Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 644: Chapter 632: Anti-Saint Light Alliance Chapter 644: Chapter 632: Anti-Saint Light Alliance Once the matter was settled, the leading Heavenly Messenger Giles cast a sinister glance at where the Weizilan State was located and withdrew with all the members of the Holy Light Court.

On the other side, Templer had just finished handling the believers’ affairs when he was suddenly surrounded by a group of five.

“Gentlemen, thank you for your assistance just now, I am extremely grateful.”

“Let’s put gratitude aside for now, first carefully tell us about your identity, where did you come from? What is your purpose?”

The five scrutinized him, their gaze sharp and intimidating.

The speaker was a pig-headed individual from the Pig tribe, dressed in splendid golden armor, looking particularly dazzling.

Facing such a formation, Templer did not panic, according to the leader’s judgment, these people should be friends rather than foes, as evidenced by their intervention earlier to help.

“Templer Marichadon, as you see, a being born from the Frozen Bone Wilderness, revered as the ‘Knight God’ by the people below.”

“Boy, you’re not being honest,” said Beale slowly shaking his head.

“I dare not hide it from you all, before this, I had another identity, being a inheritor of the Justice Star Ancestor cultivation method from the Star Realm. Afterward, misfortunes arose, and I almost lost my life.

Fortunately, at the last moment, I narrowly escaped death, hid here, and spent many years before reviving anew, unexpectedly being targeted once again.”

Templer continued, obviously a prepared script, a mix of truth and lies.

“Are you saying your knight cultivation method originates from that Justice Star Ancestor?”

The five exchanged glances, with the only woman, Ou Rui, speaking up.

Ou Rui hailed from the Swan people of the Smai tribe, with a pair of pure white wings, at first glance, somewhat resembling those Heavenly Messengers, but indeed her wings were of flesh and blood, not condensed from Holy Light.

“Indeed, what I inherited is the Justice Star Ancestor’s Path of Sacrifice. To speak of it, I’m not a true deity but rather an unconventional Knight King.”

Templer nodded calmly, further explaining with a sentence.

“No wonder you quickly achieved the Lord Level, turns out you used to be a grand lord,” Beale suddenly realized, a slight smile appearing on his face.

As his words fell, the atmosphere around suddenly eased quite a bit, as if everyone believed these words.

“However, Brother Templer, your luck is somewhat unfortunate.”

“What do you mean, could it have anything to do with the Holy Light Court people?” Templer quickly asked.

“That’s right, before answering, let me introduce myself first, Golden Pig Billard Zonghao is myself.”

“Lord of Smai, Ou Rui.”

“Oliphant tribe giant elephant man, Geoffrey.”

“Nature Servant, Hugo Victor.”

“Scorpion Dragon Lord Akather.”

The five introduced themselves in turn, the first three were clearly beastmen, and the last two were suspected magical beast lords.

Only then did Golden Pig Billard reveal an unsettling fact that beings from the Song Praise Plane, without exception, have no way to leave this plane.

Because they inherently possess cursed blood within them, harboring the power of a curse.

Once someone leaves the Song Praise Plane, the curse power gets activated, transforming into the Curse of Burning Demon capable of consuming lifeforce, leading to death amidst painful torment, with a most tragic end.

“Is this really true?”

Upon hearing this, Templer was shocked, and this time it wasn’t an act.

Even the leader hadn’t mentioned such a situation, indicating that the leader was also unaware of this point.

“Born in this plane, we’re like beasts kept in some people’s gardens, once a certain time point is reached, those people will come to hunt us.”

Speaking of this, Beale and others all sighed.

“Are we to be slaughtered just like that, aren’t there any other feasible solutions?” Templer secretly tried and found no anomalies within himself.

He knew, this anomaly surely wasn’t so easily discovered, otherwise, those in front of him would have resolved the issue long ago.

They wouldn’t be lamenting here.

“There is,” Beale said nevertheless.

“What is it?”

“Go to the next higher realm, there’s no rush, you’ve just returned to Lord Level, you must need time to adjust, there’s plenty of time for us to discuss this slowly in the future.”

Templer continued to inquire, but at the crucial moment, Beale paused, using his recent promotion as a reason, to be discussed later.

This fellow truly had a mischievous streak!

Templer’s curiosity was piqued, seeing how the others were unwilling to continue, he could only helplessly watch Beale and others leave.

Once the five left, Templer hurried to contact the leader, but there was no response to his call, so he had to give up.

Day by day passed, to Templer’s unexpectation, he kept trying to get in touch with the leader, yet never once received a response.

He could only proceed systematically arranging a series of things, even though he reached another level of power, he didn’t act rashly.

These days, he kept an eye on other movements, whether from the Holy Light Court or within the Mad Beast Throne, for the time being, there were no changes.

About half a year later, Templer received an invitation from Beale, the latter mysteriously inviting him to a certain place.

Remembering the higher realm mentioned by the latter, Templer decided to go explore, perhaps this time he would uncover the deep-hidden secrets of the Song Praise Plane.

The land beneath the feet of the beastmen was the Frost Song Highlands.

As the name suggests, the climate of this highland was predominantly cold, some areas were even too cold for creatures to tread, the most extreme being the Extreme North—Icy Cliff.