Throne of Magical Arcana
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“The Original Body?” Douglas, Fernando, and Hathaway were all knowledgeable sorcerers. Based on the black tombstones, the screams of death, and the initial cry, they recognized that Vicente’s real body was indeed the legendary Original Body of the school of necromancy!

However, at such a critical moment, they did not have the time to ask about the details. After Douglas enhanced themselves with a legendary spell that was similar to the telepathic bond, the four of them blinked to the unusual view of half hell and half heaven in the high sky.

Although Viken’s real body was above the Holy City, his attempt seemed to have placed him in a strange domain that was marvelously connected to every corner of the main material world. He was in the middle of this world but somewhat beyond it.

It was truly an unimaginable state. That was why the unusual phenomenon created by Viken was seen by all intelligent creatures, and that was why Silver Moon Alterna, the Lord of Hell, Douglas, Fernando, and the rest of them could enter the strange domain and attack Viken directly without spending time on space jump!

The Silver Moon fell in cold light, and the tide surged crazily with the life-depriving air of hell. However, the moment they approached Viken, the intimidating heaven on one side where angels and holy spirits gathered unleashed sacred and ivory light that filled up the space next to Viken, creating a shelter where there was nothing but the holy light. Chaos, darkness, evilness, and pain were gone.

Viken was now able to perform the legendary divine powers like the Blessed Realm without chanting!

Even though he hadn’t succeeded yet, such a change seemed to be indicating something!

The bright moonlight from the falling moon hit the Blessed Realm, making a light splash out. A layer of black fire was raised, and the holy light was burnt into nothingness.

The moment the tide hit the Blessed Realm, it lost all the splendor and became gray and dim, as if most of its vitality had flowed away. It was exactly “Life Deprivation”, the Lord of Hell’s best skill!

Under the collective attack of two demigods, a crack echoed in everybody’s heart. The Blessed Realm had collapsed.

The remaining black fire and the black water spread out to Viken, but he showed no reaction at all because illusionary ripples were spreading out of his body as if he were in the middle of “God’s Guard”. He was placed in a different world that was more marvelous and strange. He was higher and more intangible than demigods. Therefore, the remaining power of the two demigods after being blocked by Blessed Realm could not break the gap and really touch Viken’s body.

It meant that Silver Moon Alterna and the Lord of Hell’s strongest attacks had been blocked! Even though Viken was focused on his breakthrough and could not spare his attention, he was not on the losing side at all!

“Is this really the correct path?” The Lord of Hell habitually thought of retreating first and solving the problem with schemes later, but he got control of himself quickly. If Viken was not stopped and taken care of now, there wouldn’t be another opportunity in the future however many plots and schemes he had.

Not overestimating the power of true gods while inferring based on existent levels, true gods could definitely crush the general demigods exactly like demigods could crush general legends. Perhaps only Viken could’ve survived the attack of a true god with “God’s Arrival”. No other demigods could achieve the same.

“Eternal Blaze!”

Suddenly, Douglas’ solemn and intimidating voice echoed next to the ears of Maltimus and the Silver Moon.

The Silver Moon rose again and got away from the center. The tide ebbed crazily, revealing the empty “beach”. Viken seemed to have sensed danger. He drove the scared kingdom that was formed by the power of Mountain Paradise to spew out thick and divine light again, letting the Blessed Realm reappear.

He was now really able to perform divine powers freely without any chanting!

However, it was the end of it. The dim, desperate, and devastating “incarnation” of the primeval hell spurted out streaks of light in different colors, which moved as unpredictably as the treacherous human mind. They had interwoven into a gigantic and transparent heart that covered Viken and the Blessed Realm.

At the same time, the half illusionary and half real holy light flew from all directions in places like the Holy City, San Ivansburg, Aalto, and Rentato. Except in the Dark Mountain Range, the City in the Sky, and the dozen regimes of fake gods, almost every place had pious believers or clerics who kneeled on the ground, touched as they offered their power of faith.

BOOM!

The most dazzling light burst out, eclipsing the brilliant heaven and the dark hell. If it were not in the marvelous domain, the creatures who raised their head and looked at the sky at this moment would have been blinded.

The high temperature at the center twisted everything, but nobody could see it. They could only sense part of the secrets from the crazily raging storm of energy and the heat that seemed to be igniting all matters.

The ebbing tide manifested the views of hell at the edge of the marvelous domain, blocking the energy storm, which was already far away from the center.

“This is almost as powerful as ‘God’s Arrival’!” Although Maltimus hated to admit it, he had to draw the conclusion that Douglas’ Eternal Blaze was no weaker than God’s Arrival after he became a demigod. “However, this is a ranged spell and the power is not concentrated enough. Its damage on demigods is not as good as that of God’s Arrival. Also, it cannot erase all the traces. But of course, it has certainly reached the maximum of pure violence.”

As the energy storm rushed over nonstop, Maltimus frowned slightly. “It’s exactly because the energy is not focused that I and the glutton cannot cooperate with his attack. I only hope that this ‘Eternal Blaze’ can blow up Viken’s defense and prevent him from recovering for now.”

Under such circumstances, it was impossible for the Lord of Hell and the Silver Moon to give Viken more attacks, which would have been “drowned” by the energy storm and the super-high temperature. If they had attacked in advance, they couldn’t have avoided the Eternal Blaze themselves, because if they left enough time for themselves to dodge, Viken, who could perform legendary divine powers directly, could also set up defenses. It would have only been a waste of time!

After the energy storm was more or less pacified, Maltimus and Alterna hurried to sense Viken through the barriers, ready to seize the opportunity to completely shatter his defenses.

At this moment, the corrupt mind made of the power of the primeval hell next to Viken had already been vaporized, and the Blessed Realm, where hallowed hymns were echoing, had been broken as well. Even his body that was transforming between illusionary and real was dimmed, as if the marvelous domain that separated the reality from him could not take such massive energy and such terrifying heat.

Of course, the Lord of Hell believed that it was because the marvelous state was not perfect enough and had not touched the essence. Otherwise, it could never have been broken by pure violence.

Maltimus was delighted at Viken’s situation. Eternal Blaze was indeed almost as powerful as God’s Arrival.

However, before he had the opportunity to attack, the divine kingdom and the primeval hell on Viken’s two sides spurted out their powers again, and the Blessed Realm and the Corrupt Mind reappeared, protecting Viken at the center.

His cooldown seemed to have been reduced to the minimum, and he had infinite and incessant energy.

Under such circumstances, the Lord of Hell and the Silver Moon naturally failed to seize the momentary opportunity!

Viken was not bothered by the collective attacks of three demigods and multiple top legends at all. He continued roaring crazily, “Not enough! Not enough!”

Together with his roar, the whole world seemed dimmed. In the primeval hell that was jumbled with various colors, the faces of humans and dragons were more vivid than ever. The twelve figures were even leaking out actively.

Inside the Holy City…

A priest who prayed piously was dwelling in the touching atmosphere that was devoid of pain and sadness when he suddenly sensed excruciating pain on his back. A red heart appeared on the ground before him and kept beating in inertia.

He looked at his chest, only to see a gigantic, bleeding hole.

“It’s… It’s my heart?” He used the last bit of his strength to turn back, only to see a priest that he knew.

The priest’s facial muscles were twisted, and infinite hate beamed out of his eyes. He put his right hand on his mouth and licked the blood on it.

He did not look like a human being any longer, but more like a hateful devil!

Why? Since when had he been paying tributes to the primeval devils?

The pious priest collapsed; his question unanswered.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!”

Screams echoed in the Holy City, Aalto, Ifai, Rentato, and many other small cities and towns. Dark, twisted, and illusionary shadows that were brimming with negative feelings flew into the sky and embraced the corrupt and desperate mind that the primeval hell turned into!

The evil and dark world spread out and reached another balance with the divine kingdom. The twelve figures in it kept flying to the ground and then flying back in cycles.

The City in the Sky was already covered in a mist, with a starry sky popping up.

After Douglas and the rest of them left, Brook fully activated the defense without the slightest carelessness.

However, the sorcerers in Allyn were still more or less panicked. Mr. President’s order and the uncanny view of the sky that they could see had given them uncanny fear.

Suddenly, an explosion burst out, attracting the attention of all the sorcerers around. They saw that a sorcerer had been blown into two halves by an enormous fireball, and his body was still burning in the flame. On his opposite side was a young sorcerer whose face was full of jealousy. He was attacking everyone around him crazily.

What’s going on?

The sorcerers in Allyn were even more panicked.

On the top floor of the headquarters, Brook sensed the accident and gave the order calmly. “With the help of the city defense, the Punishment Department will execute the sorcerers who have been corrupted by primeval devils before. The other sorcerers are allowed to defend themselves with magic without being restrained by the rules of the Congress of Magic. Everyone, there is no need to panic. No more people will be corrupted under the blockage of the city defense.”

At this moment, an archmage came to his library and reported, “Mr. Brook, something strange has happened!”