Chapter 78: Magic Council

In the central region of the Continent, a grand complex of Buildings stood towering.

This is the Council Hall — the power core of the entire Mo Fa Jie.

The Council Hall is not only responsible for managing all guilds across the entire Continent, but also bears the heavy responsibility of maintaining order and sanctioning dark Mages.

At this moment, in the conference room on the highest level of the Council Hall, ten councilors clad in luxurious robes sat around a massive round table.

"Regarding the issue of frequent dark Mage activity recently, we must adopt more severe measures."

Just as the discussion was in full swing, the man sitting on one side of the round table suddenly frowned, his face darkening.

What was astonishing was that this man looked exactly like Gerald, even the markings on his face were completely identical.

His abnormality quickly drew the others' attention: "Zeref, what's wrong?"

Zeref stood up, bowing slightly to the surrounding councilors. "Everyone, excuse my rudeness," he said quickly, "something has come up that I need to go handle urgently."

Finished speaking, he turned and strode toward the Door with long strides, leaving a room full of astonished councilors staring at each other in blank dismay.

Zeref had just walked out of the Council Hall when a figure followed close behind.

"What happened?" A gentle female voice rang out beside his ear.

Zeref turned, facing the woman who had chased after him.

He did not speak aloud, but his voice rang directly in the other's mind: "Ultear, there's a problem at the Tower of Heaven, I need to go deal with it."

Ultear's brows furrowed slightly at this, and she likewise transmitted her voice: "Is it serious? Do you need me to come along?"

Zeref shook his head lightly: "No need, you stay here and continue attending the meeting, don't let the others get suspicious. I'll be back soon."

The moment his words fell, a golden Magic Circle suddenly lit up beneath Zeref's feet. The Magic Circle seemed to have stars flowing across it, releasing dazzling light.

In the next instant, Zeref's figure turned into a streak of golden light and flew out the window. In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished at the end of the horizon. — At this moment, inside the Tower of Heaven, Orochimaru walked to Banjiu's side, reached out and picked up the Great Sword lying beside Banjiu, holding it up before his eyes to examine.

The blade gleamed with a cold luster, the edge sharp as ever, not a trace showing it had undergone fierce battle.

Orochimaru gently stroked the blade, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"This sword is not bad," Orochimaru said in a low voice, "the material is very special."

"You put it away, we can win this battle without you." Fugaku's voice came from behind.

"Many thanks."

Orochimaru stored Banjiu's Great Sword into his Scroll, stood up and was just about to speak when the Wall ahead suddenly rippled with a strange fluctuation, drawing both their attention.

Only to see the Wall ahead undulate like water, and in the blink of an eye a massive Door frame outline emerged.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a dull heavy sound, that Door which had appeared out of nowhere suddenly swung open to both sides, revealing a Passage. Thick darkness surged out from behind the Door, as if substantial, devouring the surrounding light.

And the surrounding Walls manifested rows of Magic Circles continuously pressing toward the two of them.

"Interesting, forcing us to go in." Orochimaru's eyes narrowed slightly, the tip of his tongue lightly licking his lips, his Tone carrying a hint of excitement: "Looks like the game's final boss is about to appear."

"This Passage most likely leads straight to the Center of the Tower." Fugaku said in a low voice, "The core should be right ahead."

"Then let us meet the master of this Tower." Orochimaru's lips hooked into a cold smile: "Hidden Shadow Snake Hands!" The moment his words fell, several White Snakes instantly shot out from his sleeves, like arrows leaving the bowstring they rushed into the dark Passage. The snake swarm advanced rapidly in the gloom, scouting the way while also gathering intelligence.

However, just as the White Snakes were about to reach the end of the Passage, a powerful Energy Wave suddenly swept over.

"Hiss—"

The White Snakes let out a short hiss, instantly turning into green smoke and Dissipating in the air.

Orochimaru's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes. A vague figure could be faintly seen at the end of the Passage, but before he could see clearly, the White Snakes had already been Destroyed.

"Looks like the other party doesn't want us prying too much," Orochimaru said softly.

At this time, the Walls were about to close in before them. Orochimaru and Fugaku exchanged a glance, then stepped into the pitch-black Passage.

The instant Orochimaru stepped into the Passage, his trouser legs trembled slightly. Several extremely tiny White Snakes silently slid out from his trouser cuffs, quickly hiding into the Shadows.

Passing through the pitch-black Passage, the view suddenly opened up. An incomparably vast Room appeared before them. A man clad in luxurious robes sat upon a throne, his sharp gaze fixed on the two of them.

"Didn't expect you two could actually make it here. Congratulations," Gerald revealed a smile and said.

His voice was low at this moment, carrying a hint of playfulness: "Can you tell me why you came here?"

Orochimaru chuckled lightly, answering unhurriedly: "A chance encounter, it can also be considered a game…"

While the two conversed, Fugaku stood to the side, his Mangekyou Sharingan quietly revolving, carefully scanning every Corner of the room, trying to find an object similar to a core.

He noticed that complex Magic Runes were engraved across the entire room, and invisible energy seemed to be flowing in the air.

At this moment Gerald noticed Fugaku's movements, his expression instantly sinking. He abruptly stood up.

"Since you've come here to seek death, I'll grant your wish!" Gerald said coldly, his voice revealing undeniable killing intent.

The moment his words fell, he violently swung his right hand, and a Ripple instantly rose in the air. In an Instant, a black Magic Circle lit up in his hand.

"Boom!"

A thick Light Pillar blasted out from the Magic Circle, heading straight for Fugaku. Where the Light Pillar passed, the air was instantly ignited, emitting a piercing explosive roar.

Fugaku's eyes moved, his figure flickering as he prepared to dodge.

But just then, a ring of complex Runes suddenly lit up beneath his feet. Fugaku only felt his feet sink, as if mired in a swamp, unable to move.

"Bad!" Fugaku was startled.

Watching the Light Pillar about to strike, Fugaku's Mangekyou Sharingan spun wildly.

"Boom!"

A massive Susanoo instantly coalesced into form, blocking before Fugaku. The Light Pillar heavily slammed into the Susanoo, emitting a Deafening explosion. Air Waves rolled, rubble scattered in all directions.

Simultaneously, Orochimaru's hands flew through Hand Seals, a low shout in his mouth: "Wind Release…"

However Gerald coldly laughed: "Want to form Hand Seals? Not that easy!"

He violently waved his hand, and four purple Magic Circles suddenly appeared around Orochimaru. Above, below, left, right, they surrounded him completely. From the Magic Circles shot several black Chains, like spirit snakes they Entangled toward Orochimaru's hands.

(Chapter End)