Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 513 - 511: The Crimson Legion
Chapter 513: Chapter 511: The Crimson Legion
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To avoid being accidentally discovered, Ivan and his companions moved the Lanque away from the area shortly after they returned. They then stood by, simply waiting for intelligence to be delivered.
They didn’t have to wait long. On the third morning, a sorcerer quietly arrived at the airship.
“Black God Society Level 3 Messenger, Eck Louis, at your service, Master.”
Upon meeting Ivan, the visitor uncovered his cloaked hood, revealing an aged countenance, and bowed deeply, displaying extreme respect.
According to the previous description, this was clearly the inside man developed by Jennie. There was no sign from Locke and the swamp ant’s inside men.
Unexpectedly, Ivan discovered that this Eck Louis was an old acquaintance.
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Back in the vicinity of Pengdala City, near the Black God Abyss, this fellow had already been a Level 3 Sorcerer, just not as aged in appearance. At that time, they had been enemies.
Now, the man had become a living creature puppet controlled by others. Indeed, fortune is fickle and unpredictable.
Ivan was quite satisfied with the choice Jennie had made; such an individual, having long been part of the upper echelon of the Black God Society, must know a great deal of insider information, perhaps even some secrets about the Black Scythe Lord.
“Your visit here wasn’t detected by others, was it?”
“Reporting to Master, I found a suitable excuse to leave, so no one would suspect me,” Eck Louis replied.
Just as they started to converse, Hotter and several others heard the commotion and hurriedly arrived, startling old Eck to the point of almost fleeing on the spot before remembering he lacked Ivan’s command to retreat.
“No need to worry; these are friends. You may get up now.”
Seeing him acting all flustered, Ivan quickly spoke up to clarify the situation.
Upon hearing this, old Eck stood up properly, habitually hiding his antenna-bearing head back under the black hood, reverting to his obscured and concealed outfit.
“Puppets controlled by the String Control Sacred Heart?” Hotter inquired telepathically.
“Sort of. We can discuss this later; let’s focus on the important matters,” Ivan replied offhandedly, then continued to question old Eck, “Tell me, what has the Black God Society been busy with in recent years, and why do you hide in such a remote location?”
“——”
“Talk about the main, significant events; there’s no need to mention the trivial matters.”
Perhaps the question was too broad, or Eck Louis was unsure how to respond at first, prompting Ivan to add.
“Lately, we’ve been constantly selecting direct insect guards for my lord. As for moving here, one reason is to avoid the gaze of other sorcerers, and the other is to escape the harassment of yet another group of sorcerers.”
“Do you know why he’s selecting direct insect guards? Has it always been this way?”
“This actually relates to you. After that initial failure, my lord was furious and initiated a massive internal purge, and most staff were devoured by the black fog of the Black God Abyss. I was fortunate enough to survive.
Later, my lord decreed that we massively expand our forces, and start breeding stronger, direct insect guards—”
Through old Eck’s explanation, Ivan began to understand the situation.
Back when he was a Level 2 Sorcerer, he had caused an uproar at the Black God Abyss and even severed one of the Black Scythe Lord’s black beards. This incident undoubtedly provoked the Black Scythe Lord, who felt that the Black God Society was no longer of significant use.
The Black God Society quickly underwent a purge, and many members became fodder for the Black Scythe Lord.
After the purge, the power of the Black God Society was severely weakened, necessitating a regroup and expansion, hence the advent of “direct insect guards.”
So-called direct insect guards are warriors the Black Scythe Lord aimed to create using his own power and bloodline, in a more direct and brutal attempt to cultivate servants with even greater strength.
However, whether they were sorcerers or other creatures, those who underwent profound insectification often experienced mutations and were prone to losing their sanity.
The Black Scythe Lord continued to be dissatisfied and carried out two more internal purges.
After several years of torment and cruel exploration, a viable breeding scheme for the direct insect guards was gradually settled upon, with the chosen subjects ultimately being sorcerers who practiced the Black Beard Chapter.
The situation was gradually getting back on track.
In fact, the bizarre sorcerer who had been implanted with the Sacrificial Heart by Locke was one of the direct Bug Guardians.
The real direct Bug Guardians had to undergo ‘giant insect transformation’ multiple times; once transformed into a giant insect, they would usually reside in the dark fog of Black God Abyss.
That bizarre sorcerer clearly hadn’t started undergoing giant insect transformation.
“So that’s how it is.”
Ivan couldn’t help but be astounded, not expecting that his previous actions could have such a significant impact.
It was predictable that over these years the Black God Society must have suffered countless deaths and had been in constant turmoil.
“Ivan, that Black Scythe Lord must hate you to the bone, which is a good thing, huh?” Hotter applauded.
“Not necessarily that good,” Ivan shook his head slightly and then asked, “Eck, has your master, the Black Scythe Lord ever been to Danaila World in person?”
“For decades, I have never seen my master come here, he always sent a force projection.”
Old Eck gave a direct negative answer, and his words were quite credible.
Due to the significant personnel changes over the years, he had taken advantage of the situation, becoming one of the highest-ranking officials in the Black God Society; it had to be said that Jenny had an exceptional eye for people.
However, this news wasn’t very good.
The group had already anticipated this, and Ivan continued to inquire.
“Tell us, what’s with the harassment from the other group of sorcerers?”
“It’s the Bloodline Alterators from the Longevity Association; they want to ally with my master, waiting for the right moment to attack the sorcerer world together. My master did not agree, but they wouldn’t let it go.”
“How much do you know about the Bloodline Alterators?”
“Master, we don’t know much about them, but they once promised to heal my master’s wounds, claiming they could cure any injury. My master cursed them for having ulterior motives, and it almost led to a fight.”
Hearing Old Eck’s words, Ivan paused for a moment, seemingly catching wind of some significant news.
“Have they communicated with each other inside the Black God Society?” he asked quickly.
“Yes, I was waiting by the side at that time,” Old Eck nodded affirmatively.
“How did they address your master?”
“Great Commander of the Red Legion, Commander of the Black Beard Battalion, Black Beard Quelaar.”
After being countered by the Sacrificial Heart, Old Eck lost all sense of being a faithful servant to the Black Scythe Lord and readily spilled the secrets about his master from the alien realm.
What an unexpected windfall!
Ivan and the others exchanged glances, feeling as if everything had fallen into their laps without any effort.
However, the name Red Legion was the cause of much concern.
Ivan was aware of this Red Legion, a terrifying force primarily composed of the Insect Race, and it was indeed the most hated force by the Black Scythe Lord of the Red Cloud Realm, without a rival.
In the memory of the Black Scythe Lord, it had been solicited by the Red Legion before, but later the two sides fell out, and the Red Legion seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the Black Scythe Lord, nearly causing severe injury or death.
Even though he had managed to escape, he was left with injuries that were difficult to heal.
When the Black Scythe Lord was consolidating the Elemental Throne, the injuries in its body suddenly erupted, and combined with other factors, led to the Black Scythe Lord’s demise.
Beyond that, Ivan knew no more.
