Chapter 77: The Twelve ‘Heavenly Generals’

Chapter 77: The Twelve ‘Heavenly Generals’

Not long after, the wizards who had been digging ponds, planting trees, expanding new spaces, or adjusting golems in the distance also returned.

While chatting, everyone gathered at the long table in the clearing in front of the circus entrance.

Some boiled water to wash hands, some played cards, and some picked up their wands, took out magic powder, and started preparing food.

The tall and imposing leader of the Gray Gloves, Igner, having nothing better to do, wandered leisurely with his hands behind his back over to his old nemesis Ross’s side, watching him feed the chickens with a smile.

He casually picked up a few eggs, planning to add them to lunch.

The agents nearby, seeing this group, couldn’t help but take out those bounty posters from their robes again. One even crouched down and stood next to Igner, the Gray Gloves leader, studying him carefully for a moment.

“You, you, you are! You’re the leader of the magical rebellion…”

“No, no, no. Wrong person, wrong person.” Igner’s face flushed red as he covered it with his sleeve and went off to shovel chicken droppings.

The agent looked at Ross.

Ross also covered his face, put his arm around Igner’s shoulder, and went to shovel chicken droppings together.

That agent’s jaw dropped. Looking at the wizards before him, each one seemed very familiar.

He believed he couldn’t be mistaken.

But how could the dignified leader of the Gray Gloves, the great Voodoo Demon Marquis and others, dress like old farmers, feeding chickens and ducks, and making compost?

This world…

What was wrong with this world?

Soon, the dark wizards who had been arranging the climate blanket, sun bugs, and moon bugs in the sky all suddenly flew down. Igner and the other one shoveling chicken droppings also walked over cheerfully with their hands behind their backs, strolling casually over to gather around the long table. Each held a strange little booklet in their hands behind their backs.

“Damn it! We agreed, how did all of you finish the homework secretly?!” Ross jumped onto the table and yelled furiously.

In that moment, this old man over two hundred years old was enraged.

Kevin, who had been leaning against the circus entrance sunbathing with a dazed look, heard this angry shout and noticed that someone had appeared at the long table without him noticing—it was the Faceless One.

Kevin’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Kevin finally understood what this mysterious man was really up to here.

He wasn’t just collecting those magics and knowledge that the Ministry of Magic had worked so hard to destroy!

He also wanted to create new things and teach these people a new theory of magic!

Once this theory spread, then wild wizards would also be able to study magic!

He was harming the interests of all wizards!

This evil Faceless One was doing the same thing as Harold and the Dark Lord!

Magic was a gift from the God of Magic exclusively to the twelve ancient great wizards and their descendants, an important tool for noble wizards to maintain the world’s balance!

How could lowly races come into contact with magic!

He deserved to die a thousand deaths!

The thought of those magic-obsessed, beggar-like muggle wild wizards one day becoming real mages made Kevin feel like all the blood vessels in his body were about to burst!

He was blaspheming magic! Blaspheming the teachings left by the ancient wizards! Blaspheming Anthony, the God of Magic who brought magic into this world!

At this moment, the agents were burning with hatred. They all stood up, wishing they could devour this demon alive right now!

But they knew they had a more important mission. Looking at those elementary school assignments in those people’s hands, they felt the future of the world was in their hands at this moment!

They must destroy those elementary school assignments!

“Don’t be impulsive,” Kevin said with a grave expression. “Just destroying these assignments is meaningless. One of us must survive and get out! To reveal Hydra’s shocking conspiracy here!”

[Hm? Want to leave alive?] Louis heard their thoughts. He turned his head and looked at Kevin and the others. A cold laugh echoed in their hearts: [It’s simple.]

At that moment, the agents all knew what this terrifying demon wanted to say. Their eyes red, they raised their wands, ready to die with honor.

[As long as you lose to me, you can leave.]

“Hmph, Faceless One, that’s what you said… wait, what did he just say?” Kevin looked at the agent beside him, confused. The other agents also exchanged bewildered looks.

[I said, as long as you lose, you can leave.] Louis glanced at a weekly list; he still needed five ordinary wizards. These twelve agents would do.

As he spoke, Louis began walking step by step towards the agents.

“Hah, you’re too arrogant, Faceless One, though you do have reason to be. Fine, as long as the twelve of us can defeat you and survive, you’ll let us go… Wait, Ross, what are you all doing?” Halfway through his speech, Kevin and the others were suddenly dumbstruck, staring at the dark wizards behind Louis who had suddenly started fighting fiercely.

Louis also looked back somewhat surprised.

Amidst the terrifying magics chanted by those dark wizards, the agents felt utterly bewildered.

“Boss! Boss! I can lose! Let me go out for some fresh air, I’ll definitely lose! — Living Burial!”

“Bah! Cardi, you call yourself a carpenter? You shame the ‘Wandmaker’ title, and you still want to lose to the boss? You’re not worthy! — Ghostly Horde!”

“You dare say that? Self-proclaimed hunter ‘Dragon Hunter’? You shameless fool! — Soul-Searing Flames!”

“—Withering of Hell!”

“—Praise of a Thousand Demons…”

Kevin and the others knew these chanted spells were ancient dark curses, each more terrifying than the last. Any one of them, if known, would make Warden Polst scream in fury and throw the dark magic researcher into the deep Magic Prison.

The dark wizards before them had ferocious expressions, fighting relentlessly, using their signature moves right away, eager to kill their opponent with one strike, to crush their bones to dust—Kevin thought maybe it should have been like this long ago, as these twelve individuals all had some grudges against each other.

Back when the Dark Lord tried to gather them, he failed. If not for the need to deal with the Faceless One, suspected to be sent by the Ministry of Magic, they likely wouldn’t have formed a temporary alliance.

So them fighting each other at any moment wouldn’t surprise Kevin and the others.

But the weird thing was, what shot out of these dark wizards’ wands were all fireworks, flowers, and streamers.

Are you all insane…?

Are you insane?!

Kevin and the others stared blankly towards the long table—it was like a celebration party!

They weren’t mistaken; those dark wizards were indeed setting off fireworks!

Yet they were fighting with utmost seriousness and fervor. It was as if they were unleashing their ultimate techniques, completely ignoring the streamers shooting from their wands.

In this bizarre spectacle, Kevin sensed something was wrong.

It seemed in the eyes of these dark wizards, what they were casting were actual dark curses…

But they showed no sign of realizing something was off with themselves…

A sudden realization exploded in Kevin and the others’ minds. They all widened their eyes and looked at Louis.

“Ahem, my apologies for the embarrassing show. Ever since they got together, they’ve been fighting every day. So I had a talk with each of them in their dreams—they cannot actively use lethal dark curses unless someone else attacks first. Therefore, they won’t casually harm others going forward,” Louis said, hands behind his back, looking at the dark wizards.

Then, Louis smiled at the many agents. “Seems the effect is quite good, doesn’t it?”

At that moment, Kevin and the others suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. They understood what this demon was going to do to them—he was telling the truth. If they lost, this demon would let them leave alive…

But…

“Run!!~”

Before they could finish—they saw Louis wave his sleeve. Instantly, a large area around Kevin and the others transformed into an oil painting!

Everyone suddenly seemed pressed into an oil painting or a mirror. Their bodies, along with the surroundings, became a thin sheet of paper.

A breeze blew, and the paper fell to the ground. The circus behind the original painting remained unchanged, but the scene behind Kevin and the others became a chicken coop and grassy field.

Cold sweat poured down the faces of the dark wizards not far away. Then, they put on an even more exaggerated performance.

“Fireworks… ahem—Praise of a Thousand Demons…”

Clearly, these master-level dark wizards had, to some extent, realized they might be a bit mentally unsound—or rather, the issue of being unable to actively use dark magic to kill.

After all, Louis only restricted them from actively using dark magic, not from using ordinary magic. Yet they insisted on ‘dueling’ with dark magic. Wasn’t that just telling the boss about their current condition?

Of course, some very straightforward individuals were using ‘martial skills’ instead of fireworks—they were smarter. They were reminding the boss that this mind imprint still had a small loophole.

But no need to bother; it was sufficient already.

Because even without the mind imprint, they all already knew who their master was.

As for the agents…

This mind imprint, after multiple magical modifications and experiments, was something even dark magic masters could only become aware of but not break free from, nor could they actively use dark magic to kill indiscriminately anymore. It was more than enough.

They would handle the small matter of Polst well. And in the future, he would have uses for them too.

For example, helping the Ministry of Magic slowly recruit the Twelve ‘Heavenly Generals’ and helping the Twelve ‘Heavenly Generals’ gradually become legitimate…

Louis chuckled to himself, stopped paying attention to the dark wizards over there, and walked towards the oil painting.