Chapter 536: Mythology
Panic and unease spread in Augustus’s heart. He took a deep breath, ignoring why he had come out, and walked somewhat flusteredly into the mist of the gap between the living and the dead.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Augustus finally escaped the mist. The panic in his heart settled slightly. He steadied his mind, looked around, and walked quickly towards the west.
The light of the Sun Crystals brushed past softly. Augustus felt warm all over. In a place he didn’t notice, his shadow had become extremely tattered.
The Crypt World was already dead silent. After being purified by the undead, there was almost no living life here. Everything was extinct, like a blank piece of paper painted white again.
Augustus came to the ritual site. After waiting for a long time without anyone returning, he helplessly had to activate the ritual and walk into the blue halo alone.
Behind him, his shadow suddenly bared fangs and brandished claws, like a monster choosing someone to devour. Just then, the spindle in Augustus’s hand lit up slightly. The shadow then ceased all activities, and there were no more anomalies.
In the Celestial Realm, Ace frowned slightly as he looked at the illusion of Augustus.
“I didn’t expect that the more you were told not to look back, the more you looked back. By looking back, you took all the hidden disasters of the Underworld upon yourself for me. They don’t dare to come out now, wait until your old age…”
Ace didn’t continue speaking. Augustus didn’t act according to the prophecy, which in fact invisibly missed a very important opportunity. Even Ace was powerless to change this, because every move of Augustus was the core, involving too much.
“I can only protect your soul. I hope that on that day, you can still recite the Father’s name.”
Leaving Ace aside, Augustus had already appeared in the secret room of the Imperial Palace. The guards immediately reported to Yamila and the others. Yamila, Bayen, Betty, and others entered the secret room together. Yamila walked up quickly, hugged Augustus, and stroked his cheek.
“My son, you’ve lost weight and look grown up. Did you get your Father’s divine artifact?”
Seeing his mother, Augustus also missed her very much. Tears couldn’t help but well up. He whispered: “I got it, I got it.”
He couldn’t help recalling the strange things that happened after he looked back at the gate of the Underworld. Afraid that Yamila would worry, he didn’t say it out loud.
Bayen’s eyes glowed with white light. He said somewhat mystically: “The node of fate has arrived. Great Augustus, you are the Son of the True God, the terminator of the Doomsday Scourge, the guardian of the Human World. Raise the spindle in your hand, inject your conviction into it, and turn it into an indestructible divine artifact.”
It was a bit of an aria, yet slightly hurried. Betty curled her lips slightly at the back. This old man usually looked quite serious, didn’t expect him to act like such a charlatan here. What was even stranger was that this charlatan, after realizing prophecies time and again, had his strength grow explosively. He had already reached the peak of Golden Wizard, only lacking that final kick at the door.
The white light in Bayen’s eyes gradually dissipated. Betty stepped forward and said: “Your Majesty, before the war begins, you still need to conduct a series of rituals to borrow power from five places: the True God, the World, the Empire, the Wizards, and the People. Gathering these five powers into one, and then wielding the divine artifact in your hand, you will surely be invincible.”
Augustus looked at Yamila. Seeing Yamila nod, he said: “I will rely entirely on you all.”
Betty led the wizards to act quickly. A large-scale magic circle and ritual had already been constructed in the square. There were more than a million residents and refugees in the city. They were the last humans, and this was the only fortified city, the last fortress of humanity.
The protective barrier bestowed by the Dream God was humanity’s last hope. Suffering gave birth to pure faith. At this moment, humanity’s faith in God also reached its peak. Under the magical ritual, Augustus held the Spindle of Fate high. Countless threads connected the people of the entire city.
Ace watched everything from the Celestial Realm. This was about to be the end of the old mythology and the birth of a new mythology.
As a Demigod who had completed sanctification, the mana Ace absorbed had been transformed into “Divine Power” of extremely high purity. Even from a wizard’s perspective, this could also be called God-level mana, possessing miraculous effects.
He refined nearly half of his Divine Power and poured it into the Human World along the Magic Net. Augustus, holding the spindle high, was struck by a bolt from the blue but was completely unharmed. That was the anomaly of Ace’s Divine Power infusion.
Divine Power, thin Source Power, Empire Authority, wizards’ spiritual power, and everyone’s trust—the five powers gathered together, making Augustus’s power stronger and stronger.
Just then, information also popped up on the panels of Arno and Witte. They looked at each other and nodded.
A solar eclipse began. The hemispherical defensive barrier bestowed by Ace began to exhaust its power at this moment. Arno gathered all the Abyssal Knights, turning into a huge dark red griffon, and flew into mid-air.
The Lich King Witte riding on the wyvern gathered extreme cold negative energy. The nearly ten million skeletons converged, gradually casting a terrifying skeleton giant several thousand meters high.
Bayen’s eyes turned white, and he shouted loudly: “The sun disappears, supreme darkness descends, the greatest crisis has arrived!”
Some people trembled with fear, some roared loudly, some held weapons without saying a word, some protected their families with despair on their faces, and even more people prayed sincerely.
“Lord, this world is but a dream, You are the Lord of Dreams. Please forgive us, please pity us. You are One, You are Ten Thousand, You are an Instant, You are Eternity…”
Turbulent Power of Faith erupted. The spindle was like a hub, harmonizing all powers and directly infusing them into Augustus’s body. Augustus felt as if he had broken through some shackles, his power rising rapidly.
His aura was powerful, like a God of War descending from the sky. That spindle bloomed with brilliance, sweeping across the entire Bernada in an instant. A pale golden light rose from every Bernadan.
They felt full of courage and confidence, their power also rising significantly. Betty perceived all this in shock, muttering in a low voice: “Blessing millions of people, this is really crazy.”
Boom! Boom boom!
Heavy hammering sounds; that was the terrifying strike of the thousand-meter skeleton giant. Every strike carried intense negative energy. It seemed someone was constantly murmuring in their ears: “Let the cold purify everything!”
That huge griffon was only the size of a palm compared to the giant, violently impacting the eggshell-like spatial barrier. Cracks gradually appeared in the sky.
Bayen said loudly to Augustus: “We will go deal with the dark red griffon. Leave the giant to Your Majesty. May we return in triumph, may the Dream God bless us!”
Augustus looked at the giant resembling a mountain, nodded, and said: “May the Dream God bless us!”
Crack, crack. The eggshell-like spatial barrier finally couldn’t bear it and shattered completely. Bayen flew into the sky, his eyes glowing with white light. He actually manipulated starlight and gravity to temporarily trap the griffon.
Betty stepped on a petite disc and floated into mid-air. The disc instantly liquefied, then mechanized, rapidly proliferating into a giant mechanical warrior matching the griffon in size.
Yamila held the Holy Sword high, her whole body bursting with radiance, and slashed a powerful Holy Light strike at the griffon.
On the other side, Augustus flew into mid-air. Suddenly feeling a heart-pounding power, the spindle in his hand actually turned into a dagger. The vision in his eyes changed drastically; countless threads and nodes actually appeared before his eyes.
There seemed to be a power guiding and hinting him to stab the nodes.
Walking gracefully in the void like a dancer, Augustus dodged the giant’s fist, the dagger stabbing the black node behind the hand bone. In an instant, the entire skeletal hand disintegrated and shattered.
Augustus also seemed to have consumed a lot of power. He panted and continued stabbing. The Lich King Witte, who was dealing with Augustus, also discovered the problem. He originally just wanted to perform according to the established plan and finally take a curtain call. He didn’t expect that dagger to have such power.
“It seems to have killed some incomprehensible concept?”
Witte’s expression became solemn. This kind of irregular thing was the most terrifying and incomprehensible. This was also why he hated the so-called privileges of gods. Sooner or later, he would figure out all the domain privileges of these gods and put them all on the experimental table.
Though thinking so in his heart, his movements were very careful. He didn’t want to become a real villain. It would be miserable to be nailed to death. He hadn’t resurrected Misha and Ms. Turtledove yet, so he couldn’t die prematurely here.
While the giant and Augustus were fighting inextricably, Arno had a major outburst, suppressing Yamila, Betty, Bayen, and the others completely, not to mention other wizards whose strength was too far from Legend and simply couldn’t fight him.
Warren, Sulu, and others were just fighting with other Level 2 undead and didn’t approach the decisive battle circle on both sides.
Sulu slacked off while saying to Warren: “No need to work too hard. We didn’t compete for a major role this time. Even if we work harder, the resources we get won’t be enough to advance to Level 3.”
Warren smiled, glared at him, and said: “You can’t be like this. Every bit is an accumulation. This time can also let our strength improve by a stage. Moreover, judging by Lord Ace’s intention, there will be plenty of opportunities in the grand construction and development later.”
“You’re the most optimistic. But I hope Lord Ace can move Fantasia over and open some permissions to us. It’s really inconvenient without the dream space.”
While they were talking, the thousand-meter skeleton giant suddenly jumped into the sky, absorbing all the corpses spread across the earth onto itself, constantly proliferating, turning into an extremely powerful monster.
In a daze, Witte felt a giant open its eyes. It felt as if something was crawling on his body, making it hard to look back. He actually completely lost control of his own body. He emitted blue flames all over, like a demon god walking out of hell.
Ace’s eyes lit up, and he said loudly: “You finally came out after all. All the Blue Bloods are dead. Even if you didn’t want to come out, you had to.”
The map unrolled, and the dagger was revealed. This was Ace’s ultimate goal: the end of the Blue Blood mythology and the beginning of the Wizard Mythology.
In an instant, He crossed the boundary membrane between the Celestial Realm and the Human World, appearing above Bernada. The threads of the Magic Net all manifested at this moment, like an extremely sharp net, firmly binding the giant.
Ace appeared behind Augustus, shrouded in light and mist, making it hard for others to see clearly.
He stepped forward and actually merged into one with Augustus. Augustus’s shadow made sizzling sounds, as if something malicious was scorched. It was just that his shadow was still incomplete, looking somewhat creepy.
The dagger transformed from the Spindle of Fate was raised high, thrown forcefully, and nailed into the giant’s forehead. The thirteen Star Noble Phantasms and the Gravitational Torsion Balance turned into the Demigod Artifact Calamity Sword, stabbing straight into the giant’s core. The Lich King Witte stared wide-eyed, looking very unwillingly at Augustus possessed by Ace.
Just then, Ace’s figure suddenly split from Augustus’s body. Grabbing the Lich’s chest and yanking forcefully, Witte’s consciousness body was pulled out.
The Calamity Sword had already pierced in. A miserable scream, the wail of the world. This was the end of an era. A Creator God died completely. From then on, there would be no more Blue Bloods in this world.
Blue blood rain fell from the sky. The Great Source seemed to be weeping too. The Creator God who had turned into a monstrosity met Its end at this moment, and also at this moment bestowed everything upon the world.
Ace held Witte’s consciousness body and softly comforted: “Don’t worry, all the promised resources will be given to you.”
His power also grew stronger and stronger. The scene of the Blue Blood Ancestor Giant creating the world appeared before His eyes again. Ace’s mental imagery world fluctuated slowly, seemingly tuning to the same frequency as the world. The world also echoed vigorously, but Ace stopped quickly.
“Although I’m very sorry, I cannot project a demi-plane in this world.”
He took a deep breath forcefully, converted the Ancestor’s blue blood swallowed by the Magic Net into pure Source Power, threw Witte’s consciousness body, casting it into the womb of a certain pregnant woman. Then he flew up forcefully, broke through the boundary membrane of the Celestial Realm and the Human World, and came to the top layer of the Celestial Realm, the World Crystal Wall.
The Great Source seemed to be anxiously dissuading, desperately tempting. But Ace remained unmoved, taking a firm step out, traversing a long tunnel. This was, after all, only a Level 2 World. As a Level 4 existence, Ace left easily.
The Astral Void was a stretch of silence. This was eternal nothingness. Apart from the Bernard World hanging alone in the void, occasionally some world wreckage fragments floated by; nothing else could be seen.
There were no terrifying attackers in the Astral Plane, nor were there other worlds. The Bernard World was just lonely like this. Ace was completely shrouded in pure gold. His voice spread bizarrely in this void.
“I shall create my demi-plane in this Astral Void, taking the Seventh Ring Spell ‘True Dream Creation’ as the foundation. One dream is one world.”
Ace’s mental imagery world turned into nothingness at this moment. Everything in the dream was instantly annihilated. Only that Rune Sea as brilliant as the starry river rippled. The towering Rune Tower bloomed with brilliance. The Seventh Ring Spell “True Dream Creation” at the bottom kept shining. A crystal-clear colorful singularity was born from illusion to reality, manifesting in this void.
“Creating a demi-plane. At this layer of the Astral Plane, it is equivalent to creating a Level 1 World. Possessing this ability is undoubtedly mythical.”
The colorful singularity slowly expanded like a balloon inflating. Ace raised his hands high in the void and continued to declare: “I declare, whether it is a Seventh Ring Domain Spell or a Seventh Ring Law Spell, as long as it is a Seventh Ring Spell, it is a Mythical Spell. A Seventh Ring Wizard can be called a Mythical Wizard.”
Ace continuously poured his Source Power into the expanding demi-plane, and borrowed the God King Privilege to mobilize all the power that could be mobilized. Finally, it lasted for a full three years, creating a small world in the void with a volume about one-fiftieth of the Bernard World.
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