Throne of Magical Arcana

Every legendary expert had the ability to influence the environment around them. When they were shocked and suspicious, the atmosphere was naturally as frozen as the ocean before a storm, depressing and gloomy. An unimaginable storm might burst out at any moment.

The six arms of the dark legendary knight emitted cold, sharp brilliance, as if they were six legendary longswords themselves. The octopus head of the Spirit Absorber raised its tentacles, as if it were playing the piano of mind in the sky. The middle-aged man who looked more like a necromancer and a vampire than a dragon squinted, with crimson scales growing on the forehead, the face, and the hands. The Demogorgon of Eyes stared at Lucien with its every eye.

It was not because they were making a fuss and lost the calmness as expected of legendary experts. It was because the seemingly handsome and harmless young man before them was too famous. The legendary experts that he killed in the past few years were perhaps more than what most people killed in their entire lifetimes. None of the unintelligent specters, the manipulative spirits, or the Demon Lords and the legendary knights were weak creatures at somebody else’s mercy. They also blamed the death of Congus on Lucien.

Also, more importantly, even though Lucien Evans was not the one who gave a fatal final blow, his appearance often meant the death or decline of legendary experts, such as Lankshear, the former Prince of Demons, Harex, or the incarnation of the Lord of Hell in one of his arrivals. The names that were more astounding than those killed by himself made the intelligent creatures in the Dark Mountain Range respect Lucien Evans as “Embodiment of Misfortunes” and “Disaster Bringer”.

Therefore, after seeing Lucien Evans in such an important meeting where everybody might burst into a fight, they couldn’t help but feel that their blood was running fast. Who would be the unlucky guy?

Lucien pushed his monocle in confusion under the eyes that could’ve collapsed a radiant knight. Even though they were vigilant of a strange top legend, they shouldn’t have behaved so obviously, should they? If they did not want any outsider to attend, they could’ve said it out aloud. Why were they glaring at him so angrily? Did they still want to talk to him nicely in the future?

With a shallow smile, Fitia said, “Everybody, this is Mr. Lucien ‘Atom Controller’ Evans. He happened to be in the Dark Mountain Range visiting a friend. After he learned that we are about to hold an important meeting, he decided to come to attend in order to learn firsthand information.”

Seeing Fitia’s attitude, the legendary experts on the spot contained themselves and did not ask who invited Lucien.

The sorcerer whose whole body was covered in a black cloak said with a hoarse voice, “Are you here on behalf of the Congress of Magic?”

“Although it’s my personal decision, I represent the will of the Congress as a grand arcanist,” Lucien said ambiguously.

“Hehe. A grand arcanist…” The sorcerer of ancient heritages did not seem fond of the term “grand arcanist”.

Fitia chuckled. “Ogre, admit it or not, every sorcerer who has obtained the title of grand arcanist can’t be any worse than you.”

The sorcerer of ancient heritages was Ogre, the Umbral King, who was adept at shadow, darkness, curse, illusion, and other spells. He was merely a level-two legendary sorcerer when the Magic Empire collapsed. Therefore, Fitia, who was senior to him, mocked him rather straightforwardly.

Lucien glanced at Fitia in surprise. She did not seem to reject arcana too much, but she had unmistakably expressed her dislike of arcana… No wonder she always gave a contradictory feeling.

“Hehe.” Ogre stopped talking. Although he was of the same rank as Fitia now, he was still rather scared of Fitia, who knew more mysterious spells and rituals and who had transformed into a vampire.

Fitia pointed at a glamorous chair that looked like a black throne. “Mr. Evans, you will be seated here.”

That chair was at the last row of the legendary members of the Dark Congress. Further behind were the followers of the legendary experts.

Lucien nodded and did not object. From their early conversation, he knew that Fitia was not a member of the Dark Congress; she was attending the meeting as Dracula’s “subordinate”.

At this moment, the experts of the dark world moved their eyes back and looked at each other. Cracking sounds immediately burst out in the air, and tiny sparks leaped out. They seemed to be engaged in undisguised communication of the mind.

Ogre said angrily, “Perhaps Dracula is conspiring with the Congress of Magic. That explains why he is so confident in trying to unite us.”

“Dracula works with the Congress of Magic?” The Demogorgon of Eyes waved the tentacles of little eyes. Of all the legendary members of the Dark Congress, other than Ogre, Dubenal, and the few primordial dragons who loathed the Congress of Magic, Dracula and Danisos were among the people who disliked arcanists most. After all, they had been suppressed by the sorcerers because of their internal strife in the Magic Empire.

The Elder Mind sneered with a mysterious voice, “With enough interests, why wouldn’t Dracula work with the Congress of Magic? If he is indeed working with the Congress of Magic, and Douglas and the top legends are hiding in the dark, what are you going to do? Do you oppose or concur?”

The Elder Mind was not a real legend but merely a representative of the “Mastermind” of the Spirit Absorber. That monster who was hiding in the deepest part of the Dark Mountain Range never left his lair, and most of the experts who fought him had been either killed or enslaved. Therefore, even Dracula and Danisos would not piss him off easily. They had no idea how strong he was exactly.

Every time the Dark Congress had important issues, or it was the turn of the “Mastermind” to watch over the Valley of Fiery Stone, he would send out an “Elder Mind”. By controlling the mind, soul, and body of the subordinate, he would make his puppet legendary.

Therefore, the Elder Mind spoke for the mysterious “Mastermind”. The legendary experts on the spot fell silent. If that were true, what should they choose?

Thinking about that, they shifted their focus to Lucien again, as if they were trying to obtain something from him.

Black short hair, handsome face, deep eyes, and fashionable clothes. The more the experts like Ogre watched, the angrier they became. A boy whose age was only a fraction of theirs was not a top legend!

Although most of them kept their appearances young, the vigor in Lucien’s soul was not something that they could simulate. It clearly indicated his youthfulness.

Sensing the concentration of spiritual power and consciousness domain, Lucien chuckled unhurriedly and snorted as a way of greeting.

The snort came at such a perfect moment that thanks to his demiplane, a scorching, dazzling fireball suddenly appeared in Ogre’s senses. It shined before them like the sun!

In grunts of pain, Ogre and the rest of them moved their senses away from Lucien’s body. However, they were not infuriated but clearly realized that the young man was indeed a top legend. No matter how young he appeared, he was still a top legend who was much stronger than them. He was one of the strongest regular powers of this world!

In the meantime, they thought of the legendary spells that Lucien revealed; Advanced Time Stop, Luxury Cracking, Eternal Blaze, and Snow Goddess’ Forgiveness… When those legendary spells were combined, if they did not have the supernatural abilities or items to resist “Time Stop”, even a level-three legend would’ve been instantly killed!

Which legendary experts on the spot dare say that they could resist one round of Lucien’s attacks?

Except for the mysterious and terrifying “Mastermind”, Ogre probably would’ve been the only lucky dog, because Lucien Evans did not seem to have spells that could directly destroy the phylacteries like “Light of Judgment” or “Fateful Meteor”. But of course, things would be different if he carried his wife’s “Sword of Truth”.

After slightly awing the experts of the dark world, Lucien waited patiently for the meeting to begin and for Mr. Rhine to arrive.

“Evans?” Stanis, the King of Nightmare, saw Lucien the moment he was teleported to the valley. “Why are you here?”

“I’m here to greet Mr. Rhine and see how the meeting goes.” Lucien did not cover his purpose.

The King of Nightmare still looked like a common middle-aged man, but he was covered in a mist under the perception of Lucien’s top legendary spiritual power, as if he were a dream that nobody could see through.

Casting “Whispering Wind”, the King of Nightmare asked solemnly, “What’s the intention of the Congress? Do you want to see Dracula succeed in uniting them, or do you want him to fail?”

He asked the Congress of Magic’s stance.

Lucien smiled. “Either is fine. For the Congress, there is barely any difference.”

Of course, Lucien personally did not have high hope in that.

The King of Nightmare nodded and stopped asking about that. Instead, he discussed “psychology”, which had only grown popular in the Congress during the past decade, with Lucien. “I believe that the analysis of dreams is also a kind of psychology. You’ve paid too much attention to the results of actions…”

“Dreams are prone to the interference of too many irrelevant factors…” Lucien was rather interested in psychology too.

During their discussion, the legendary experts of the dark world came one after another. Except for Dubenal, they were all shocked to see Lucien sitting in the rear.

After a while, Natravos, a legendary sorcerer known as “Lord of Abyss”, and the Silver-Eyed Count were the only two participants who hadn’t arrived. At this moment, the bright sky of the Valley of Fiery Stone became dark due to an enormous creature that was flying above the area.

It was an elegantly-shaped dragon, whose whole body was in gray. Scales covered his body, including the eyes, like hourglasses. Circles of blackness that resembled annual rings could be found on his body, marking the passage of time.

Cold, indifferent, and slow, but never to stop. That was exactly the feeling that Danisos, the primordial dragon of time, gave. If one were to observe more carefully, they would discover that although his scales seemed lackluster, a layer of light seemed to be floating on them all the time.

Around Danisos, time and space overlapped naturally. When rays of light illuminated it, the sky seemed to be snowing.

“The meeting begins now. Those who are late will be informed of the result.” Danisos opened his wings and looked down.

His voice was more solemn than ever.