In the projection of hell, devils enshrouded in flames crawled out of the burning world, devils with smoke spurting out of their noses lunged at Lucien, Natasha, and Demigod-lich with the soul-freezing wind. The lustful devils in the bronze castle let out blood-boiling moans … As the Lord of Hell arrived, the projections of countless devils constituted an army, which couldn't have been more horrifying.
After a brief shock, Demigod-lich, who only had a golden skull left, opened his mouth and uttered a high-pitched howl that echoed directly inside his soul. Quakes spread out, and the intense air of death rose.
Within the range of Demigod-lich's howl, the volcanoes, rocks, and castles remained unchanged. However, all of a sudden, a senior-rank devil almost three meters tall who was waving a fiery sword collapsed without a sound. The black wings on his back fell helplessly, and the fire of his soul was completely extinguished.
As if they had been "infected" by the howl, the devils fell like oats that had been reaped. After only one or two seconds, the first wave of devils that came at them was all dead.
"Life Ritual." After Congus advanced, it was much easier for him to perform legendary spells. The buffering time between the two spells that were based on his demiplane, the Land of Darkness, and his legendary class, Demigod-lich, was much shorter.
As Congus' voice faded away, the flames erupting from the hell turned gray, the rocks lost water, the stinky swamp dried up, the bronze castle decayed, and the wind of death on the Silent Plain grew even colder. The devils that had fallen just now stood up, their skin wrinkled, their muscles rotten, and needle-like redness bouncing out of their eyes. They turned around and charged at the Lord of Hell, Maltimus.
The vitality that had been extracted was gathered in the sky into filthy, dim clouds. Black lightning was flashing in them, and gray water was pouring at the Lord of Hell like a storm.
At this moment, Congus' demiplane seemed to have overlapped with the projection of hell. The Soul Catchers were rising, the Giants of Death were throwing boulders, the evil beasts were commanding the army of the undead, dozens of stinky bone dragons were flying in the sky, and countless' shadows' were wandering between illusion and reality, making it hard for anyone to defend themselves.
Scourge of the undead!
Although there were no legends among those spectres, they could still hurt the Lord of Hell when he was occupied by Congus.
After twisting the space with the projection of Mountain Paradise, the projection of the Lord of Hell had reached the level of grand arcanists and was close to the peak of legendary. Congus did not dare be careless.
Lucien and Natasha were both rather shocked by what they saw. Congus was indeed too careless earlier. He didn't even carry out ten percent of his abilities when dealing with two kids who were only in the sixth circle and the seventh level. If he had treated them with such an attitude since the beginning, even though Lucien was full of tricks and Natasha was brave and determined, they could've only tricked him once.
A layer of flames that looked like sulfur was ignited on Maltimus' body, blocking the Filthy Rain.
"Life and death."
Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, the dead spirits exploded one after another, like blooming fireworks.
Eleven silver light balls suddenly appeared around Congus, expanding and exploding one after another. It was not until the last two that they finally stabilized and blocked Maltimus' "Life and Death".
However, at this moment, Congus' 'Scourge of the Undead' had been annihilated!
In the debris, Natasha managed to stab 'Pale Justice' before her to block the scourge of 'Life Ritual' and 'Life and Death'. The sword trembled violently and hummed, emitting sacred and resolute colors, protecting a narrow range around. It seemed that it would break at any moment.
In the eyes of Maltimus and Congus, Lucien and Natasha, who had lost their combat ability, were not worth their attention at all. The aftermath of their battle was enough to kill the two of them. Had it not been for 'Pale Justice', the longsword that was equal to a legendary weapon for both the undead and the devils, Lucien and Natasha would've been exactly as they expected.
For Congus, if Lucien had recovered his spiritual power and could use the ring again, he wouldn't have minded joining hands with Lucien temporarily to fight against the Lord of Hell. There were no eternal friends or eternal enemies, only eternal interests. It was a pity that Lucien was not capable of providing any help at all.
Maltimus, on the other hand, was rather prudent. He had been holding back, fearing that Lucien would liberate Alterna by dying together with him. However, Alterna, who could only attack once and had been weakened by the material world, was not of much value in the eyes of a demigod like him who knew everything and was well-prepared. She was only somewhat of a threat.
Swallowing the consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls and melting the World of Souls with the ninth level of hell was his greatest purpose. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through all the trouble to weaken the consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls with the God of Truth. He could not kill him, but he could assimilate him!
"Death Elegy." Congus' spell was like an unpredictable, illusionary song. The flames of sulfur on Maltimus' body seemed to have reached the end of their life and died out.
'Pale Justice' cried and blocked Death Elegy, but it seemed that it couldn't hold on much longer.
Lucien hinted Natasha to draw her longsword and run back, while he launched a mutual attack with the power of the Silver Moon Alterna.
However, at this moment, the silver brilliance in Lucien's left hand suddenly expanded. Unhurriedly, it swallowed and digested the remaining pieces of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls very quickly.
Such speed, such elegance, and such an unbelievable result astounded Lucien. Light seemed to be shining in his head, illuminating all the darkness and illuminating all the details that he did not notice.
Why did the mysterious existence of the World of Souls lose control so coincidentally every time?
Why did he not lose control when he was mixing drugs and writing papers after he was wounded?
Why was Alterna so cautious that she killed the Lord of the Underworld when nobody noticed, but she could not control her appetite when she was faced with Asin? It was not like she was a false god under the influence of godhood …
Going even further back, when he killed the Lord of Argent, according to Rhine, he had summoned Alterna and borrowed "Her" powers …
He said that it would take him seven days to digest it. It was all a lie. A lie …
In his confusion and shock, Lucien felt that the power in his left hand was changing rapidly. Then, the power was poured into Lucien's body, making his soul and spiritual power soar, just like the sorcerers who temporarily improved their strength through projection or summoning.
At this moment, Alterna's pleasant voice echoed in Lucien's soul. "Your 'Big Ivan' is more suitable for dealing with 'feast' and the skull than mine. Use it."
"But it's not complete." Lucien had no time to ask Alterna about the cause and effect. He simply expressed in shock that there was still a long way to go before 'fusion magic' could be developed.
Boom. Alterna did not say anything. The power that was more powerful and more fundamental flooded into Lucien's soul and body. Everything around him changed.
Lucien felt that he was in space at this moment. The material world next to him had lost all the external concepts and became like his own cognitive world. Electrons were jumping in their orbits, receiving and emitting photons now and then. Protons and neutrons were forming atomic nuclei under the strong force … The light was deep and cold, emitting the feeling of flowing quietly.
Extending a hand made of spiritual power, Lucien found that he could directly 'manipulate' them. He was shocked.
However, Lucien soon came back to himself. Knowing that it was not the time to experience such a level, he hurried to recall the knowledge about fusion and the industrial principles and projected them into different models of magic structures.
Time around him seemed to pass very slowly. Also, since the main core of fusion magic had been established, and the Library of the Soul had a sufficient introduction of the principles of fusion magic, Lucien 'soon' had a relatively simple magic structure without any ancillary models in front of him.
"Manipulate it. Release it." Alterna's voice echoed. She sounded as serious as before.
Lucien was rather shocked. "No launch, no extension, nothing! We'll die together!"
"I'll take care of it. Hurry up." Alterna promised. The 'cognitive cosmos' around faded away, revealing the real world. Maltimus, the Lord of Hell, was still fighting the Demigod-lich Congus, and 'Pale Justice' and Natasha were still trying to hold on.
Lucien took a deep breath. The feeling of going deep into the material world seemed to still be lingering in his eyes. So, he extended his left hand. Silver brilliance shined and drew uncanny traces in the air, as if he were manipulating the particles and the whole world!
Natasha was the first to realize that something was wrong. Sensing that Lucien was making complicated gestures, she turned around and saw a pair of deep, dark eyes that were full of infinite mysteries.
The pair of 'weird' eyes seemed to emanate unimaginable charm. Natasha could not move her eyes away the moment she saw them.
Lucien opened his mouth. As if he hadn't spoken for years, he said hoarsely,
"Eternal Blaze!"
As he cast the spell, silver brilliance burst out of Lucien's body, like a Silver Moon that fell to the ground, blurring his and Natasha's bodies.
It was not until they heard the spell that Maltimus and the Demigod-lich noticed Lucien's change. They sensed it in shock, only to discover that a terrifying, overwhelming power exploded before Lucien, and infinite brilliance surged at them like the sun in the sky.
Having no time to react, the Demigod-lich Congus hurried to cast the spell, "Undead Rampart".
Walls made of souls and bodies surrounded it, like the legendary 'Wall of Sighs', the highest defense spell of the school of necromancy.
"Alterna!" Maltimus, who was well-prepared, roared. The nine levels of hell around him were broken into a 'hell barrier'.
However, under the scorching temperature, the rays that were like sunlight, and the enormous blast, the rocks were shattered, the ramparts were melted, and the barriers collapsed one after another.
Maltimus and the Demigod-lich both intended to teleport away, only to discover that they had blocked each other's space during the battle just now. Therefore, in their crimson pupils, in the gray fire, the scorching light grew brighter and brighter, filling their visions and swallowing everything!
BOOM! It was not until this moment that the terrifying, deafening explosion finally burst out!
Outside of the northern mountains, Lucien, Natasha, and Alterna appeared in a hazy way, before they became real. Then, they all heard the soul-shaking explosion and saw a scorching 'sun' rising far away, driving away the deepest darkness before dawn.
"It's sunrise …" Natasha looked at Lucien and then at the 'sun', before she mumbled to herself in a low voice.
The sun soon disappeared, and an enormous mushroom cloud where flames were rolling popped up, blocking half of the dark sky.
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