Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The sky that was always pale and lifeless, the black, white, and gray environnt that was dead and quiet, and the rotten undead creatures that wandered everywhere, were the greatest features of the World of Souls.
In this place, the Dark Mountain Range that stretched from the southwest to the northeast was sohow broken into three sections. So mountains were on top of other mountains, overlapping each other as if they were doing acrobatics. The dark and gray trees also existed, but they were utterly lifeless and looked like coffins.
The famous space gaps of the Dark Mountain Range had also been reflected, but they were joined in the sky and stabbed into the ground, serving as the “end of the world” on the other side of the mountains. As Silver Moon Alterna twisted the space, the World of Souls was affected too.
At a certain corner of the chaotic reflection of the Dark Mountain Range, where enormous trees enshrouded everything, a complicated and strange magic circle had appeared at so point. The silver magic patterns that extended toward the underground world and the void were mixed with so symbols of divine powers. Together, they constituted the magic circle that was flowing nonstop like a ball.
Watching those magic patterns and divine symbols wander in the void in a strange but rhythmic way, Lucien felt that his head was as dizzy as when he read legendary classes on “Astrology and Elents”, except that he cald himself down and stabilized his soul easily this ti.
Fernando, whose red magic robe dangled on the ground, stared at the magic circle with lightning bouncing in his eyes. He said in a low voice, “Is it really fine?”
He did not specify what he was asking, but his focus and the current environnt undoubtedly suggested that he was asking about the magic circle for demigod advancent.
“There shouldn’t be a problem.” Lucien did not give an affirmative reply, because nobody was 100% confident about such things. “If things do not go as we planned, we will imdiately abort the operation and return to Allyn.”
Fernando lowered his eyes and covered the silver arcs of light in it. “We’ve spent a long ti in the World of Souls preparing for the magic circle. Now that all the preparations are done, let’s begin.”
“Alright.” Lucien nodded his head and cleaned his black bow-tie. He then took out the silver Moon Tir, which was full of chanical beauty. After the cover of the watch was opened, the environnt was imdiately covered in the mysterious and unpredictable changes of ti.
After checking the ti, Lucien closed the Moon Tir, but this ti, instead of putting the Moon Tir in the pocket of his waistcoat, he simply stuffed it into his black double-breasted suit with the silver chain.
Then, Lucien took off the black double-breasted suit that the Robe of Grand Arcanists turned into, the Congus Ring, the Holm Crown Ring, the Snow dal, the monocle, and all the other magic items, before he slowly walked to the center of the magic circle “nakedly”.
After helping Lucien to gather those magic items, Fernando looked at him in a white shirt and a yellow waistcoat and said in a low voice, “Watch out.”
Lucien nodded. He took out many magic gems and filled them into the empty holes in the magic circle as the power source for the initialization. Then, he would make use of the power of the World of Souls, as well as the power generated by the power of faith and the power of feelings.
The brilliant or quiet magic gems were embedded into the holes of the magic circle, making the spherical circle that was mysterious and amazing in the first place even more colorful and dreamy.
Lucien extended his right hand and pressed the rising stone platform at the center. He then opened his mouth and let out the remote voices that carried the air of the passage of ti.
Then, the stone platform burst out the brightest brilliant that flowed to every location in the magic circle along the lines. The magic gems were lit one after another, and all the mysterious symbols arose.
The whole magic circle was brighter and brighter. At this mont, from the magic patterns that stretched into the ground, illusionary and dark water slowly flowed out.
The hundreds of square kiloters around were imdiately contaminated by the aura of arrogance, greed, hate, jealousy, pain, lust, and hypocrisy, exactly like the most desperate and negative feelings in everybody’s heart. Even though their bodies were still alive, their souls had already sunk into hell!
Right when the negative feelings that represented the prival devils erged, sacred and hollow songs and hymns echoed in midair, and the pure light that looked like little angels poured along the symbols of divine power that extended into the void. They were so solemn and lofty that the sky within hundreds of kiloters was like paradise on earth!
If one were to listen more carefully, they would hear that what was being praised was the great God of Steam, the dominator who mastered the boundaries of life and death and Atlantis on earth.
Those spots of light gradually turned into an image in midair. It was a bald dwarf; a bald dwarf with admirable air and creepy patterns on his head.
Bolts of lightning were launched from the head of this “Yuri” like ntal waves and crawled into the void.
In Dumute, Heit, the God of Craftsn, suddenly froze into a statue. He was covered in the brightness of godhood that other people could not see, and the statue of a bald Yuri surfaced inside his body!
He had thought that he could steal the power of faith from Lucien, the “God of Steam”, after learning the secrets of Yuri’s statue, but at the critical mont, he beca an energy source and provided the power of faith of a whole country of dwarfs!
Inside the World of Souls, the “paradise” in the sky and the “hell” on the ground surged toward each other the mont they appeared as if they were sworn enemies. As a result, half of the spherical magic circle was covered in holy and overwhelming white, and the other turned into the corrupt, devastating blackness.
Entangling each other, they rushed toward Lucien who was at the center!
Lucien was about to be penetrated by the power of faith and the power of feelings when a hollow and distant hymn suddenly ca over from the sky. A sacred, magnificent pillar of light hit the center of the spherical magic circle where Lucien was at!
In the high sky, a seven-floored mountain of light almost appeared concretely, and the faces of the angels were clearly visible. Standing before the projection of Mountain Paradise was a gray-haired old man, who looked gentle and peaceful and was holding a platinum staff.
Pope Viken, the strongest demigod, had co in person to stop Lucien from breaking into the demigod level!
Also, he launched “Light of Judgnt” neither sooner nor later, but exactly at the mont when the magic circle was activated but had not taken effect. It was to stop Lucien and let him suffer the recoil of the magic circle as well as the powers of faith and feelings. He wouldn’t be able to beco a demigod in such a way in the next decade!
Other people may be unable to find you, but having beco a demigod with the power of faith, I can naturally capture the flow and gathering of the power of faith. I’ve been waiting for days exactly for this mont!
Fernando sensed sothing and looked at the sky the mont the hymn echoed. He chanted the sophisticated spell, “Abrupt Magic Reverse!”
A mirror full of patterns appeared on the top of the spherical magic circle. Inside the mirror, it seed to be a channel leading to another world.
Pa!
The Light of Judgnt hit the mirror of Abrupt Magic Reverse and shattered it into pieces!
The best spell for individual defense could only resist one of the demigods’ attacks!
Viken raised his platinum staff, and all the angels in Mountain Paradise flapped their wings and let out spots of light, condensing another “Light of Judgnt” almost without any delay. It was his unique ability. He could launch another round of attack directly with the power of faith without exhausting himself or taking any rest.
Fernando had no ti to perform any magic. His left eye suddenly turned black, with silver flashes of lightning striking inside. It seed to be a world of storms.
It was “Eye of Storm”, his unique legendary item.
It was a sha that Fernando used the legendary item too slowly. Hardly had the Storm Barrier was set up when it was pierced through by the Light of Judgnt directly.
The light that was judging everything in the world penetrated the Storm Barrier one layer after another and hit the spherical magic circle.
The spherical magic circle imdiately shook violently. If the Light of Judgnt hadn’t been mostly consud and that it boasted certain defense abilities after utilizing the power of the World of Souls, it would’ve been broken!
However, Viken pointed his platinum staff at Lucien again!
Suddenly, a bright moon rose in the pale and dim sky, driving away the monotonous black, white, and gray as well as the lifelessness in the Dark Mountain Range.
The silver moon fell abruptly toward Viken.
Emitting cold and dreamy brilliance, and leaving a long tail of light, it seed to be burning intensely due to the intense friction with the air, but if one were to identify more carefully, it was not a silver moon at all, but a young girl whose blond hair was tied on one side holding a longsword that was covered in black fire and slashing it toward Viken!
She stared at Viken with her crimson eyes attentively and carefully, as if he were the most delicious food on earth.
Faced with the full-strength attack from the Silver Moon, Viken had to change his direction and did not further attack Fernando who could barely put up any more resistance.
However, the fire that spread out the intense stench of sulfur was ignited on the ground. The bottomless canyon, the slly swamp, the frosty plain, the bronze castle, and the other views of hell appeared all of a sudden.
An enormous volcano rose, and a magnificent shadow jumped out of the crater that was spewing out flas and smoke. There was vague mockery in his red eyes.
It was Maltimus, the Lord of Hell!
Viken smiled at the Silver Moon. I already foresaw that Lucien Evans would ask for your help! This is against his conduct and the ideology of the Congress of Magic after all, and he certainly dare not do it in Allyn or ask for any other legendary sorcerers’ help except for his teacher Fernando. Naturally, Rhine and you are the only people he can turn to. So, do you think I haven’t been prepared for that?
Although Maltimus was your ally before, he certainly does not wish to see Lucien Evans turning into a demigod. Therefore, he’s my ally on this matter!
There are no eternal foes but only the eternal pursuit of interests. That’s the motto of devils!
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On the top floor of the Allyn magic tower, Douglas checked his pocket watch and the weather outside of the window. Then, he stood up slowly and said with a firm voice. “Let’s begin. Activate the defense of Allyn.”
Next to him stood Brook and Hathaway.
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