been waiting for some time.

“Guard me,” Levi ordered.

He placed the Holy Grail on the ground, transforming into a stream of light and entering the Ancient Banyan Fairyland.

On the great prairie, within the Eight Heavenly Dragon Prison, the Black Lotus Beast raged like a furious volcano, trapped within its confines.

At that moment, it had already broken through five of the Earthly Prisons and was now in the Ice Hell, battling the elusive Wind God model.

Levi scanned the area with his spiritual perception, relieved to find that the three brothers and other transcendent creatures were all safe and sound.

They hadn’t engaged in direct combat; they were merely supporting the array’s operation, so their lives were not in danger.

The only entities directly restraining the beast were the Wind God model and the Thunder Roc.

“It seems the Eight Heavenly Dragon Prison is even more powerful than I thought. Paired with the Wind God model and transcendent creatures, it’s enough to hold the Black Lotus Beast for quite some time.”

“Once I refine the Nick God in the future and combine it with the array, I might even be able to suppress a fifth-circle Perfection entity with a mere flip of my hand!”

On the frozen plains, the Black Lotus Beast shattered the ice beneath its feet, letting the ice arrows strike its body.

It resembled a less refined version of the Crimson Emperor Dragon, possessing unparalleled strength and formidable defenses that rivaled those of sub-dragons specialized in defense.

With no glaring weaknesses, exceptional strengths, and a breath that annihilates all, the Black Lotus Beast truly deserved the title of the strongest sub-dragon species.