Warlock of the Magus World

by Stayrr

What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights? An awesome MC is what happens! A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal. Face?

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Dying in the Line of Duty

This was a peak rank 8 Magus with the power to twist time and change the future! The thought of himself reaching that realm left Leylin with a sense of longing.

"Whatever it is… This operation ended well. Let's talk after leaving this place…" Leylin swept his eyes across the information in the A.I. Chip. The plethora of data about arcanists in there was real.

Leylin's complexion only improved after they left the dragon's cave, once he breathed in the chilly air that smelt of nature.

'While the pocket dimension crumbled completely, there's a possibility of something being left behind. I shouldn't get too involved with this sort of thing before this body rivals my main one in power…'

There was fear in Leylin's heart, 'If the Distorted Shadow truly had malicious intent towards me, that one streak of intent would be enough for me to die there. So why did he let me off at the end, and even give me this scroll?'

Leylin glanced at the black scroll in his hands and then at Helen, who clearly kept peeking in his direction with a terrified expression.

"Do you know more about this thing?"

"No, I don't! I found out from an ancestor that the Distorted Shadow had some manuscript in one of the rooms in the ruins that recorded some information about arcanists…" Under Leylin's gaze, she trembled as she spoke the truth.

"I'm afraid this isn't what you were looking for, and it's very dangerous. Just leave it with me for now…" Leylin did not seem to have any plans of returning the scroll. The Distorted Shadow had too many ways to mess with a little rank 11 wizard. He could have distorted her memories and implanted a fake, which were all easy tasks.

"Alright, my Lord!" Helen felt a little discontent with his decision, but still agreed. After all, what had happened had truly scared her.

Leylin looked towards this half-elf wizard and suddenly exclaimed, "Mm! I'll compensate you based on an agreement. Let's say the way for arcanists to rank up and a portion of an arcane spell model."

"Tell me what you want." Helen had developed a very good understanding of Leylin over this period of time. He would never do anything that would not benefit him. Of course, once an agreement was reached, he would treat all equally.

"Vow me your loyalty for a hundred years. Swear it upon your soul and with the Styx as the witness." Leylin spoke nonchalantly, watching the conflict in Helen's eyes.

She was undoubtedly clever, though. "Alright." After struggling over the decision for some time, she agreed and immediately swore to it.

'Mm, her soul is real, so she should be the real Helen…' Leylin nodded inwardly. The vow of a wizard's soul when resonating with the river Styx was something binding, and it could not be faked.

As he was now, a rank 11 wizard was dispensable to Leylin. The key point was the verification and authentication he obtained from the vow. This Helen truly seemed to be original, though her emotions were all over the place.

'Then… what did Distorted Shadow want to tell me? Did he manage to survive the dusk of the gods, or did he fall completely? No, with his strength he'd leave some soul fragments behind if he died. They would await resurrection for a long time…' At this thought, Leylin's expression grew sombre once again.

……

After killing the red dragon and exploring the ruins, there was no point in lingering on the Nether Mountains. Leylin hence ordered that they return. The group, which had dropped to around seven hundred in number, brought with them the immense glory and wealth of killing a dragon.

Rafiniya, however, looked sullen. It seemed that after like she would part ways after they left the Nether Mountains.

'"Slaying the dragon and exploring the ruins took less than ten days. The outside world must be in chaos now, no?' Leylin's thoughts were filled with delight at this disaster. He didn't care about the female knight's mood. Such was reality.

'What's going on? Why have they imposed this level of martial law?' After leaving the mountains, Rafiniya could obviously tell that something was off. Many of the surrounding villages had been completely abandoned, and there were sometimes some who were very guarded, extremely alert against strangers.

'Could the werecreatures have invaded again? Or have the orcs launched a huge attack?' Rafiniya quickly came up with two possibilities, beginning to get anxious, 'Leylin's explorations will definitely have him accused of being a deserter…'

The female knight suddenly begun to get worried, but then she shook her head, 'A sly person like him must have long since prepared an escape route. Even without that, why do I have to worry about him?'

At this moment, a scout ran over. "Report! A friendly force has launched a signal up ahead!"

"Mm, launch the signal. We'll go over!" Leylin nodded calmly, knowing who was coming.

In the dark forest, there were no other people besides him. As expected, after the scout sent the message, dust could be seen flying in the distance, and a human figure was like a black falcon swooping in from the sky.

"Leylin Faulen!" Cassley's neck bulged from his immense fury as he arrived in front of Leylin.

"Why did you leave your battle zone? Also… where's Malfoy?" After seeing the group of over 700 people behind Leylin, Cassley froze a little, but that was then drowned out by his anger.

"Did you know that because you neglected your job, I had to deal with the werecreature attacks and give up on helping Silverymoon?"

"Stop! Wait! I still don't know what's going on. Saving Silverymoon? Why?" Rafiniya felt a little dizzy.

"You don't know yet? What a terrible excuse. Have you all been hiding in the woods in the past few days?"

Cassley had a mocking look on his expression, "The orc armies have already surrounded Silverymoon! While I, high-ranked wizard Cassley, was engaged in a bloody battle, your wretched new recruits dared to give up on the area they were supposed to be defend! You should all be hung!"

"Orcs surrounding the city?" Rafiniya staggered backwards, eyes full of disbelief. She was now completely disheartened, "You must have known that this would happen… Right?"

"Then… Why, mighty high-ranked wizard Cassley, did you not bring your own troops, and the volunteer army belonging to nobility and help them?" Leylin did not bother himself with Rafiniya and instead looked towards Cassley, ridiculing him.

"That's because I need to guard against surprise attacks by the werecreatures!"

Cassley glanced at Leylin haughtily, "While you neglected your duties and thus committed a crime, I won't pursue this. Baron Leylin, in my capacity as the chief officer of the northern lands, I command you provide support to Silverymoon now. Immediately!"

Till this point, Cassley still had no plans to stop setting him up.

"Hehe…" Leylin looked straight at Cassley till he was almost exasperated, and then answered slowly, "Why…"

"Why? You mean you even have the gall to go against my orders? Are you forcing me to execute you right this instant?"

Cassley narrowed his eyes slightly. His strength as a high-ranked wizard was what he prided the most. His opponent was at most a rank 14, and even with his own troops and other men, he was nothing.

Furthermore, the documents that appointed him as the chief officer of the northern lands had been sent over through urgent channels. With his status now, it should be fine to kill a Baron, much less one that had committed the crime of neglecting his duties.

'Yes, killing a genius wizard myself seems to be a good idea! However, I have to wait first. When Andrew sends the troops, and I take over Leylin's army… Heh heh… They even have a great deal of rations, which is pretty good! In the northern lands right now, it's best to have both rations and men…'

A myriad of thoughts swirled in Cassley's mind, but before he could come up with another plan or decide if he should temporarily be nice to the other wizard, Leylin suddenly chuckled. "If you want to kill someone, do it. Why overthink it?"

"What… ugh…" Cassley suddenly felt an intense pain in his chest, and his body stiffened. He looked down and found that a black dagger had pierced through his chest.

"That's impossible… I have a high-ranked wizard armour and instantaneously casted Mishap! Enemies definitely won't be able to break through my defences in an instant, unless… Legend!" Cassley crumbled down, and what he saw last was Tiff's expressionless face.

"Trying to control me once the organisation collapses and using its might for that… Should I say you're stupid, or stupid?"

"You… killed him?" Rafiniya's voice was hoarse.

"No. Cassley died at the hands of werecreatures, on the line of duty!" Leylin laughed without the slightest of scruples.

"Pay attention! All on guard!" Leylin looked towards the friendly army that had finally arrived, and then shook his right hand with a sardonic smile.

……

The light of sunset looked like blood.

Andrew and a few nobles were respectfully speaking next to Leylin, "High-ranked wizard Cassley died at the hands of werecreatures. Our northern lands are really in a pinch…." After saying this, they could not help but wipe off the tears. What happened that afternoon had scared them stupid.

"Oh! Also, the clash this afternoon…" Leylin spoke a bit louder.

"That's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Andrew immediately took the initiative to say this, astounded and fearful of Leylin's ruthlessness.

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Scheme

"Since that's the case, could all of you please sign this report of battle merits? Don't forget to stamp it with your seal!" Leylin produced a document and waved it around, laughing sinisterly like a big bad wolf.

'We're already at this stage. Who would dare go against him?' Baron Andrew laughed wryly inside and signed it.

"Good!" After all the barons and officers present signed their names, Leylin was all smiles as he kept the document, changing his attitude entirely, "As the subordinate of officer Cassley, I do feel regretful and sad about what happened. Divide his team amongst yourselves as you see fit!"

After hearing this news, everyone's eyes brightened. The army that Cassley had brought with him was composed of a few nobles' personal troops along with those of Silverymoon. Just the regular soldiers, horses and rations were enough for them to go green with envy.

'After getting us to surrender, he's having us divide the ill-gotten gains amongst ourselves? How evil…' Baron Andrew sighed inside, but did not have the guts to voice his objection.

In reality, they were now prisoners of the sort. Leylin's personal troops had completely defeated their allies this afternoon. After all, his underlings were battle-forged high-grade Professionals. It would've been strange if they had't won.

Leylin didn't force them too much at that time, instead 'inviting' them to talk peace.

'After returning to the northern lands, we still will have to see how he decides to proceed…' Andrew tried to console himself.

……

"Have you finally gotten what you wanted?" Rafiniya glanced at Leylin, her gaze icy.

"You're talking about this?" Leylin lifted the joint declaration of the nobles and waved the document around, "No, this is just all in name. Essentially, with the chaos of war and there being even a question of whether the Silverymoon Alliance will still exist, who would care about the death of a wizard?"

Leylin wanted this in writing because it was better than nothing. Its presence would make a huge difference in any cases.

"Silverymoon Alliance not existing? Are you that pessimistic?" Rafiniya was rather astonished by Leylin's conclusion.

"That's how it is…" Leylin sighed, "The might of the Silverymoon Alliance already threatened the status of the human countries in the south. Mystra is facing all the orc gods practically alone.

Rafiniya paled at his simple analysis. There had been many who realised this in the past, but none had the courage to reveal it so clearly. Leylin was now breaking all pretense, revealing the naked truth to Rafiniya.

"You saw it in Silverymoon, didn't you? The queen only has control over the land of Silverymoon. The Silverymoon Alliance states might support her when things are going well, but now…" Rafiniya's heart dropped at Leylin's words. She'd long since known that this was how nobles acted.

"Since things have gotten this bad, let's go back to uphold the justice and peace I desire!" Rafiniya took a deep breath, eyes showing her emotional state.

"You… you'll help me, won't you?" The female knight had already guessed at the outcome, but still watched Leylin full of anticipation, hoping for a miracle.

"I'm sorry…" This girl was practically shining, the true model of a hero. It was a pity that Leylin would never do anything like like seeking his own death.

"Silverymoon has now been surrounded by the orc armies, and they even have several high-ranked Legends in charge. This level of strength…" Leylin presented his reasoning point by point, causing the light in rafiniya's eyes to dim. The Leylin in her memories and how he was right now were two completely different people.

"But… You are the hero of Silverymoon. At this point…" Rafiniya gave it one last try.

"Oh! Please don't call me that, 'Knight of Light'!" Leylin's obvious rejection caused Rafiniya to finally give up.

"Even knowing that this will take my life, I will not give up on my sense of justice. This is my path as a knight!" Rafiniya's voice resounded in the tent.

Watching her back as she left, Leylin stroked his chin and muttered to himself. "What conviction she has. It'll be difficult to make her fall…"

She planned on using her strength alone to turn the tide of the losing battle, to become a shining hero! When he was young before, in his previous life, Leylin had read many novels of that type. He'd thought them to be chock full of emotion and hot blood, but in the end only bitterly smiled at it.

Reality and imagination were two completely different things. Turning the tables under such terrible circumstances was something only possible in stories, and it was just an author trying to please the readers. In reality, such a thing had less than a hundred millionth of a chance of happening.

Such shining heroes who were full of fiery passion were indeed worthy of respect, but Leylin would never join their ranks!

"Besides… such an impulsive person like Rafiniya will probably die halfway to her goal. In the end, will her achievements allow her to be reputed as a hero?"

……

The next day, Leylin received word that Rafiniya's departed without informing him. Using her own charm, she had even persuaded some people and taken about twenty with her.

Leylin merely rolled his shoulders back in answer, "Since they're fools, let them go!"

After gathering Andrew and other nobles, Leylin discussed their next move.

"Silverymoon is now under siege. As part of the Silverymoon Alliance, I grieve and lament the situation. I've already dispatched my knights to bring people to provide support. If there's anyone here who wants to go, please announce yourselves!" Leylin exclaimed with a smile.

What came next was a difficult silence. The nobles who were seated all knew that the orcs were extremely determined. Their elite army of a hundred thousand had surrounded Silverymoon thoroughly, and going forth with the small numbers of people and horses they had was just suicide.

On top of that, Leylin's army had low morale, and it had recently dropped even further. Hence, all these nobles wanted to do was bury their heads in their chests like ostriches.

'The personal troops of the nobles will only be able to do as they please in their own territories…' Leylin shook his head at this and then clapped, "Good. Next, let's discuss the direction of my army…"

The nobles looked at each other when Leylin acted like the master here, but nobody dared oppose it. The term 'my army' obviously included them as well. Officially, Silverymoon had pulled back all of their forces. Leylin's army basically had the highest power.

Alustriel had personally invested him with the title of a Baron whose power extended over generations. He was a noble who had been granted territory near the Moonwood. Who else had more power than him?

Most importantly, when it came to strength, Leylin alone would be able to eliminate the rest! The reason he had gathered them was only to nominally receive their agreement, and the nobles had all sensibly chosen to consent to this silently.

This was what Leylin had prepared. The moment any of the nobles dared go against him, he'd just slaughter them. In the turmoil of war, what would the deaths of a few people amount to?

A large military map was hung up on the wall. At the center of it was the wizards' city, Silverymoon. The jewel of the north already had multiple red arrows around it, showing how it was surrounded.

The map also showed the surrounding terrain. Most of the lands in the north had fallen to enemy hands, coloured black. In the west were the Moonwood and Nether Mountains. As the orcs had expended most of their strength in surrounding Silverymoon, or perhaps because of the werecreatures' Blackblood tribe, the humans were still somewhat in charge there. However, the terrifying werecreatures were already a huge threat, and these nobles were fleeing with all their might.

There were now three routes for Leylin and the rest. One was to provide support to Silverymoon selflessly, clashing head on with the orc army. The second was to stay here and pray that Silverymoon could hold on. After the war had ended, they could then settle their accounts. The last was to move to the south and abandon the territory and people here.

Leylin was more inclined towards the third. "Silverymoon is the wizards' city after all. The queen is a Chosen, and even if the orcs can breach Silverymoon, they would have to pay a huge price, and that would make it difficult for them to go south…"

Such an explicit declaration put the nobles on the spot.

"Lord Leylin, SIlverymoon won't be able to hang on with its strength…" While many of the nobles were greedy, despicable and shameless, there were also many who were clear-headed and unwilling to part with their territories.

This was the only source of their power! In order to protect their interests, nobles could even make a deal with the orcs or devils, and disregard the threat to their lives.

"It's best to let the orcs and Silverymoon harm each other. This way, nobody would be able to bother with us." There were also many who thought the same.

Leylin made a quick scan of the surroundings and understood their thoughts.

'How childish… Do they think they're out of the woods if they bury their head in the sand?' Leylin snickered inside, though he knew that getting the nobles to abandon everything was not reasonable.

Thankfully, with the report just before and the joint declaration as well as the document, there was no change in whether they stayed or left. Besides, the negative effects of bringing these people along far outweighed the benefits.

"Alright! All of you can leave alone if you wish to. Any who are willing to head south with me can stay here…"

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Yorkshire

With Leylin's current reputation and the nobles now seeing his true colours, they politely spouted a whole pile of meaningless words. They then sped off as if their rear ends had been set on fire.

Soon enough, the tent began to seem a little desolate. Only a few figures chose to remain, one of which was someone Leylin was on familiar terms with.

"Baron Andrew! I never thought you would make such a choice," Leylin said calmly as he looked at the middle-aged noble, who was constantly taking his silk handkerchief out and wiping his face.

"The orcs are attacking extremely ferociously. Even the werecreatures were not so easily dealt with. The ration stores in my territory aren't enough to get us past this winter famine…" Baron Andrew laughed wryly, "I only have a humble request… When we pass by my territory, may I bring a part of my family along?"

Leylin nodded, "As long as the numbers are within a hundred, and if you bring your own supplies."

"Thank you very much!" Andrew lowered his head.

While it was tough losing his position as the leader, Andrew could clearly see the situation in the north. Those fools and swines wanted to compromise with the orcs, or had the hope that the other side would let them off lightly. That was as impossible and laughable as the sun rising from the west!

"Great then. I'll give you a day to prepare. Once time is up, we will depart immediately!" Leylin decided.

……

A large army slowly marched across the scorched wilderness. A few knights dashed ahead on horseback, their bodies stained with blood and filled with a valiant aura.

The knights darted to a giant carriage, speaking respectfully, "My lord, we've taken care of the troubles in front. It was a wave of goblins and dwarf bandits, there are no casualties."

"Alright. Order the troops to quicken their footsteps!" Leylin said slowly from within the tent, his eyes closed. He stopped his deep contemplation, and the group's speed increased with his orders.

"This is really quite massive…" Leylin opened the windows of the carriage and watched the lively crowd, especially the disorderly refugees following next to his people, and sighed.

The orcs' main forces were focused in the direction of Silverymoon, while the werebeasts were occupied with the territories that Leylin and the rest had abandoned. They were more than glad to see all these people leaving.

Including the people of Andrew and the other nobles, Leylin had over a thousand in his entourage. That was enough to intimidate others.

Large military armies would not think much of them, and they were able to deal with the harassment of smaller groups. Hence, the trip to the south was very safe even though these refugees were rather unexpected.

The fierce attacks of the orcs and other large organisations completely broke Silverymoon and the regions to the north. It resulted in a tremendous wave of refugees. Many humans were fleeing south, and quite a few were bringing their families along. Things were very chaotic.

There was wave after wave of bandits, thieves on horseback, and goblins committing all sorts of crimes in the autumn wilderness, be it fighting, raiding, or plundering. It could be said that reaching the south safely without any military protection was just a pipe dream.

Along the way, it wasn't as if commoners or nobles did not come over and beg for his protection. However, Leylin himself had very few rations left. It didn't make sense to give them to people he did not know. Besides taking in a few nobles as external support, he did not accept anyone.

However, there were refugees who tagged behind Leylin's group and made use of their might. There was no way around that, and as long as they posed no threat Leylin could not be bothered to deal with them.

'The glory of the north is now consigned to history…' Leylin walked out of the horse carriage and got onto a handsome black horse, surveying the entire group. Everywhere he went, whether it was the family of the nobles or the original troops, everyone lowered their heads in respect.

They knew that Leylin was their leader, their shield as well as the one in control of their lives. If he grew hostile and chased them away, they would be like those pitiful refugees!

On top of that, this high-ranked military official was also a high-ranked wizard! In this chaotic world, those with strength gave one a sense of security.

Tiff was more aware of this. After leaving the Nether Mountains, Leylin intentionally had him hide himself. Even though there were rumours, most people expressed their disbelief in it. How powerful was a Legend? Why would he suddenly serve under Leylin?

On top of that, most of the Legends in the north had risen to fame a long time ago. Tiff was an unfamiliar face, and on top of that he was using an alias.

"Lord Leylin!" Andrew brought a handsome white horse to Leylin's side, seemingly wanting to curry favour with him. After seeing his mount, Leylin had the urge to laugh.

Commanders who rode white horses were normally very unlucky in his previous life, white was the easiest to spot after all. It was the same now. If there were assassins or archers here, their first target would definitely be Andrew. His mount and the ornaments indicating his status as a noble were far too obvious.

"Mm. There's about three more days left. We're about to reach Yorkshire already. What are your plans?" Leylin asked.

Yorkshire was the human territory to the south of Silverymoon. It was also the place where Leylin predicted the orc waves would stop. The expansive regions in the north were already more than enough for them to take, and there were other organisations unwilling to see the orcs and their gods expanding further.

"I have a few relatives there, so I'll seek shelter." Andrew now had a forced smile on his face, "Perhaps I'll be able to buy a villa in the city and a few manors outside. It would be impossible to live as luxuriously as I had in the north though…"

The extravagant lifestyle of nobles all came from their territories, with the taxes squeezing the people dry. Once they lost their territories and troops, they had basically lost all their power.

This was why many nobles had stubbornly stayed behind in the north. It wasn't that they could not see the obvious outcome, but they could not bear to leave! In comparison, Andrew's choice was more sensible and firm.

"Yorkshire…" Leylin had a ruminating look.

"Yes. That is Marquis Lancet's territory," Andrew said, but he did not continue.

That marquis was an important power in the Silverymoon Alliance. However, his stance was rather dubious in this calamity, and he had been stuck in a rut. He also had good relations with other human kingdoms in the centre.

Of course, Leylin's method of escape was not particularly impressive, so there was no use criticising Andrew for his decision.

'No matter what world we are in, as long as nobody is foolish is enough to threaten the central nobles, the chances of placating the regional nobles is still very high. Even in the World of Gods, this holds true.' Leylin deeply understood the thoughts of those who held power.

After those in the south struck the Silverymoon Alliance, they definitely would not want the orcs to grow stronger. Hence, after Silverymoon collapsed, they would regain control of the orcs again.

This was what Marquis Lancet wished for. He definitely did not want his territory to turn into a battlefield, instead making use of this time to gather more strength!

While it was impossible to pacify everyone by dividing up the territories in Yorkshire, it was very likely that he'd give away the area surrounding Yorkshire as a buffer for the escaping organisations.

'They'll give us the territories at the north of Yorkshire and let us become the frontlines and cannon fodder to fend off the orcs…' Leylin stroked his chin, a peculiar smile lingering on his lips, 'Who knows, after entering Yorkshire, someone might draw me into a marriage proposal…'

Stripping a noble of territory was just too ugly. Doing this through a joint marriage was a far more gentle and acceptable way. The large nobles would definitely not want to be accused of doing something so terrible, so this was basically inevitable.

Three days later, the large group entered Yorkshire. Order had been reestablished here, with well-equipped elites patrolling the entire area. There were even batches of cavalry on occasion.

Evidently, Marquis Lancet did not dare believe the orcs at the north. After all, they were simple-minded, and it was natural that they might suddenly have a change of heart. Compared to orcs, these refugees would pose a threat to security!

At the very least, after seeing Leylin's organised troops, the soldiers looked wary. Leylin nonchalantly showed his noble and military rank pass, and then let them do what they needed.

'I finally see it… the power of the churches…' Leylin could see many huge tents set up in an orderly manner outside the city. Numerous priests with differently coloured church emblems and symbols were hastily walking around and helping refugees.

With a calamity on the horizon, this was the time for a huge harvest for faith. Leylin saw many crying ugly tears and repenting after obtaining oatmeal for emergency relief, and then entering churches.

'It was rare to see them in the north when there was a calamity, but they're all gathered here. The thoughts of humans and gods are obvious…' Leylin thought inside.

Of course, it wasn't as if there weren't other types of priests in their midst. For instance, Leylin saw a small group of holy warriors and mercenaries rushing towards the north.

'These are the paladins and priests of the God of Justice, Tyr. They're rushing to the battlefield in their own name…' Leylin thought to himself, 'The gods with human factions are usually the most neutral. How could the God of Justice allow his own followers to participate in the battle in their own name? What a ridiculous internal power struggle…'

Leylin snickered. However, this was a chance for him.

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Falling To The Enemy

'Table manners' were very important. Even Leylin needed something to cover up Cassley's murder, those large noble families often investigated these things thoroughly.

Due to the racial conflicts, the rulers of various human nations had sent their armies to help in the north. However, even the most ferocious armies could only push the frontlines of battle closer to Yorkshire. There was basically no difference even with them around.

There was a solemness and tragedy to the paladins who were heading north alone. Leylin didn't dwell on it long, though. Soon enough, the troops of Yorkshire brought the conditions of the city.

Leylin and the nobles could enter, but the army would have to stay outside. That was their bottom line. Leylin merely rolled his shoulders back and accepted this condition calmly.

The surge of nobles from the north had inflated Yorkshire's prices greatly, to the point that even nobles found it hard to stomach it. Of course, there were still benefits to holding power. A luxury villa was arranged for Leylin, with everything free of charge.

Leylin then met the Marquis Lancet he had heard about so often in rumours.

"Baron Leylin, I've long since wanted to see the rare wizarding genius of the north!" Lancet had a head of silver, curled hair, and a poised appearance. After seeing Leylin, even the wrinkles on his face smoothed out. He had evidently conducted a thorough investigation before meeting him.

"I am extremely grateful for the Marquis' generosity when the north has fallen into enemy hands!" Leylin's behaviour astounded the marquis. Most geniuses were arrogant, but Lancet saw none of that in Leylin's expression.

On top of that, he lacked the inflexible thinking and apathy so common to wizards, and instead seemed more like a scholar. His bearing even surpassed a few of the grandmasters he had paid a great deal of money to hire.

Lancet poured Leylin a glass of dark red wine, looking sorrowful. "Before we get to the formal discussions, I wish to tell the Baron something with regards to the north…"

"Has Silverymoon fallen?" Leylin's eyes glinted as he asked indifferently.

Lancet's hand halted pouring the wine for an instant, causing the stream of liquor to break off for a while. He then sat in front of Leylin as if nothing had happened, a profound look in his eyes. "It seems like you have your own intelligence channels, Baron… Indeed, Silverymoon fell just yesterday…"

……

One day ago, the north. Silverymoon City.

As the chief advisor to Silverymoon, Scholar Buren who was like the prime minister was watching Alustriel with worry in his eyes. She looked tired, her brows furrowed. The sight was heartbreaking.

Forgetting her real age for a moment, if one were to judge her based on her mental age and outer appearance, the life and death of the city had been put into the hands of a little girl. Scholar Buren thought this was just too cruel.

While Alustriel had great reputation and charm, she was not a qualified leader. The stress of war practically overwhelmed her.

"No, the Goddess has yet to give me an answer!" Alustriel now seemed to have ended her meditation, the wrinkles on her forehead deepening.

The Goddess of the Weave, being a greater god, was the cornerstone that maintained SIlverymoon's existence. Now, however, she was rejecting Alustriel's prayers and requests for help, which made things clear.

"It's not just any god. Has even the mighty Mystra abandoned us?" Seeing this, even a powerful legendary wizard like Buren felt his heart sink.

Roar!* The cries of distant beasts travelled into the palace, causing Alustriel's expression to change.

"It's starting again," Scholar Buren sighed. A teleportation gate opened up, and Alustriel stood on the city walls next to Buren.

"Long Live Her Majesty! Long Live Her Majesty!" Seeing her appearance, the morale of the city guards soared. They were now full of hope.

Alustriel had displayed her might as the Goddess' Chosen these past few days. Only the orc emperor Saladin could contend with her.

'But the queen is the leader, her responsibilities do not lie here. Battling the opposing high-ranked Professionals should be the job of the military wizards!' Scholar Buren sighed inside. While Alustriel had immense charm and strength, this queen was still too inexperienced.

Buren watched the orcs' formation under the city. There were huge siege vehicles and terrifying behemoths with them, and the worry in his heart increased. Even with the aid of all sorts of smelted items, as well as high-ranked and legendary wizards in charge, they were now at a disadvantage.

'We have too few men… Few in the Silverymoon Alliance contributed much, and the troops that were sent out with orders didn't bring any others back. Less than half of the original city guards that could take on the most rigorous missions returned…'

Scholar Buren thought it over, and then proposed to Alustriel, "Your Majesty, things have gotten this bad already. Please consider my suggestion!"

"No need for that. I can't abandon my people, especially at a time like this!" Alustriel resolutely interrupted Scholar Buren's words.

"Look!" She pointed downwards, "There are still so many of my people, so many of those who believe in me here. How could I abandon them and leave?"

Alustriel's face flushed red, an even greater might exploding forth from her body. Rafiniya quietly looked in the queen's direction from a corner of the crowd. Powerful energy undulations were radiated outwards, and the golden light shining on her made her feel comfortably warm.

'Is this grace? No! This… It's a large-scale buff!' Rafiniya's face flushed, and she felt as if she could slay a dragon right at that moment.

Alustriel's little face was now pale. Even with support from the large-scale magic formations under the city walls, such a large boost was still difficult to cast. She had even used up some divine force for this. However, she wouldn't appear frail. The young, girlish voice resounded, "We will achieve victory!"

"Victory!" "Victory!" "Victory!" Countless troops roared.

Rafiniya was moved, her eyes glimmering with sparkling tears. As she watched the paladins around her whose faces were just as flushed as hers was, eyes showing their firm resolve, she felt as if she had truly chosen the perfect path for herself.

'This is the work of justice! Fighting for well-being and happiness!' Rafiniya clenched her fists tightly, 'Leylin… Someday, he'll definitely come to realise his mistakes and regret this!'

Roar!* At this moment, the orc emperor Saladin had arrived at the frontlines.

"A large-scaled buff?" There was no emotion in Saladin's eyes right now. The maids and other orc leaders beside him all lowered their heads respectfully, not daring to move at all.

"All preparations are done. Our master's strength can descend at any time!" A few high-ranked priests headed over as they reported.

"Very good!" Saladin suddenly took a step forward. The earth's surface seemed to tremble as a terrifying might burst forth from his body.

Ka-cha! Ka-cha!* Saladin's body abruptly increased in size, and in an instant he turned into a miniature giant, five metres tall and still growing. His clothes, armour and all items shattered with the violent movements.

This was the legendary spell— War God's Possession!

Finally, Saladin turned into a terrifying giant over fifty metres tall. Only one item scaled up with him, the Thunder God's Hammer!

"Lightning Strike!" Rafiniya heard Saladin's voice loud and clear. The loud, horrifying sound caused her eardrums to tremble, with a stinging pain.

Afterwards, berserk lightning filled the skies and tore the clouds apart as everything gathered at the battle hammer.

Lightning from the highest of heavens rumbled as it seemingly turned into a terrifying dragon, releasing the most powerful flames of its fury!

Violet! As if a new world was being born, violet light quickly spread around the area. Under this light, the city gates and everything else completely melted away…

……

"Just like that, the orc emperor Saladin brazenly went against the agreement in the continent and used a terrifying legendary spell. With the boost of a divine weapon, he defeated Silverymoon thoroughly in one shot."

Marquis Lancet narrated calmly. However, from how he suddenly gulped down a mouthful of wine, it seemed that this strength of legends still caused terror to well up within him. Leylin listened to everything he said. While he knew this would happen, he was still unclear on the exact process, "Then… Where is Her Majesty Alustriel now?"

Seeing Leylin getting the main point, the Marquis' eyes were full of praise, "It is said that her whereabouts are unknown, but there is a large possibility she survived. After all, the vitality of those with divine force is frightening…"

With Alustriel's strength, few would be able to find her if she truly wanted to conceal herself. However, based on her personality, she was unlikely get back on her feet quickly after this. She would probably require a long time to recoup.

At the end, Lancet intentionally brought up something, "Leylin, I have a wine reception here the day after tomorrow. I hope you can come!".

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Feast of Power

'Has the feast for the division of power and party after the war already begun?' After walking out of the Marquis' mansion, Leylin sighed inside. After the fall of Silverymoon, the chaos in the north could be said to have ended.

With powerful defensive spells and numerous strong beings, Silverymoon did cause huge damage to the orc forces. Even the orc emperor Saladin had sustained grievous injuries and was now in a coma. It was said that that he had only been able to retain his life because of the god's possession.

After swallowing up Silverymoon and the surrounding regions, the orc armies now had no more strength to carry on south. With the trials and unions of war, an orc empire took shape and slowly established itself in the skeleton of Silverymoon. This was much more important than expansion.

Once they succeeded, this would also be a boost for the orc god Gruumsh. After all, he was the god of all orcs.

'The human gods wouldn't let the orcs head south anyway…' Leylin sat in the horse carriage, his eyes dark.

'Mystra is far too powerful, and that caused the reservations of the gods from her faction. The numerous conflicts that amassed in the north combined to give this result… All the scheduled plans have succeeded. Weakening the Goddess of the Weave is enough, and the human gods would probably not want the orc god to get stronger…'

Leylin was rather surprised by Mystra's tolerance. That she could even disregard her daughter in name and Silverymoon showed how immense the stress on her was.

'In general, the orcs have gotten a pretty good opportunity. It'll be hard to get them to spit up what they've already gained, but they also don't have more strength to stir up trouble…' Leylin had a keen grasp on this, something far too few in the World of Gods understood.

The gods here were held high and untouchable! With tens of thousands of years of praise from the churches, regular humans now treated gods like true saints, believing them to be emotionless. They forgot that these deities were merely stronger versions of regular people, and had it in them to feel happiness, anger, sorrow and joy.

On one level, the gods were even more emotional than regular humans!

'It's not that they can't recognise it. It's more that they're afraid to do so!' Leylin snickered. 'It's not as if I haven't seen people who blindly make excessive declarations and fool themselves into believing it while they're at it…'

This was an exaggeration caused by the environment, and a limitation from the era they were in. If not for Leylin coming from another world and having had experiences in the Magus World, he wasn't guaranteed to have seen through this either.

Not everyone dared tear off this pretense, looking down on the gods with contempt. The terror of burning at the stake for disrespect had long since shackled the original occupants of the World of Gods.

The few who were aware of the situation could not make any changes to it, and could only grieve and go insane over this…

"Master!" A dim light enveloped the cabin in an instant, creating a noise-isolating barrier. A small figure jumped out from within the cabin, bowing to Leylin respectfully.

Even with Leylin's strength, it was impossible to create a tremendous intelligence network out of nothing in a short period of time. However, with Beelzebub's generous aid, things were different.

Leylin had taken control of all the worshippers of the Sovereign King of Gluttony in the north. The methods he'd used were the same as always. The name of Kukulkan had long since been blacklisted by many churches, marking him a wanted man.

"Did you investigate properly?" Leylin flicked his nail, producing a crisp sound.

"Yes… the human nations in the south have already passed a secret motion regarding the division of land amongst the feudal vassals in Yorkshire and other places. Marquis Lancet seems to be backed by the church of wealth, though he is also colluding with devils…"

Working with devils did not mean believing in them. Who knew, it could even be someone under Beelzebub.

In reality, other archdevils were doing quite well in the prime material plane. While gathering his forces here, Leylin had met followers who believed in other devils as well. After all, the worshippers who had lost Beelzebub's protection were the best prey.

"While everything was done on the sly, our men managed to find out about it…" The tiny figure sounded smug, but Leylin was not really happy. After all, it was easy for devils to discover other devils.

"Do you know which devil it is?" Leylin asked dully.

"Archdevil Mammon, in charge of the third level of the nine hells of Baator. I've seen one of the devils under him, and he's appeared near the Marquis' manor…" The small figure answered surely.

"Greed? That does seem to suit Lancet." Leylin chuckled as he spoke.

The World of Gods had a huge dimensional universe. The outermost layer was the terrifying crystal sphere, tenaciously rejecting all communication with the outside.

Within it, the prime material plane was the foundation of the rest. There were tremendously vast dimensional spaces both above and below it, greatly surpassing it in scale.

If the World of Gods was compared to a meat pie, then the prime material plane was definitely the filling. The top was the land of the world of gods, while the bottom layer was the boundless abyss and hell. Around the pie were many semi-planes, littered around like sesame seeds.

While this description had some errors to it, it was pretty accurate.

The prime material plane wasn't just connected to numerous semi-planes and the dimension's core. It was also the world's main source of faith and souls. Thus, the gods, demons, and devils all coveted it, launching into wars for its control. This had already happened numerous times.

The hells of Baator had originally been one with the abyss, but they'd separated for some reason. The devils and demons had turned into mortal enemies, occasionally breaking out in huge bloody wars.

The hells now had a total of nine levels. However, as the devils were in charge of order, they usually had the upper hand in battles.

The archdevil unlucky enough to fall at Leylin's hands, the Sovereign King of Gluttony Beelzebub, was the master of the second layer of hell.

'The first layer of hell is a public area, where many huge, ambitious devils try to gain control There are even some humans and other races living there. The second level is Beelzebub's territory, though it now lacks a master. The third belongs to Mammon…' Leylin immediately recalled the intel he had on the hells. That was only possible thanks to Beelzebub's selfless contributions.

"Greed, huh." Leylin sighed. As devils could control human hearts, these archdevils' laws were usually inclined towards emotions.

"Forget it, don't do anything for now." Leylin shook his head, "Anything else?"

"Hehe… Master, I bewitched another follower on my way here. She wanted my help to protect her status as a noble, and I've already agreed…" The tiny figure's voice became tender, like a little girl acting coquettishly.

"Don't even think of doing that in front of me." Leylin warned her, a dark lustre shining in his eyes. That immediately caused the figure to start quivering.

"Your– Your subordinate wouldn't dare!"

"A noble? Who is it?" After disciplining her, Leylin asked with interest.

"Miss Mila of the Shump Family! Her father and brothers all died at the hands of horse-mounted, and their territory is coveted by her other relatives. Without support, she'll probably await death in a monastery…

"Based on what I know, she will appear at Marquis Lancet's wine reception!" The figure added.

"An arranged marriage? While this might be a terrible custom, it really is the best method." Leylin nodded. Thieves still had to observe table manners when sharing the loot. It was far too difficult to allow the poor to directly become nobles, and the resistance was far too powerful.

A marriage would make things easier, making the other nobles accept things more comfortably. In a situation like this where all the direct family members were dead, the daughter they left behind was a target that a whole group of wolves would drool over.

"She's rather smart. What does she want? What can she give?" Leylin asked calmly.

"The Shump Family has the hereditary title of viscount, and they have land north of Yorkshire. She can take in our people and allow them to hold office in the territory that will belong to her husband. However, only heirs of her bloodline will succeed the noble title…"

"That's not too harsh. I'll agree once I see her…" Leylin nodded.

'However, taking her as my bride at this point would seem like I'm showing off. Getting the title of viscount while my father is still a baron makes things awkward… More importantly, I can't stay in the north permanently…' Leylin sunk into deep thought.

'Seems like Miss Mila should look for a husband from among my underlings. Tiff's not that bad. It's not like we can't change things in terms of his appearance and age, and I can use this opportunity to give him a new identity…' Leylin promptly decided the fate of this noble lady.

This was how cruel the real world was. If not for Leylin taking over, she would be in a more pitiful state.

"I'll also need to help my men settle down and reward them…" Leylin knew fully well that the reason they were following him was because they believed he could bring them wealth and status. It was the basis of their loyalty.

Most of the time, what those at the bottom yearned for was to have his leftovers after he took the juiciest benefits. It was only because of their existence that Leylin could participate in this feast of bandits, getting his share of the profits with difficulty.

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Return Trip

An enormous ship sailed across the ocean, its black bottom making it look like a floating castle of steel. Leylin sat in the most luxurious room of the ship, looking at a scroll made of beast skin.

'It's already been over 5 months…' Leylin sighed.

A lot of time had passed since the feast where they had divided Silverymoon's power. Tiff had followed Leylin's instructions and married the viscount mistress, forging an identity and becoming a glorious noble. As for their feelings? That merited a chuckle, many noble couples disregarded all that.

Afterwards, Leylin had cleansed and reorganised his own troops. He had hired trusted aides and the elites, leaving the rest for Tiff to settle in his territory. He would give them wealth and land. In the end, he had circled back to finished what he had started.

The northern territories had gradually grown more stable, and the orc empire had been established without incident. Saladin had become the first emperor, which caused a sensation in the World of Gods.

After seeing that there were no benefits left for him to pick up, Leylin happened to receive a letter from his family and chose to return home.

'If I hadn't been backed by a Legend, then I would have been completely unable to participate in the inner circle's feast…' Leylin sighed, his eyes filled with a thirst for power.

The changes in the northern territory had led to the orcs emerging as the fully deserving winner. The other human gods had also won what they wanted, and Leylin had also arrived in time to ruthlessly cash in on the opportunity. The only losers were Mystra and Silverymoon itself.

However, competition between gods were very slow. The Goddess of the Weave was very powerful, and this recent defeat couldn't harm her fundamentally. She would be able to lick her wounds in silence and could make her comeback in the future.

However, all of this no longer affected him. Leylin looked outside the translucent closed glass windows at the boundless azure sea. There were even a few white seagulls circling in the distance.

"I've gained enough from this trip to the northern lands…' Leylin silently counted up his profits. In terms of power, he'd received a great deal of material on the arcanists and even raised his power to rank 15!

He was now a rank 15 arcanist-cum-wizard! At his age, it was universally shocking for him to have attained so much in such little time. Even before the dusk of the gods, in the times of Netheril, no genius could be compared to him as he was now.

Moreover, he'd exchanged military merits for Silverymoon's collection of resources for legendary wizards. It was enough for him to grasp the path of wizards as well.

If his wizard tower on Faulen Island had been completed, Leylin was certain that he would be able to increase his wizard ranking further. It wouldn't be impossible to become a Legend, although it would need both innate talent and luck.

In actual fact, Leylin had also thought of going to Silverymoon City while he was in the northern territories. When the city walls had fallen he had considered wantonly making a killing, but he had given up on this idea in the end.

Although it was quite possible for him to make a profit, the dangers were similarly extremely high. Having obtained so much already, Leylin didn't intend to take more risks.

'As for organisations, the northern territories' Beelzebub worship network has already been subdued. With Tiff a viscount, the territory can be considered a gathering point for the organisations, and more can be done there in the future…' Leylin stroked his chin, 'And as for goods, I have legendary red dragon materials, as well as this!'

A bag of holding flashed, and a black scroll of beast skin appeared in Leylin's hands. It still had traces of dried blood on it. Leylin paid attention to the scroll, growing sombre.

'Why did Distorted Shadow leave this scroll behind?' Leylin felt a lingering fear as he thought of the dangerous experience he'd had. Distorted Shadow was an ancient rank 8 Magus who had found his own path, and if his true body had appeared it would have been bad.

As for that pocket dimension, even if it had fallen already the thing left behind would certainly be profoundly interesting.

"The remains of Netheril must still hold some secrets…" Leylin muttered to himself. As he had been tempted into opening it, that pocket dimension had already collapsed. However, Leylin believed the ruins weren't that simple in layout.

'And Helen…' After careful consideration, Leylin had decided not to bring the half-elf arcanist and mid-ranked wizard along. He had left her in Tiff's territory in the north.

'The power of the law of distortion…' The intent Distorted Shadow had left behind had been extremely terrifying. More so was the power of distortion that it wielded, which could affect even time and space. It completely exceeded Leylin's expectations, which fuelled his interest further. If not for that, he would long since have disposed of something like this beast skin scroll.

No matter what these ancient Magi had prepared for him, wouldn't it all be useless if he did not take the bait?

'The ancient Distorted Shadow… Even in the Magus World, there exist very few records of him. It is only known that he is not a native of the Magus World, but a formidable power from another world. No one has ever seen his true body,' Leylin thought of the research that his main body had seen, 'As for his path, clearly the law of distortion is his main one. It has the power to melt time and space, and even has illusory abilities.

'Is it inevitable that the path of a rank 9 Magi must touch upon laws dealing with space-time?' Leylin's eyes flashed as he rose to his feet, moving in front of the desk beside him.

The mahogany desk was mottled with black dots and marks, as well as numerous nicks. The debris on top of it had already been cleared and the desk was clean, leaving behind only a distorted pentagram array.

He put the beast skin scroll into the center of the array and his eyes seemed to glow blue.

"A.I. Chip! Pay attention to scanning and record all the information down," Leylin commanded.

[Beep! Mission established, initiating scan of experimental data.] The A.I. Chip loyally executed Leylin's commands.

'The World of Gods rejected the laws of the Magi. Because of this, Distorted Shadow couldn't use his full power. The risk of contamination should be low…'

"Seawater, salt, petals, dragonblood stones, feces of a nightmare bat…" Leylin threw everything into the corners of the pentagram, occasionally spitting out incantations.

'The power of the bat and the dragon's blood, adding in the blessings of the petals…' It had to be said that even though it was an improved version, his spell models were filled with the style of a Magus. If other wizards saw this, perhaps they would be scared to death by this strange ritual.

Leylin finally snatched up a pinch of green sand and sprinkled it down lightly.

Bang!* The grains of sand spontaneously burst into green flames in mid-air and rained into the pentagram array. Little by little, the flames wrapped the beast hide scroll into itself.

"In the name of the devouring serpent, reveal the truth within the illusion…"

Zzz! Zzz!* The scroll seemed to melt into the green flames, and the bloodstains on it grew even brighter and more real. Drops of beautiful blood began to drip down, bringing with them the power of distortion.

[Warning! Warning! The power of another world's laws has been detected, reaching the limit of the World of Gods' suppression.] At this moment, the A.I. Chip also issued a new red warning.

'Wait!' Leylin's face was flushed. He suddenly made up his mind and plunged his finger into the array.

A warm feeling spread into him the moment his finger touched the red bloodstain. Afterwards, Leylin saw his hand grow endlessly old and rot. The skin grew wrinkled, yellowed and even rotted black. The ageing process spread unceasingly, extending from his fingertips to his shoulder, his chest, then his entire body.

Zzz!* The skin was followed by his flesh and bone, the red and white wasting away under the force of time. Time seemed to speed up in the region, and the world seemed to transform. In the blink of an eye, several thousand years had passed.

'I am the Distorted Shadow! Your devouring serpent shall feed my heart!' In the end, all that was left of Leylin was a pair of eyeballs. It was at this moment that he finally saw a formless mass spreading everywhere. This was Distorted Shadow who lacked a true body.

[Beep! Energy has been exhausted from law probe, process automatically terminated!]

'Mm?' Leylin looked at his hand. His white fingers were bright and clean and filled with the vitality of youth. There was not the slightest trace of age and decay. Nothing in the room had changed, as if everything that had transpired had only been an illusion.

The pentagram array's green flames had already burnt themselves up, and the bloodstained scroll rested nicely in the centre of the array. However, the dragonblood stone and other items had already disappeared without a trace.

"The belongings of ancient Magi are very dangerous. As expected, it's strange enough to be terrifying…" Leylin muttered, "Did I immediately get cursed after I opened it? Did Distorted Shadow use this method to resurrect himself? Or did he make other arrangements…"

After pondering the matter for a long time and meticulously examining the A.I. Chip's records, Leylin sealed the scroll and put it away. At the very least, it had the traces of a rank 8 Magus' craftsmanship and his power of laws, so it was a great inspiration to him now.

'No matter what, I'll still continue to walk down my own path. Growing stronger is always the right thing to do,' Leylin's goal had always been extremely steady, and did not change under any circumstances.

'There's still some time left before I reach the outer seas of the Dambrath Kingdom, which is just enough for me to completely read through the arcanist materials. I can record all the arcanist spell models as well…' Leylin tidied up the desk and sunk deeply into his thoughts once again.

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Path

A noble youth with curly golden hair and blue eyes lay on a soft silk bed in a dim room, a contemplative look on his face.

'Arcanists… Magi who comprehended laws descended into the World of Gods during the final war, and created them to adapt their power into this world's laws. They attempted experiments to make themselves like natives, and this was the result… They were the founding fathers of wizardry…'

Leylin viewed the materials he had obtained from the ruins of Netheril. With the A.I. Chip's powerful capabilities, he had copied all of the ruins' information and begun to arrange them into categories.

Arcanists weren't simply battle spellcasters. There was a whole lot else to them as well. Alchemy, botany, enchanted architecture, forcefields, arcane runes… It was almost an all-inclusive package. If arcanists were used as the standard to select the best wizards, then the number of wizards would drop by over 90%.

After all, arcanists were Magi who had localised themselves to the World of Gods. They couldn't be compared to the wizards who used the Weave.

Among all this data, what Leylin cared most about was the Magi who comprehended laws. These ancient Magi were gloriously powerful, and Leylin admired them deeply. He longed to learn from them.

Although it was difficult to perform research on arcanists, Leylin didn't think much of it. The only thing that he needed to focus his mental and physical efforts on was the paths of those ancient Magi and their inheritances. Their thoughts and reasoning spilled forth from the arcanist inheritance.

This was the truly valuable aspect and the greatest guiding light for him!

The inheritances of the Magi had been damaged due to the ancient final war. Only the inheritances of mysterious and powerful ancient Magi circulated in the World of Gods, but there had been very few truly crucial and pertinent ones.

Although Leylin's original body had risen to near rank 7, only after meeting ancient existences like the Mother Core did he truly begin to come into contact with Magi who comprehended laws. Even those existences did not truly comprehend the paths walked by other rank 8 Magi.

Far too many Magi had fallen in the final war, and few had been able to leave behind inheritances.

Leylin had completed integrating everything he'd gleaned from the arcanists' inheritance. With this he could finally form an image of an ancient Magus, and acquire a general idea of the path walked by those who comprehended laws.

'A Magus needs to surpass an enormous threshold every three ranks. Rank 1 to 3 Magi cultivate their spiritual force, and rank 4 to 6 Magi expand their soul force. For rank 7 and above, one needs to grasp the power of laws!' Leylin's eyes gleamed.

'A rank 7 Magus needs to grasp a complete law, and rank 8 Magi need to grasp several different ones. To break through the threshold of rank 8, one needs to refine all the laws they've grasped to form their own path. And in one's own path, they need to leave enough leeway to grasp the power of space and time, else they will never be able to advance to rank 9.'

Leylin's eyes glowed even more brightly, 'The path cannot be walked twice, and perhaps a peak rank 8 existence like the Mother Core walked down the wrong path. Her powers cannot extend to control spacetime, and she can't advance.'

"As for my path… How should I plan this?" Leylin muttered to himself. His path of advancement had to remain steady, and the choice of what laws he would refine was even more important.

This was just like the ancient Distorted Shadow. Although Leylin could not confirm what laws he grasped, he understood that the power refined from them was one of distortion!

The power of distortion held the law of spacetime within it. As a result, Distorted Shadow had been extremely close to the realm of rank 9. Even having fallen thousands of years ago, he could still cause some trouble today.

'It is very important to have a stable foundation of laws. The feeling that I get from Mother Core is one of stability and gravity, so her foundation must have something to do with the power of the earth and fire. Perhaps it's too difficult to extend that to control spacetime,' After his worldview was expanded, Leylin held a deeper understanding of the strength of the other Magi who comprehended laws.

'The Snake Dowager is different! Although she has not advanced to the peak of rank 8, the power of shadows she has chosen is rather good. At the very least, the power of shadows is more compatible with space, so if she truly obtains the world origin force of the Shadow World and breaks through to the limit of rank 8 she'll be stronger than Mother Core. Still, it'll be difficult to advance to rank 9 since shadows aren't related to time at all…

'One needs to choose a path compatible with spacetime before advancing to rank 9,' Leylin stroked his chin, 'Then… is it possible to directly refine the laws of space and time in rank 8? No, impossible! Someone who has yet to form their own path cannot touch the power of spacetime at all. Normal refining methods cannot touch the laws of spacetime…'

As his understanding of the paths of ancient Magi grew deeper, Leylin's knowledge of his own path also furthered.

'With the arcanists as a guide, I'll advance rapidly. The ability to break away from the Weave will allow me to overcome its restrictions. Although instant casts of legendary spells will be impossible, it won't be a problem to use rank 9 and below spells if I pay a bit of the price…

'Even if I am discovered by a god, they would most likely think that I'm an arcanist's descendent or perhaps a fortunate person who discovered the inheritance of an arcanist. This will always be better than being thought of as a visitor from another world…

'Since it's like this, I can put many of my earlier plans into action!'

"The news came at just the right time." Leylin's eyes grew more serious. Having become a high-ranked wizard, the legendary realm would not be a bottleneck to him. He could later prepare to ascend into godhood.

At the very least, he would have to be careful in choosing his divinity in the future, making sure to pick one that was compatible with the path of his original body.

'The path of divinity will affect my ascent to godhood and my church, so it must be considered carefully!' Leylin's expression grew sombre. Many divine wars had broken outs between gods due to opposing paths. He did not want to cross swords with other powerful gods the moment he ascended to godhood.

'I'm currently a human. Those of us who ascend to godhood automatically join the human faction, so the best thing to do would be to ally with the pantheon of gods. This eliminates many divinities and territories… It's also necessary to find something that would be compatible with the future path of my original body…' Leylin massaged his temples, and found all of this a headache.

'However, if a god dares to stand in my way, then I can only ask them to die as soon as possible…' Gods such as these did not have the qualifications to stand in the way of someone like Leylin, someone who had grasped the path of laws and truth.

From his point of view, these gods would only have mastered one or a few powerful laws at the very most. There was too large a gap between them and a Magus who comprehended laws. This was the limitation of godhood. Since their power came from the world and their followers, there would naturally be limits to it.

A god was like an officer. They could use their divine force to wield power on par with Magi who comprehended laws. In their own divine kingdoms, they could even surpass such Magi. It was just that, once they left their realm or their followers lost faith, they wouldn't even equal peak legendaries.

Magi were different, however. No matter where they were, their strength would at most be suppressed. However, their power could not be stolen or exchanged, it belonged to them and them alone.

Consequently, there were rank 9 Magi who managed to find their own path. However, the most powerful amongst the gods with greatest divine power was the Overgod, who was also the incarnation of the World of God's World Will.

'Once I ascend to godhood, I will only be a weak god comparable to a rank 7 Magi in the Magus World. If I were to encounter a mid-ranked god or rank 8 Magi, or other gods who are like peak rank 8s, then it won't be possible for me to win. As a result, it's best to avoid those two. I should also avoid clashing with any Chosen…'

'This leaves me very little wriggle room, but luckily it's not like I'm out of options,' Leylin's lips curved into a rather strange smile.

……

As he drew closer to Dambrath Kingdom, Leylin's studies had also increased in speed.

[Beep! Arcanist build has been recorded, spell models collected. Legendary: 3, Rank 9: 17, Rank 8: 23…] The A.I. Chip's prompt caused Leylin to nod in satisfaction.

He still saw many of these arcane spell models using wizard spells as their base, and several of them were similar to the spell models of Magi. If he relied on the A.I Chip's slow analysis, perhaps he would need thousands of years to deduce all of this. However, he had relied on own power to achieve this knowledge, and did not need the A.I. Chip's deductions.

[Rank 8 Arcane spell models have been completely recorded. Record rank 8 spell models?] The A.I. Chip issued yet another prompt.

'Yes.' Leylin now had the power of a rank 15 arcanist, and could use rank 7 spells without consumption. Rank 8 spells on the other hand needed some extra effort.

For a rank 15 Professional to use rank 8 spells, a traditional wizard would have their requests completely rejected by the Weave. Arcanists however would use their arcane knowledge and some preparations to successfully cast such spells after paying a certain price.

As it was like this, rank 8 and rank 9 arcane spell models would become Leylin's strongest trump cards. It was comparable to the spell torrent that he released using the Weave.

[Transmitting rank 8 arcane spell models!] The A.I. Chip loyally fulfilled Leylin's orders.

Sensing that his sea of consciousness suddenly possessed even more data on arcane spell models, Leylin nodded as he looked at the other benefits he had gained. He had found other interesting things in the data from Netheril.

A multitude of data and news flashed before his eyes, before it stopped at several short poems.

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Strength

Leylin had found information regarding the arcanist ruins in the Dambrath Kingdom, using a book he'd found from decoding a map. Leylin now found something else from the information the A.I. Chip had copied.

The information that the A.I. Chip had recorded was complete, with the information on the spell models that arcanists had used among others. This included even personal diaries of some arcanists and the like.

There was some short poetry in the disordered data, something that most people would probably overlook.

No! In the short span of time it took for the pocket dimension to collapse, most adventurers would find it difficult to even find information on the arcanists, having to turn their heads. Only someone like Leylin who possessed the A.I. Chip could copy this information.

Along with these few poems were some recipes that caused Leylin to look disconcerted. Even if adventurers unknowingly found the resources that had this information, they would quickly ignore it, but he was different. With his previous experience breaking code, he immediately saw that there was something different about these poems. They were encrypted the same way, and likely came from the same arcanist.

'Such high-level encryption and difficulty in getting the resources… The secrets hidden must be astounding…' Leylin transferred the information into his mind with interest.

With his previous experience breaking code, he made much quicker progress. It took just a few hours for the information hidden within the incomplete phrases to be laid bare before him.

"The coordinates of a location and a specific time?" Leylin scratched his head.

"If I calculate it… year 37670 of the Calendar of the Gods. That's three years from now. When the black crows cry out to the blood moon… It's in the Simoshel Canyon, slanting to the east of Cygnus."

"This again… A specific time and location. What appears will be…" This method of stacking space caused Leylin to frown slightly, he associated it with Distorted Shadow. Only he could warp space and hide his items as he wished, waiting for people to unearth them.

"But… Distorted Shadow has already passed down his path. It might be possible for a legendary arcanist who was his disciple…" Leylin pondered over this as even more information was decrypted.

"What will appear is a floating city?" Leylin stroked his chin, seemingly in disbelief. A floating city didn't seem like much to his eyes. The Magi of Sky City had already developed such a technique.

The city floated eternally using the powers of the Adept Scepter, something that could even boost one's vitality a single time. Leylin had made use of that feature, and even toured the core control room of Sky City to personally touch the scepter. He hadn't found it all that amazing.

"No, that's not it. It mentions a floating city, it might be due to an arcane spell that the legendary arcanists came up with by themselves! It's a fort used by arcanists to fight gods, and one of the major accomplishments of arcane spells. How could it be that weak?" Leylin's expression changed, and he then looked through the descriptions of the arcane spells.

Soon enough, he learnt that the arcanists' floating city and Sky City's floating vessel were two entirely different things.

"I see… a true floating city is powered by a Mise energy core, and needs the strength of a pocket dimension. At its final stage, it's a dimensional fort! In such a floating city, legendary arcanists would be comparable to gods! So terrifying, even divine realms aren't much in front of this… Sky City's floating can at most be considered a weakened version that lacks this amount of power," Leylin muttered.

It now seemed like the arcanists' floating city had truly inherited the design concepts and core of the ancient Magi. Sky City was probably a copy from incomplete information and not authentic. It was like a clumsy version of a toy made by a child.

'Interesting! When my main body awakens, I should get the Monarch of the Skies to do research on my behalf for a few days…' Leylin quickly made up his mind. Given his strength near rank 7, the Monarch of the Skies had no power to resist whatsoever.

"As for this…" Leylin eyed the resources in his hand, sighing a little.

The information hidden in the short poems said that an arcanist who was performing experiments during the fall of the Netheril Empire had made a mistake. Due to it, he'd jumped the floating city to a lost plane.

The legendary arcanist, his students, and all other life forms had died in the floating city, but that plane might still exist. Due to this incident, the floating city evaded the gods' investigations and luckily got away. That was probably the only one in the World of Gods.

The arcanist who had left this trail behind had spent his life pursuing the peak of arcane arts, and had found this treasure in a ruin. He had successfully deduced the time and location that the floating city could return.

However, He had been born far too early. There were over ten thousand years till the floating city leapt back. Evidently, unless he successfully become a god or turned into an undead lich, he would not be able to wait that long. Hence, he chose to leave the information and related clues behind for others to discover.

"From the inheritance left behind, the arcanist that discovered the clues must have died long ago…" Leylin sighed.

After the destruction of the Netheril Empire, the churches went all out in persecuting the arcanists. To be able to find this, the arcanist must have reached the legendary realm himself. That led to more fear from the gods, and chances of him still surviving were far too low. However, that made things easier for Leylin.

"A floating city that can rival the gods' realms?" Leylin stroked his chin, eyes full of wonder. Ancient floating cities were very powerful. There had even been records of legendary arcanists piloting them to attack divine realms

Even if it wasn't for defensive purposes and just research, Leylin was very interested in the design, Mise energy core, and magic cannons.

"A floating city without a master that can independently operate for tens of thousands of years and even automatically leap back to the World of Gods… The intellectual core and Mise energy core must be incomparably perfect…

"Treasures from the peak of arcane culture? Interesting. Interesting! I'll have to give it a go if I get the time." Leylin made up his mind.

……

Tens of days passed by. The weather was exceptional that day, and Leylin had left the hold of the ship and arrived at the deck.

The sea breeze had a clean, salty smell, and the warm sunlight felt very comfortable.

"I've already made records of the arcane spell models. Information on the floating city has all been deduced…" With these two parts done, Leylin was in a good mood, "The calculations say I should reach Port Venus today."

He'd left home for many years, and was finally returning. In that moment, Baron Jonas, his wife, Ernest, Jacob, and many other faces appeared in Leylin's mind, causing him to feel emotional.

"I was only around rank 10 when I left, but now I'm a high-ranked wizard. Master Ernest will be shocked." Leylin took a look at his stats.

[Leylin Faulen. Race: Human, Rank 15 Arcanist. Strength: 13. Agility: 11. Vitality: 12. Spirit: 15. Arcane Energy: 150. Status: Healthy. Feats: Sturdy, Erudite, Elementary Perfect Body. Specialties: Arcane Energy Detection, Arcane Amplification]

Becoming an arcanist had changed his stats greatly, and the window had grown more concise. He could still use spell slots like before, and he also had the spell slots for a rank 15 wizard, but after becoming an arcanist Leylin now had another card up his sleeve beside the analysis of the Weave.

'After somewhat breaking away from the Weave, the A.I. Chip's analysis of the Weave has increased in speed… Seems like the Weave has a very tight hold on wizards…' Leylin took a look at the A.I. Chip's analysis report of the Weave, lowering his head in thought.

At this moment, the A.I. Chip's prompt rang out, and Leylin's stats changed once more.

[Beep! Analysis of level 4 Weave: 100%. Obtained all rank 4 spell models. Spell slot limitations removed. Host is now immune to forgetting rank 4 spells, no materials will be required to cast them.] [Analysis of Weave: Level 0 Weave 100%. Level 1 Weave 100%. Level 2 Weave 100%. Level 3 Weave 100%. Level 4 Weave 100%. Level 5 Weave 55.21%. Level 6 Weave 33.89%. Level 7 Weave 17.22%.] [Spell Slots: Rank 7(1), Rank 6(4), Rank 5(6), Rank 4(???), Rank 3(???), Rank 2(???), Rank 1(???), Rank 0(???)]

Rank 7 spells were considered high-ranked spells. The Ring of Wizardry had now last all its effect, increasing only a single spell slot for spells below rank 6 originally.

"I'm advancing too quickly! My equipment isn't keeping up with my needs." Leylin muttered to himself, "Thankfully, I still have many ingredients from the legendary red dragon that I can use to make a new batch of items…"

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Welcome

Port Venus was right up ahead. With the Pirates' Tide and the fall of the Baltic archipelago, the port was now booming. Countless shipping routes were opened up, and the closer one got to the port the more ships they could see.

The port had already expanded several times, and there was no issue with accommodating over a hundred ships now. This had been something Leylin had considered when choosing the location. His choice of a wide deepwater port showed his foresight.

The dock was crowded with people, though there was also a gathering of some who were out of the ordinary. A few people in the front were wearing gorgeous noble attire, and Leylin's excellent eyesight allowed him to vaguely see some familiar faces.

Right in front were Jonas and his wife. Madam Jonas was waving a white handkerchief in his direction, occasionally wiping away her tears.

The moment he got off the boat, Madam Jonas pounced into Leylin's arms before he could even greet her, "Oh… child! My child! How could you be so heartless as to leave us behind for so many years…"

Upon seeing this, Leylin could only nod towards Baron Jonas and begin to console his mother.

"Alright. That's enough, darling! Leylin's return is something to be happy about!" Baron Jonas looked much older now. The hair on his temples was already greying, but he seemed to be in good shape.

The stern decisiveness he had from his time in the military had dulled. What was left was grace, calmness and the steadiness of power.

"Father, I've returned!" Leylin smiled and bowed.

"It's great that you're back!" Baron Jonas nodded, and then led a pair of children who were around five or six years old over.

"These are your brother and sister, Jake and Sherlyn. Come, meet your brother!"

"Brother!" "Brother!" The two pairs of eyes held innocence and fear within them. They were still at an age of ignorance, but still listened to their father and sweetly called out for him.

"Mm." Leylin nodded. Leylin sensed his father's bloodline in these children, but they didn't have his mother's blood.

However, this was common among nobility. Children born of concubines had no status whatsoever, made obvious just from the fact that their mother had not come along.

As children of concubines, the most they could do was enter a god's church or become the housekeeper of another noble family, unless of course Leylin was willing to divide and hand over part of his territory to them.

As they posed no threat to Leylin's status, Madam Jonas was not hostile to them.

"Hello Jake. Hi, Sherlyn!" Leylin now acted like a gentle big brother. While had not known this would happen, he still managed to produce gifts quickly. A beautiful rag doll and intricate moccasins he produced caused the children to cheer.

Leylin had long since prepared a ship full of presents to distribute, and naturally wouldn't mind giving out two more.

"Seeing you being so friendly puts me at ease," Baron Jonas nodded in satisfaction. What Leylin was doing was making his stand clear. At the very least, he would not need to worry about how his children would be brought up after he passed away.

Based on his understanding of Leylin, he definitely knew that when it came to scheming and strength, the pair definitely could not match up to him.

'Now, I can only hope Jake and Sherlyn know to be content with what they have…' Baron Jonas sighed inside.

"Jacob! Leon!" Leylin greeted a few other people, passing them their presents.

"Young Master Leylin!" Jacob and Leon bowed respectfully, looking emotional. They looked to have aged a fair bit, and it was about time they retired.

"It's been hard on you!"

Leylin scanned the area, and then saw the Gold Priest of the Goddess of Wealth, Xena. "And Priest Xena! Long time no see!"

"It's really been a long time!" Xena still maintained her appearance as a young girl. The glory from the gods allowed her to slow her aging, to the point that she would retain her youthful looks even at death. The look in her eyes, however, showed how she had matured.

"I have many things to discuss with you regarding Port Venus and our future cooperation. By the looks of it, I think it'll be better for me to visit you in the future," The priest spoke considerately.

Leylin nodded. There hadn't been change in the management of the church of wealth here, but there was in the two others. There were new bishops for the God of Knowledge, Oghma, and the God of Suffering, Ilmater. They met up with Leylin individually, getting to know him as he did them,

"Come to the wizard tower tonight. I have something to show you!" Ernest was still the same as ever, leaving after throwing him a few words as if he had an important experiment to attend to.

The corner of Leylin's lips quirked slightly. At this point, the wizard tower should have been about finished. He was sure that his master wanted to discuss something related to that.

'When the time comes, I hope my progress doesn't scare him…' After the complicated and disorderly welcome ceremony, Leylin returned to his villa in Port Venus. With the maturation and development of this area, the core of the entire island had shifted to this area, turning the manor into a resort.

"Young master!" "Young master!" Two beautiful maids lay in wait inside the villa, their eyes reddening as they saw Leylin.

"Claire, Clara!" Leylin nodded. The pair seemed to have matured quite a bit, and looked on the verge of tears.

"The decorations in the room haven't changed at all." Leylin placed his hands behind his back and looked around. The arrangement of the furniture, carpets, curtains and the like were the same as when he'd left.

"Madam was afraid that young master would feel uncomfortable after your return, so we maintained the appearance of the room." Claire spoke softly. She had now grown into a strong woman.

Leylin sighed inside. At this age, most maids in the manor would probably have gotten married. The fact they were still here definitely had something to do with him. Before he said a word about this, even the father of these two beautiful sisters, the old housekeeper Leon, would not dare make any decisions.

Sometimes, a mere idea by someone with power could cause a huge change in the lives of the people below. However, Leylin had no other thoughts about this. What was past was past. At the most, he could just give them some more compensation.

"Boil some water, I'm going to take a bath before bed. I've had enough of life on the sea!" Leylin ordered, and the sisters quickly did as he said well.

Leylin didn't have much time left after a brief rest. Far too many things had piled up when he was gone.

First was the wine banquet at night to welcome his return, and it also included interaction with a few other powers. He had to go attend. After that, Leylin went to Baron Jonas' study room.

The baron's study room was much larger than before. There was a faint aroma from the dark red Semen Hoveniae, and it was illuminated with magic lights. The conditions were much better than before.

Baron Jonas sat at the desk and watched his son, "You did well, my child. You are my pride!

"It's a pity about the north. We've no choice but to let go of the Violet Territory, but the title of the Violet Baron can be passed to your other heirs…" Leylin had mentioned his title in the north to the baron before.

His Violet Territory was in the hands of either orcs or werecreatures, having become a part of the orc empire. It was impractical to expect to reclaim it. However, what Baron Jonas prioritised was the title of Baron that could be passed on through generations. This was much better than the titles of the nobles in the court, and could also be passed down through generations.

Leylin had lost his territory through the chaos of war, but his title had not been robbed from him. A loss of territory was an unspeakable humiliation for many nobles, but they still retained their titles. Already passing the threshold of status, they could climb up the ranks much more easily elsewhere.

Even with the loss of the land in the north, it wasn't difficult to gain it in Dambrath. There were still many deserted islands in the outer seas, and with some work Leylin's hereditary barony could well be transferred to Dambrath. In that case, the Faulen family would have two baronies to pass on, so in a sense their strength would double.

Perhaps the baron viewed the ability to pass down land as something worthy of being happy over.

"With our family's current strength and trade relations, it won't be difficult to influence the king. You're also a noble, and as long as your land is in the outer seas and doesn't affect the interests of the other nobles in the continent, there shouldn't be many going against you…" Baron Jonas spoke confidently.

Even now, his eyes were still trained on land of the nobles, as well as the profits from trade.

Leylin listened on, declining to answer. His only target was immortality, but different people had various paths and ideas. He would not force anything on the baron.

"How about Marquis Tim? Has he made any trouble for us?"

"Him… After coming back from the capital, he's become more honest… I actually called you back for other matters," Baron Jonas turned serious at this point.

"What is it?" The letter had only said that some issues had come up, so Leylin had no idea what this was about.

"Traces of devils and demons are becoming more common in the outer seas. Cyric's church is rising, and the Barbarians have returned and are expanding…" Baron Jonas spoke unenthusiastically.

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Wizard Tower

Everything was happening in secret. The baron's enemies were not so easily dealt with, and the person most qualified to do so was Leylin.

He now had control over the Scarlet Tigers and had even gotten rid of the Baltic archipelago. Baron Jonas had his suspicions about this, but the father and son maintained a tacit understanding and did not lay it bare.

"I understand!" Leylin nodded. In his opinion, the return of the Barbarians and the rise of the devils and demons was only to be expected. The period post calamity was a golden period for churches to expand, but so it was for demons and devils as well. The ripples caused by the Pirates' Tide still hadn't faded.

"And Cyric?" Leylin's eyes shone. He had some things to settle with this church. What they had done before had left Leylin slightly discontent.

"I'd be at ease handing all this over to you. If there's anything you need, do tell me. Prioritise your safety, I don't want to lose an outstanding heir. Is that understood?" Baron Jonas spoke seriously.

"Yes, father!" Leylin nodded.

"Good! Go meet your Master Ernest. He has a surprise for you!" Baron Jonas had a smile on his face, "Spend more time with your mother now that you're back. We can't delay your wedding either…"

At the mention of this, Leylin felt a headache coming on. He found an excuse to leave the study room.

……

It was night, and Port Venus still had lights everywhere.

At the very least, there were huge torches burning at the pier, where ships hurried to unload their cargo. This would have been unimaginable in huge cities. With the labour and physical resources in the dark ages, the cost of illumination in the night was a huge burden.

Till now, Leylin had only seen one city capable of using lights to brighten the area, and that was Silverymoon. Port Venus was now added to that list. It was a pity that the port was several times smaller than Silverymoon, so it wasn't comparable.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Ernest watched the pier that seemed to glow with stars, his voice showing his awe.

"This is the result of the effort of father and everyone else!" Leylin spoke in a very humble manner. He could tell the delight and fondness in his master's tone. Ernest probably treated this like his second home.

"The more prosperous Port Venus is, the more people will come. The crime rate here is now almost at a stage that even the guards can't deal with it. The Mercenary Association and the Warriors' and Thieves' Guilds will definitely increase the pressure on public security, as will the requests of other churches…"

Ernest stated calmly, while Leylin listened close. He was controlling the situation from afar, and what he knew was surely less than what the wizard who had been staying here all this while did.

"That's why we planned to build this, right?" Leylin looked at the main part of the huge wizard tower, a smile on his face, "Once the wizard tower is built, those mice in the sewers should stop…"

Ernest nodded in agreement. The two of them were on a mountain next to the Port Venus, one that had a clear view of the port. The general structure of a wizard tower had already been built at the top of the hill.

With the power of wizard towers, even the most low-levelled wizard would still be able to control Port Venus without trouble. It would also serve to intimidate others. After all, a wizard tower was comparable to a high-ranked wizard! This was a loyal slave that was fully controlled and knew no exhaustion.

"Thanks to the batch of resources you brought back and our investment later on, we've finally built the main body…" Ernest caressed the sturdy body of the tower, a smile on his face.

"Want to see her?"

"Of course!" Leylin smiled and nodded.

The construction of a wizard tower would require an investment of at least two million kronas. Some high-ranked wizards might not be able to amass so much wealth even if they worked hard for centuries. There were plenty who were willing to sell themselves for it.

If not for Leylin looting the Baltic archipelago and retrieving the materials meant for the wizard tower, as well as the Faulen Family's investment from Port Venus, the wizard tower would not have been built so quickly.

"The main material for the wizard tower is granite and wizards' alloy. It's a total of 32 metres tall." Ernest brought Leylin into the wizard tower, making introductions as they walked.

"The strengthening runes and defensive spell formation of the tower have been completed. The mithril and adamantine that you brought have been completely used up, and we've even had to buy a new batch. The tower itself has seven floors, with the basement, drawing room, storage room, laboratory, leisure room…" Ernest seemed to be very invested in the tower.

He abruptly pulled a large door open. It was empty and very dry. "This is the storage room. It can hold enough rations to last two hundred people a year. There's eternal warmth and maintenance spell formations, so the food won't go bad. You can cultivate fruits and vegetables in the garden…

"Also, the spell formation connecting the four main elemental pools has been completed. Energy can be unceasingly drawn from the four elemental pools, and the pure water from the water elemental pool can create a water cycle…"

At this point, Ernest looked to be hesitating, but still spoke, "Also, based on what you said you wanted in the letter, the dimensional summoning spell formations and negative energy pools have been set up in the basement…"

As a traditional wizard, Ernest had a natural hatred for these things, but could not prevent this. Advancing from higher ranks to the realm of legendaries definitely required research in these two areas. He believed that Leylin knew to restrain himself and not deal with devils and demons, and was rather at ease.

"Of course, with your current strength and talent, you'll be able to use these facilities within ten years…" Ernest spoke with confidence.

In his eyes, the strength Leylin displayed gave him a very good chance of becoming a high-ranked wizard within ten years. That speed alone would have been shocking.

After all, the advancement of wizards was not similar to other close combat professions or priests. There was a lot of accumulation required, which was also why many young wizards were weak.

"You didn't call me here to discuss this, right master?" Leylin smiled. He had not placed his wizard ranking emblem at his chest. He hadn't verified that he was rank 15 even in Silverymoon, so he was being treated like a rank 12 to 13 wizard. For Leylin's age, that was already outstanding.

"Yes… uh… how do I explain this…" Ernest had a flush on his face.

"The structure of the tower has been completed. What's next is vitalising the energy core and the constructing the tower genie…"

Ernest muttered, "You know that vitalising a tower requires at least a rank 7 spell, a high-ranked wizard is necessary… While we can discuss this after you've advanced, the safety of Port Venus is of immense importance. We have to activate it immediately…

"I think we should consider inviting a high-ranked wizard to cast an Activate Intelligence spell. Of course, they'd have to join the Faulen Family, sign an oath with the Styx and hand over the tower afterwards. However, that would only be used for observation for a while. This level of strength alone will arouse the interest of many high-ranked wizards, and can greatly increase the number of trump cards we have… After all, a wizard above rank 15 is a true high-ranked spellcaster!"

Ernest was very inarticulate at the beginning, but he spoke smoothly later. The control of a wizard tower was a sensitive subject, and anyone would hope for their own people to have it. Sadly, both he and Leylin were quite a distance away from meeting that requirement.

"While I'm still a low-ranked wizard, I never thought there'd come a day that a wizard's tower would be right in front of me, yet I'd be unable to control it…" Ernest laughed wryly as he spoke.

"Bring me to the core room," Leylin nodded calmly.

Upon hearing this, Ernest brought Leylin to the top floor and entered a narrow room, "Everything has been prepared. All that's left is a high-ranked wizard who can cast a rank 7 spell…"

Ernest sighed, but it was followed by a look of surprise as Leylin walked to the core of the spell formation.

"Wha- what are you doing? Did you think you can start the tower?" Ernest was stunned as he watched Leylin place his hand on the core control crystal.

"While what you say makes sense, it's too dangerous to let others control the wizard tower. Even with the restrictions from the oath, it can't be guaranteed that the outsider won't have their own methods. This could be fatal to the safety of the family's land…" Leylin spoke.

While an oath to the Styx was binding, in his experience there were many ways to find loopholes. Of course, that would've been their course of action if left with a choice. However, he already met the requirements, so why would he give the control of the tower away?

"Alright, alright, little Leylin… I know you're not resigned to this, but… I! Oh, god…" Ernest had been advising him while finding this hilarious, but then gaped immediately after.

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Activation

Powerful spell light shot forth from Leylin's body, to Ernest's shock. He'd only sensed this sort of terrifying, imposing aura and pressure from high-ranked wizards before.

Now, however, this had appeared on Leylin!

"A high– high-ranked wizard! Haha… I'm definitely dreaming! This is a dream, right?" He slapped himself so hard his face was swollen, but that didn't allow him to wake up. He could only choose to accept this reality grudgingly.

"A rank 7 intellectual activation spell?" Leylin had chosen to hide his energy undulations before, and Ernest obviously did not have the ability to see through it. Even high-ranked priests would not be able to discover it.

'While this spell can illuminate the entire wizard tower, the tower genie that's generated will only be a low-ranked kind which won't be all that intelligent. It won't be able to become a wizard's right hand man… Besides, I didn't memorise this rank 7 spell yesterday…' The spell slots of a wizard had to be prepared a day in advance. Leylin only had one rank 7 spell slot now, and he obviously wouldn't have saved Activate Intelligence.

However, with the numerous arcane models in his hand, Leylin now had more choices.

"The rank 7 arcane spell Activate Construct is better than the rank 7 wizard spell…"

Arcanists naturally had their own wizard towers, and they had invented countless methods to activate them. Every genie born of their processes was far more exceptional than the alternative, so Leylin easily made his choice.

"In my name as Leylin Faulen, activate!" Leylin silently chanted in his mind, multi-coloured lights flashing at his hands. Through the crystal, it spread out.

"These energy undulations… This is definitely a rank 7 spell… But it doesn't seem to be Activate Intellect!"

Ernest had yet to become a high-ranked wizard, and obviously could not tell the difference between an arcane spell and a wizard spell.

Arcane spells looked just like wizard spells on the surface, they just weren't bound by the Weave. Forget Ernest, even if high-ranked wizards were here they wouldn't have been able to see the difference.

The dazzling light first lit up the core control room, spreading in all directions. The four elemental pools began to rumble as they began to draw continuous streams of energy from the four great elemental planes.

Level after level of the wizard tower lit up, the powerful magic light like bright torches in the darkness. A wondrous scene was created at Port Venus.

This wave was sensed by many powerful beings. Be it priests or other exceptional powers, everyone lifted their heads in the direction of the wizard tower, concentrating on the scene.

Bishop Xena of the Goddess of Wealth gazed at the wizard tower in the distance, looking stunned for a moment before regaining her usual calm. "I never expected that you'd already hired a high-ranked wizard to look over us in secret. Congratulations, Lord Baron, it looks like the security problems we were worried about can be set aside…"

"Oh, not at all…" Baron Jonas had a professional smile on his face. While he was saying something so modest, he was just as confused.

'Where did Ernest find a high-ranked wizard to help out? I wasn't even greeted before.' The Baron couldn't believe that a child like Leylin could advance to rank 15 either.

Many swears were uttered among the crowd at the port. Many shadows snuck out of the sewers, darkness, and even private houses, disappearing quickly from the harbour.

"Damn it! How did the Faulen Family activate the wizard tower so quickly? The intel isn't accurate!"

"Leave quickly! The detection abilities of a wizard tower are not to be trifled with!" With the powerful suppression from the wizard tower, all the schemes of these people had failed disgracefully.

……

Inside the wizard tower.

A hazy image of a girl's face formed in the crystal. Her eyes gleamed as she smiled at Leylin, "Master!"

In more vulgar terms, the tower genie was the seed of the wizard who'd activated it. The natural brand extended deep, and changing the master of the tower was a troublesome matter.

"Alright. Report the operational state of the wizard tower!" Leylin commanded.

"Defensive spell formations completely activated. The four elemental pools are operating normally and have amassed 12.15% energy," the female tower genie reported to him in a formal tone.

"Mm. Start the detection spell formation and set the scope to be Port Venus. The baron's residence and city hall are to be inspected thoroughly. Immediately report any energy undulations above rank 10!"

"Understood!" The tower genie quickly carried out Leylin's wishes.

Leylin then brought Ernest away from the core control room, layers of powerful lustre enveloping the area. Ernest seemed reluctant to leave. He knew that once the tower genie was activated, nobody could enter this place besides Leylin.

"What's going on? When did you become a high-ranked wizard?" Ernest shouted after they returned to the drawing room, unable to hold himself back anymore.

"It's a long story…" Leylin smiled slightly. The considerate tower genie then ordered for a few stone puppets to send over some cups of clear water. This potable water was sourced from the water elemental plane. Since it was a new construct, the daily commodities would only be moved here the next day. However, neither Leylin nor Ernest minded this.

"The stone puppets are at most comparable to rank 5 Professionals, which is a little low. They can only be used for odd jobs…" Leylin took a sip of the pure water that had a sweet taste.

After drinking all the cool water in front of him from the jar, Ernest finally regained his calm. However, his two eyes were firmly trained on Leylin, like huge searchlights, "Enough! You'd better give me an answer now!"

"Alright…" Leylin laughed wryly. He raised his hands in surrender before giving a brief account of his experiences. Of course, he withheld quite a bit and added some fake information. He was great at telling stories anyway, and many of the details were still hair-raising.

……

"So that means… my son has already become a high-ranked wizard…"

Leylin was inside the baron's study room, left with no choice but to retell the story in front of the baron and his master.

"Yes! He really is a wizard genius. I don't doubt his ability to become a legendary wizard at all! Who knew that I, Ernest, would be able to guide a legendary apprentice? The next time people see Leylin, they'll first think: Oh! So it's Leylin! The wizard that Ernest taught…"

Ernest was obviously immersed in his fantasies, while Baron Jonas was more practical.

"Good! I wouldn't feel at ease handing over our family's wizard tower anyone else anyway, so this is the best scenario…"

Leylin bowed. "Yes, father! However, please announce that you invited another high-ranked wizard to keep this secret. I would like to take this opportunity to help the family solve some issues at one go."

"Do as you please. I support you all the way!" Baron Jonas found that he had nothing to say to Leylin. From childhood, his son had never given him anything to worry about. Sometimes, he even wondered if this child of his was a genius or a freak.

"The port seems a lot more peaceful ever since the wizard tower began monitoring it…" Leylin sighed.

"That's normal with a wizard tower," Ernest rolled his shoulders back.

"I'm planning to leave for a period of time after this, I've handed most of the permissions of the wizard tower to master. There shouldn't be any problem with controlling it for now… We should also begin to take in wizard apprentices from our territory…" Leylin stated his thoughts.

With the wizard tower and a high-ranked wizard around, there would be no difficulty in nurturing apprentices by themselves. Even Ernest would be able to do this well.

"Don't worry. I discovered a few good seeds here, and only lacked resources and an environment to teach them…" Ernest's eyes showed how emotional he was. If a high-ranked wizard could improve by using the wizard tower, the benefits to a middle-ranked wizard like him would definitely be immense.

It could be said that the existence of the wizard tower made him believe he had the opportunity to become a high-ranked wizard in his lifetime!

"Mm. I've also left behind some foundational and high-ranked wizard information in the wizard tower's library. Master can take a look…" Be it Ernest's advancement or gaining a few wizard apprentices from their territory, everything would increase their strength. Leylin would be more than happy for all this to happen.

"Information on wizards…" Ernest's eyes brightened.

Meanwhile, Leylin was snickering inside. Though no wizard organisation would allow wizards who had studied with them to leak high-ranked information, wasn't Silverymoon City already destroyed? Well then...

Still, he kept back the information for legendary wizards. It would be far too shocking, and Leylin did not want to get too much attention.

"Alright! Do you want to solve the issues with the Barbarians? The devils and demons? The churches? Do you need any help?" Baron Jonas muttered.

Leylin thought about it for a while. He then leaned his head to the side as he spoke, "The pirates first, then!"

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Legendary Item

The Barbarians had once been Leylin's ally. However, with the defeat of Marquis Louis, the relationship between them had gradually turned into a competition. Leylin had no guilt whatsoever of beating them. If they had a chance, he was sure that they would do everything in their power to destroy his own organisation.

This was the law on the outer seas. Cruelty and logic prevailed, not allowing for a whit of emotion.

"Mm, the Barbarians are a large issue. When the imperial navy still existed, they lay low for a period of time. Now, though, they're suddenly appearing and even attacking our commercial groups!"

Any huge merchant would hate these pirates to the bone. Only nobles could plunder, how dare those barbarians steal their things? Although there was a bias here, this was the general thought process.

"Don't worry, they won't be active for long!" Leylin promised.

……

"Good morning, Lord Wizard!"

In the blink of an eye, numerous days had passed. Within the wizard tower, a freckled girl saw Leylin approach and put down the book in her hands, shyly greeting him.

"Good morning! Your name is… Dylia, right? Work hard!"

Leylin answered without thought, and the girl instantly turned red, "Yes! I'll do that!"

Leylin was not surprised by her attitude. Her rough skin and hands full of calluses made it obvious that this apprentice was a commoner.

If not for Ernest finding her talent at wizardry by coincidence and Leylin just finishing his wizard tower, it was impossible for her to get here. However, with all these coincidences piling up, the girl's fate had changed.

She was destined to work the fields, marry someone, endure the rough treatment of her husband, and rack her brains over her children. However, now there was another possibility. She could become a wizard, serving a noble master and changing her fate! This hope alone was enough for commoners to fight hard for.

As he thought about this, Leylin placed the spellbook he had copied into the shelves, and then left the library.

The wizard tower had become more lively. After gaining permissions to a few laboratories and a pass to go around most areas, Ernest had moved in and brought five or six apprentices. The tower had been constructed like a fort, so it could guard two hundred people inside it for numerous years without much effort. It was completely possible for a few apprentices to live there, and even very comfortable.

Not bothering Ernest, who had become slightly deranged, Leylin came to the core smelting room at the upper levels.

"Tower genie, how's the progress with the items?" Leylin asked indifferently.

A projection of the tower genie's appearance formed, and it spoke to Leylin respectfully. "Master! The Red Dragon's Sword has already been completed. What's left is the last bits of processing and pyretic nourishment."

"Good!" Leylin nodded, lips curving at an angle. He'd evidently thought of Ernest's look when he gave him these legendary materials.

This was a dragon, a peak being in the World of Gods! Killing a legendary mature dragon required one to brave perilous dangers, and if not for the thousand elites and Tiff who was a legendary himself, it would've been basically impossible for Leylin to eliminate the red dragon. His life would probably have been lost as well.

Of course, once the dragon was successfully slain the profit was immense. Just the legendary materials from the red dragon was enough for any alchemic wizard to go green in envy.

"The Ring of Wizardry and a few other items before now give me very little benefits. I'll need to crush the Barbarians as well, and things might be troublesome if I don't have a few items I can use…"

Leylin came before a large petri dish, producing a red long sword from the silver solution. The slender blade of the sword emanated piercing light, and it had a beautiful arch. The hilt even had carvings of the red dragon. By design this was a sword for women, the draconic pride that was its motif causing a content smile to arise on Leylin's lips.

The A.I. Chip projected the related information to Leylin. [Item Name: Red Dragon Sword. Length: 91.5cm. Weight: 2512g. Materials: Red Dragon Bones, Dragon Scales, Refined Metal. Item Effects: 1. Armour Break. 2. Sharpness. 3. Fireball (3 uses a day) Description: This is a sword made with materials from a legendary red dragon. Based on the categorisation of this world, it has entered the ranks of legendary items! This item has a terrifying sharpness and ability to pierce through armour. In the face of this sword, most defences are frail. The blade also seems to have a mysterious magic that thirsts to drink the scalding blood of its enemies.]

'A legendary item? Not bad!' Leylin nodded and wiped the sword clean. He then sheathed it in the dragonscale scabbard. This was not for him, but a gift for someone else.

With Leylin's attainments as a grandmaster in alchemy in the Magus World, and mixed in with his skills of the World of Gods and the runes of the arcanists, there was no difficulty in creating legendary items.

'But it consumes so much magic… I can only complete it with the help of the wizard tower…' Leylin then headed to an area outside two glass rooms. Through the thick, reinforced crystal glass, he could see a dark red leather armour and a magic staff with a strange shape at the middle, enjoying the powerful force being channelled into them.

'The effects of fusing alchemical methods from the two worlds has quite good…' Leylin pondered over this once he witnessed the scene. If he were to do this based entirely on the methods in the World of Gods, creating a legendary item would require a lot of time. It would be astounding for him to make even one.

Now, however? The progress and innovation in production techniques was definitely a huge source of motivation for him. Leylin suddenly recalled something from his previous world and shook his head. Memories of that time were far too distant from him.

'Perhaps the techniques there aren't entirely useless. With my capabilities, I can begin to attempt fusing different laws together with various techniques. The antimatter experiment at the end would be very powerful even in the World of Gods…'

The A.I. Chip continued to twinkle, and the attributes of the two items were projected in front of Leylin.

[Item name: Dragon Armour (Incomplete) Weight: 1599 g. Materials used: Dragon Leather, Dragon Scales, Siren's Hair, Rainbow Feathers. Magic Effect: Can materialise Mage Armour II twice a day. Description: This is a powerful defensive armour. As the leather of a legendary dragon was used in its making, it is immune to most low-ranked spells. It can also adapt well to the spells of a wizard.]

Though a legendary red dragon had a lot of leather, not much of it was the true, essential portion. Leylin had extracted the best parts to make this legendary armour, and the rest of the leather could only be used to make regular exemplary items, even if their defence wouldn't be too bad.

Leylin then focused on the staff in the alchemy room, which had a strange structure. It had slender red scales on its body, and at the head was something similar to a dragon's claw that held onto a large red crystal. Within it was the faint image of a red dragon, roars still resounding.

[Item name: Snarling Red Dragon Staff (Incomplete) Rank: Legendary 1. Length: 91.5cm. Weight: 3500g. Materials: Dragon Crystal, Dragon Soul, Dragon Bones, Dragon Blood, Dragon Scales.] [Item Abilities: 1- Storage. This staff can store spell slots. Currently empty: Rank 7 (1), Rank 6 (3), Rank 5 (5) 2.Spell: Can materialise Dragon's Breath thrice a day. 3. Ability: Dragon Aura Domain. 4. Burning. By extracting the power of the dragon soul, one can create a single-use legendary spirit attack (This will harm the dragon soul).]

Description: This is a magic staff made entirely with materials from a legendary red dragon. Its creator has unreasonably confined the dragon's soul inside it, giving it unbelievable strength. However, this will lead to the hostility of the dragon race.]

It was evident that this Snarling Red Dragon Staff was the true star of the show. Many wizards would covet this legendary staff, but few would have the gall to use it. Even Leylin had made up his mind not to use it unless things were dire, and then he would silence those who saw it.

The dragon race in the World of Gods were quite powerful. Those ancient or primordial dragons were beings the gods themselves did not have the courage to provoke.

'The essence of a legendary dragon gave me the materials for three legendary items.' Leylin stroked his chin, 'This is a very high yield. Other alchemist grandmasters would not be able to do this, and even I feel quite emotional…'

'In addition… its bloodline seems to be quite useful…' Even Leylin had to admit that everything on the legendary dragon's body was a treasure. It was no wonder that they were coveted by all sorts of races.

"These two legendary items should be enough to allow me enter the realm of legendaries…" Leylin was rather satisfied with his work. "Once they're complete, I should head into the outer seas and settle debts with the Barbarians…"

Leylin's eyes suddenly glinted with a chilly look. He had plans for the outer seas, and it would be a great foundation to build on in his ascent to godhood. No outsiders could get a share of this!

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Dragon Warlock

For many sailors, the deep sea regions were fearsome areas comparable to the abyss and the nine hells. In the darkness under the peaceful blue surface were numerous strange sea monsters, greedily staring up at the ships. Or rather, at the beings on the surface.

If a ship was destroyed and a sea monster were to be around, there was basically no chance of survival. For sailors, those who had conquered the deep seas were the truly strong, worthy of reverence.

Night deepened, and the gloomy surface of the sea was like a terrifying monster opening its mouth, waiting for its chance to devour everything. Its peace was broken by a tremendous pirate fleet, cruising along with the might of a conqueror.

On the largest magically armoured ship was a crimson flag. The flag seemed to be dyed by blood, and had the symbol of a skull and dagger on it. In the Dambrath outer seas, this was a terrifying legend!

The Scarlet Tigers! They had wiped out the original Tigershark Pirates and Black Skeletons, and were a large-scaled pirate group that had taken over the outer seas.

It was rumoured that the leader of the Scarlet Tigers, the Scarlet Witch, was a demon of the abyss. She bathed in the fresh blood of the living, using their pumping hearts to maintain her strength and beauty. At this point, the Scarlet Witch's name had even reached the mainland, terrifying little kids into tears at night.

This Scarlet Witch whose fearful name had spread far and wide was currently on deck, looking into the distance with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

"Long time no see, Cousin Isabel!" A dark figure descended from the skies like a night hawk, bringing with him furious winds.

Leylin observed his cousin, who seemed to have changed a lot yet not at all. She greeted him with a smile.

"So you only remember me now? It's been four years. Four whole years!" Isabel exclaimed maliciously, though her eyes seemed to be glimmering.

Afterwards, she yelled at the pirates who had been alerted, "What did you come out for? This isn't an invasion. Get back, or I'll hang you on the flagpole tomorrow for three whole days and then cut off your dick to go with some alcohol!"

It was evident that Isabel held high prestige here. After the roaring came the sounds of doors and windows closing.

"Hehe… you haven't changed at all." Leylin rubbed his nose and laughed. Isabel was still the same as she had been years before, though her long golden hair become much shorter, and she was specifically hiding an area on her forehead.

"My lord!" "My lord!" A few other leaders rushed to the deck, looking emotional.

"Mm. Karen, Robin Hood, Ronald! Have you all been well?" Leylin called them by name, one by one.

"Gods, everything is going well!" Robin Hood had been a soldier of Leylin's family, and was the first to speak.

"Good! Let us have a meeting after this."

Isabel rudely sent the other leaders away and stared at Leylin, causing some fear. "Where's my gift?"

"This?" Leylin laughed wryly and produced the Red Dragon Sword. "I think it suits you well. I already told you when we talked…"

Rumble!* Isabel didn't even listen till the end. The moment she saw the dragonscale scabbard, her eyes twinkled with a wondrous look. She was almost barbaric as she snatched the sword from Leylin's hands before moving back.

Roar!* A slight draconic aura burst out, accompanied with the enraged howls and roars of a dragon. Red light flashed on the blade, bringing with it traces of flames.

"Legendary! A legendary item that has even gone through an excellent enchantment!" Isabel had been a pirate for many years, and her judgement was much better than before. She saw through it instantly.

"What do you think? Do you like it?" Leylin asked.

"It's mine!" This question didn't need answering. Just Isabel's expression alone was enough.

"Mm, it's good that you like it. Also, we have some things to discuss. Shall we go to your room?" Leylin suggested, and he saw the flush that rose on her face. He could not help but rub his nose awkwardly, feeling like he had been impudent.

However, Isabel still did as Leylin wished and brought him to her bedroom. The pink curtains, the canopy, the crimson carpet, and works of art with varying styles mixed together to form a unique look. These were all the treasures that Isabel had stolen.

A pungent incense entered Leylin's nostrils, concealing the smell of the sea. Females were obviously more attentive than males.

"Actually, I've come prepared to solve the issues with the Barbarians in one go. Odge and Tillen seem to be stepping out of line lately…" Leylin's eyes were trained on Isabel, "But by the looks of it, there's something more important that we have to deal with now."

He went forward, lightly pushing away her fringe. A few strange scales had already appeared at the edge of the girl's fair forehead.

"Has the demonification already come that far?" Leylin frowned slightly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm actually feeling the summons from the abyss even more. Who knows, I might just fall at any moment…" Isabel had a resolute look on her face.

"Mm, I feel that as well. But this doesn't seem difficult to solve!" Leylin stroked his chins, and saw the hope in her eyes.

"Well, do you trust me?" Leylin sincerely looked into her eyes.

"Who if not you?" Isabel lowered her head.

"Good!" With a flick of Leylin's finger, a barrier silently appeared. "I need you to cooperate with me fully and do as I tell you to, alright?" he instructed her carefully, a test tube containing golden-red blood appearing in his hands.

"Mm!" Isabel nodded her head slightly, suddenly blushing a little.

……

The morning sun rose from the east, shining golden ripples looking like fish scales on the sea's surface.

"How do you feel?" Leylin looked to be slightly tired, though his eyes were still bright.

"I feel… better than I ever have before!" Isabel touched her forehead. The scales had disappeared, and her original short golden hair had turned a dark red like fire.

"Thankfully, you didn't choose to sell your soul and were only corrupted by the demonification. That can be concealed and neutralised with a more powerful bloodline…" Leylin evaluated.

"I never thought you could even transform people into sorcerers!" Isabel looked towards Leylin, as if remembering something embarrassing from the night before, and lowered his head. In front of her cousin, she truly no longer had any secrets.

"Not a sorcerer, but a Warlock! A Dragon Warlock!" Leylin corrected her.

"Warlock?!" Isabel tested out this word, "I've never heard of it before…"

"I've combined the legendary red dragon's blood with your body. From hereon, you will control the power of the red dragon, and can even awaken magic abilities!" Leylin had no plans to explain further and handed a meditation technique to Isabel. "You can try training in this 'Dragon King's Mystic Might' in the future. It will do you good…"

"Dragon King's Mystic Might? Do sorcerers— no, Warlocks need to train?" Isabel expressed her confusion.

"Of course!" Leylin nodded sternly.

This Dragon King's Mystic Might was obviously not the high-grade meditation technique Leylin had gained in Twilight Zone. It was one he'd refined with that as a foundation. Leylin had actually found information on it from the ruins of the arcanist, and with the A.I. Chip's help integrated the two.

It could be said that with the meditation technique and bloodline modification, Isabel now had the potential to surpass sorcerers! In addition, the blood of the legendary red dragon would be enough to suppress the demonification for a long time.

"Alright! Let's go meet your cute underlings!" Leylin got up to leave, and Isabel followed closely behind. For high-ranked Professionals like them, a night without rest was no issue at all.

Pulling the door open, they arrived at the deck and saw the dubious smiles on the faces of Robin Hood, Karen and the others. Evidently, news of Leylin spending a night in her room had spread and given rise to some associations.

Unexpectedly, Isabel had not gotten mad but instead rejoiced inside. However, she still glared at them icily.

"Alright! There's a lot to do, so let's discuss it over breakfast!" Leylin had long since passed the age of caring about this, and waved his arms with vigour, bringing everyone to the dining room.

Making use of this opportunity, he got more familiar with the leaders under Isabel. He knew some of them very well, but was complete strangers with some others. They must have joined some time after he left.

"We've been developing well in these few years, especially after the imperial navy left. There are no opposing organisations left in the outer seas…" Isabel spoke with pride, "We now have twenty large warships with over 1500 men…"

"Mm, you did very well!" Leylin listened closely and got a better understanding of the recent growth of the Scarlet Tigers, "How about the Barbarians?"

At the mention of this, Isabel immediately turned grim.

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Conspiracy

"Those darned barbarians are the only forces with the guts to oppose us. Half a month ago, they even launched a surprise attack on one of our fleets and sunk three of our pirate ships…" Isabel looked glum, "Also, they even control Pirates' Cove. We're barred entry!

"That's not all. I have a feeling that they have something to do with the cause of turmoil in the outer seas recently. I mean the power of the abyss and hell, as well as the church of the God of Murder…" The half-drow assassin, Karen, supplied.

The female assassin had hidden her aura and would now be a Professional of at least rank 10. Now, she was impatient to show off in front of Leylin. This was obviously inappropriate, and under Isabel's gaze Karen quickly fell back.

"Interesting… Interesting…" Leylin sat upright. His devilish ability to grasp the hearts of others allowed him to understand his underlings' state of mind easily.

'Karen… She was discriminated against because of her background and prior relations with me. What is she trying to show me? That's not all… I have a feeling that she's hiding something. This anxiety… is her race trying to rely on me for protection…?'

Leylin sent her a cursory glance, but this only made the half-drow nervous.

"My– My apologies, master!" The half-drow apologised miserably, tears almost flowing from her eyes. Leylin's nonchalant gaze seemed to look straight into her heart, causing her little schemes and calculations to disappear.

The half-drow suddenly had a thought, 'Perhaps even the matriarchs in the Underdark don't have such terrifying gazes…'

"Isabel is the person I've assigned power. Before she gives permission, none of you are to speak out. Is that understood?" Leylin's voice was low, "If this happens again…"

"No, I swear! I promise that there will never be another time!" Karen immediately knelt down, kissing the back of Isabel's hand. "Please forgive me…"

"Forget it." Isabel nodded. Leylin's attitude satisfied her, and that was enough.

There had been a slight mishap with the female assassin, but after that the scope of the discussion returned to the Barbarians.

……

Pirates' Cove.

Though the imperial navy had tried to wipe out this place several times, Pirates' Cove still showed no signs of weakening.

Due to the Faulen Family quickly taking over trade of the Baltic Archipelago, the original golden shipping routes had not been abandoned. There were still merchant ships with all sorts of wealth on them travelling here, and the environment after the chaos of war made this a playground for pirates. Pirates' Cove even showed signs of gaining more prosperity.

In a secret room in the barbarian inn. The Barbarians' leader, Odge, was seated imposingly with the eternally beautiful Madam Tillen at his side. Now, however, her eyes were wary, and the fox tail at her back had been tucked in. Her fur stood on end, as if she was on her guard against some terrifying enemy.

Facing these two was a young noble with a head of black hair wearing gentlemanly attire.

"Well then… are the two of you interested in my proposition?" The young noble had a kind smile on his face, the manners showing his noble education. It felt refreshing, but Madam Tillen did not seem to be at ease.

This was because the youth in front of her was a devil! Compared to those evil beasts that specialised in seducing human souls and leading to their fall, the barbarians and goblins were great people.

To Madam Tillen's knowledge, devils were always the synonyms of swindling and craftiness. This made her even more vigilant. The young noble in front of her did not seem to notice her fluctuating thoughts, and still continued on cooly, "Based on what I know, the genius wizard and successor of the Faulen Islands, Leylin Faulen, has returned. He also seems to have roped in some external support and activated their wizard tower, making Faulen Island a natural stronghold…"

A port with a wizard tower guarding it was entirely different from one without. Even Odge began to look grim. Leylin had become a high-ranked wizard in the Netheril Ruins, and had met with the chaos of war with the orcs. There was no way to determine his ranking. Naturally, this news did not spread.

"Leylin…?" Madam Tillen suddenly thought back to that little imp that had repeatedly caused her trouble, and could not help but tighten her grip.

He was like the devil in front of her, they were all very elegant and slippery characters. When it came to their own profits, they would never budge.

'No… Leylin Faulen, the heir of the Baron, seems to be more terrifying than this devil…' This thought suddenly rose in Tillens mind. This was a woman's intuition. There was no reason at all, and she frowned.

"Not only does he have large armed fleets, he also has help from the pirates. On top of that, with the Faulen Family's current status, they obviously would wish to attack the pirates in the outer seas to ensure that trade routes and trading remain unimpeded. Hence, you shall be their first target. You need my strength!"

The young devil spoke slowly, traces of darkness flashing in his eyes. Meanwhile, he was also astonished at the pressure the return of this noble caused to these two. It was above his expectations.

"Your name." At this moment, Odge suddenly rose from his seated position and watched this devil from above.

"Neville! You can call me Neville. I would be happy to serve you…"

The devil named Neville had a sincere smile on his face. Behind his handsome features that could cause young noble ladies to go crazy Madam Tillen saw a poisonous snake. She could not help but shiver.

Blood-red flames rose, and the young devil bowed elegantly, disappearing with the teleportation flames. After determining that he had left, Madam Tillen set up an isolation spell formation.

"I think… We shouldn't work together with devils. You know how they are…" Madam Tillen had a worried look, expressed with her eyebrows.

"We have no choice! Leylin's faction is too powerful. We can't go against them." Odge spoke seriously, resulting in a wry look on Madam Tillen's face. When it came to the strength of pirates, the Barbarians had no fear regardless of how the Scarlet Tigers emerged as a force to be reckoned with.

However, the Faulen Family was not just about the pirates! With their trade control and immense wealth, they'd rapidly set up terrifying armed fleets surpassing even Louis' old ones. They were nobles, and in the name of protecting the shipping routes Leylin could openly expand his forces without restriction. Soon, it would surpass what Pirates' Cove could control.

In the face of the purge on the surface and in the shadows, the Barbarians' might in the outer seas had already begun to plunge. While it wasn't a devastating decline, it wasn't anything good.

At the very least, mobilising another Pirates' Tide was impossible.

"The benefits of the Barbarians in the outer seas are never to be seized by outsiders. Never!" Odge thundered, his gigantic enchanted sabre seeming to sense its owner's feelings and beginning to buzz along.

Odge was not just the captain of the Barbarians. He was also the protector of the barbarian race! The entire barbarian race relied on his protection to survive, which was why he would not fall back now.

"Dearest! I will help you. Even if it will send me down to hell, I'll go there with you." Madam Tillen had a tender look in her eyes as she hugged Odge's arm.

……

Just as the scene was beginning to get comfortable and soft, Madam Tillen's body suddenly trembled, rays of high-ranked communication spells shining.

"There's another guest! It's a priest from the God of Murder's church!" She quickly rubbed eyes.

"Let him in." Odge was blunt.

Soon enough, they saw the emissary. He was an old friend, the priest Leylin had seen in the Thieves' Guild.

"I've brought the newest information regarding that devil!" It had to be said that when it came to scouting out information, the bunch of people under Cyric had exceptional talent.

"Speak!" Madam Tillen's expression was icy.

"While we aren't sure what their main body is, we can be certain that Neville comes from an organisation in the third hell…" The priest spoke slowly.

"The third hell? Is he the underling of the master of greed, Mammon?" She looked to be deep in thought. Mammon, or whatever it was, wasn't the devil's real name. It was only something similar to a nickname, and calling it would not alert him in any way.

"Yes! The continent has been noisy lately. The devils in the Dambrath Kingdom seem to have gone through some reshuffling of power, and it's said that this has to do with the disappearance of Beelzebub…"

The church of the God of Murder seemed to have worked with the Barbarians more than once, to the point that they even shared such classified information.

"Also… We are working hard on making inquiries regarding the location of the Scarlet Tiger and where they get their supplies. I'm sure that there will be results in the near future! Under the gaze of my god, everything they do is clear as day!"

The priest's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little sinister. This quickly dissipated.

"Sigh… Even the God of Murder can't be trusted…" After the priest left, Madam Tillen lamented, looking worried.

"Could it be that powerful greater gods have fallen to the lower planes like in the rumours… This is truly a period of great unrest…"

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Emissary

Cyric was an ancient and very famous god. His divinities were in murder and conspiracy, and he was a powerful greater god. He was an ancient god that had even outlived the dusk of the gods! It was said that he knew numerous ancient stories, and had an undefined relationship with the gods, though it was one more of hate.

However, there was a strange rumour in the past few hundred years. It was that this god had gone insane, and was even becoming a demon. This deviancy could be like a matter of life and death for the gods.

Such a situation was growing more and more obvious in recent times. He was sending down all sorts of contradictory prophecies, and the priests could not get used to it.

"Sigh… the God of Murder has gone insane! The orcs in the north are building an empire, and there are traces of devils and demons in Dambrath and on the outer seas… Perhaps only the dark ages are comparable to this…" Madam Tillen sighed.

……

"I see a future with devils and demons around…" On the Scarlet Tiger, Leylin observed a crystal ball on soft goose leather padding. He was in a dark cabin, and there was a complicated look in his eyes.

Using the power of magic to foresee the future was something only astrologers and oracles could do. They had their own methods— Some used tarot cards, while others used the trajectories of celestial bodies.

Arcanists had a similar skill, and with his experience in the Magus World Leylin could do so as well.

"The opponent's main forces should be in Pirates' Cove. We will obtain absolute victory in this operation, and we'll find traces of a devil there…" Leylin put the crystal ball down and used a white silk cloth to wipe at his hands, speaking with conviction..

"I think there's something wrong with you…" Isabel was reclined on the door, looking like a loyal bodyguard, her eyes now filled with curiosity, "I don't remember you training in prophecies. Also, the oracles don't do as you do…"

"Hehe… This is a method I saw in Silverymoon. Don't think too much into it…" Leylin laughed slightly. While the fact that he had become a high-ranked wizard was a secret, he had already told Isabel about it, giving her confidence.

Marquis Louis had been able to do as he wished in the outer seas with just the power of a high-ranked wizard as well. He had also absorbed the Black Skeletons and Tigershark Pirates, pushing the Barbarians to the brink. If not for Leylin's appearance, he would probably have become the sole tyrant of the outer seas.

"But things are different now! The disaster of the Pirates' Tide has attracted the attention of too many powerful beings…" Leylin sighed. The outer seas had not been developed that much in the past, and the terrain and organisations were very simple. A barbarian tribe was already terrific then.

However, in current terms, they were nothing. This was why Leylin was a little uneasy, attempting to predict the future.

While the World of Gods' ability to screen this type of spells was too powerful, gods and legendary beings could do this easily. Leylin did not believe that the Barbarians could do the same.

"That's good then…" Isabel was all smiles as she spoke, before her expression abruptly changed.

Rumble!* *Kachak!* A slight noise sounded, along with voices of the pirates' distress.

"Seems like they found something on the deck… Let's go…" Leylin smiled as he followed Isabel to the deck. At this moment, the pirates were circled around two figures.

One of the two was Karen, while the other was an assassin dressed in black form-fitting clothing. Sharp blades clashed endlessly, and the winds they produced left the pirates with no courage to go forward.

"Karen, stop playing around!" Leylin tapped his finger, and a terrifying cone of flames blasted forward, accurately hitting one of the figures. The raging flames immediately devoured it.

"That was just a puppet," Leylin look towards the mast, "Is that right?"

"Hoo hoo! As expected of the one who established the Scarlet Tigers and defeated Marquis Louis, Sire Leylin!" Laughter that sounded like an owl could suddenly be heard, and a distortion emerged from the side of the mast to form a human figure.

"We meet again, Lord Leylin! Let me introduce myself. This humble servant is Arfo, a priest of the mighty God of Murder. We met once at Pirates' Cove!"

Arfo was currently dressed impeccably like a priest. It was unknown when he had arrived on Leylin's ship.

"How dare you!" Karen had noticed that the figure in the flames had disappeared, revealing the original appearance of a high-ranked illusion and turned grim.

"Wait!" Just as Karen was about to charge forth, Isabel beamed as she pulled her back.

"You must be very gutsy, huh? How dare you pleay tricks on my people?" Isabel stared at Arfo, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

"The great name of the Scarlet Witch has spread in the open seas. I never thought it would be such a beautiful lady," Arfo looked to be somewhat intoxicated.

"Good, good!" Isabel took two steps forward, a smile on her face. All of a sudden, she made her move. The Red Dragon Sword was instantly unsheathed, and faint draconic roars sounded out.

A tremendous spiritual force field extended and caused all the pirates to back off, while the priest looked alarmed, "Dragon aura!"

The fiery-red sword produced a clear cry, flames spilling over in the air.

Hss!* The priest took several steps backwards, looking terrified at the charred marks on his wrist.

"Karen is one of mine. It's not up to you to bully her!" Isabel looked to have no intentions to kill him and slowly sheathed her sword with a snort. This immediately gave rise to gratitude in Karen's eyes, as well as some shame.

"I never thought the Scarlet Witch wasn't a demon sorcerer. You're someone who inherited the blood of bloodline of a red dragon, and even have a legendary item!!" Arfo looked somewhat awkward while pondering over this.

Such a huge difference caused him to flare up at the thieves that had collected this information,

'While there's a similarity between demonification and becoming a red dragon, it shouldn't be to this extent. They should be killed!' Just a slight deviation or mistake in intel could cause irreversible consequences. Such a huge change immediately put Arfo on his guard.

"Who do you represent?" Leylin asked while snickering inside. Using Isabel's status as a Dragon Warlock to hide her demonification had also been one of his plans. After all, red dragon sorcerers also had the ability to manipulate flames and grow scales. This would be enough to confuse people.

Demons were beings the churches would always crack down on ruthlessly. It was better not to have dealings with them. Sorcerers, on the other hand, were fine. Most importantly, Leylin had not explained anything himself. Everything had been assumed.

"I come representing the will of my god!" Arfo looked serious as he spoke.

"Do you have a prophecy from the mighty God of Murder?" Leylin looked at him, a teasing glint in his eyes. However, that only scared Arfo.

"N– No, but our bishop has recieved intent from my god!" When it came to his faith, Arfo naturally did not dare lie as he recalled the order he had received.

'Have the outer seas descend into chaos? Just for a massacre, you provoke the two largest pirate groups? What kind of joke is this? Damn it… Ever since the bishop received god's grace, he's become more irritable and crazy…' However, as a subordinate, he had no right to make any suggestions and could only carry out the orders of his superior.

"Since it's the intention of the church, let's have a listen shall we?" Leylin brought Arfo to a meeting room. The pirates automatically stood at two sides, eyes trained on Arfo. It was as if the moment Leylin gave the order, they would chop him into mincemeat, and that gave him immense pressure.

"Well then, emissary, what are your suggestions?"

"The dark world of the outer seas needs to be unified. We believe that the Scarlet Tigers are more suitable for this than the Barbarians." Arfo did his best to suppress the fluctuations in his heart, saying words he did not mean. Wizards could easily detect any changes in mind or mood, and he would be seen through.

"… To show our sincerity, we are willing to provide intel regarding the Barbarians and help you achieve victory…" Arfo placed a sheepskin scroll on the table as he spoke.

"Oh?!" Leylin found this hilarious as he took a look. This was an exquisite map of the sea, marking out the location where the Barbarians resupplied. One large island had obvious blood-red marks.

"These are the areas where the Barbarians resupply. The last mark is where the barbarian tribe resides." Arfo glanced at Leylin and spoke with confidence.

"The island where the barbarian tribe stays?" Isabel gasped, "Are you trying to create a lasting enmity with the Barbarians?"

"Since you're already enemies, why not take it to the extreme?" Arfo spread his arms like a scoundrel.

"Haha… haha…" After a long period of silence, all he was met with was Leylin's crazed laughter, "You said it well. You said it well! Since we're already enemies, how about we take it to the extreme?"

Just as a smile bloomed on Afro's face, something happened…

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Island

"Kill him," Leylin indifferently waved his arm, as if he were chasing a house fly away.

"Why?" Arfo's expression immediately changed, his body flashing with the undulations of a teleportation scroll.

However, the bright light shattered immediately, leaving him in despair. Numerous weapons struck out. One filled with red qi, which was almost on par with a legendary dragon, immediately made mincemeat out of this emissary.

Only after they subconsciously acted did the pirates respond, bodies beginning to tremble slightly. Dear gods! They had actually killed the priest of an actual deity! While the pirates were capable of anything evil under the sun, they still held reverence for the gods.

"Isn't this just a priest? If he's dead, he's dead. There's something more terrifying than this to deal with next…" Leylin clapped his hands indifferently. Red flames descended and burnt the body to ashes, causing the pirates to feel as if they were in a dream.

"So, his information was false?" Isabel's attention was on something else.

"No, the information is true." Leylin shook his head and rolled the map up, "Give this to our navigator and have him go on the offensive while we head along this route."

"You still…" Isabel found herself unable to keep up with her cousin's thoughts.

"While the map is real, he has malicious intent. I have enough strength now, so I have no choice but to kill him!" Leylin laughed as he spoke, his eyes cold.

He had been too weak during the Pirates' Tide, and had even needed help from the Barbarians and the Thieves' Guild. At that time, he had to tolerate these people's sneaky actions. But things were different now: he was a high-ranked wizard and an arcanist, far exceeding others of the same rank.

He had Tiff under him who had legendary strength, and Isabel had become a Dragon Warlock which allowed her strength to increase rapidly. While her bloodline limited her, it wasn't an issue until she became legendary herself.

On top of that, the Faulen Family was not the same as before. They might not rule the outer seas, but their power controlled most of the seas' regions.

With such strength, Leylin was the king through and through. Was there a need to make compromises?

On top of that, if the priests of the God of Murder truly were powerful, why would they still scheme and plot to stir up more tension between the two sides and not take over this region themselves?

Hence, Leylin was sure that they did not have favourable impressions of neither himself nor the Barbarians, and should be making plans to eliminate them all at one go.

"The God of Murder…" Leylin used the A.I. Chip and instantly found all the information regarding this greater god.

'While he is very old, he's known for being temperamental. There have been recent rumours that he's going insane. Given that he's like this, he will probably find it difficult to react quickly even if a branch with a bishop in charge were annihilated… Also…'

Leylin looked through the description displayed on the A.I. Chip's screen, a look of fear flashing across his face.

'He once fought with Distorted Shadow and announced that he killed this great rank 8 Magus…' Leylin now had a profound understanding of the might of Distorted Shadow. It was impossible for him to fall so easily at this god's hands.

'Things started changing from that time. Cyric started to become more insane and unreasonable…' Leylin stroked his chin, looking to be deep in thought, 'Was he seriously injured in battle, causing the change in temperament, or was he tricked by Distorted Shadows and affected by the power of distortion?'

While the dusk of gods was over, the shadow Magi left behind in the World of Gods were not easily dispersed.

'Whatever it is, the claws that the God of Murder extended into the outer seas must be cut off!' Leylin decided and announced, "Let us set off!"

The tremendous Scarlet Tiger thundered, like a deep sea giant monster advancing to a battlefield.

Such a huge movement of the Scarlet Tigers had naturally attracted the attention of many organisations in the outer seas. The Barbarians had also assembled all their warriors in Pirates' Cove, and a life or death battle was coming up between these groups. This would determine the ruler of the outer seas.

Such an enormous change immediately made many people fear the consequences. They knew full well that no matter the winner, this would be doomsday for them.

Even more crazed beings were making preparations in the shadows, hoping to get some benefits from the battle. They hoped to wipe out the two large pirate organisations so that they could become the kings of the dark world!

"He killed my child, Arfo!"

Rumble!* The flames suddenly rose several times in size, reflecting the distorted face of the bishop underground.

"Y– Yes, my lord!" The thief's voice quivered as he made the report. Ever since the bishop had gotten their god's grace, his personality had also been affected. He had become very stubborn… and crazy!

For instance, the bishop would definitely not provoke the two pirate groups into a deathmatch to wipe them out together before.

"Hah… how despicable… I want to kill him. Kill Leylin!" In the hidden room was a statue of Cyric. There seemed to be a layer of dark red smoke around it, causing some changes. At times, the bishop looked sinister standing under the statue, and at other times poised. He was basically a madman.

"Hehe… It's also good that he's dead. Arfo should have gone to hell long ago. He did well, because that's saved me a lot of trouble!"

"My- My lord, I'll take my leave now!" Seeing the bishop in this state was also very stressful for the thief. He reported all this with fear, trying to shuffle backwards.

"Since Arfo is dead, why are you alive?" The bishop turned back, glaring at the thief. His gaze was so chilly the thief felt like he'd fallen into a house of ice.

"No, that's none of my business, my lord!" Knowing that things did not spell well for him, the thief turned and ran, but it was too late.

The black flames rumbled around and swept through the area, enveloping the thief and causing him to squeal like a dying pig.

Seeing the thief gradually disappearing in the flames, a sick smile appeared on the bishop's face. After he was done executing the thief, he knelt before the statue and lowered his head, beginning to pray, "Keke… Soon, my master. I will sacrifice more flesh and souls to you!"

The statue gazed at the bishop below coldly, the dark red rays around it becoming more dazzling…

……

"It's Fire Slave Island. This is it!" It was impractical to get the pirate fleet to completely encircle the island. However, with the help of magic, it was not difficult to seal off a few shipping routes.

Leylin gazed at a completely red island through his telescope, one that had a volcano on it.

"Based on the intel, Odge's barbarian tribe should be staying back and increasing their numbers here…" He put the telescope down.

"All fighters are to leave the boat. We will massacre this place!" he ordered.

One could be completely unscrupulous in war, but this was still taboo. Leylin would not have the courage to do such a thing in the past. The moment he did, the other party would also head over to Port Venus and attack his family. Now, however, he had the wizard tower. Leylin even hoped Odge would take the initiative, and seek his own death at Port Venus.

The order was sent down quickly. Numerous pirates got on little boats and headed to the shore like ants.

"Robin Hood, Ronald, Karen." Leylin spoke more slowly.

"Boss!" Robin Hood came to Leylin's side and respectfully waited for instructions.

"Take the fleet and leave. Only come when I send out the signal!" Leylin ordered.

He could tell that once news of him attacking this area got out, the Barbarians would definitely pounce here like madmen. When the time came, Leylin definitely did not want his pirate fleet to be damaged.

It would be too troublesome to attack Pirates' Cove, so if he could draw the opponent out here, why not?

"I can't even imagine the heat and terrible environment here. Why did the Barbarians choose this place?" Isabel cut apart the vines blocking her way. There were broad green-leaved plants that dropped dew with a pungent smell. It caused her to frown.

"These barbarians migrated here. The safety of the tribe is of the utmost importance. Since you think they won't like this place, they can do as they wish…" Leylin explained.

He had nothing to worry about once they were on the large island. As long as he knew the general location, large life force undulations couldn't be hidden from him.

"Boss! We've encountered resistance on a mountain pass up ahead. It's barbarians!" A pirate said, having just run over.

"Kill him, we don't need prisoners." Leylin nodded indifferently. The pirates wouldn't mind killing them even if they were the same race, much less people of another.

Soon enough, Leylin passed through the stronghold and saw the ground full of barbarian corpses. Many wounds were still leaking blood, and these ones looked smaller and weaker than average.

"Seems like these are the old and weak, females and children. Odge must have pulled all the strong youths to his crew." Leylin nodded, no longer having any doubts about destroying the tribe.

Honestly speaking, Odge was a very wise leader. Not only did he resolutely bring his race to the outer seas, he had also survived tenaciously. A tribe like this needed external help and resources to develop, and for that reason they were forced into piracy.

He was very capable, able to mould them into one of the three large pirate groups in the outer seas and even gain control of Pirates' Cove. It was a pity that he was in Leylin's way. His only fate was to be purged…

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Altar

The raging flames continued to blaze. The piercing screams and wails never ended, accompanied by the roars and manic laughter of pirates.

Barbarian corpses piled up in this place one after the other, the blood splitting to form little streams. Once Leylin decided to attack this place, the Barbarian tribe was completely done for.

As Odge had taken most of the strong and the young, all that were left behind were a bunch of frail, elderly, female or children beings. It could be said that in front of these vicious pirates, resistance was pointless.

"This barbarian tribe seems to hold some secrets…" Leylin touched his chin, a devilishly charming smile on his face as he arrived at the heart of the tribe.

The sacrifices were made here, but it was to some unknown god. A large piece of obsidian was carved into a firm altar, on which there was a large animal skin flag and strange crimson runes.

In front of the altar were a few struggling barbarians, all of them unbelievably old.

"You of another race, do not come here!" they exclaimed. They were so frail they looked like reeds. A few youths next to them held on to the last spears and weapons they had, trembling as they aimed at the invader with eyes full of fear.

"A barbarian priest? A sorcerer?" Leylin watched these barbarians who already had one foot in the grave and sensed the power of their bloodlines. He could not help but nod to himself.

"Scram!" Arcane spells burst forth, forming terrifying large elemental hands that tore the few sorcerers into shreds. Their stubborn resistance was futile, and such strength instantly left them at a loss.

A few arcane fireballs rumbled forth, burning the rest of the barbarians to ashes. Leylin stepped over the corpses to arrive at the altar, nothing in his way.

"Spirit? Soul? Or is it without a conscient…" As he felt around the coarse notches carved into the stone, Leylin closed his eyes.

'Are these barbarians trying to gather divinity with the power of their community?' With tons of experience, Leylin immediately saw through their plans. The power of faith far exceeded extraordinary force. With years of worship and sacrifice, this place had already begun to develop traces of a primal power.

The altar had strong faith within it. There were spirits of powerful beings mixed in, those who had died over time, and the foundation was currently very firm. Just a bit more time could really have given birth to divinity.

This was how many ancient tribal gods had been born. A high-ranked barbarian could use this bit of divinity to cross the threshold of becoming legendary. They could even become a demigod with their advance, combining that with their faith to ignite godfire.

As he too had plans to become a god, Leylin could comprehend this thought process.

"As for the person chosen to become a god, it should be Odge, or do they have another powerful pawn? How ambitious…" Leylin stroked his chin.

There had always been many intelligent people in this world. As the outer seas did not have the attention of too many gods yet, becoming a god in the outer seas was much less difficult than in the continent. For this reason, Odge had set his sights on this area, which coincided with Leylin's plan.

"Is this a god of the barbarian race? With how weak the outer seas are, a demigod would immediately unify the place, making it a playground for the barbarians…"

Leylin's eyes glinted, "Very creative, but it's a pity that you met me."

Leylin had long since treated the outer seas of Dambrath as his territory. While the barbarians had their own plans, he would have to disappoint them.

"The spirits are valiant, guarding the tremendous power of faith and soul origin tightly." Leylin observed the obsidian carvings and animal skin runes, an unenthusiastic look on his face, "Seems like every barbarian that dies will return to this place…"

This was the hope of a race! In the World of Gods, a race without protection from a god would not have a future. Mixed with their hot-bloodedness and sacrifices, it was both inspiring and tragic.

Leylin shut his eyes, and he felt like these spirits had encircled him. A tremendous malicious intent descended, "Scram! Scram!"

This was no illusion, but the power of rejection from the altar itself.

"Tsk tsk… How powerful does the unified heart of an entire race get, with blood sacrifices urging it on?

"Such strength! I wish to defeat it. I shall strike down the ascension of your race, and crush your hopes completely!"

A deep and dark power could instantly be seen in Leylin's eyes.

"Devour!" Leylin willed it, and the altar creaked like it couldn't bear the weight. The ground began to shake as if there was an earthquake, creating numerous dark holes.

Heat! Lunacy! Energy that was filled with soul force surged out from the altar like a tsunami.

"Mm…" Leylin's expression was incomparably sinister for an instant, all sorts of emotions flashing in his eyes. The barbarian spirits were extremely crazed and vengeful, launching forth with all sorts of snarls and counterattacks as they began their last struggle.

It was a pity that this was a minor issue for Leylin. After all, he was experienced with souls.

"Hss…" The phantom of a Targaryen emerged in Leylin's mind, and in one mouthful devoured the numerous souls and conscients. In the face of Leylin's soul origin, the attack from these valiant souls were as weak as ants.

Varied soul force burst forth as they shattered, carrying berserk emotions and numerous memory fragments.

"A soul is a small matter. The issue is that there's still these berserk emotions within the soul force…" Leylin sighed.

The basic requirement to absorb divinity was that one was legendary, and this was not without reason. Those who were yet to cross that threshold wouldn't even be able to live through the attacks of these souls.

"God… I pray that you protect our barbarian race!" "You must make the barbarians the most powerful race!" "Please ensure the survival of the barbarians…" "I want to have meat. I want meat everyday…"

Such chaotic thoughts appeared in Leylin's mind that they could cause a regular person to go mad. Even someone with legendary strength could acquire a mental disorder, the chaotic soul energy causing cracks in their memories.

However, Leylin had the A.I. Chip. He also had prior experience in this area, and his own soul origin was near rank 7. He could still take this.

"Hss…"

"I am the limitless Jörmungandr, the master that devours all things!" The Targaryen phantom appeared in Leylin's pupils, and the power of devouring appeared, forming spirals that devoured all the chaotic soul origins at one go.

After being converted, the strength surged into Leylin's sea of consciousness.

The A.I. Chip's prompt sounded at this moment. [Beep! Host has taken in a large amount of energy, determined to be soul origin essence. Absorbed!]

Large amounts of icy streams of air converged in Leylin's mind, allowing his spiritual force to revolve rapidly.

[Beep! Host has absorbed soul energy. Spirit 1]

The accumulations of the barbarian tribe over countless years had made things easy for Leylin, and even allowed him to raise his spiritual force.

Leylin looked at his hands and murmured, "My spiritual force has increased a bit. I feel like every small increase in stats past fifteen points is a huge advance."

The A.I. Chip's prompts continued. [Beep! Host's spirit has broke through, becoming rank 16 arcanist!]

At this moment, his stats were refreshed.

[Leylin Faulen. Age: 22. Race: Human, Rank 16 Arcanist. Strength: 13. Agility: 11. Vitality: 12. Spirit: 16. Arcane energy: 160 Status: Healthy. Feats: Sturdy, Erudite, Elementary Perfect Body. Specialties: Arcane Energy Detection, Arcane Amplification.] [Progress on Weave analysis: Level 0: 100%, Level 1: 100%, Level 2:100%, Level 3:100%, Level 4:100%, Level 5: 67.35%, Level 6:41.91%, Level 7:22.33%.] [Spell slots available: Rank 7(2), Rank 6(5), Rank 5(7), Rank 4(???), Rank 3(???), Rank 2(???), Rank 1(???), Rank 0(???)]

The advancement of arcanists required growth in both spiritual force and soul force, as well as the comprehension and sensing of arcane energy. However, with Leylin's attainments in magic with his main body, he already surpassed many legendary arcanists. There was practically no bottleneck for his advance, and his spirit breaking through automatically led to a rise in his rank.

'The barbarian tribe hasn't formed a divinity yet. Just a bit of the power of faith mixed with soul energy can help me increase a rank? Perhaps I should focus on finding information in this area…'

In Leylin's eyes, the power of faith was the power of emotion, and also soul force. There had been no bottlenecks in his advancement, and all he needed was enormous energy and his ability of devouring. When all the conditions were met, he could quickly advance.

For Leylin, this was also a shortcut to more power. As long as there were barbarian worshippers, it was possible that they had formed great soul energy like this, be it in the outer seas or various other areas in the continent.

Of course, if an altar had truly gathered divinity, Leylin would not dare devour it. If not, his own temperament could change, and that was not something trivial.

Becoming the patron saint of the barbarians would be even worse than killing himself.

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Mage's Sword

Outer seas, on board the Barbarians' ship.

"AGH…" Odge suddenly dropped to his knees, roaring in pain.

"Dear, what's the matter?" Madam Tillen rushed to his side and helped him up.

"My family's sacrificial altar… It's gone! The response has been completely cut off…" Odge spat out the words through gritted teeth, and the implications in his statement made Tillen pale in response.

"We haven't caught up to them?" After they had received the news, Odge had immediately set off. However, they had to conceal their movements and the barbarian lands in Fire Scale Island were very far from Pirates' Cove.

Originally, this had been done for their own safety. But something like this happening would make it extremely difficult to mount a rescue.

"We must avenge them!" Tillen bit her lip so hard that a trickle of blood spilled out. Since their sacrificial altar had been destroyed, it was obvious what had befallen the members of their tribe.

Her heart dropped. It wasn't just one or two barbarians that had fallen. Everyone in the tribe, be it the elderly, the frail, the women, or the children, had perished. The souls of hundreds of years of the tribe's experts, their sacrifices and devotion, had been completely destroyed.

Even if she wasn't a barbarian, Tillen could imagine how this sort of aftermath would lead to the Barbarians going berserk.

"Ah… In my name as Odge, the king and leader of the barbarians, I vow to the gods that I'll wrench that damned wizard's skull off!" Odge roared, slicing his cheek with his dagger. Boiling dark red blood rolled down from the cut, making his boorish face seem even more malevolent and terrifying.

"Oh! Kill him! Kill him!" The barbarians below him all saw red, as their family and children had all been at Fire Scale Island. There was no chance that they had survived.

The fox woman Tillen gritted her teeth, but spoke out in the end, "Odge! I believe that now isn't the best time to fight him, he must have prepared a trap for us!"

After the words left her mouth, she could no longer continue speaking. This was because she saw the expression in Odge's eyes, that look of undying, frightening hatred! After what had happened, forget a trap, Odge would traverse hell and high water without the slightest hesitation.

At this moment, even if she had come to advise on the situation, her persuasion would not have the slightest effect.

'Is this part of his plan? Using the power of hatred to lead these barbarians into a trap…' At this moment, Madam Tillen suddenly felt a deep chill in her heart, caused by that noble wizard.

……

Fire Scale Island was within their sights. Dense black smoke continued to pour into the horizon, and the entire island seemed to have descended into hell. Seeing their tribe's land wrapped in a great fire, the barbarians all descended into frantic roaring.

"Find them! Tear them apart!" Odge tightly gripped Madam Tillen's shoulder. Rivulets of blood appeared on her skin.

"I will!" Madam Tillen vowed. After saying this however, she realised that she did not need to use tracing spells.

This was because several ships from the Scarlet Tigers appeared in her line of sight, and they seemed to have not left in time. Tens of small barbarian corpses were hung from the mast as bait.

Roar!* After seeing those corpses, the barbarians collectively went berserk. Odge brandished his enormous saber and the other sailors rowed with all their might. There was only one wish in the barbarians' hearts– to find those damned robbers and get their revenge!

The Barbarians were the only ones allowed to bring death and suffering to other races in these regions of the outer seas. Now, they were suffering the fate that they handed down to others.

Madam Tillen's heart suddenly grew sorrowful, and a single tear rolled down her face. She could already see the shadow of her own death, and could not escape from it.

Mmmmmmm!* The deep sound of a bugle horn could be heard, bringing to one's mind the coming siege.

The Scarlet Tigers' elite troops emerged and completely surrounded all of the Barbarians' ships. They were like an enormous pocket wrapping around its goods. In their fury, these simple-minded barbarians did not sense the danger before them at all, and immediately took the bait.

"Kill! The boss is giving 5 gold coins for every barbarian's head!" Ronald loudly ordered, and the reward was spread widely through the use of signal flags.

Boom! Boom!* The goblin cannons boomed without end, and near them were the sounds of dwarven artillery firing volleys of gunfire. Under Leylin's command, the Scarlet Tigers had slowly come up with their own style of combat.

Roar! Roar!* Row after row of barbarians collapsed in a flicker of flames. Even their tough skin could not withstand the combined power of gunpowder and magic.

Odge grew even more berserk at this presentation. After the long-range battle had ended, it was time for the traditional methods of jumping and boarding ships. Odge immediately ignored the charge of a pirate towards him, lifting the fellow up by his head.

Krrch! Krrch!* The human pirate's complexion twisted, and rivulets of blood flowed down from his forehead. Crazed roars sounded as this unfortunate pirate's skill burst like a watermelon in Odge's palm.

Chhh!* Blazing hot white light flashed past, and the surrounding pirates were directly slashed into two halves by the saber's qi.

As the strongest in the barbarian tribe, Odge was a high-ranked warrior. His barbarian bloodline and the support of magic items allowed very few below the realm of legendaries to rival him.

It was a pity that all of this was as negligible as a grain of sand in the face of the Scarlet Tigers. A scarlet red figure suddenly flew from the opposing ship, letting out a powerful clear cry in midair.

Roar!* A domain of intimidating draconic power extended from the ship. This oppressive power stemming from a bloodline made Madam Tillen take a few steps back in fright. After, she saw a winged half-dragon creature swoop down at great speed, a longsword burning with raging flames intercepting Odge's saber. An enormous crack appeared on his blade.

'A human demi dragon? No, it's a dragon's disciple! This power…' Madam Tillen dumbly looked on at Isabel who was covered in red scales, with a despondent expression on her face, 'Is this the bloodline of a legendary dragon? But how is this possible? Wasn't she corrupted by demons?'

Madam Tillen did not know what power a successor of a legendary dragon's bloodline could wield, but now it was made clear to her.

"The Scarlet Witch?!" Odge looked at the crack on his enchanted saber with a pained expression on his face. This was the weapon he used most after all, and it had helped him cut off the heads of many troublesome enemies.

Now however, a crack had appeared on the enchanted saber after just one clash with the witch.

"A legendary item!" Odge looked at the blazing red longsword in Isabel's grasp with an increasingly ugly expression. He sensed an unknown danger coming from that weapon.

"Don't let her weapon touch you, and be careful of her dragon breath attack! I'll help you!" Madam Tillen's expression was very anxious, and she readied several amplification spells in her hand and was about to cast them.

"I am your opponent! We meet again, beautiful lady."

Rumble!* The raging flames of a fireball engulfed them, blocking Madam Tillen's way. The entire area was thrown into chaos, with barbarians and pirates fighting wildly. One of the barbarians fell on occasion, and their head would be chopped off immediately.

Blood stained the ground, but even in this hellish scene Leylin had nary a speck of dust on him. He even greeted Madam Tillen in a refined and courteous manner, as if he was the most respectable noble.

"Leylin Faulen…" Madam Tillen called out the wizard's name through gritted teeth, her eyes slowly filling with fear. That man's grasp of human nature was even more terrifying than the devil's.

It had not been long since she had seen a true devil in Neville, but the feeling that he gave her was not as evil and as profound as what she felt in Leylin's presence.

"It has been four or five years since we last met, hasn't it? Madam is still as beautiful as before…" A sincere smile broke out on the noble baron's face, and Tillen felt that if she gave him her hand, he would have kissed it in greeting without the slightest hesitation.

However, the eyes of the wizard who stood across from her were ice-cold, and he looked at her with a face utterly devoid of emotion.

"I apologise, my beautiful lady. I don't have much time left, so can I ask you to hurry up and die for me?" In a single second, the light and breezy conversation turned dangerous. Wind howled, and Leylin smiled slightly as powerful magic converged. An earth-shattering attack was cast resolutely, ignoring all the beauty that Madam Tillen possessed and indifferently sending her to her death.

This sorrowful feeling made Madam Tillen's heart feel depressed. Her feelings lasted only for a moment though, and afterwards she no longer had the capacity to reflect on it.

Berserk energy particles converged into a splendidly brilliant longsword. The swordpoint had a spiritual quality to it, and it was directly thrust at Tillen. A strong wind seemed to directly slice at the skin on her face.

"Mage's Sword! A rank 7 spell! You're already a high-ranked wizard!" Trickles of blood dripped down, but Madam Tillen's face was still filled with incredulity. She finally knew how she had lost. A high-ranked wizard could completely crush the barbarians here.

'But he's only a little older than 21 years old! With this power, he must be a genius that even the gods will envy…' Madam Tillen was unable to think anymore after this. The sharp Mage's Sword pierced through the layers of her defence, directly running through the fox woman's bosom.

Even though she had been a sorcerer and the chief wizard of the Barbarians, Tillen's attainments in magic were only on par with Ernest. She had only achieved that through her bloodline power. She was simply unable to endure a single blow from Leylin.

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Kill

At this moment, the victor of another battle had also been decided.

Dragon Breath! Isabel was still in the state of her draconic transformation. The flame-red scales on her body were just like a dazzling armour that looked like freshly-cut flowers. She looked like the incarnation of a valkyrie.

After she saw that the fight would drag on, Isabel activated her bloodline abilities without the slightest hesitation.

Dragon disciples would inherit the spellcasting abilities of a red dragon. The bloodline that Isabel possessed was indeed that of a Legendary red dragon. Her spellcasting abilities would gain an extremely powerful boost.

The frantic flames consumed Odge in a flash, and no matter how determined and how tough a barbarian he was, he now let out painful wails.

Sharp! Break! From the looks of it, Isabel had immediately activated the abilities of the Red Dragon Sword.

In a flash of light and a crisp snapping sound, Odge's peak-ranked alchemised saber suddenly split apart.

With its obstacle removed from its way, the Red Dragon Sword unhesitatingly pierced through Odge's heart. The blazing flames destroyed all the vital organs in his body immediately.

"Ah…" Odge lowered his head with great difficulty and looked at the scorched black flesh on his chest. The light in his eyes slowly dimmed.

"…No!" Madam Tillen let out a mournful wail. She summoned energy from some unknown well of strength and unexpectedly struggled to crawl next to Odge's body.

"My… beloved…" She held Odge's huge lifeless hand, her eyes filled with content as if she had grabbed hold of the most precious thing in the entire world, and slowly shut her eyes.

"What a sad and beautiful romance… Isn't it?" Looking upon them, Leylin and Isabel did not try and hinder them in any way. They quietly watched this pair of eternal soulmates pass into the afterworld.

"I really do feel that it's rather unlike you to say that sort of thing!" After hearing Leylin's idle comment, Isabel speechlessly roller her eyes.

"Also… Why are you this impatient?" Isabel looked all around them. Now, all of the barbarian pirate crew had been forced into a weak position.

After Odge and Madam Tillen had been slain, the remaining barbarians grew even more frantic. In the end however, they were ultimately left to struggle in the throes of death.

After the final few barbarian shamans had died, the entire barbarian pirate crew's destruction was inevitable.

Under such heavy suppression, the remaining barbarians crumbled at last. They jumped into the sea one after another to flee, but they were shot dead by Robin Hood who had long anticipated their retreat.

This was the trouble of naval warfare. Once they had lost, it was difficult to flee. One could only win absolutely or lose completely, but once you lost it was very difficult to free oneself.

Leylin's luck had always been good. Rather than calling it luck, it was better to say that he had the support of planning well-devised strategies.

Isabel turned towards Leylin. Since he was the planning type, seeing him choose to pursue a fast-paced fight and unhesitatingly massacre the barbarian tribe and even use their own people as bait was unexpected. His methods stank of shortsighted vision.

"You could tell? Then there is no harm in you guessing what guards I've prepared in advance…" Seeing his cousin mature, Leylin's heart was rather gratified. She could be considered his greatest helping hand in the outer seas.

"It can't be… The priest and thief from last time!" Isabel only needed to think about it for a moment before her eyes flashed in understanding.

"Mm!" Leylin nodded, waving his hand carelessly.

A translucent wave rose, with a small water screen floating atop it.

Although there was no indication of their identity, the sailors onboard radiated a uniquely murderous aura.

"Are these… Pirates? Ones which were groomed by the god of murder? They've always been hiding in Pirates' Cove, I never thought…" Isabel breathed in sharply. Until now, she had always believed that the pirate crews in the outer seas now only consisted of the Scarlet Tiger and the barbarian pirate crew. She had neglected those fragmented little pirate crews.

In reality however, these fragmented, small-sized pirate crews were the most important strength of Pirates' Cove! They formed the majority of the ships within the Tide of Pirates.

Even a small part of those in service could assemble into a power force to reckon with.

"Luckily you discovered them already, otherwise after we engaged in mutually assured destruction with the barbarians, these locusts would descend. The consequences would have been unbearable…" Isabel said, with a grave expression on her face.

She now no longer had the slightest doubt in her mind that the church of murder were not just ordinary fishermen.

"Mm, you're absolutely correct!" Leylin agreed with Isabel's point.

"In reality, the reason why I avoided using Pirates' Cove as the place for this final battle, apart from not wanting the Barbarians to have a favourable location, was to avoid these maggots of the dark…" The corners of Leylin's lips quirked up into a sneer, "However, now that we've discovered their plan and made the preparations after destroying the Barbarians, what have we got to worry about?"

"What do you mean?" Isabel hesitantly asked. She stood by Leylin and smelt the special scent of bloodthirst.

"Let's welcome them and kill them all!" Leylin's eyes flashed as he made up his mind, "Now is the best time, the entire church of murder in the outer seas have all assembled here. Once they're all dead, it will deal a great blow to the church."

"A blow?" Isabel had never thought that Leylin's ambition would grow so large to the point where he would dare to strike down a true god's church.

'Without getting rid of them, how can i spread my own religion…' Leylin smiled coldly to himself, 'There is a dead calm here in the outer seas, and the dark world's greatest religion is Cyric. Once he is cut off from his lackeys in the secular world, all the faith in the outer seas will belong to me…"

In reality, this wasn't a question of benefits.

Leylin had long taken a fancy to the outer seas as his base, and had prepared to establish it as a base for his followers. Thus, there had been a clash with the existing religion here.

The first was Cyric, because he had the biggest influence in the outer seas, and even had quite a few of the pirates as his followers.

In addition, this god was an evil god. Publicly fighting him wasn't an issue, and on the contrary it would perhaps earn him favour from the benevolent gods.

It was possible to predict that in the future, Leylin would sweep across the outer seas and possibly eliminate all the native religions and evil gods in one fell swoop.

"Don't worry, cousin. The god of murder's influence isn't that strong in the outer seas, and he is suppressed by many other benevolent gods… Additionally, even the Thieves' Guild is not entirely under his control…" Leylin had acquired a lot of inside information on the three great guilds after travelling in the continent.

Cyric could only considered a shareholder in the Thieves' Guild and not a chairman. There were still many other gods supporting the organisation from the shadows.

The Warriors' Guild was the same, and those gods would not permit some true god to monopolise their channels.

Even the narrow-minded Wizards' Guild was not monopolised purely by the Weave Goddess, and still had the God of Knowedge Oghma and others dividing up the goddess' believers.

Consequently, his fight against Cyric and attacking the Thieves' Guild were two entirely separate matters.

"So it's like this… After all, he's a powerful true god," Isabel's eyes were full of anxiety.

Needless to say, not even a weak god would willingly relinquish his own territory, let alone suffer a big loss to their believers.

Even if Cyric's influence in the outer seas was very weak, he wielded great power on the continent. He controlled many high-ranked military powers from the shadow.

Dispatching one or two Legends over to fight for him was something that was entirely possible.

Legends were the ultimate decisive force in the entire Prime Material Plane. Once such a high-ranked expert arrived, Isabel was very aware that there was no one on her side who could offer the least resistance.

Ordinary people could not reach the realm of Legend. Everything that the Faulen family possessed was nothing in the eyes of a Legend.

"Even if a legendary comes to hurt my family, they'll have to step over my dead body first!" Isabel declared firmly, tightly grasping her red dragon longsword.

Leylin was naturally aware of the resolution in her eyes, but did not speak of his intended plans to her.

Cyric could possibly be fly into a rage and send legendary over from the continent. However, this required time. Perhaps by then, Leylin would have already advanced to become a Legend himself!

In addition, if one wanted to develop, it was absolutely necessary to forcibly plunder the benefits that originally belonged to others. Naturally, this would lead to conflict.

Leylin had chosen the outer seas, and it was already the least controversial decision he could have made.

If he had chosen to start developing in the continent, perhaps he would have already attracted Legend-ranked experts over to take him down.

'Ultimately, it's all a question of strength! With enough strength, even if I take over the outer seas and slay the priests of the church of murder, what else can i do?' Cyric and Malar, these chaotic evil gods, were already held in poor opinion by the public. Leylin could thus use any means he wanted to deal with them.

'Choosing the right faction is of the utmost importance. Since the good faction is out of the question, I must not lose the lawful faction…' Leylin stroked his chin as he pondered the situation meaninglessly.

"My lord! The Barbarians have been destroyed! Only five ships have been sunk, the rest are now under our control!" Just when Leylin and Isabel were about to speak, Ronald had completed his mission and bounded over to excitedly report to them. There were still traces of barbarian blood on him.

"Mm, prepare to launch plan 2! Take all the heavily damaged captive ships away. We must prepare to fight the next battle," Leylin lightly ordered.

"Hm? We still have enemies left?" According to Ronald's thoughts, after destroying the barbarian pirate crew, the Scarlet Tiger was now the strongest crew in the entire outer seas.

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Assassin

"As long as we are the kings of the outer seas, our challenges will never cease…"

Leylin smiled, "This time, it's only a few little mice who overestimate themselves… Ronald, how do you think we should deal with them?"

"Of course we should mercilessly cut off their heads and claws, and store them in oil bottles!"

Ronald answered with a murderous spirit. For those that challenged their status and profits, there was only one answer, as was law of the pirates in the outer sea— To kill them all!

……

The shadow of the sail danced. Numerous sailors and pirates yelled as they controlled the sail and steering oar, allowing the pirate ship to sail more quickly.

Amongst them all, on the largest ship, a bishop was frowning while having a bad feeling about this.

"Rogers, make the ship faster! We need to hurry there as soon as possible!"

"Understood, master!" A pirate captain next to the bishop answered respectfully, "But this is the fastest we can go…"

"Is that so? Then why is it that the Scarlet Tiger and the Barbarians' Tsunami can go faster than eighteen knots?" The bishop frowned.

"That's because those are large pirate groups. Those two are also the main battleships that have been enchanted!" Rogers thought inside but did not dare speak his thoughts. After hesitating for a while, he answered as if put in a spot, "Those are individual abilities and nothing to do with the speed of the fleet…"

"No, no. You're all trying to deceive the mighty God of Murder and his priests!" The bishop watched Rogers, facial muscles contorting to become incomparably sinister.

"No, that's not it… Master, my loyalty to the god… No, please forgive me! Please forgive me!" The captain of the pirates, who had seen the ruthless methods of the bishop, immediately knelt while looking absolutely terrified.

This accusation was not something trivial. Recently, this bishop had become strangely bloodthirsty and insane, and would occasionally kill people because of small matters.

The captain, Rogers, was now beginning to regret responding to his recruitment.

Pu!*

However, before he could plead and beg for forgiveness, a black dagger had slashed through his throat and cut apart his windpipe. Large amounts of blood spurted out.

Rogers' eyes rolled back, hands grasping at his throat tightly. Blood unceasingly flowed from between his fingers, causing guttural groans from his throat.

The struggles of a dying man ended quickly. The captain, who had been lively and frisky all this while had turned into a corpse in a instant.

The surrounding pirates froze, beginning to wish they could hide their heads in their chest.

"Dispose of him! Also… increase the speed. Any questions?" The bishop glanced at the assistant pirate next to him.

"No– None at all! I guarantee you, my lord, that there's no issue at all!"

The assistant had been scared stupid, but after seeing the chilly glint in the bishop's eyes, he immediately felt sober and shouted.

"Then go, or else this is how you will end up!"

The bishop waved his arms, no longer caring about those pirates who were doing everything in their capabilities. Gazing into the distance, he had a profound look in his eyes.

"Damn it! That darned little noble! I shouldn't have let him off during Pirates' Tide!"

The bishop's plan had been perfect, where he would provoke both sides and help the weaker one. Once the Scarlet Tigers and Barbarian Pirates weakened, his team would gobble up these two organisations and become the king of the outer sea.

He even had plans to unify the dark world and make the outer seas independent, and even construct a godly realm on the ground here!

However, all of this had been wrecked by the darned noble.

Veins began to show in the bishop's eyes. He'd never thought that the noble would be so gutsy as to kill the emissary he had dispatched.

"Such a fearless and disrespectful being must be executed immediately, and then nail his soul on the wall of the faithless as he howls in anguish…"

As a religious person, the bishop immediately loathed Leylin with all his heart.

A person who held no respect for the gods could never become a lamb of his master. If Leylin could not be subdued in terms of his mind, then he would have to destroy his body.

From ancient times, this was how power worked.

However, he had no idea that when the gods started out, they were also just as fearless. This was the joint belief of all those heroes whose names remained in historical records

If they could not succeed, then they could only roll of a cliff and turn into the corroding soil underneath.

While he did not know of this concept, the bishop determined to have blood.

He wished to eliminate this being as soon as possible…

"There's still time. The Barbarians must have just fought them not long ago… Even if my plans are slightly affected, the Barbarians' strength should be enough to cause immense damage to the other side. When the time comes…"

While the bishop was immersed in his fantasies, he suddenly gaped at the dense number of sails in the distance, at the horizon.

The Scarlet Tiger ship took the lead. The bloody skull and dagger symbol had all of the pirates becoming restless.

Gods! The Scarlet Tigers was the finest pirate organisation in the outer seas. He had basically heard them expand and gain reputation, and now that they were going to fight them, it was impossible for him not to feel stressed.

Rumble!* *Rumble!* *Rumble!*

The Scarlet Tigers unhesitatingly opened fire. Like table knives, the many ships cut the huge fleet apart into numerous fragments like butter.

Compared to how the pirates at the lowest rung depended on their elite troops and morale, the Scarlet Tigers wanted to leave their opponent far behind. This was an unequalled confidence in themselves from cutting off the heads of countless enemies.

"Do you see it now?"

Leylin handed the commanding to Ronald and Robin Hood. After all, he was more proficient in casting spells. From the many years he had not been around, he was also unfamiliar with the group.

Knowing one's flaws and doing his best to make up for it was the attitude of those looking to improve themselves.

While I'm not suited to some roles, I can choose people who would do better and control them.

If not, someone wanted to do everything well would only tire themselves to death.

"Seems like Robin Hood and Ronald are doing very well!" Leylin said to Isabel next to him while laughing..

"They are the people you've nurtured. Are you trying to brag about your extraordinary foresight?" Isabel was actually very astonished. Leylin seemed to have a pair of special eyes, and he would never go wrong when it came to judging people.

However, in order not to make Leylin too cocky, she worded her answer huffily.

"No! I just…"

Just as Leylin was preparing to answer, his expression suddenly changed and he abruptly pushed Isabel aside.

A translucent figure arrived before him, as if traversing through space.

Shadow Jump! The powerful ability of a high-ranked assassin, and a high-ranked technique that could only be comprehended by assassins nearing Legendary! It allowed one to shift locations through the shadow dimension and attack enemies instantly.

This ability was basically everyone's nightmare!

When a wizard like Leylin was in close quarters with a thief and was the one who was being attacked in surprise, the result was obvious.

This high-ranked assassin did not have any excess movements, and lacked even the elation of completing a mission successfully. There was only an apathetic and dead look in his eyes. The black dagger that held a powerful curse inside had already pierced through the defences and into the area where Leylin's heart was.

"No!" Isabel immediately went crazy, transforming into half-dragon form and pouncing over.

The feeling of meeting flesh and the scalding blood spurting out finally gave rise to a glimmer in the eyes of the assassin. With a burst of strength in his right hand, he planned to draw the dagger out and leave.

After all, fighting with a high-ranked swordsman was not something for an assassin to do. He had assassinated the leader of the opposing side, and that was enough!

Surprisingly, he was unsuccessful in plucking the dagger out. The assassin froze, and was stunned to see flesh 'sprouts' appearing in 'Leylin''s chest. They were like the vines of plants that bundled up the dagger tightly.

Just that moment of being stunned left him no chance to flee for his life.

Boom!* 'Leylin's' chest exploded, and numerous bloody tendrils burst towards him and bound the assassin tightly. Like suckers, they were already trying to pierce through the skin and absorb fresh blood.

"Necromancy? No, no…" A shocked, coarse voice sounded from under the assassin's veil.

"That's just a Flesh Puppet, a spell I made just for you!"

A teleportation door opened to reveal the real Leylin.

"You should be the high-ranked assassin who tried to assassinate numerous bishops of varying churches during Pirates' Tide, right? This is a rather great gift!"

"So… you've already become a high-ranked wizard!"

The assassin's eyes did not fluctuate at all, allowing the bloody vines to take over his body. It seemed that he had lost all will to escape.

"Stop pretending. All of your methods are visible before my eyes!"

Leylin spoke coldly. Numerous spells shot out. With Dimensional Anchor locking on, even the shadow plane had been sealed.

"Damn it… you!"

Now that his last trump card had been seen through, the assassin was now no longer as relaxed before. He was then killed with Leylin's Finger Of Death.

"Bastard, do you know how worried I was for you? At least discuss this with me beforehand!"

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Pendant

"I'm sorry, dear cousin! At this point, it's better to get things done before we discuss things…" Leylin waved his arm, and another teleportation door opened.

Isabel stepped out of the teleportation door and immediately heard the uproar from the surroundings, as well as enraged shouts. Without any excess movements, she activated her bloodline abilities and the hidden techniques of the Red Dragon Sword

Dragon Aura Domain! Fireball! The legendary dragon's spiritual domain and blazing fire rumbled, causing all the pirates to cry out miserably as they were sent flying. There were traces of charring all over their bodies.

The other pirates in the distance were also shrieking as they lay immobile on the ground. There was no way out for the weak in the face of the spiritual domain of dragon aura, and they would only be massacred by their enemies.

In actuality, the dragon aura of a regular dragon was still just average. One from an ancient or primordial dragon could take out even most high-ranked Professionals, and even affect legendaries to a great degree.

"Teleportation doors? High-ranked wizards? And a dragon sorcerer!" The God of Murder's bishop cried out in alarm, light shining around his body.

After seeing Leylin step out of the teleportation door as well, his pupils shrank, "It's you! You've already advanced to become a high-rank wizard?"

"Cut the bullshit…" Leylin gave the bishop a disdainful glance, the arcane spell he'd already prepared launching forth.

Mage's Disjunction!

Boom! Boom! Crackle!* Numerous spell rays shattered, returning to form the original magic item. They returned to the ring in the bishop's hand, then his necklace, followed by his luxurious clothing.

One after another, magic items exploded on the bishop's body. As he had too many on him, he was unlucky enough but to have to flee naked.

"A rank 9 disjunction? A high-ranked wizard above rank 19?" Uncaring of his own image, the bishop sunk into shock. In a few years, the opponent had become a high-ranked wizard, which shocked him to no end. On top of that, he was already a rank 19, very close to becoming legendary.

However, the power of Mage's Disjunction had been shown right in front of him, which was something he could not understand at all.

'This is the might of arcane spells…' Seeing the bishop who was now completely in the nude, Leylin sighed inside. He was a high-ranked priest who was at least rank 17, and his wizard ranking would not be enough to subdue the priest. The opponent possessed a large number of powerful magic items.

However, being an arcanist allowed him to bypass the limitations of spell slots and the Weave. As long as he had enough arcane energy and the correct spell models, any spell under the legendary realm could be cast for a price.

This rank 9 Mage's Disjunction, for example, was a spell used specifically to deal with magic Professionals. Its focus was very powerful, and all items below legendary would be undone under this spell.

It could be said that arcane spells were the bane of all wizards! Most of the battle might of wizards depended on their magic items, and being stripped of them would be a deadly blow!

On top of that, the heartache of having the magic items formed with blood and tears, made of materials and resources that had been gathered painstakingly, was enough for wizards to cough up blood.

A prime example of this would be the bishop now. With his wealth and the numerous spells and items to aid his escape, Leylin's surprise attack alone was not enough to kill the opponent.

Now, however, all of the preparations he had made had been unravelled under Leylin's spell, completely losing their effects. Most high-ranked priests' divine spells were for buffs and healing. There were few that were meant for killing. Leylin's spell had taken out most of the bishop's strength.

"Damn it… How did you advance so quickly?" The bishop's face was almost green, eyes now bloodshot. No matter how much he had overestimated Leylin's strength, he would never have imagined that Leylin was extremely close to becoming legendary.

It was this huge oversight that led to his failure.

'This is just the effect of a Mage's Disjunction spell. If it's the legendary version, that would be the nightmare of all legendary wizards! Not only legendary items, even divine weapons could be damaged…' Leylin's eyes showed his thirst and intoxication. He then landed his gaze on the bishop.

"Wha– What do you want?" The bishop still held no fear for Leylin. There was only immense regret; regret that he had not prepared more.

"What I want? That's what I should be asking you, my dear bishop!" Leylin answered with a slight smile. At this moment, Isabel had abruptly sent out a few Dragon's Breaths and burnt a few high-ranked assassins to ashes.

Upon seeing this, the corner of the bishop's eyes began to twitch. These high-ranked assassins had been great helpers that he had nurtured with care. While their power was lacking in comparison to the one that had attacked Leylin, they were all elites! Now, however, their corpses lined the area, destroying all of the bishop's hard work over the years.

The defences of a Dragon Warlock's scales were exceedingly terrifying. On top of that, she had a legendary item in the Red Dragon Sword. These assassins' high-ranked enchanted daggers were no match at all, and once they crossed swords their lives were easily ended.

Meanwhile, the battle between the Scarlet Tigers and the bishop's pirates began to show who was on the winning side. The high-ranked pirates that had been hastily gathered were no match for Leylin's elites that had gone through countless battles.

The sounds of yells closed in, and even the warship that was the main force was caught up to and surrounded by the pirate ships. Numerous fleeing pirates surged out like the tide. Leylin seemed unruffled in the situation, a confidence inherent to his very being.

"Bishop. I haven't dealt with your church before, but you show malicious intent against us. Care to explain?" Leylin watched him, the glint from the A.I. Chip strengthening.

This bishop gave him a very different feeling from many priests. He'd seen his fair share, like the Gold Priest Xena who was in charge of the church of wealth on Faulen Island. The bishop wasn't like that.

[Beep! An abnormal energy reaction has been detected within the host's body.] The A.I. Chip performed a full body scan in front of Leylin's eyes. Many dark red spots had appeared on the translucent model, making it look demonic.

'As expected… Is this the contamination from abnormal energy?' Leylin wondered inside, 'It's a high-ranked priest, so this contamination should come from divine force!'

In Leylin's eyes, the holy light of a high-ranked bishop had now been contaminated so badly that it was beyond recognition. No matter what kind of god, divine force was better when it was pure. However, what Leylin saw was divine force that had been contaminated and warped.

'Has the God of Murder really gone mad? He doesn't even care about his priests… Also, this power of distortion…' Leylin felt a chill in his heart.

Legends said that Cyric, the Greater God of Murder, had begun to go insane. He was even planning to transform into a demon. His divine realm had signs of falling to the abyss, and it looked to be a possibility now!

The only being able to influence him that greatly would be Distorted Shadow!

'As expected of an ancient peak rank 8 Magus! Even after falling, he can still cause his opponents so much trouble…' Leylin could not help but sigh inside.

"Hm?" The bishop's eyes raised slightly. In this situation, Leylin's words sounded like he was amenable to persuasion.

"This… I can explain…" The bishop immediately gave Leylin a reason. Backing him was a true god, and a greater god at that. It was understandable that Leylin feared him. In the prime material plane, there had never been anyone with the guts to go against a greater god!

This was his belief in his god.

'The plan to use military force has completely failed, but it won't be bad if I can pull him to my side and make him a follower…' Traces of dark red light flashed in the bishop's eyes. He could not help but unclench his fingers from around a pendant he'd been clutching tightly.

"Now!" Leylin's eyes flickered, and an invisible spatial undulation flashed with a bright light.

"Hm?" The bishop was stunned, and immediately felt a sharp pain at his wrist.

Pak!* His right hand fell to the ground, bright red blood seeping out. A miniature statue of a god fell down.

'He had no plans of complying!' The bishop's eyes went wide, and insanity flashed within. The only hand he had left began to grab towards Leylin's heart.

"It's too late… Finger of Death]" Leylin sighed. The dark rays from his hand disappeared into the bishop's forehead, causing the light in his eyes to dim.

Thud!* The bishop's corpse fell heavily to the ground, causing the pirates to break down.

The rest of the matter was naturally left to his underlings. Leylin stood beside the Bishop's fallen right hand and saw the small pendant, looking deep in thought.

'God Descent? The material is strange, and it's even immune to the Mage's Disjunction attack…' With this thought, Leylin picked the pendant up.

It was rather small. It was a miniature statue of a god, with thin silver chains threaded through it glimmering brightly.

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Greed

Buzz!* The statue of the god began to rumble, divine force rippling like waves in water. It was as if it was about to come alive.

However, with the external activation not coming forth, the pendant restlessly shook a few times and then unwillingly stilled, losing its sheen.

"The divine summoning failed, huh. Apart from the divine force here, there is also the presence of the divine realm's coordinates and even the conscient of a god…" Leylin muttered.

At this moment, he felt an extremely bitter conscient radiating great power from the pendant, as if its rage was about to overflow.

'I'd need to worry if this was the true body, even if it's an avatar… But what's a trifling conscient like this?' Leylin harrumphed, and a Targaryen phantom appeared in his eyes.

"Hss!" The conscient of a near rank 7 descended, annihilating all signs of the conscient lingering in the pendant. Just before that conscient dissipated, the raging divine force calmed down like a wave in a tranquil sea.

"Not bad at all! The divine force contained in here could perhaps give me an unexpected surprise…" An expression of glee spread across Leylin's face.

The divine force of gods, to put it bluntly, was just a high-ranked power in a different form. It was considered venomous to others, and clerics could only receive the divine force of the gods they worshipped. However, it was all a supplement for Leylin.

'What a pity… If not for those powerful gods, I would have long since broken into many churches and robbed them of their divine force…' Leylin began his deductions.

Divine force, divinity, godfire, worshippers, divine spark; these were what the gods needed the most in increasing order.

With his current strength he could barely absorb some divinity, but it would destroy the foundations of his own cultivation. Needless to say, godfire or divine sparks were even more destructive for his body.

As for divine force? That was still well within Leylin's absorption capabilities. Moreover, Leylin had deliberately digested the divine force of certain gods. Until now, he had only managed to have chance encounters with Malar and Cyric.

These two crazy and sinisterly evil gods had overlapping domains, which laid out a foundation for Leylin's future plans.

'Looking at the divine force stored in this pendant… It should be enough to increase my spirit a little, or even balance the other aspects of my stats…' Leylin rubbed his chin. After eradicating the original conscient in the pendant, the divine force was now ownerless. Leylin could now absorb it slowly, with the greatest efficiency.

Through digesting this divine force Leylin would be able to analyse the process, helping him understand Cyric's divinity. If he met other gods of different domains, he would be able to create a whole new divinity all for himself!

'After tossing away this thing, even if this bishop managed to survive, he wouldn't have a happy ending… No! He would be even worse off after his death!' Leylin looked at the corpse on the floor and sighed.

Gods held control over the souls of their worshippers, and this was a high-ranking priest on top. Leylin hadn't completely destroyed his soul just now. Once it was inspected by the God of Death, this priest's soul would definitely be sent to Cyric's divine realm.

As for what punishments the cleric would receive, no more words had to be said.

"What a pitiful fellow… " Leylin was, of course, not sympathetic in the slightest bit. He quickly tossed this matter to the back of his mind.

"It seems like they were small crews roped in from Pirates' Cove. Apart from the elites of the churches, there aren't many forces would could execute something like this!" Isabel trod on the face of a pirate captain, using their robes to wipe clean the Red Dragon Sword as she grumbled.

With the activation of the bloodline, she'd also inherited a warrior-like thirst for war.

"Yes. Had they been given time to train we would've had a much bigger problem…" Leylin nodded his head in approval, very soon ordering Ronald to clean up the mess.

As dusk approached, the sky above the sea was dyed a crimson red. The entire region was littered with the remnants of broken ships and boats. Splintered masts and flags covered half the place, and not too far from that scene were many floating corpses, blood continuing to ooze and trickle from their bloated bodies.

The enormous pirate crew slowly left, leaving a trail of destruction behind them. From this day onwards, everyone would know that two epic battles were fought in this forsaken region, devastating and annihilating two giants of the seas in one stroke.

"This atmosphere and scenery… I really want to lift my voice in song…!"

Crash! Rumble!* A figure wearing lavish noble robes descended from the sky. He exuded an aura of charisma and elegance, yet a pair of black wings spread from his back. Apart from the difference in colour, this figure looked just like an angel, with many beautiful features. However, his image was shattered the moment anyone looked into his eyes.

"That Baron Leylin… He rules the outer seas from today, eh? I really am looking forward to it…" This person was obviously Neville, but his pupils had now turned a silvery hue, with no traces of affection in them. With just one glance into his eyes, one would feel their soul turning frigid.

Neville's black wings shook slightly as they supported his weight. At this moment, this demon looked at the Scarlet Tiger ship sailing away, as he pondered deep in his thoughts. 'Strong, determined, decisive, brave…Once a soul with these qualities falls, the strength that would manifest would definitely be able to give birth to a greater devil…'

"As expected, it's a devil huh?" An indifferent voice sounded behind him, which turned made Neville freeze in his motions.

He turned his head around slowly, looking at the young noble wizard that should have left. Yet he was now floating in the air alongside him with his arms crossed, a hint of mockery flickering in his eyes.

"Hello mighty wizard, ruler of the outer seas! I am Neville, of the third hell. I hereby extend my greetings to you, with utmost respect!" After giving Leylin a once-over, Neville greeted Leylin decorously, with his right hand on his chest.

"I believe that in the future there will be a day where you'll require my services!"

"One cannot trust a deal with devils. Not to mention that you tried to lure me into a ploy… Anyone who tries to challenge me will never live past the day…" Leylin uttered his words icily, and a silver spell formation wrapped Neville up.

"Wait… I can still give you… Many things that you would not think of! Material possessions of the prime material world, authority that cannot be challenged, and also many beauties…" The silver spell formation seemed to be able to suppress devils. As his black feathers came into contact with the light barrier, they burnt up to release a charred smell.

"The promise of a devil? Hahaha…" Leylin smiled faintly, his golden pupils turning a deep hue that was darker than the abyss. The phantom of a Targaryen appeared behind him.

A terrifying devouring energy burst forth from the spell formation, completely engulfing Neville within.

"This devouring power… as well as laws… You are…!" Neville's eyes flashed with understanding, but before he could utter the truth his body vanished into the spell formation.

"The ruler of the third level of hell, the Duke of Greed… Mammon, huh?" Leylin uttered his breath and closed his eyes, relishing in the energy that he was absorbing.

[Beep! Host absorbed a large amount of energy. Agility 1, Vitality 1.] The A.I. Chip voice intoned.

Very soon, another notification appeared, and it caused Leylin to become gleeful.

[Host has devoured a devil from the third hell. Laws of devouring have been activated, obtained information on laws of greed]

"Isn't this the devouring technique of my main body?" Leylin muttered. His main body controlled the laws of gluttony, and through constantly devouring these laws he would gain a higher enlightenment of them. The devil from the third hell had enlightened him a little in that aspect.

"My main body's injuries have begun to heal faster than normal then… Its support has increased…" Leylin was elated. His stats had now changed:

[Leylin Faulen, Age: 22. Race: Human, Rank 16 Arcanist. Strength: 13. Agility: 12. Vitality: 13. Spirit: 16. Arcane Energy: 160. Status: Healthy. Feats: Sturdy, Erudite, Elementary Perfect Body. Specialties: Arcane Energy Detection, Arcane Amplification.]

"I have also absorbed some information on the laws of greed? It seems like Beelzebub was indeed one of the dukes of hell. Even after making changes to it, it is still highly adaptable to the laws from the abyss!"

Leylin gazed towards the horizon. "The outer seas are now my base, impenetrable to outside forces. Be it from hell or any divine realm, no threat…"

A high-level flight spell lit up, and very soon Leylin's figure was just a black dot in the distance, slowly disappearing into the horizon.

More repercussions were brewing and intensifying in the aftermath of this event…

……

In another part of the continent, in the midst of a gloomy valley.

An aura of death permeated the air, and there was a black church at the valley's center. Magical light filled the area, and even legendaries would perish within it.

Just as the bishop was about to perish, a white-browed priest raised his head in the church.

"Men!"

"Your holiness!" Several dark robed priests answered immediately with reverence in their eyes. Standing in front of them was a core member of the Church of Cyric, a legendary priest!

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Divine Force

"Jesfano, that piece of trash. Not only did he die, he also lost the master's token…" The old man's voice was incredibly hoarse, and it held an unendurably strange tone as he pointed out an earth-shattering fact.

"What? That happened at the Dambrath outer seas?" These black-robed priests exchanged glances, seeing shock in all of their eyes.

They were unwilling to think about what had happened to Jesfano.

In the Underdark, the druid elves that angered the spider empress Lolth would turn into terrifying half-spider monsters. For Jesfano, whose soul was in the hands of his god, he would be in a worse state.

Even the black-robed priests felt sorrowful on his behalf., but it didn't last for long. The old man slowly scanned them, the whites of his eyes brightening slightly, "Jesfona was already a high-ranked priest. We'll have to dispatch a legendary to be able to find out what happened. Who's free right now?"

One of the priests muttered to himself, then continued, "Lord Shadow Mask's whereabouts are unknown now, while Crimson Eye is at the barren west. It'll be very inconvenient for them…"

"As for my own subordinates, the north is still rather unstable. A few lords have been pursuing Queen Alustriel, and there still haven't been any results…" another black-robed priest reported. This was the pain of large organisations. While their influence was spread throughout the prime material plane, it was not so simple to make use of their high-tier forces.

"How's the Cadaver Collector doing?" Since the old man had ordered this, he must have his own plans.

The last one hesitated for a while before speaking, "He has yet to complete his experiments…"

"Tell him to rush to the outer seas once he's done. I want him to skin the scalp of the sinner who had the gall to kill my master's priest!" The elderly man spoke slowly, and then knelt in front of the idol and began to pray, immoveable. He was like the most solid statue himself.

The black-robed priests glanced at each other and retreated.

……

Leylin was completely clueless about the matters on the mainland, but he had his own predictions. He had returned to Port Venus undisturbed, and hid in his wizard tower.

"This serenity should be maintained for a period of time. Even if the God of Murder's church wants to take revenge, the time taken for them to investigate and dispatch men should be enough for me to advance…"

Leylin was now seated in the core of the wizard tower. There were terrifying isolation runes on the walls around him, and the tower genie was strictly monitoring everything. With its help Port Venus had become the harbour with the best security. Crime rates were currently very low, which attracted even more merchants into business here.

Leylin knew very well that even more trade was coming in. That was the result of eliminating the Barbarians.

'Cousin should know that they can attack Pirates' Cove and treat that area as an eternal base…' Leylin placed the steaming cup on the table, a ruminating look on his expression, 'I never thought I would become the source and driving force of chaos in the outer sea…'

At this thought, Leylin could not help but look at the other item on the table. This was a pendant of a strange make, containing surging strength within. Yet, it had lost its own spiritual nature and turned into an enormous source of energy that anyone could use.

"Now that I've removed the conscient and sealed it, the God of Murder shouldn't be able to sense it anymore, no?" Leylin did not mention Cyric's name. This was cautiousness on a fundamental level. Just mentioning a god's name would allow them to sense things.

'The information in the Wizards' Guild stated that greater gods can obtain 15 to 18 words of information on the ones who call their truenames, regardless of where they are…' Leylin stroked his chin.

This ability was somewhat similar to a part of the abilities of great rank 9 Magi, who were capable of everything and knew everything. It was a pity that this was just a part of it, and was a unique law that had been generated specific to the World of Gods. There were far too many ways to evade it.

'Also… such a tremendous divine force… What a huge gift!' Leylin spread his fingers and began to rub on the surface of the pendant. Threads of chaotic energy had been transformed by his devouring power, becoming the purest dark gold. Leylin absorbed it unceasingly.

Leylin now had given up the vulgar method of devouring everything at one go, and had switched his method to making fine adjustments and changes continuously. While the divine force of the God of Murder was powerful, it seemed to impure, and the power of the Distorted Shadow was continuously seeping in from it. What Leylin needed was to refine the purest divine force and use it on himself.

As the divine force was poured into himself, a golden mist formed around Leylin, like he was a god cast of gold.

The A.I. Chip's prompts kept sounding out. [Beep! Host has absorbed large amounts of energy essence. Determined to be a greater god's divine force. Effect similar to eternal grace from the god.] [Host's stats have increased, Strength 1. Agility 1. Vitality 1.]

As the A.I. Chip's robotic voice sounded, Leylin felt like his body had been enhanced. Terrifying strength burst forth from all his cells.

"As expected of a greater god's divine force…" Leylin sighed with satisfaction.

"A.I. Chip, assess the value of all the divine force!" He commanded.

[Beep! Mission established. Constructing model of host's body. Beginning simulations…] The A.I. Chip loyally carried out Leylin's orders. Within seconds, it had a comprehensive conclusion.

[Beep! Preliminary results show that the pendant will be used up completely in 145h 12min. Host's average stats estimated to reach 15, will advance one rank as an arcanist.]

"Is that so? That's not bad… On top of that…" Leylin saw the A.I. Chip's prompt below. [Beep! Analysis of level 5 Weave at 100%. Host has obtained all rank 5 spell models, is now immune to forgetting spells. No materials needed to cast rank 5 spells.]

There was a new change to the A.I. Chip's interface, in the portion related to the progress on the Weave.

[Analysis of Weave: Level 0: 100%, Level 1: 100%, Level 2: 100%, Level 3: 100%, Level 4: 100%, Level 5: 100%, Level 6: 53.33%, Level 7: 34.97%.]

'So divine force is also effective at deciphering the Weave…' Leylin nodded, 'It also seems to have something to do with me becoming an arcanist. Now that I've somewhat broken away from it, the analysis has quickened quite a bit…'

Becoming an arcanist was a huge advancement for Leylin. It wasn't just a change in combat ability, he could now completely break through the Weave that limited wizards.

With the restrictions of the Weave, high-ranked wizards after rank 15 would find advancing extremely difficult, Becoming a legendary was also incomparably harsh. It was easier for legendary warriors; becoming a legendary wizard before turning three hundred would already make one extremely young!

Leylin had a feeling that, after experiencing the dusk of the gods and the rise of the Netheril Empire, the gods had consciously limited the abilities of the spellcasters and prevented them from improving and growing.

However, this did not apply to arcanists. As long as they had the theories and a foundation, as well as enough resources, there was nothing stopping arcanists from advancing! However, the difficulty for arcanists lay in constructing theories applying to the higher ranks or even legendaries. This was much harder than for wizards.

In ancient times, the difficulty in arcanists advancing far exceeded that of the wizards. But Leylin was different. His main body was a near rank 7 Magus of laws! His foundation was extremely solid for the nonlimited arcane arts. With enough capabilities, he could constantly improve.

With the recuperation of his body and restoration of his law of devouring, as well as Cyric's bishop's 'altruistic' offering, he was pushed into the fast lane of advancement.

'Only legendaries are high-end battle powers in the prime material plane. I must become a legendary as soon as possible; only then will I have the confidence and capital to separate the outer seas…' When it came to his future development and plans, Leylin practically had a complete set of steps to follow.

'Before this, I need to crack down on the faith of the natives and the various devil and demon worshippers, as well as the followers of evil gods…' Leylin got up slowly, the great energy in his body turning into terrifying streams of air in the private room.

'I'll need to alter my outer appearance. It wouldn't be fun to be misunderstood as related to the God of Murder!' With a thought, all of Leylin's divine force was converted into the purest energy. The faint golden light on his skin completely disappeared.

"Master, the guests have arrived outside the tower!" The tower genie spoke respectfully, her little face appearing at this moment.

"I'll greet them myself!" Leylin nodded.

He headed outside the wizard tower and saw the figure of Gold Priest Xena. Beside her were the priests of a few other churches, though they were only around rank 10.

"Bishop Xena, everyone else, welcome to my wizard tower!" Leylin had a cordial smile on his face. In that moment, it was as if spring had arrived and all sorts of beautiful flowers were blooming.

'This power of influence… How terrifying! What state is his spiritual force in now?' While having shock in her eyes, Xena similarly revealed a smile, "Lord Baron, you're too courteous! As guests, our gifts are lacking. This isn't good manners…"

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Meeting

After giving them a tour of the tower, Leylin brought the priests to the drawing room. The metallic golems arrived quickly, presenting tea and snacks in elven porcelain.

"May I know why Lord Baron invited us here?" Xena took a look at these golems that were about as strong as rank 10 Professionals, and increased Leylin's rating in her mind.

Beside her as a representative of the Goddess of Wealth's church, there were also priests from the Gods of Knowledge and Suffering. However, Xena was the highest-ranked, and the influence of the Goddess of Wealth was the greatest here. It allowed her to act on behalf of the other two.

"Before all that, I'd first like to give you two gifts!" Leylin clapped, and another golem came forward, placing two boxes in front of them. Once they were opened, a pungent smell wafted out with large amounts of lime powder. It caused Xena to furrow her brows. She slowly drew closer.

"This is…" She suddenly took several steps backwards after seeing what was inside.

"Ah…" "It's actually…"

If Xena had reacted that way, the other two priests had even larger reactions.

"Lord Leylin, are you using this to scare us?" Xena's tone was of dissatisfaction, as the box contained two sinister heads. Showing heads to these priests was no sign of goodwill.

"Hehe… I'm obviously not offending you. Please take a closer look…" Leylin had an easy smile on his face.

After confirming that Leylin would not fall out with the church of wealth, Xena endured the nausea and discomfort and began to observe the sinister faces in the box.

After taking a closer look, she found something was wrong. "Hm? This …"

The two other priests also seemed to have noticed something as well, delight showing on their expressions.

"Lord Leylin, this is…" The priest of the God of Suffering, Avdonia, began sounding unsure.

"Indeed, this is the high-ranked assassin that killed numerous men of the clergy during the Pirates' Tide."

Leylin pointed at the box on the left, "As for the one next to him, it is the bishop of the God of Murder hidden in the outer seas, Jesfano!"

"Hah… On behalf of all my comrades that met harm, I thank you!" Xena covered the boxes and sighed. The two other priests also thanked him happily.

During the Pirates' Tide, the God of Murder had dispatched his subordinates to assassinate those of godly duties without regard. This had resulted in massive losses on the gods' end. The churches that the three priests in front of Leylin represented were also included in the scope of the attacks, so it could be said that they had a feud with these two people.

The fact that Leylin had given them these two heads as gifts made them rather pleased.

"Well then… What does Lord Leylin wish to speak about?" The priest that had come in the bishop of the God of Knowledge's stead was one that looked like an elderly scholar. The man called Salilus questioned Leylin with an intelligent glint in his eyes. After hearing his words, Xena and Avdonia focused on Leylin.

"Actually, these two heads were surprises that I obtained when exterminating the notorious Barbarians…" Leylin explained slightly.

"The Barbarians? You mean the culprit that started the Pirates' Tide causing heavy casualties in the outer seas? They've been wiped out?" Xena was rather surprised, while Leylin snickered inside.

By defaming the Barbarians over the long term, especially with the king's announcement, the Barbarians were now complete criminals. There was no way to absolve themselves of this reputation.

"Mm. They weren't just pirates, they were connected with the God of Murder's church!" Leylin declared, which then earned him flattery reserved for young heroes from Salilus.

"But…" When Leylin continued however, his tone completely changed, which made the three priests aware that Leylin was about to come to the main point.

"I believe that the outer seas as they are right now are in urgent need of a purge of faith in evil gods. This applies especially to those pirates and natives…" Leylin spoke in a low voice, his true intentions now revealed.

"A purge of faith?" The three of them exchanged glances in their surprise.

"Yes, a purge!" Leylin nodded resolutely.

While he treated the outer seas as his trump card, he could not offend all of the gods. Cyric and Malar's reputations were rotten to the core, so that didn't matter, but the few churches on Faulen Island needed to be roped in to his side. They could be considered as the Faulen Family's natural allies.

As for the unlucky bishop of the God of Murder, Leylin was sorry to say that he could only be treated as just another stepping stone.

"Also… when it comes to dealing blows to the devils and demons, there are many ways we can cooperate in the future. I myself have come up with many new spell formations to detect demons and devils…" Leylin looked extremely furious.

Getting the favour of the good faction via proclaiming his wish to attack the devils and demons was a part of his plan. He could keep subduing them in the shadows to expand his strength, which made it like killing two birds with one stone.

"Oh? Please allow us to discuss this for a while…" Xena looked towards the priests beside her and answered, finding herself put in a spot.

From Leylin's actions, it was apparent that he was making a declaration to dominate the outer seas. Most importantly, with the annihilation of the Barbarians and uprooting the God of Murder's church, there now seemed to be no other opposing forces on the sea.

As those of the clergy, they would first have to consider the benefits to their churches. Everything else was secondary.

Unifying the outer sea and cracking down on faith in evil gods and devils was unquestionably beneficial for the gods they had faith in. Of course, this was only if they stood on the same side as Leylin and worked together with him.

'He has the ability to destroy the Barbarians in secret… Seems like the rumours that the Faulen Family has control over the Scarlet Tigers is true…' Xena glanced at Leylin, who was all smiles, and pondered over this.

'With huge armed fleets on the surface and a pirate group in the shadows, as well as huge trade benefits and shipping routes supporting him, it is undeniable that he shall be king of the outer seas. Rejecting his goodwill at this time is very unfavourable to the goddess' upcoming plans…'

Xena was actually very unwilling to see a single organisation becoming the dictator of the outer seas. She would rather this region be a place for free trade. However, she was currently left without choice.

The moment she infuriated a large organisation like this capable of unifying the outer seas, there would be a huge blow to trades in this region. This was also disadvantageous to the spread of faith in the Goddess of Wealth. Xena kept weighing her options.

'But… attacking the evil gods, devils and demons?' Zona shot Leylin a glance. While she had no clue what he was actually thinking, doing this meant she could tell what faction Leylin was in. At the very least, he was not on opposing ends with the Goddess of Wealth.

"In this regard… Please give me some time, my Lord. I need to discuss this with other members before I can make a decision!" While she already had a general inclination to agree, Xena still answered this way.

"The same goes for us." At the other side, Salilus and Avdonia gave the same answer.

"Of course! This is just my intent. My family also has no plans of sending out troops on a large scale as of yet…" Leylin knew that these priests needed the permissions of their churches and even gods, which was why he didn't pressure them. Whatever it was, this would be beneficial to them. He was sure that those with foresight could see this.

"As for the new detection spell and spell formations that you mentioned…" Before leaving, Zona displayed her strong interest in what Leylin had mentioned.

"Those are things I put research into and created unwittingly. They're about half a fold more effective than ancient detection techniques, and the same goes for the range!" Leylin spoke indifferently, but that only caused the priests' eyes to glint.

Demons and devils were the most hated beings in the prime material plane of the World of Gods! Altars and spells that could detect and distinguish them, especially those as effective and with as large a range as Leylin had said, were definitely the dreams of the churches.

"To be able create new spells alone… I was actually doubtful of my Lord's talent in spells, but my doubts have been set aside." The priest of the God of Knowledge, Salilus, spoke with conviction.

Even if it was the simplest distinguishing and detection spells, being able to create a whole new spell model meant that Leylin's knowledge in terms of spells had reached a very profound level. Wizards like these were more capable of reaching the realm of legendaries. This was how it was recorded in many documents. Leylin had exhibited his abilities here, and Salilus could not help but brighten up.

"Many thanks for the praise. I can discuss matters related to this more comprehensively if you wish to!" Leylin was, on the surface, still a follower of Oghma. Naturally, he had to give this bishop preferential treatment, as well as give the other two some pressure.

"Of course, of course!" Salilus nodded with his eyes wide, while the other two looked wary.

After sending the three priests away, Leylin strolled back to his room.

'There aren't anymore issues in persuading them…' he thought, 'I'll have a reason to purge the outer seas and call for help. All that's left is to make preparations…'

By purging the faith of the natives in the outer seas and stealing their soul strength, he could constantly advance, speeding up his contact with the legendary realm. In the meanwhile, he could also expunge the devils and demons. This was Leylin's main plan that would never change!

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Demon Experiment

Faulen Island, the basement of the wizard tower. Within the negative energy pool.

This was a place where wizards conducted taboo experiments, with dimensional spell formations specifically to summon demons and devils. Hence, a powerful binding formation was an essential protective measure for this place.

Researching demons and devils! Obviously, once priests or paladins found out, he would become a wanted man, a sinner that all the humans would call out.

It was a pity that most high-ranked wizards had to make use of negative energy to advance. There were few who followed some lesser-known paths. After becoming a legendary wizard, those madmen might even completely disregard the gods and brazenly go against their ban, becoming involved in the domain of arcane spells.

In the eyes of those strictly forbidden scholars, the gods were merely a group of powerful wizards. Who exactly was up there was a function of luck and one's birth.

Due to their pursuit of truth and their research, wizards often harboured thoughts of becoming treacherous, and were hated by the gods to the bone. They had then done all they could to create the Weave in order to limit the spellcasters.

Unfortunately, even with the annihilation of Netheril and the crippling of most wizards through the Weave, legendary wizards still walked the path of doubting the gods. The immense pressure they exerted caused even more vigorous backlash, which was in a way very ironic.

"A dimensional summoning spell formation? While I can only summon beings from various planes within the crystal sphere, it's still not bad…" Leylin now stood at the edge of a spell formation with various runes drawn all over it, possessing an inquiring look on his face.

After sending the three priests away, he focused entirely on research in arcane spells. He was already a rank 16 arcanist, and it was obvious that he would perform practical experiments in this area.

"There seems to be a very powerful limitation in summoning spells within the World of Gods. There are also different factions. Of course… anyone can summon demons, as long as they are controlled well after that…" Leylin murmured to himself and activated the runes on the spell formation.

"Though it's my first time using this, I guess I'll summon demons. After all, I've gotten familiar with devils, but haven't gotten the chance to observe demons myself…"

Demon summoning! As this was the first time, Leylin had not planned to summon a particularly powerful demon. However, after casting the spell, he suddenly found his spiritual force connecting with a large, deep, dark and chaotic plane.

"Is this the abyss? This power of space and chaos…" The abyss was currently known to have hundreds of layers, and most of it was definitely undiscovered.There were even rumours that the ninth level of hell had initially been part of the abyss and been separated.

With Leylin's current spiritual force, it was impossible for him to advance to far into the abyss, even with spells and spell formations supporting him. He could only tour the surface layers.

"Mm! There's a confusing and chaotic soul aura here, but it feels infinitely tiny. This should be a type of abyssal worm. That's too weak… But then this one is too powerful. I think it's approaching the rank of legendary. Everything is so different… I give up…"

With his fine spiritual force control, Leylin had more choices than other wizards. Finally, after a generally searching the area, he found his target, "A powerful soul aura and a strength that isn't too strong or too weak. It's you! Summon!"

The planar coordinates locked onto the target, and Leylin saw a teleportation gate opening. A strange, terrifying demon was teleported over.

Kukaka!* What entered Leylin's sights was a huge demon that looked more like a bald eagle on two legs. It was completely naked and had large wings on its back, the disgusting red chicken skin evident. Its human arms were tipped by incredibly sharp claws.

It did not hesitate to attack once it saw Leylin. The bloodlust, chaos and insanity within the soul caused his eyes to widen slightly.

"This should be a Vrock! While evolved from abyssal worms, it should be considered a mid-ranked demon! On top of that… this amount of chaos and level of attack… Hmph!"

Leylin huffed, the binding spell formation he had prepared beforehand flickered with dazzling light. Tens of lightning rays formed a huge prison. The Vrock's talons clashed with the electricity, and it immediately caused a huge sound. Large amounts of black flames began to blaze within, causing even the Vrock to retreat pitifully. There was finally some fear in its eyes.

"This guy only knows to be tough on the weak but is afraid when treated harshly!" Leylin shook his head, his right index finger pressing on his temple, "A.I. Chip, scan it and gather data!"

[Beep! Mission established. Beginning scan.] The A.I. Chip loyally carried out Leylin's commands. Soon enough, a 3D scan appeared in front of Leylin, detailing its stats.

[Name unknown. Race: Vrock (Tanar'ri) Strength: 16 Agility: 17 Vitality: 15 Spirit: 13 Feats: 1. Demon Skin 2. Flight 3. Corrosive Aura 4. Ability similar to magic. Description: This is a mid-rank demon. There is chaos and evil of the abyss in its very soul. Unless its mind is controlled, one will definitely be met with a powerful counterattack.]

'It's the model of a high-ranked professional, and its stats in all areas surpass them!' Leylin evaluated dully, and then saw its faction lights and soul temperament. 'What kind of insane and chaotic soul is this! It even has such an evil feeling…'

It had to be said that while he'd heard of this before, actually meeting one had Leylin losing completely hope in demons.

"They're just a bunch of evil lunatics with power in their hands!" After seeing its temperament, Leylin finally understood why the demons kept losing in the bloody battles with devils. While they were all evil existences, these beings that hid within chaos were just unworthy of his attention.

"The chaotic temperament from the abyss? Where is this coming from?" Leylin had a searching look in his eyes. He observed the Vrock trapped by the binding formation, the intense gaze causing even the insane demon to feel some fear.

"I don't have much time, but I do have patience for my first specimen!" Leylin had an apathetic expression as a small, silver surgical knife and other tools suddenly appeared in his hands.

……

"While the flesh itself is filled with a filthy power of chaos, the temperament of demons seems to be rooted in the soul itself…" The laboratory was now completely empty, and there were only bloodstained bits of bone left here. Some creature's last wails seemed to linger in the area, filling the place with a frightening aura.

However, this did not affect Leylin at all. After washing away the blood and dirt on his hands, he focused on studying the potion in the test tube he held. A dark red liquid could be seen in the test tube, a dark light within shining with varying amounts of intensity as he shook the tube. It seemed evil and frightening.

'This is the potion that was made from extracting the demon's energy. A.I. Chip!' Leylin's eyes twinkled as he ordered.

[Beep! Item Name: Middle Demon Potion. Effect: Raises vitality and strength of all beings below 10 points by 1 point. For those with these stats below 15 points, vitality and strength increases by 0.5. Ineffective for all professionals above rank 15. Description: This is a potion with powerful demonic energy. Drink it if strength is desired, although be fearless of the corruption to your soul. You might fall to the abyss forever.]

"Not a bad result. What a pity…" Leylin sighed. While this potion was pretty good at boosting his underlings' strength, the demonic corruption that would result was a huge issue. If he wanted to continue working in the prime material plane, then his underlings could not be a group of demons!

However, his underlings could not be too weak either. He was preparing to nurture talents for the church he would build.

"What a bother! While I'm unafraid of such corruption, it won't be the same for others…" Leylin muttered, "I need to adjust the soul to remove the corruption, which would increase the costs too much. This can only be used as a reward, and not an ordinary potion to be passed down…"

'And… the abyss?' Leylin stroked his chin, recalling that mighty surge of chaos he had felt before.

'Chaos is a rather powerful law. After grasping it, I might even be able to command strength even more powerful than greater gods and work together with the abyss. Unfortunately, it doesn't suit me at all… I should head to the abyss and hell after becoming legendary to take a look.'

With Leylin's abilities, the abyss and hell were good choices to reincarnate in. However, Leylin had pondered over this and then given up. Compared to the prime material plane, these two areas were far too dangerous. There were battles everywhere and basically no peace whatsoever.

Right after reincarnating, Leylin would be at his weakest. How could he gamble on this?

"Even if I wanted to try my luck, would I, an invader, still be cared for by the World Will?" Leylin had a feeling that even while the World Will was in a deep sleep, its malicious intent towards Magi would not disappear so easily.

However, with his law of devouring, he would certainly be able to let his talents shine if he were to enter the abyss and hell. Leylin had no hesitations when it came to that!

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Mid-rank Perfect Body

Within a dim room. Powerful golden divine force was raging like stormy waves as it gushed out of a small statue. It was then absorbed by a huge black vortex in mid-air. Completely transformed, a pure energy gathered at the body of a quiet figure sitting there.

Powerful divine force condensed to form a faint figure of light, a thread of divinity sparkling as it emerged.

'The analysis of divine force has slowly given me information over divinity…' Leylin pondered over this. In the eyes of Magi, this so-called godhood was merely an elementary understanding of the power of laws.

A true god had comprehended one law completely. From there, one would ignite their godfire to join the ranks of the other true gods, a process improving comprehension of laws as they grasped them.

"But… The World of Gods has unique rules of their own. With the power of faith, comprehension of the laws can be hastened. The power of laws possessed after becoming a true god can also be boosted through faith. With the comprehension of laws as the core, one can rob or present this divinity that comes from faith…"

It was extremely difficult for the inhabitants of the World of Gods to surpass the limitations on their own bodies and obtain divinity. Unless one was lucky enough to get into the good graces of the gods or pick up a divine weapon with divinity hidden inside, this was basically impossible.

However, having already grasped the true essence of laws, Magi didn't find it too difficult to create divinity as long as they had enough materials.

'Honestly speaking, divine force is actually the material to form divinity. It takes other gods too much energy to transform it, to the point that they're unwilling to do so…' Leylin studied the statue in his hands. The divine force within was almost completely depleted.

"Even with all the divine force stored inside being able to raise the my average stats, I still can't form any real divinity…" Leylin muttered to himself. After absorbing all the divine force within the statue, his strength had improved just a bit. He now had a better understanding of Cyric's godly duties and domain, but he still could not condense divinity. This was not an issue in technique, but just that there weren't enough pure ingredients.

By his estimation, he would require all the divine force from a god's avatar to condense the divinity he needed.

"Eliminating an avatar?" Leylin stroked his chin, beginning to ponder over the feasibility of this matter.

It wasn't possible for a god to descend on the prime material plane in their true body. Their personifications were at most high-ranked legendaries and saints, about as strong as rank 5 or 6 Magi. They would also lose their holiness, and could therefore be killed.

Of course, even the avatar wasn't someone Leylin could deal with easily.

'I completely understand Cyric's divine force…' Leylin reflected, 'With multiple domains like murder, massacres, conspiracies, and death, he has entered the ranks of the greater gods. An avatar from him would be the cream of the crop…'

In Leylin's eyes, however, of all of Cyric's laws, the only ones Leylin found worthy were those of massacre and death. These two domains were very formidable, and they were what Cyric had relied on to enter the ranks of the greater gods.

It would take a tremendous amount of divine force to condense a divinity in these domains.

'Even if he's gone insane, this is still far too difficult… I should change my target…'

Ever since Leylin had started out here, he had only offended two gods; the God of the Hunt, Malar, and the God of Murder, Cyric. This had naturally been done after some pondering. As the path he had chosen caused conflict with these two gods, becoming hostile was obvious.

'Malar is only a lesser god, and his avatar would be easier to deal with. I don't want anything to do with his domain of hunting, but it won't be hard to transform it into a divinity in massacres…'

Only middle gods and above in the World of Gods could transform divinity between similar fields. However, any rank 8 Magus could do so This was the result of differences in comprehending laws.

With Leylin's temperament, those benevolent and honest roles meant nothing to him. Not only was his soul unsuitable for that, it would also pollute his path to becoming a rank 8 Magus. Hence, he had few choices.

With research on ancient Magi like Distorted Shadow, he now had a better understanding of his own path.

'My path is definitely inclined towards 'evil' for this world. Will I completely walk the path of a rebel?' Leylin stroked his chin, 'Based on the novels from my previous world, rebels never lead good lives. That's rather… interesting…'

'But… the power of devils will definitely gives rise to massacres and death. That's rather fitting…' The corner of Leylin's lips suddenly turned up in an evil smile.

He did not fear sin on his path to eternity, nor did he mind grasping evil laws.

Boom!* At this moment, the miniature statue in his hands exploded. His continued absorption over this period of time had completely exhausted the divine force within.

"Is it depleted already?" Leylin closed his eyes. The cells all over his body greedily absorbed this pure energy that had been transformed, and there was even a huge improvement on a genetic level. At this moment, the A.I. Chip's robotic voice sounded.

[Beep! Host has absorbed pure energy. Effect similar to eternal grace from the god. Strength 1, Agility 2, Vitality 1, Spirit 1.] [Host's spiritual force has broken through, rank increasing. Host is now a rank 17 arcanist. Arcane Energy 10.] [Obtained spell slots: rank 8(1), rank 7(1), rank 6(1), rank 5(1)]

All his stats had now exceeded 15. Power erupted in Leylin's body, and it felt as if every cell was dancing in elation as if they had broken through their shackles.

[Beep! Host's stats have all reached 15. Feat Elementary Perfect Body has become Middle Perfect Body.] The A.I. Chip's prompt continued to show.

Afterwards, the explanation of the Perfect Body feat was refreshed. [Middle Perfect Body. Host's genes have been optimised. Characteristics of exemplary beings has been strengthened, and host has obtained mid-rank resistance to toxins, fire, cold, and corrosion. Endurance in varying environments has been increased by large degree.]

Leylin's stats changed. [Leylin Faulen. Age: 22. Race: Human, Rank 17 Arcanist. Strength: 15. Agility: 15. Vitality: 15. Spirit: 17. Arcane Energy: 170 Status: Healthy. Feats: Sturdy, Erudite, Middle Perfect Body. Specialties: Arcane Energy Detection, Arcane Amplification.] [Spell slots possessed: rank 8(1), rank 7(3), rank 6(6), rank 5(???), rank 4(???), rank 3(???), rank 2(???), rank 1(???), rank 0(???)] [Analysis of Weave: Level 0: 100%, Level 1: 100%, Level 2: 100%, Level 3: 100%, Level 4: 100%, Level 5: 100%, Level 6: 53.33%, Level 7: 34.97%. Level 8: 0.11%.]

'So all of the divine force and demon potions recently have allowed me to rise to this point?' Leylin nodded, looking satisfied.

The rise in his arcanist ranking allowed him to reduce the consumption needed for arcane spells. Besides for rank 9 arcane spells, he would not need to pay any price at all. The rise in his wizard ranking also allowed him obtain a rank 8 spell slot, which was pretty good.

"And then… Middle Perfect Body?"

Leylin wondered about this. The advancement in his perfect body meant he was transforming into a higher-grade lifeform. Once he became a legendary, he would probably have a Greater Perfect Body or even Legendary Perfect Body as his feat.

"Even those old legends must have endured long periods of training to improve their stats, allowing them to possess a Legendary Perfect Body. However, at the rate that I'm improving, my feat with the Perfect Body alone after becoming a legendary would allow me to catch up to the Legends who have been amassing strength for so long…"

"Also, a powerful vessel would allow me to make preparations to take on more power!" Leylin had a feeling that once his Perfect Body reached the legendary domain, there would be huge advantages to absorbing divinity and even igniting his godfire to become a god.

"Whether it's the remaining evil organisations in the outer seas or dealing with the God of Murder, all this would require me harnessing great power…" The Faulen Family might have become a king of the outer seas, but lacked the power to completely control the situation!

Only by quickly becoming a legendary could he fearlessly take on the attack from the God of Murder's church, and therefore make the outer seas a solid foundation for him to become a god.

"My speed of advancement is already very fast. If I want to continue, the only method would be making use of the faith of the natives in the outer seas…"

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Agreement

Leylin's progress slowed once he became a rank 17 arcanist. He performed experiments on negative energy and other planes everyday within his wizard tower, and occasionally taught some apprentices. He led a leisurely life.

As he possessed crucial techniques and strength, he was not in the least bit anxious. And just as he expected, others could no longer hold themselves back.

"Lord Baron… Were you really the one to create these three spells? Detect Demon, Detect Domain, and Sense Devil?"

Xena did not seem to be in the best mental state. There were dark bags under her beautiful eyes, and it was apparent that she hadn't had a good rest in a long time. For her, this was something unthinkable.

"Yes!" Leylin answered with a smile, and he then saw Xena's eyes that were full of shock and astonishment that she could not hide.

"The many gods will definitely notice your contributions to the World of Gods!" After obtaining an affirmation, Xena immediately guaranteed.

This was because Leylin's invention was far too astounding.

Even if the paladins had spells like Detect Evil, its categories and scope were far too narrow. After personal testing, Xena found that the spell models that Leylin provided far exceeded the detection methods from before, whether in terms of accuracy or scope.

The effect it would have on the operation of dealing with demons and devils was obvious.

Xena's eyes were now full of fervor as she watched Leylin. If she could offer up these techniques to her goddess' church, she might even have the confidence to compete the next 'Holy Coin' church election!

"I've always had zero tolerance for evil organisations!" Leylin's experiment showed how 'righteous' he was, but he was snorting away inside.

He himself was half an Archdevil, so making a few techniques to detect devils was far too easy. Having met a high-ranked person from their faction, being betrayed and sold out was just the devils and demons being down on their luck.

With this, Leylin could also show his resolution in his faction.

Of course, as the person who created these detection techniques, Leylin had long since come up with their respective defences and counter spells. Of course, he had given all those to his own devil underlings.

'It's wonderful to use another's strength to eliminate your enemies…' Leylin assessed to himself, 'If these spells grow widespread, then all the devils and demons hiding in the mainland will face heavy losses. It'll be a chance for my worshippers of gluttony…'

Thankfully, Xena had no idea of what Leylin was thinking, or else she'd definitely attack him.

"But I can only sell the spell scrolls and alchemic items related to this to you. The basic spell model has to be kept a secret. At the moment, I will only be selling them to you three and your churches," Leylin's next words caused Xena's expression to change.

"After all… my Faulen Family is merely a small power that's unable to go against the devil and demon forces of the whole continent. You wouldn't wish for our Faulen Family to be massacred by violent devils and demons, would you?" Leylin watched Xena, looking helpless. While this Gold Bishop's expression changed, she still had no choice but to acknowledge this.

Even Xena had no confidence to say that the church of wealth would definitely protect the Faulen Family, because this was impossible.

Those devils and demons definitely did not care for the Goddess of Wealth.

"Mm, alright. You will also need to swear that you will never leak news that I am the seller!" Leylin spoke seriously. While dealing blows to devils and demons was good, he did not want to invite trouble. This was why it was necessary to take all these steps as well.

Most importantly, there was a limit to the spell scrolls and alchemic items that he was selling, so that the effect could be regulated. With the ability of Magi and arcanists to seal things, Leylin was confident that he could press this advantage for over a century. Even a legendary wizard would not be able to decrypt his spell models.

In addition, with his 'pitiful' speed, there was a limit to the spell scrolls he could make. Part of the time was also needed to be spent on research. Hence, the actual damage to the demons was rather slight.

Based on his speculations, being able to wipe them out of the Dambrath Kingdom within a decade was something very amazing.

This would prevent certain powerful demons and devils from being driven to action in their desperation. With such a long period of time, they would have the time to come up with plans and deal with it.

By selling this stuff, he could also rope in the three churches. He'd already considered the possibility of them joining hands to pressure him. Firstly, the three of them were in the lawful good faction, and would never use sinister methods. With their three gods controlling each other, he would also have the chance to benefit from them all.

Only a legendary, with decisive power in the prime material plane, would be a sufficient foundation to protect the interests and safety of his organisation.

"… I understand… After this, I'll contact the other two churches." Xena gave Leylin a look, having thought of many things in that instance, "Our church of wealth is very much in favour of the Faulen Family expanding in the outer seas!"

"Thank you very much! Oh, I've already prepared the specific spell scrolls. The price is ten thousand gold kro, so please come and get it anytime!" Leylin smiled winningly like an unscrupulous businessman. The church of wealth had money after all, and who was he to say no to that? They were more than capable of paying for this.

……

After the exchange of benefits and agreement, the Faulen Family's inclination of unifying the outer seas was unstoppable. They'd already subdued other, smaller nobles, so they met no opposition on that front. The rest were like Marquis Tim of the Gold Thornblossoms, too afraid to oppose this.

After seeing the three churches standing by the Faulen Family, he was already scared shitless. Tim knew how ruthless Leylin was. He had dared massacred the Baltic archipelago, and after gaining support from the churches he was fearless. If Tim had the courage to fight back, he would end up in an even worse state than the old Marquis. He was a smart man, and obviously made the right choice.

In that moment, the outer seas belonged to the Faulen Family's to do as they wished. Only the ships that had the family's flags could move around in the outer seas uninhibited.

Recently, there were even rumours that Tim and his band of nobles were planning to petition to the Dambrath King to consider the Faulen Family's expansion and 'outstanding contributions', in hopes to raise Leylin's feudal rank and give him more land.

With all the troubles on the surface dealt with, Leylin focused his attentions on what was going on in the shadows.

"There are actually only two forces in the dark world of the Dambrath outer seas. One is the evil force with the pirates in power, but with the annihilation of the Barbarians, they now pose no threat. The other is the native islands with their faith in evil gods…"

Using a conjured water mirror, Leylin was now deep in a frank conversation with his cousin Isabel.

She had already completely taken over Pirates' Cove and turned it into the Scarlet Tigers' base. It could be said that the fall of Pirates' Cove meant that the outer seas' pirate world had been unified. There would no longer be any forces on the sea that could match the Scarlet Tigers.

"Also… The native tribes' belief in the evil gods is something very troublesome. They are rather ignorant, greedy, and savage, and believe in natural spirits. They rely on beings with great might to shelter them, and become a huge threat to passing ships…"

As the noble child of a merchant of the seas, Leylin had long since gotten a deep understanding of these native tribes. Even if the Dambrath Kingdom had entered an age of discovery in the seas and gone through generations of migration, there were still few 'civilised people' in the outer seas than natives.

It was said that further into the deep seas, there was a large continent where an empire built by the natives existed!

Hence, in order to completely unify the outer seas, he could not let go of these natives' tribes, especially since they had natural spirits that had formed after hundreds or even a thousand years worth of offerings.

These primitive totems had, with years of faith from the natives, obtained immense strength. Possessing divinity or even igniting divine flames was nothing special from them.

"I hope you can head the elimination of the native tribes in the outer seas, in the regions that we know of." Leylin spoke to Isabel through the communicator.

He now somewhat had a group of underlings with reasonable strength, and there were some things he did not have to do himself. In that sense, he'd turned from a pawn into the player.

In order to truly leap out of the chessboard, he'd at least need legendary strength. To take part in the games of the gods, he would need to be a member!

"Make records of all the natural spirits and totems with legendary strength and above, and also the native tribes that believe in the Goddess of the Ocean. Let them off temporarily." Leylin had consistently been taking advantage of the weaker ones and afraid to go head on with the powerful. Nothing changed here.

"I understand!" As a senior pirate, Isabel knew full well the terror that the Ocean Goddess could inflict. There were many amongst her own men that followed her. Once she was provoked in the ocean, then one would only be engulfed by boundless storms.

Isabel could even imagine that once she ordered those pirates to attack the Ocean Goddess' church or altar, those pieces of trash would collapse in their fear.

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Mishap

"First ensure the safety of the shipping routes. If there are those you can't deal with, make a record of them and leave them to me!" Leylin went through things to take note of and then ended the communication.

"With the expansion of the outer seas, there should still be many left even after eliminating those too powerful or with powerful backings." Leylin's eyes glinted with wit, immediately recalling the barbarian altar from before.

"I don't need that many. As long as I find around 10 of the natives' sacrificial areas like that of the barbarian tribe, the accumulated energy should be enough for me to advance and even get close to the realm of legendaries…"

Leylin willed it, and the outer seas immediately grew lively. With the Scarlet Tigers taking the lead, numerous pirates yelled out as they swept through the native islands close to important shipping routes.

Besides those with powerful backers or the protection of powerful beings, basically all the native tribes were purged. Most of the adult males in these tribes were killed, while the rest were turned into slaves.

With abundant supplies, the price of native slaves in the outer seas fell steeply by 50%, causing many slave traders to go bankrupt. Of course, in this whole disturbance, the Faulen Family made use of prompt news and abundant resources to gulp down much of the share in the sales of the slaves.

With such a storm, the little businesses could only be crowded out. The true big shots would use these methods to massacre the market and remove all competitors in their way. They could then monopolise the market.

Leylin could be said to be very familiar with this. With the war, all sorts of loot and slaves were shipped to the Faulen Island. There were even totems and ritual items for evil gods here, which actually helped Leylin to learn a great deal.

Within these items were some form of power of faith. Leylin found this useful. Through these years of hard work, the power he held gradually took shape. He need not bother himself with many things, because his underlings would take the initiative and do everything well.

This was the advantage of being the master of a large organisation.

'No wonder even gods would create churches and work hard to operate them. While they look like saints, the intent behind it is rather similar…' Leylin found that he now had a better understanding of the methods of the gods. Afterwards, however, something snapped him out of his thoughts.

Ka-cha! Ka-cha!* The faint sounds of shattering could be heard from Leylin's shirt tail, causing his expression to change.

Leylin reached down and came up with several fragments from a crescent shape ruin. This was supposed to be a complete crystal, but had now shattered into numerous tiny pieces. The luster on it dimmed in an instant.

"Is there trouble?" Leylin's eyes did not waver as he mumbled. This was a communication rune he had made especially for his cousin, which could bypass most spatial separation.

This sudden alert meant that Isabel had met with a very problematic issue on the outer seas. She had no choice but to cut off all communications, a desperate step.

"Send down the message that I'll be leaving for a period of time" Leylin told the tower genie dully. The intellectual core quickly understood Leylin and carried out his order. Ernest headed to his drawing room directly.

"Why are you leaving now? Don't you know that our experiment has reached a crucial stage? Oh! Also, the trade of your family is the best it can be! Poor Leon needs to calculate bills all the way till deep in the night everyday…" Ernest spoke, as if blaming Leylin.

"We can set the experiment aside. Anyway, those gem kelp that we were observing need another two years until they have fully matured. There's also nothing to worry about with the family business. If anything happens, look for my father, Baron Jonas. The churches will also help you as much as they can!"

Leylin rolled his shoulders back.

"Fine… Seems like you've made up your mind. Can you tell me why?" Ernest looked curious, "Let me guess… it's… for a woman? Am I right? Only beautiful girls could make someone of your age more boyish…"

"What do you mean by 'more boyish'?" Leylin stared at him, speechless.

He was most worried about the Scarlet TIgers that he'd established suffering a huge blow. The safety of his cousin Isabel was also of utmost importance. Of course, she was a beautiful woman, but this had nothing to do with what Ernest was talking about.

"Oh, teenagers… don't worry… I'll explain to your father!" Ernest winked suggestively at Leylin, a suspicious look on his face.

"Fine, fine." Leylin shook his head and walked out. He had a feeling that Master Ernest must have noticed something, and everything he was doing was on purpose!

……

At the same time, a blazing fireball was launched from the Red Dragon Sword. In that instant, all the thorny vines wiggling in the air were burnt to ashes.

"It's the seventeenth time!" Isabel huffed, though her gaze was still strong, "Everyone, retreat to the cave. Quick!"

Red Dragon Transformation! Dragon Breath! Following that, Isabel unhesitatingly activated her bloodline force and turned into a half-dragon with fiery-red scales and a pair of large wings extending from her back.

The heated conical flames formed a triangular blank space. A few natives who could not evade in time were struck by the flames, and became huge chunks of ashes.

"Damn it, there's something wrong with this tribe!" As she guided the surviving men into the cave, Isabel cursed and grabbed a black rock by the side of the cave.

This operation had started swimmingly. The tribe they were going to wipe out did not have the protection of true gods like the Goddess of the Ocean. There were also no legendary natural spirits and totems here, so they were rather weak.

However, just as Isabel prepared to destroy the huge tribe in one go and make all of them slaves, a series of unthinkable things happened.

This tribe actually had relations with the rumoured native empire, and they had coincidentally met with their support forces! At the thought of the unpredictable killings in the forest, Isabel turned glum.

The black rock in her hand produced noises before ultimately shattering, turning into fragments of lime and sprinkling everywhere.

Such a violent scene immediately caused the pirates to shrink back, afraid that her palm would arrive at their heads next.

This was the most solid greenstone! Through the polishing and corrosion of an unceasing water flow, it had grown lustrous and hard. It felt indestructible, but it was like white bread in her hands.

"Pfft, a bunch of cowards!" Isabel disdainfully turned back. With her remodelling as a bloodline Warlock and the fusion with the legendary dragon's blood, her power was increasing by the day.

By using the Dragon King's Mystic Might meditation technique, Isabel could sense her strength was increasing. It was as if a dragon resided in her body! If not for her underlings dragging her down, she would find it easy to break out of here alone.

"The signal has already been sent out. Hmph! Once Leylin's here, I'm going to burn these disgusting monkeys to death!" The sword in Isabel's hand glimmered with light. Crimson qi immediately destroyed numerous tropical trees, revealing the elite native warriors and their summoned creatures.

They were now in a gigantic tropical rainforest, and there were native tribal warriors everywhere. What attracted Isabel's attention the most were actually the elite warriors from the empire.

'Based on their dialect, the reinforcements are the Forest Hunters and Amazon Warriors?' Isabel recalled the information she had obtained before.

The system of Professionals in the World of Gods was huge. Besides the most common warriors, thieves, and so on, there were countless other hidden professions, such as the arcanists.

There could even be systems of power from the dark era in remote regions.

The native empire had their own system of professions, which Isabel thought to be a normal occurrence.

'I just don't know if there are gods in the empire of natives.' Isabel suddenly considered this. While they were base and lazy, and the power of faith they offered less pure than even that of regular people, the amount was still pretty good.

If they could find a new continent with the native empire with no gods, then even a god would go green in envy!

Rustle!* The natives that had been scared off by Isabel's attack shrank back, while Isabel looked on every corner of the battlefield. A slender figure soon appeared behind a broad-leaved tree.

"How is it, Karen? Have you found their commander?" Isabel asked without hesitation.

"No!" This was the pirates' scouting captain, the half-drow Karen. She was shaking her head regretfully, "The leader is very vigilant and seems to have great anti-detection abilities. I can't find their core…"

"Damn it! We can only wait for reinforcements…" Isabel sighed. She began to feel deeply uncomfortable at the thought of being unable to complete Leylin's mission, though she couldn't quite tell why.

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Trap

Numerous elite natives formed a heavily-guarded defensive line within the tropical rainforest. Behind them were several crudely constructed tents.

Based on the traditions of the natives, these tents were adorned with colourful feathered decorations on the surface, as well as some runes smeared on with fresh blood.

"Has Special Envoy Agigikro caught them yet?" asked a native who was evidently their leader. He wore a large golden crown on his head, but looked rather slender, almost bony; it was a stark difference. This man was currently watching another white-browed native.

This native called Agigikro had evidently experienced much over many years. His eyes showed his wisdom, and he was half a head taller than the leader, which showed that he had been raised in a more nourishing environment.

"They are very powerful followers of another religion. The elite Forest Hunters and Amazon Warriors that I brought couldn't even take a blow from that monster in human form! To force them to come here, I've already lost 27 elite warriors…"

Agigikro was evidently not this leader's subordinate, and his tone made him sound like they were on equal terms.

"Also… I've only come here to accept offerings to the empire and had no intentions of taking part in this!"

After seeing that this envoy was beginning to get mad, the native chief grew restless, "But… With these outsiders and those of another religion around, my island is now getting increasingly unsafe. My people are losing their lands. If you weren't here, I might have chosen to abandon this place and find a land that those blue-eyed ones can't see…"

Seeing that his complaints and chattering did nothing to convince Agigikro and only made him more enraged, the head wrung his hands and looked to be in pain, "Fine… Fine… To thank you for your help, my friend, I can offer you some things privately. They're all…"

After hearing a whole bunch of promises, Agigikro's frown smoothed out. The islands around this place weren't much to those from the natives' continent. However, this one place was different. This chief in front of him was the only way they could procure the specialties of this place, and they were very precious in the empire.

If not, Agigikro wouldn't be so kind hearted as to help him fight off the invaders.

'Perhaps… I should find a chance to beat the method they get their tributes from out of them…' Agigikro looked towards the head, eyes glinting with a chilly gaze like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows.

While this was a mere glance, the head was already beginning to get uncomfortable, "Well then, about those invaders… What do you say?"

"Them?" Agigikro froze, and then looked furious. "Those who have the gall to kill so many of my men will never be let off easily. I'm going to skin off their scalps and use their bones as musical instruments, eternally hung in front of the doorframe to my house.

"But… They seem to be powerful beings who've grasped evil strength. If we go in with dull strength, we'll also have casualties. On top of that, the terrain is hindering us… Hence, I believe we can push the timing to attack them back. What do you think about tomorrow night?"

Agigikro's eyes were filled with a sneaky luster.

"Tomorrow… Night? You mean—" After hearing this, the head's eyes brightened.

"Exactly. With that around, those of another religion can only embrace the eternity of death, no matter how many of them there are…"

At this thought, the head applauded, now in a better mood. The tent was pulled open soundlessly, and then a group of girls with different-coloured fruit plates balanced on their heads flitted in like butterflies. They had eyes like black pearls, and their lips were extremely charming. Every part of their bodies held vitality that only youth possessed.

The maids respectfully put the fruit plates down. There were all sorts of precious tropical fruits within, while the plates themselves also emitted a charming golden light. They were made of pure gold.

"Envoy, there's still much time till tomorrow. How about you take a look at what we have planned here?"

The head smiled and he clapped. A group of musicians began to play elegant tunes, and the girls began to dance gracefully. The provocative dance had a unique beauty to it, and in that moment the tent began to undulate with youth.

Agigikro stared hard at one of the dancer girls, who was the most beautiful, and he began to peel a grape while looking intoxicated. The head, who was watching, snickered inside. On the surface, he looked ready to flatter the envoy more.

……

While the natives danced to show happiness and prosperity, Leylin had secretly arrived at Pirates' Cove. This place had now turned into the Scarlet Tigers' main base, and any barbarians or organisations related to the church of murder had been uprooted.

The Scarlet Tigers had conducted a purge after occupying this place. Powerful ammunition had exploded on half of the dock; blood still stained the port from that day.

However, pirates lived like locusts. The scattered pirates reappeared after the purge of war, like bamboo shoots in the rain. The bars and dancing halls were open the whole night, and the place seemed dazzling and prosperous.

This motivated more sailors to turn to the path of piracy. While most were killed, the lucky ones who survived did strike it rich and turned into a new legend. This encouraged generation after generation of pirates.

"My Lord!" Now, in the core residence of Pirates' Cove, Ronald and Robin Hood's foreheads were dripping cold sweat as they watched the young noble in front of them.

While Leylin had not released his aura, the pressure he gave them was enough for them to feel like they were in front of a dragon. In this situation where Miss Isabel was heavily surrounded, it didn't matter if this was an error on their end, but they knew they could be hanged for this.

Knowing how terrifying Leylin could be, the thought of fleeing did not even rise in their minds. They could only keep praying that Leylin could show them some benevolence.

"I took a look when I came. The construction of the harbour went well. Robin Hood, you've put in much effort!"

Unexpectedly, Leylin did not begin to reprimand them first thing. His approval immediately had Robin Hood feeling slightly better, "Many thanks, young master! I only did what I had to do the best of my abilities!"

"And you, Ronald!" Leylin then glanced at the middle-aged pirate next to him.

Through years of experience, this subordinate that he had recruited now had the aura of someone at the top. His strength had also grown by a large amount, as was expected of a seedling that Leylin had chosen himself.

"My Lord!" Robin Hood went down on a half-kneel, "I am in charge of the sea routes. No matter what happened, I am partially responsible for this. Please forgive me!"

Much time hadn't passed since the establishment of the Scarlet Tigers, but a few groups and factions had already formed. While most were under Leylin and Isabel, there were still others.

Compared to a general like Robin Hood who had come straight from the garrison, Ronald who had entered midway lacked confidence. Of course, this might also have to do with Leylin having too much power.

"Since this has happened, I'm not going to put the blame on anyone. I just hope we can solve it as soon as possible…" Leylin waved his arms. He'd already had some expectation that this might happen. However, as long as there were people around, the losses could be quickly replenished, which was not an issue.

"I've looked through the records in the meeting, and you aren't in the wrong. You have no need to worry about it…" This was the main point. Otherwise, Ronald might not even be able to walk out of this room.

"My lord…" A warmth surged in Ronald's heart, and his chest felt stuffy, yet he could not say anything.

"Enough. Who are you putting this show for?"

Leylin stopped Ronald and then spread out a huge sea map on the table. This was the most complete map of the areas the Scarlet Tigers' had gathered. There were also some areas added in that had been explored by the Barbarians or other pirate groups. At a glance, the entire Dambrath outer seas could be seen vividly in his mind. This was a priceless treasure.

"Come, Ronald. Mark the route that Isabel has taken this time!" Leylin took a vernier caliper and moved it around, and then passed a red marker to Ronald.

"Yes, my lord!" Ronald took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Meanwhile, after recalling some memories, he drew a crooked red line on the map.

"As most of the outer sea native tribes have been wiped out, Lord Isabel's hunting targets are now closer to the deep sea… In the previous sail, we communicated. Things had been normal up till this point!"

"The red coral sea? That's rather close to the outer regions…" Leylin glanced at the area Ronald had marked out on the map.

The red marking was the most southern part of the map, and extremely close to the boundaries of the outer seas. With a few days of sailing, she could sail away from the scope on the map.

"My cousin… I already reminded her not to go too far…"

Leylin sighed as he shook his head, "There are far too many native tribes in the south, and things are complicated. There are even rumours of the native empire there. She was trying to wipe them out with just one pirate fleet… sigh…"

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Ritual

"Ready a ship and men. I'm going to leave immediately!" Since he had confirmed the location, Leylin would obviously go on a rescue mission immediately. Robin Hood and Ronald listened respectfully. Not long after, they had everything prepared…

A day later. Isabel had just met her life's largest crisis in the rainforest.

"What… what the heck is this?" A powerful draconic aura spread out, and a few black monsters were burnt to ashes.

These black monsters had a strong, dark-red fog around them. They were shaped weirdly, as if formed of soil.

Rustle… Rustle…* Even if it was burnt off by the flames, the dark red gas gathered once more to spawn more monsters/

"Damn it! They can't die?" Karen used her dagger and pierced into a monster with three human heads, one each belonging to an elderly, a middle-aged man and a youth. However, the injuries quickly recovered and even swallowed her dagger. Sensing the immense danger, Karen could only abandon her weapon and leave.

"Only powerful attack spells or the explosion of qi from a high-ranked Professional can truly hurt them!" Isabel was now in her half-dragon form. Those fog creatures quickly evaded a powerful Dragon Breath, and that finally gave the two a path to retreat.

"I never thought that there would be such strange things in the forest!" Isabel gazed at the moon on the horizon. The moonlight, which should be bright, was now stained with a layer of purplish-red and looked incomparably evil.

Things had originally been going smoothly. After withdrawing from the rainforest, the attacks and searches of the natives had weakened, and she was even considering escape routes. But the night held a huge surprise for them.

"It's like the whole forest turned into a ghost region!" Isabel looked alert. The danger here far exceeded her expectations.

"Hehe… play with me!" The forest seemed to change under the purplish-red moonlight, dark red fog filling the area. A large banyan tree twisted abruptly, and numerous vines turned into flexible arms that grabbed at Isabel. A baby's face appeared on the trunk.

"Even my dragon aura is useless? What the hell is this?" The crimson Red Dragon Sword exploded with burning qi. The conical flames from Dragon's Breath were launched unceasingly, causing the giant hands that formed webs to be ignited and fall off. This finally allowed Isabel to clear off an area to move into.

"Hehe… It doesn't hurt at all!" The large banyan tree had pulled itself out of the soil, the many roots turned into countless tendrils. Dark red fog lingered, and the vines that had been cut off and burnt regrew.

"I won't be able to hold on at this rate…" Glancing at the other side, where her subordinates were heavily injured, Isabel could not help but force a smile.

……

Many natives were gathered outside the rainforest, looking solemn. At their centre was a tremendous altar.

Twisted and evil runes, dark red in colour, were present around the altar. Blood plasma was smeared on it, and the droplets of blood that rolled downwards along the cracks of the stone made it look exceedingly terrifying.

Many of the natives now wore fancy feathers and hide. They kept chanting and praying to the altar. On the altar was the face of a young female native who seemed pure and holy. However, her eyes had lost all signs of life, and there was a large wound on her wrist.

Evidently, an extremely evil sacrifice was being done here, and the target was no known god, devil or demon.

The chief looked like a worthless person in imposing clothing to Special Envoy Agikikro. He glanced at the man and suddenly asked, "I never thought the enemy would enter this forest, that's a great help for us. I wonder if this will affect us from getting our offerings?"

"Please do not worry! Our ancestors have carried out the sacrifice numerous times. There won't be errors…" The native head could do as he pleased in his tribe, but he did not dare show any sign of negligence to the envoy of the empire. Droplets of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

"I've even invited our tribe's great priest for the sake of success. With a group of powerful followers of another religion being the sacrifices, the effects will be much better than before. The number of offerings might even be several times more than usual!"

The native head had a flattering smile in his eyes, "When the time comes, I can gift you a few extra!"

"Thank you very much then!" At the thought of the miraculous effects of the product, Agigikro immediately revealed a smile.

Meanwhile, however, scorn flashed in his mind, 'These darned swines who only roll around in the mud all day! If not for the offerings only appearing here and needing to be extracted with specific talents found in their tribe, the empire would long since have occupied this place!'

"It's beginning!" The head called out. He naturally had no idea about how the envoy of the empire was scorning them.

"Hm?" Agigikro focused on the altar.

A layer of murky dark red fog shrouded the top of the forest, breaking through some boundary with the deaths of the pirates. It began to extend towards the altar, causing the chief to look delighted as the chants increased in volume.

Dark red fog continued to spread, like a huge beast that had opened its ferocious mouth. A lot of it gathered to form a large eight-clawed spider.

"Leave this place quickly!" The great priest was the first to run upon seeing this fog spider, fast and nimble. The other priests did the same.

"Ah…" "Save– …"

A few native guards that ran a little too slowly were swallowed by the fog. Before they could even complete a sentence, they collapsed and died. Their bodies withered in an instant as if they had lost all life energy.

The fog spider grew more vivid after swallowing all this life. It came to the altar, its terrifying, ferocious, and ugly mouth making contact with the girl.

Ka-chak! Ka-chak!* With the fog spider's work, the young native girl's body made a few strange movements, like a puppet controlled with strings.

Upon noticing this, the great priest halted and that focused his attention on the altar unblinkingly, "Alright. The mighty Balulukulu has already taken in enough lives. It will no longer be dangerous."

The purplish-red moon was at its most dazzling, practically a little sun. The fog spider seemed to have met its goal, and it dove into the orifices of the native girl.

Gulu! Gulu!* The girl's flat and smooth stomach strangely began to expand, and numerous warts began to move, as if a colony of mice was living under her skin.

"It's a success!" The great priest cheered, and brought the other priests to the side of the altar. They flipped the girl over to reveal her stomach. She looked like a woman who was ten months pregnant, with a dark red tattoo in the shape of a spider on her fair back. It was like a living image, and very vivid.

"The grace of Balulukulu!" The great priest looked solemn as he took an obsidian knife from an apprentice and began some chants. After cutting his own forehead and thumb and smearing a few markings with blood, he placed the black blade at the swollen stomach of the girl. There was a cold glint in his eyes as blood spurted everywhere.

"Is this the sacrificial ceremony here? As heard from rumours, it's very unusual!" After seeing something so bloody, Agigikro could still converse with the head next to him at ease.

"Hehe… this is the best method that my ancestors found after thousands of tries!" The head now had a prideful expression on his face, "Well then, envoy! Please accept my gift!"

With the chief's nod, a priest took a golden circular plate and brought it over. On it were a few blood-red crystals the size of chicken eggs, still stained with blood and pus on the surface.

"Balulukulu's crystals!" Agigikro's eyes were fixed on the item on the plate, and he looked intoxicated.

This crystal was a specialty of the natives, only found on this island. If someone strong swallowed this, they would gain extraordinary strength provided they survived the aftereffects.

That was not all. The higher classes in the native empire had even found that burning these crystals produced a unique gas. It would give rise to an incomparable ecstasy, and was a luxurious item that the higher class enjoyed. It was extremely expensive.

"Being able to obtain this on this trip makes it worth it!" Agigikro looked impatient and nodded to a warrior to take the golden plate.

At this moment, however, an abrupt voice interrupted them.

"This really is good stuff. Can I take a look?" It was as if an invisible force pulled at things in the air. The blood-red crystals flew from the golden plate, entering the hands of a noble youth.

"Hm? Who is it? Take him down!" Having had such an important item stolen, Agigikro roared hysterically. Immediately after, many native warriors pounced forward.

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Nightmare Island

As a special envoy from the native kingdom, Agigikro had also brought a batch elite fighters with him.

This included the Forest Hunters and Amazon Warriors. They were the ones who had attacked and held Isabel as well as her underlings back, and forced them into the dangerous forest.

Now, however, a youth had suddenly broken through all these people's defences and arrived at the core circle. He was even threatening the safety of the two leaders here, so how could they not be furious and terrified?

Along with Agigikro's enraged yell, countless Forest Hunters brandished the lances in their hands and, alongside the Amazon Warriors with strange tattoos on their bodies, immediately surrounded Leylin . The sharp weapons even formed a storm that aimed to tear Leylin to shreds.

However, Leylin's expression was rather interesting. He cared little for these enemies and instead stared unblinkingly at the crystal in his hands, as if it was the only thing that mattered.

"When I got onto the island, I already had a feeling that something was off. My instincts shouldn't be wrong. This power…" Leylin's eyes glinted with wisdom.

"Kill him!" At this moment, numerous natives roared as they pounced forward.

"Die, you weaklings!" Leylin, who was immersed in studying the crystals, waved his hand in annoyance.

Arcane spell— Missile Storm! Explosive Cloudkill!

With immense penetrative force, the arcane missile ruthlessly went through the neck of an Amazon Warrior, and then opened a gaping wound on one Forest Hunter's chest.

Numerous spells were launched, giving rise to waves and waves of blood being spilt.

After the Cloudkill spell, it converged to form a black tornado that disintegrated all the natives that had fallen, and even caused the corpses to begin corroding.

In the blink of an eye, the native elite fighters surrounding Leylin turned into one corpse after another.

"How is it possible? Is– Is he a death god? Or a devil? Or demon?" Agigikro watched Leylin who was standing within the tornado, muttering in disbelief. He knew the strength of his subordinates very well.

The Amazon Warriors could use their bare hands and kill a Sawtooth Tiger, while the Forest Hunters could wrestle with pythons and alligators in the tropical rainforests. Now, however, they were falling in large numbers like grass being mowed, the speed at which they were going down far exceeding his expectations.

"Go!" "Kill them!" Now, yells were sounding from all directions. The pirates that Leylin had brought along were beginning to make their move.

"Get here!" Leylin pointed, and Agigikro as well as the native head was grabbed by a huge stone hand, pushing them till they were before Leylin.

"Agubaba… Klagila…" At this moment, Leylin saw a native smeared with oil all over his body and feathers stuck on him. Like someone having epilepsy, he began to twitch while facing him.

"A spellcaster? Is this a curse? That's so weak! This is just too weak…" He pointed lazily, and a ray of light struck the head of the great priest, white and red spilling everywhere.

Seeing the honourable great priest's body falling headlessly, all the natives completely crumbled. Leylin, who was standing in front of them, was like an enemy that they would never be able to resist. He was as omnipotent as a god in the sky.

The voices of the pirates outside gradually drew closer. In no time, Robin Hood and Ronald arrived before him.

"Boss! There are approximately a few thousand people in this tribe, but those here should be their military. They've been defeated…"

Robin Hood reported. Those who had come from Pirates' Cove could be said to be the best of the best, and there were already a thousand powerful pirates. Compared to the natives, they had an absolute advantage.

"Mm, clean things up here. Try to catch them alive if possible. I have uses for them!" Afterwards, he sized up his own prisoners and the blood-red crystal in his hand. The crystal now emanated dazzling rays that gave rise to a look of intoxication in Leylin's eyes.

'My instincts can't be wrong. This is dreamforce! While there are slight differences, this is power that belongs to Dreamscape!' From the moment Leylin had gotten onto the island, he had sensed that the native island was enveloped by a layer of strange power. After seeing the dark red fog forest and the natives' offerings, he could confirm that there was actually dreamforce here— a power that hailed from Dreamscape!

This discovery immediately aroused his interest.

"My– My lord, please forgive me. I am an envoy of the empire. You can't…" At this moment, Agigikro who was being grabbed by the large hand suddenly spoke in the language of the continent. While he stammered, Leylin could somehow understand him.

Leylin came before Agigikro, and as if seeing hope, he began to speak with as much energy he could muster, "Let me… go. I can… pay the price of ransom…"

"Seems like there really is a native empire!" Leylin's palm landed on Agigikro's forehead. "If it were me in the past, I might be very interested in this, but now… I think I'll do it myself!"

Memory Retrieval! Leylin's pupils were shrouded in white in that moment, and Agigikro looked to be incomparable pain, as if he was experiencing some torture.

"Grace of the Balulukulu? Using this as anesthesia? What a waste…"

Leylin, who moved his palm away, had a general understanding of what had transpired. Agigikro, who had experienced magic, had now turned into a drooling idiot.

"Envoy of the empire. The skills of the native races, and Nightmare Island…" Leylin arrived before the native head and did the same as before; he immediately found the information he wanted.

"So… that's what it is?" The general context appeared in front of Leylin in its entirety.

During the dusk of the gods, not only was there the invasion from the Magus World, other powerful beings they had subdued had also entered this area as retinue. Amongst which was a powerful Magus who used dreamforce!

Of course, due to the unique laws of the World of Gods and the gods being unexpectedly stronger, the Magi of laws from the Magus World met with huge losses. Even the Magus who was proficient in dreamforce had fallen here.

It might be just a part of his body or some item he brought with him in battle that fell into the prime material plane. Coincidentally, it fell onto the island, causing such a unique environment here.

The powerful radiation from high-ranked Magi could easily modify an island. When it was the night of a full moon, the forest in the island would usually see strange events. The first to notice this were the native tribes. They could not explain this occurrence at all, and could only pray as if the reason for these happenings was a godly spirit.

After tens of thousands of years of exploration and bloody, unreasonable experiments, they finally had a better understanding of the laws of dreamforce, and attempted to extract and use it for themselves.

Perhaps it was because of the contamination from staying here long-term, but only the natives in the tribe had the ability to extract the dreamforce crystals. Of course, they called this grace from Balulukulu and tried to eat them in order to gain strength.

"They say the ignorant have no fear. So true!" Leylin stared at the crystal in his hand. In his eyes, this 'refined' item was still full of many impurities. If swallowed directly, there was a 90% chance of death, while the survivors would obtain some specific ability after incitement from dreamforce. This efficiency was far too low.

"As for the ecstasy from burning the crystals? Dreamforce definitely can give people great mental joy, but that will also lead to contamination. The upper class in the native empire must be in a terrible state…" Leylin shook his head, and began to use the A.I. Chip and scan the crystals.

[Beep! Mission established. Beginning scan…] A ray of blue light shot out from Leylin's eyes, not letting off any corner of the crystal.

Soon enough, the A.I. Chip gave an answer. [Beep! Scan completed. Determined to be Dreamscape Origin Force Crystals. Similarity to that in database at 98.77%. Discovered unknown mutated composition.]

'Mutual complementation? That's not a surprise. For the World of Gods, dreamforce is the most adaptable force. Regardless of where a being is, dreamscape can exist as long as they have intelligence. Hence, there's a very high compatibility…'

Leylin observed the mutated composition chart that the A.I. Chip and sank into deep thought.

If it was some force from the Magus World, the World of Gods would definitely expel it. However, dreamforce's compatibility was rather high, and after modifying a portion, it could still live on here tenaciously.

'Just from this, it's obvious that the Magus who had control over dreamforce had attained great power and was at least rank 8. He had probably even found his own path, and was a peak rank 8 existence that had already fused laws…'

This discovery had Leylin sighing in awe. The ancient times was truly the Magus World's golden period. Any Magus was incomparably powerful.

There had been the peak rank 8 Distorted Shadow, and now he'd discovered another powerful Magus who grasped dreamforce.

'Dreamforce… is powerful. If I can tell the rhythm at which it weakens, then it's much more powerful than the average law… In addition, dreamforce can accommodate time and space, and it's very good choice!'

After all, in Dreamscape, all time and space could be warped. Using Dreamscape to sustain the power of time and space wouldn't be dangerous. For Leylin, this was like a pillow being presented to him while he was taking a nap.

'The powerful Magus who could grasp dreamforce must have known the rhythm at which dreamforce weakened and made use of it. He found a way to evade that…' Leylin's eyes twinkled.

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Fleeing

"With how powerful Magi who comprehend laws are, just a fragment should contain a portion of his conscient and memories. There might even be a chance of getting some inheritance…" Leylin muttered, "I must get that Nightmare Wizard's inheritance!"

Dreamforce had always interested Leylin. The A.I. Chip stored the progress on his work the data from his continued experiments. He'd never given up studying it.

Rank 7 Magi needed to grasp powerful laws, while rank 8s needed to find their own path to fuse these laws, using a certain power as the base.

Leylin's goal was immortality, and he had definitely considered the future properly. If possible, he definitely wanted to use the origin forces from the Magus World and World of Gods to fuse his own laws. It was a pity that this was impossible. He might alarm the two World Wills, and on top of that there were other existences that wouldn't allow him to do so.

Dreamscape was the next greatest power. It surpassed big worlds like the Purgatory and Icy Worlds, and if not for its weakening phase the two strongest worlds in ancient times would have been joined by a third.

Dreamforce at its peak was the most powerful origin force beside those of the Magus World and World of Gods. Only a path that fused laws with dreamforce would stand up to Leylin's ambition!

However, to completely analyse dreamforce and find ways to evade the weakening phase was still a huge and arduous task for him now. Even with help from the A.I. Chip, he estimated that it would require over ten thousand years.

Instead, a bright future was right before him. As long as he obtained the legacy of the Nightmare Wizard, then the issue with dreamforce could be immediately solved! With such a huge temptation, Leylin's inquiring footsteps were unhindered by the great dangers within the forest.

"Captain! We've interrogated the prisoners. Miss Isabel was forced into this forest. Every full moon, the forest will be filled with great danger, and nobody has ever survived!" Robin Hood was extremely glum, while the knife at Ronald's hip was stained with blood, his expression dark.

"I'm going in," Leylin suddenly spoke.

"Captain!" "My lord, let me go!" Robin Hood and Ronald immediately persuaded him not to. From their point of view, they had already lost Isabel to a trap, and if Leylin too were to disappear within it all that awaited them would be the ire of the Faulen Family.

"Don't worry, I'm confident in myself. Tell the pirates not to get close to the forest and the dark red fog. It's best they retreat close to the coastline…" Leylin waved his arms and spoke resolutely. He inspired more fear than even Isabel in the older Scarlet Tigers, and his orders were carried out decisively.

"Is this contamination from a combination of mutated dreamforce and the laws of the World of Gods?" Leylin put on his wizard robes and wore his dragonhide armour. The Red Dragon Staff in hand roared, and the cries of the dragon soul inside could somewhat be heard from the crystal grabbed by the dragon claw.

As he had rejected the pleas of Robin Hood and the rest, he was now alone. That meant he could use his strength as he pleased. The pirates would only have been a burden in areas contaminated with dreamforce.

"A.I. Chip, begin transformation!" Standing at the side of the forest, Leylin immediately commanded.

[Beep! Transferring Dreamscape spell model, fusing with arcane spell information. Begin creation of arcane dreamforce spell model!] The A.I. Chip loyally carried out Leylin's order.

"Arcane dreamforce spell— Eternal Light!" Leylin pointed his right index finger forward, and a milky-white flame flew from the tip of his finger. It grew with the wind, reaching the size of a pumpkin in an instant.

The dark red fog dissipated under the pure white flames, revealing the original appearance of the forest.

"A.I. Chip, scan for energy undulations!" Leylin flipped his palm over, and the shattered alert rune appeared once more. A scan gave him the general direction, and he disappeared into the thick fog.

The moment any dark red fog entered his surroundings, it would be engulfed by his Eternal Light spell. It formed a strange isolated area around him.

Leylin's decision to explore the area was naturally because he was confident in himself. He could rely on arcane dreamforce spells!

With his research in the Magus World, he possessed many spell models for dreamforce spells. Using his arcanist inheritance, he could easily convert them for use in the World of Gods. There was no issue at all given the A.I. Chip's powerful analysis and calculation abilities.

"Dreamforce spells are the best way to deal with beings contaminated by dreamforce," Leylin sighed.

A dark red fireball immediately burnt a strange ent up ahead to ashes. Unlike Isabel's, his attacks left the monsters with no chance of revival.

'I'm close… Over there!' All of a sudden, Leylin's brow twitched. A large pair of wings instantly sprouted from his back, allowing him to soar into the sky…

Meanwhile, Isabel's crisis had reached its crescendo.

"Scram!" Angered cries and terrifying flames caused a large centipede to take several steps backwards.

"Keke… too weak… too weak…" Strange human faces were sticking out of this monster's outer shell. Amongst them were those belonging to the pirates under her, their eyes emitting a red lustre as they began to snicker.

Her draconic flames left not a trace on the monster's shell, as if it had a defensive power that made it hard to destroy.

"Become a part of me!" One of the faces opened its mouth, corrosive green liquid spraying out like rainwater.

Even the dragonscale defence sputtered upon contact, steam billowing out. The immense pain from the corrosion caused Isabel to frown hard.

"Quick, come!" Karen appeared at the side, pulling at Isabel's arm and running.

"I never thought it would just be the two of us left. I shouldn't have come in." Isabel now looked regretful.

"This is not the time to worry about that. Sister Isabel, I've taken a look around. The dark red fog wall seems to show signs of dissipating. As long as we hang on for a while longer, we can exit this place!" Karen encouraged her.

"Leave… haha…" Isabel now looked extremely pathetic, but much of the damage was to her mind. She had never thought she would see such strange things as she had this day. It was more than she had experienced in her lifetime.

After she had brought her subordinates and retreated into the forest, all sorts of weird things had appeared when night fell. At the beginning, she had thought it was some sick joke, but she soon found that she had to pay for that in blood.

Trees that could walk, flowers and grass that could sing, stones that had qi, the dead being able to revive, numerous clowns… All sorts of things she could not even name attacked them in succession. They were grotesque and variegated, almost causing her to think that she had gone insane.

The subordinates under her fell one by one, gulped down by either real or imaginary beings. Now, only she and Karen were left.

"That centipede monster is very strong and at least has legendary strength. Does that mean we can only evade… Hm? What is it, Karen? Are you hurt?"

Isabel looked at Karen beside her. The half-drow now had her back to Isabel, shoulders trembling slightly.

A palm touched Isabel's shoulder, and her expression immediately changed, "There's no heat. You're not Karen!"

"Hehe… adorable little captain, if I'm not Karen, who else can I be?" Karen turned back, light shining on half her face. However, Isabel's pupils only shrunk. Her beautiful face had now split from the middle, revealing terrifying white razor-sharp teeth, as if her face had turned into a large mouth.

"Damn it, what the hell are you?" Isabel yelled. Terrifying flames formed rings of fire that were several metres long, managing to get 'Karen' to back off.

"Heehee… What could I be?"

Rumble!* The earth split, and the human-faced centipede appeared once more. Karen snickered as she dug her hands into the centipede and fused with it. At the end, the monster that looked like Karen completely disappeared, its only remnant a pale face.

Chi! Chi!* The huge centipede let out earth-shattering cries, cold air bursting forth from its mouth. The surrounding trees and soil were covered in a layer of ice.

"It has a clone with a power of ice, and can't die. Gods… Could this be some sort of special variant of god?" This was the only conclusion Isabel could come up with. The terrifying chilliness began to freeze her body, causing even the dragonblood in her body to still.

"No, I can't die here!" Isabel looked resolute as the red scales on her body exploded.

"Blood Explosion!" The bloody red fog blocked the ice off, finally giving Isabel a route of escape.

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