Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 386 - 185: The Fire of Anger, Burning Away Evil

Hill glanced down at the Magic Tower below, wondering when these people had arrived.

Because William and Fran were here, he had always limited his spiritual power to the vicinity of his own Cloud House.

But if they had flown in from the outside world, Hill would have sensed it.

Thus, these legendary members of the Mage Association must have come through the Teleportation Array.

To show respect for the Gods of Time and Space, using the Teleportation Array was indeed a method that these legends could think of.

Being a Mage, when you get down to it, is a noble profession.

Whether one has magical talents or not, the most basic requirement is being able to understand a Magic Book.

So sometimes, the Mages’ Association also liked to put up a facade in their actions.

But to William, it would most likely seem like pointless people doing pointless things.

Being able to do something valuable is better than anything.

Hill looked again in the direction of the King’s Ship, wondering who from the Mage Association had come.

He couldn’t possibly use his spiritual power to scan the people inside the King’s Ship, as Hill considered himself to be a very polite person.

He would just have to curb his curiosity for now and wait for them to come out.

They shouldn’t keep him waiting too long.

These people probably sent a friend or acquaintance of Fran’s first to ask that Fran not interfere with their negotiations with William.

They truly had no idea what William wanted and still thought that he planned to use divine authority to suppress the Mages.

They even believed that as long as Fran didn’t back William up, the Mage Association would be negotiating on behalf of all the Mages and Deities in the world.

Hill shook his head slightly; Fran would only think that these people couldn’t see the truth and were deceiving themselves, not getting too upset about it; it’s likely this friend did something to cross Fran’s limits.

However, for William, this meeting was probably just a waste of time, wasn’t it?

William sat upright on his throne, listening to the respectful requests of the person before him.

He was a bit impatient.

Today, as the ground of Central City sealed, he was really eager to see what Fran’s exceedingly proud new material looked like.

His big shot at home had nothing but praise for it.

If it really was good, he wouldn’t mind spending some more money.

Fran, as long as treated properly and given enough money, was actually quite easy to deal with.

Ever since the God of Time and Space had that remote interaction with Fran, William felt that Fran’s attitude towards him had improved a lot.

Technical experts indeed only respect their peers and have no patience for someone like him who is involved in politics.

And yet these people from the Mage Association happened to show up today.

They even sent someone to Fran’s place, asking him not to get involved.

William felt that Fran must be very angry now; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone straight to Hill’s after finishing his work, not caring about the guests anymore.

But if it was just about not meddling with the affairs of Saral, it probably wouldn’t have been enough to make him so angry. Fran, more than these buffoons before him, had long understood the purpose of his actions and would not interfere.

Who knows what else these people did.

"These things don’t concern me," William said impatiently, interrupting the seemingly respectful person before him, "They are your association’s own issues; I only care about Saral and the Temple of Time and Space."

"But," the person said, seemingly helpless, "Your Majesty the King, Mages can’t possibly abandon their faction for the sake of Deities."

"For the sake of Deities?" William chewed over these words, smiling coldly, "It has nothing to do with Deities. It’s about the baseline of being human.

Of course, whoever doesn’t want to be human doesn’t concern me either, nor would any Deity care about something that isn’t human.

Oh, my apologies, I forgot about the Magical Beasts.

It’s something that’s not even a common beast, no Deity would care.

But I can refuse to have such things on my land, in my Temple, understand?"

The legendary figure from the Mage Association before William was probably, apart from the seldom-seen Chairman, the highest in rank.

Thus, William’s stance left the few legends standing behind him with ashen faces.

William smiled disdainfully. He had communicated with the Mage Association more than once. He never mentioned anything about divine authority; he spoke only of asking them to eliminate Mages who colluded with Demons.

And he made it clear that on his territory, he would not tolerate the presence of Mages from the Evil Faction, nor allow any Mage to act recklessly in Saral, to wantonly take the lives of ordinary people.

William felt that his bottom line was already low enough.

He simply asked these Mages not to kill easily.

He also knew that Mages, by virtue of their higher status, like Hill, would not easily let go of those who offended them.

William had no intention of making them equal to ordinary people in status.

That was unrealistic.

This was, after all, a Fantasy World, requiring these Professionals, especially Mages, to endure the insults of ordinary people; even the most powerful Deity wouldn’t dare make such a demand.

But asking them to respect life in Saral and not to kill easily was a reasonable demand for William, the King, the future True God.

Yet this request had led the Mage Association to send several legends to protest.

These Mages felt that William was insulting their dignity, that he was trying to suppress the development of Mages.

"Your Majesty the King, in our eyes, the status of a Mage is supremely revered," the old Mage said with a somber voice.

"For a King, protecting the safety of my people’s lives is my mission," William suddenly smiled, "I only mentioned the requirements for Saral, right? If you’re not accustomed to it, feeling that it hurts your dignity as Mages, feel free not to come to Saral."

William stopped the old mage who still wanted to say something, "Justice and fairness are my eternal principles; in my realm, there are no exceptions.

If you can’t do that, don’t come here; if you do come, respect my bottom line.

Otherwise, it is a provocation against me.

The status of a mage has not reached the point where deities would yield.

I don’t mind having a god-slaying battle with you for what you call dignity, and if you all die out, it’s not my fault.

Of course, I also don’t believe that many mages will come to slay gods for such a foolish reason.

However, mages who collude with demons must die, this isn’t just a requirement of the Gods of Time and Space but a command from all deities of humanity.

The God of Nobility executed all the completely demonized citizens of Dionysio; you are aware of that, right?

He would rather have his followers die and take their souls to His Divine Kingdom than allow Dionysio to become a nation of demons.

This is the bottom line of our human deities.

If the Mages’ Association thinks they are no longer human, of course, they can be an exception.

We don’t force you to do anything.

But any demon mage that appears before us will be shown no mercy.

The Mages’ Association that is no longer human is also not allowed in Saral."

William looked at the legendary figures in the hall with a cold hardness, "I once thought that the Mages’ Association’s willingness to fight for humans, elves, and dwarves was a manifestation of still considering themselves part of humanity.

But now, I don’t think so anymore.

Demons killing humans is not acceptable, but mages in collusion with demons killing humans are?

What kind of logic is that?"

"Your Majesty the King!" The old mage’s aged voice was somewhat sorrowful, "Many people, in the beginning, studied demons to combat them! We can’t just abandon them."

"And what was the result?" William asked mercilessly, "I haven’t seen any results, only heard the cries of countless pitiful souls."

William stood up, speaking from a position of authority, "Perhaps their original intentions were good, but now, they are only trying to extend their lifespans, right? You must be aware of everything that has happened in this place recently.

Hundreds of thousands of people, with only tens of thousands who have not undergone demonization.

Many are innocent, but there’s nothing I can do; demonization is irreversible unless one awakens as a demon warlock.

How many such people could there be?

We all know that, and the dwarves certainly don’t have that many mages.

Hundreds of cities, all with that demon magic circle—who did that?

In this time, the fire of anger nearly burnt away all my sanity.

The dwarves must die! And so must the mages who collude with them!"

The old mage bowed his head slightly, sadly saying, "Please give the Mages’ Association some time; these mages have all made many contributions to the Mages’ Association."

William sneered, "I never meddle in other people’s affairs; what the Mages’ Association does needs to consider whether it is accepted by all of humanity.

You’d better understand one thing, the region from Dionysio to Central City now belongs to Saral.

No evil faction is allowed on my land."

As he spoke, a magister standing in a waiting room next to the hall turned to ash amidst the exclamations of his companions.

The legendary figures in the Royal Palace were angrily glaring back.

"I hope you were deceived too, and that’s why you brought someone with such a high degree of demonization before me.

Otherwise, I would think the Mages’ Association is truly seeking war with me!

Thinking you could hide from my eyes by bringing a concealed demi-god artifact?"

The people from the Mages’ Association were stunned for a moment before they quickly bowed slightly in apology.

They indeed had some ulterior motives but had not planned on making the entire human deities view the Mages’ Association as an enemy.

This time, they just came to see if they could save some of the mages with a lower degree of demonization.

But William’s message was clear, unlike magicians who had to awaken a demon bloodline, mages do not undergo demonization without sufficient evil, making them unforgivable.

The Mages’ Association understood that giving up those demon mages had become inevitable.

Moreover, with the Forest of the Elves completely sealed off, this city might be the only one to still have elven goods.

They already knew that druids would occasionally come here.

The Mages’ Association truly didn’t want mages to be bound by those laws.

Once they agreed, mages would no longer hold their high status, towering above all nations.

The legendary mages of the Mages’ Association could only bid farewell to William helplessly.

Though they wanted to say more, judging by this King’s attitude, it was pointless.

They were unwilling to compromise, but this world does not belong to mages.

Yet someone among them turned out to be a demonized magister; that was genuinely unexpected.

Especially for that magister’s teacher, whose face was ashen. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

They were advocating for those demon mages, only to receive a calculated ploy in return.