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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Consensus

The pantheon was in disarray, an imposing atmosphere shrouding the disorderly Celestial Hall. The gods were all seated respectfully on their pedestals, not one of them missing. None of them were even focused on comprehending their laws, their gazes instead focused on the central region around which the greater gods sat.

Two formidable greater gods were missing from their position. Cyric was ultimately an evil god, so the others didn't really miss him, but Mystra's loss had struck them hard. With the Weave destroyed, they were grieving the fact that numerous ancient Magi had escaped into the world. Although only a few had revealed their existences so far, it still caused a huge effect.

"Oghma! You are the wisest of us… Please, take a look at the future of the greater gods," one of them asked. He possessed strong divine force, being seated on a pedestal shrouded by morning light.

"Not good…" the God of Knowledge turned his gaze away from the greater gods, shaking his head.

"The Weave being destroyed hurt multiple worlds, and even triggered turbulence in the four elemental planes. Most of the prime material plane is destroyed as well… This was originally the combined power of the gods; nobody here can prevent harm… The Overgod tried to stop the damage from spreading, but I'm afraid he had to pay a large price…"

A feeling of unease spread around the room with Oghma's sigh. The gods secretly whispered amongst each other as they looked at the huge crack on the World Crystal. Their gazes were filled with worry. Of course, there were still a few with ambition glowing in their eyes.

"That damned God of Massacre… You should have listened to Mystra and attacked his divine kingdom!" Tyr was clearly flustered and exasperated. He'd lost an important ally with Mystra's fall, and more importantly the chaos that had erupted in the prime material plane was great cause for regret.

"It's all a conspiracy by the Magi! We didn't realise it in time…" The gods started to whisper. The word Magus had become a forbidden word in their circles, but they finally had to face this ten thousand year old threat. The Final War was already underway once more, and even the formidable powers couldn't guarantee their own safety.

Ding!* A crisp bell ring echoed throughout the entire Celestial Hall, and the gazes of all the gods fell upon Kelemvor.

The God of Death coughed, looking around before speaking with a low, hoarse, voice, "I suggest we stop all current internal conflict, banding together as we prepare for the second dusk. We are to make an oath, the violators to be eliminated…"

"I agree!" Tyr was the first to express his approval, followed by the Morninglord, Lathander.

"I, as well." Surprisingly, the third person to approve was Gruumsh! The tall golden orc stood up, every strand of hair on his body erect as he spoke with a resounding voice, "The fight between the orcs and the north is only an internal conflict. Right now, we should focus our strengths against our common enemy. The Orc Kingdom will stop all attacks on the Silverymoon Alliance effective immediately, and the current line of control will be our border."

With their goddess dead and the Weave destroyed, the Silverymoon Alliance was on the brink of collapse. They were after all an alliance of wizards, and with a majority of them losing their abilities they suffered devastating damage. As long as the Orc Empire continued to attack, they would definitely be able to chase Alustriel out of the northern lands.

With Gruumsh proposing this right now, there was no need to suspect his sincerity. Oghma and the other intermediate gods expressed their stances as well, and the evil gods eventually decided that their hatred for the Magi was more important than short term goals. Everyone made an oath, the Styx being the witness.

"First we need to verify the number of Magi that invaded the world. Oghma should be able to take care of this…" Kelemvor initiated.

"Mm. My intelligence says those Magi are more cunning them before. Most of them have hidden themselves, leaving only a few revealed…" Golden divine force formed a screen that displayed the image of a different world. "The Filthy Evil Eye and the Chaos Lord are in the Abyss, while the God of Massacre Leylin is in Baator. There's also Distorted Shadow as well, and the latter two are confirmed to be related to the epidemic spreading around the prime material plane right now…

"And these are only the confirmed ones. Even more have hidden themselves…" Oghma raised his brows, deep in thought, "The prime material plane is the foundation of our faith. These Magi have grown smart, starting a massacre there instead of directly fighting us in our divine kingdoms…"

The many gods grew gloomy. The Magi had directly struck their weak spot this time. With the prime material plane being their biggest source of faith, the death of all its mortals would cause the fall of at least half the gods in the world.

"These despicable Magi, aiming directly for the mortals…" The gods roared in anger, their helpless voices seemingly piercing through the void of the Celestial Hall.

"Talona…" Oghma looked at a lady behind him, wrapped in layers of black gauze as she emitted a putrid smoke.

This was Talona, the Mistress of Disease. Her prestige within the prime material plane was such that some even linked the current epidemic to her. She was an expert in matters of disease.

The Mother of All Plagues stayed silent for a long time, however, before speaking with a hoarse voice, "I am a goddess of poison and disease, not cures. I can only say the Magi are using an interesting thing… It seems to be related to what Kukulkan used when conquering Debanks Island…"

How could the Lady of Poison not notice what Leylin had done on Debanks Island? His ambitions had been exposed early, or it wouldn't have been a problem for him to get a place in Talona's church.

The World of Gods and the Magus World were both of equal rank, possessing terrifying suppressive power. A majority of the Magi chose to stay low-profile, living quietly in seclusion as they accustomed themselves to the changed laws. It was unlikely for common bacteria and viruses to have such an effect after being suppressed, so the scale and damage of this plague caused everyone to think of Leylin's methods.

"You're saying Leylin did all this?" Tyr stared at Talona.

"No," Talona chuckled, "Well, not necessarily. They seem like an inferior imitation, perhaps the work of another Magus. Leylin is currently stuck in Baator, and he won't be able to come out without killing Asmodeus…"

Talona stole a subconscious glance at Umberlee. This intermediate god was unusually quiet, a repulsive aura being radiated from her as she clearly tried to avoid previous incidents.

"However, I have good news. Those Magi aren't working together, and there are conspiracies and fights amongst them. It's even scarier than our own conflicts…" Talona declared loudly.

"Silence!" Oghma saw the disorder in the Celestial Hall, and had to be loud to stop the gods from whispering in secret. "Since the Mistress of Disease does not have a good method, we can only rely on our priests…"

Helplessness surfaced on Oghma's face as he said this.

Originally, gods could bestow an inordinate number of divine spells as compared to demigods. A single Remove Disease would be able to eliminate any troublesome plague no matter the complexity. However, that was all in the past. With the Weave broken down, spell transmission took far more energy than before.

With a limited number of divine spells, the priests could only remain at a loss as huge swathes of innocent commoners died. The gods were losing their foundation.

Only now did Oghma realise the depth of Leylin's progress. The Weave's destruction had released the ancient Magi, yes, but it had also destroyed the strongest class of Professionals in the prime material plane. At the same time, the energy consumed in granting a divine spell had increased severalfold, rendering them unable to make an accurate and timely response.

Such deep cunning was terrifying, and it left the powerful gods feeling a chill of fright.

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Isolation

"We cannot remain reserved anymore. Everyone, do not worry about the consumption of divine force… the prime material plane is our foundation." Oghma's voice was filled with heaviness, "If we really can't handle it anymore then our only option will be to migrate all our worshippers into our divine kingdoms…"

Divine kingdoms were indeed only suitable for spiritual existences. Mortals would undergo an irreversible transformation within, but there were still benefits to such an action. At least, for the next decade, the gods wouldn't have to worry about declining faith. They could deal with the Magus assault and then settle their worshippers in the prime material plane once more.

"Agreed!" "I Agree!" The gods quickly agreed with Oghma's suggestion, starting to demarcate lands as they determined times to open and connect their divine kingdoms. Looking at the heated discussion, terrifyingly dark clouds appeared on the faces of Lathander and Tyr.

"Everyone…" Tyr eventually stood up, "What we should be discussing right now is how we defeat the Magi, wiping away the disgrace of the dusk of the gods. We shouldn't be acting like cowards, searching for ways to escape! Still, if that's what all of you hope for, forgive my absence."

Bang!* His avatar slowly dissipated, and the other gods could sense Tyr's will leave the Celestial Plane.

"I agree. However, I agree with Oghma as well: moving our worshippers into our divine kingdoms will protect them to an extent." Having expressed his own opinion, the Morninglord left the Celestial Hall as well…

Even without two of the greater gods, various decisions had been made in this discussion. The gods quickly instructed their priests to begin executing plans, attracting more worshippers to their divine kingdoms so they could attain 'eternal life.'Leylin naturally learnt of the events in the prime material plane. However, his true body was still taking care of Malbolge, and he had no time to care about this. He instead sent Kukulkan in his place, the clone walking out of the tall church to arrive at the location where Mother Core was.

A towering mountain had been formed at her location, flush with a molten core that flowed out of it in endless patterns. The mountain was connected to the earth, seemingly detecting the surroundings. An eye appeared from the lava as Leylin's clone arrived.

"Great Mother Core, I believe you know why I'm here…" The eyes of the A.I. Chip clone were dead and indifferent, like a puppet that could only carry out orders. However, it still had the power of an intermediate god, so Mother Core couldn't afford to neglect it.

After all, rank 8s were at the forefront of existences in the Magus World. What's more, the rank 8 puppet in front of her was only a avatar of Leylin's true body.

"Of course. The epidemic in the prime material plane caused at least ten million deaths, some even call you the new Lord of all Plagues now… Even though we know this isn't your doing…" Mother Core's conscient released a vast amount of force, and some roots extended out to form an image of the prime material plane.

"Indeed. I sensed the fear and faith headed my way recently…" Kukulkan's expression grew a little ugly. Someone was evidently trying to pin crimes upon him, and there was only one who was familiar with his actions and could evade the laws of the World of Gods. "Is it Distorted Shadow? We really can't chase him away…"

"Perhaps he wanted to attract the gods' attention towards you. However, he isn't the only one capable of such things…" Clearly, Mother Core had even more information. Her path was the path of the world, and nothing could escape her eyes.

"There's a lot of Magi who invaded the prime material plane, and the ancient conscients who escaped are doing the same thing. They wish to strike against the gods' faith, perhaps to gather enough spirits for them to recover…"

This information left Leylin wondering about something.

"How well are we prepared?" he asked. He was naturally paying attention towards all the intelligence about this. After all, the war between the gods and the Magi was directly related to the path of eternity. It could not be neglected.

"We've learnt our lessons from the last time. Other than a few crazy ones who are attracting attention on the surface, the rest of us are hidden well. We've established contact with the ancient conscients, and they've promised to do their best to conform to our plans.

"Nine wormholes have been opened up, and the passage connected by the Manderhawke Plate is quite stable as well. We've shifted it to the void sea…" Good news after good news came from Mother Core.

"What about the suppression of the World of Gods?" Leylin asked the most crucial question. Being similar in power to their own world, the World of Gods had a somewhat horrifying suppression of Magi who were outsiders.

"We've considered this as well. We're quite lucky in this regard…" Mother Core's voice was very heartening. "The World Will here, their Overgod, is in a deep slumber so the suppression we're facing is much less than that in the first war. It was hurt more during the destruction of the Weave, and we have you to thank for that…

"Even if we're not going to drop in rank, it's still a troublesome matter…" Leylin frowned.

Of course, this was all an act. When he merged with his divine clone and advanced to rank 8 with the path of Original Sin, his bloodline had transformed into the Nightmare Hydra. He was stunned to find out that the World of Gods stopped suppressing him at that moment, as if he was a native of this place!

The laws of the two worlds hadn't been fused before in the history of the astral plane, and it was precisely due to this that a miracle had happened. The current Leylin was unimpeded by both worlds, not facing any suppression whatsoever.

He'd kept this all a secret, to be treated as the biggest of trump cards. Those who were unaware would be ruthlessly conned by him at the end.

Mother Core frankly addressed Leylin's 'concerns,' "Naturally. We've been performing research on how to avoid the suppression of other worlds, and we already have some results…"

Rumble!* The earth split apart, and numerous tree roots formed a palm that shot out to place a silvery-white metal ball in Leylin's hands.

"This is…" The fluorescent light of the A.I. Chip flashed within Leylin's eyes, but several probes only returned with question marks as the screen prompted an 'unknown' message. The silvery-white ball's surface was extremely smooth, yet it didn't reflect the world around it.

Leylin was speechless for a period of time before he spat out a sentence, "The World Origin Force, it's blocked!"

"Correct… We've called this technology World War Armour. It was created using a new alloy that can block origin force, protecting our true bodies so we can evade the restrictions placed upon us by the worlds. It lets us display our peak strength!"

"That's great, but… This thing seems too fragile to support beings like us for long…" After testing it for a while, Leylin could pinpoint the armour's weakness. It was a film that isolated the Magus from the world around them, but as armour it was useless once broken. From what he'd seen, it wasn't exactly durable.

"We're still trying to improve on this. However, even this version is enough for us to launch a small-scale war. Take this, it's a gift…" Mother Core spoke generously. Leylin was after all a Magus, and he'd given up several benefits for their world. She had to display some goodwill as well.

"Then I'll skip the thanks. I really am interested in this…" The alloy entered his skin the moment he pressed the ball to his chest. A strange white pattern appeared on his body, as if an armour protecting him.

'It's cut off origin force, really magical… There seems to be room for improvement, though…' Light continuously flashed from the A.I. Chip clone.

[Reverse engineering from sample… Possible optimisations deduced!]

Having fused with Kukulkan, the current A.I. Chip had grown far more powerful. With Supercomputing and Simulate Reality, its calculative powers far surpassed those of a peak rank 8 Magus.

'It seems extensible into the Magus World and Dreamscape as well…' The only ability of the A.I. Chip was to deduce. As the user, Leylin could do things the chip could not, which was the advantage of out-of-the-box ideas that a mere tool could not achieve.

The discovery of this weapon instantly gave Leylin another plan. If he succeeded he could rush to the peak of rank 8 quickly, and even lay a solid foundation for comprehending the laws of space and time!

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Strategy

"Something's brewing in the prime material plane…" The clone returned to the church just as Leylin arrived at Malbolge.

He looked at the tilted floor beneath his feet. The Sixth Hell was a boundless slope, a plane of constant landslides as the fortresses built on these slanted lands shifted constantly.

The plane was blotted out, swarming with devil hunters that had chased the devils out of this layer. Sadly, they couldn't find Glasya. The cunning and beautiful Queen of Lust had been incredibly decisive, abandoning her dignity as an Archdevil to give Malbolge up to Leylin. She'd escaped to the lower hells.

"Devils without a leader are a giant without a head or a beehive without a queen. They're a complete mess…" Leylin didn't encounter the slightest of troubles in taking Malbolge over, but there wasn't any excitement on his face. His brows were instead furrowed, a trace of gloom in his expression.

"This should have been the best point to block me… My powers would only increase the more layers I conquered, and their powers would weaken…" Leylin smelt an obvious conspiracy from the retreat of his opponents.

He wasn't afraid of a combined resistance. He was only scared they'd abandon Baator entirely to hide themselves within the void. That would be troublesome.

Of course, this was not an easy task. Without control of their layers they'd be abandoned by Baator's origin force, the more serious cases losing their authority in Baator and falling from the realm of laws.

As long as there was even a glimmer of hope, the Lords of Baator wouldn't choose to do this. Glasya's decision to flee made Leylin sense something strange.

'I can't keep going like this, something big will happen. Distorted Shadow is still keeping an eye on me…' Leylin looked at the occupied land of the Sixth Hell, and suddenly smiled. 'I'll still accept gifts on my doorstep, though…'

Bang!* A layer of golden light suddenly spread out from Leylin's divine kingdom, shrouding the entirety of Malbolge. Golden light filled the entire sky, and under the prayers of the devil hunters endless laws began to merge and transform the Sixth Hell.

The rolling earth rumbled as the divine light flattened it out. The landslides lost all momentum, dying into the ground. The Sixth Hell fused with Leylin's divine kingdom, radiating endless divine light. The last three layers seemed small and frail under this radiance, seemingly overwhelmed by it.*Hurl!* Just as Malbolge was fused into Leylin's divine kingdom, the beautiful Queen of Lust screamed within Malbolge. She spat out large mouthfuls of filthy black blood that dissipated into the air, faintly transforming into grotesque life forms before returning to normal as a frightening pool formed on the ground.

"He… devoured… all of Malbolge…" Glasya looked unsightly as she lost her territory, as she became an Archdevil with an empty title.Glasya's facial expression was unsightly as after losing her own territory, she as an Archdevil was only left with a empty title.

That wasn't the worst of it. Having lost the World Origin Force, she felt her own powers regressing without end as she almost fell out of the realm of laws.

Crash!* Right at that moment, Malsheem suddenly exploded within the canyon. An all-powerful hand reached out of it, crushing millions of devils living within and sending flesh and blood flying everywhere. Distorted screams sounded out as the souls were fused into a dazzling black lightning that entered Glasya's back.

Zzzt!* A layer of frightening scales emerged on Glasya's body, endless black wings extending from her back. The screams of the killed devils seemed to be captured within. Glasya continued screaming as her energy stabilised. She'd avoided the fall.

"I've failed, father." Glasya looked like a black bat now, standing on the huge pal as she looked at the silhouette of an old devil.

"You did not fail, my daughter…" There wasn't the slightest change within Asmodeus' black eyes as he looked at the large contract in his hands. The mysterious Supreme of Baator closed the giant parchment in his hands after a long time, a smile on his face.

"Your survival is the greatest victory. With the Magi invading at the Second Dusk nigh, opportunities are aplenty. Our current job is to prepare to seize as much as we can in the future, retaining our strength as we wait for future chances…"

"Perhaps…" Glasya could faintly understand Asmodeus' thoughts. The Lord of Nessus had always remained in human form, hiding behind the scenes. He'd finally revealed some of his ambitions.

"Are you thinking of becoming a god?" Glasya's voice was trembling. If he wanted to become a god while already being an Archdevil, he definitely didn't just aim to become a lesser god! His final objective was undoubtedly to become the ruler of devils, the God of Baator who truly controlled the Nine Hells! That would put him at the peak of gods.

There was one other contender for that position right now. It was the God of Massacre who'd occupied six layers of his world, the Lord of Original Sin Leylin Farlier!

"The God of Massacre's true body is that of a Magus. He's bound to be attacked by the gods because of the destruction of the Weave— Tyr, Kelemvor, and Lathander won't let that go. We only have to wait…"

"But…" There was obvious hesitation on Glasya face. She didn't believe they had the time to wait for Leylin to be attacked. He'd be here soon to kill them!

"Nessus is different from the other eight layers of hell. This is the deepest layer of Baator, the ultimate land of evil. I've made preparations…" Resolution surfaced on Asmodeus' face, "With my true body's power and three Archdevils, we'll separate the plane and seal it for a few thousand years…"

"Seal all of it?" That moment of shock exceeded all the surprises Glasya had ever felt put together. If they sealed themselves they wouldn't receive any more fallen souls. They'd gradually be forgotten by the world, and they'd have to pay a huge price in order to separate in the first place.

"Keke… Don't worry, my daughter. I've long accumulated enough souls in Nessus to last us that length of time. On top of that, we'll be obstructing Kukulkan as well…"

Asmodeus let loose a sinister smile, deceit and intelligence reflected from his eyes, "He needs to unify all of Baator to become a greater god. Once Nessus separates itself, he'll be dealt a terrifying setback. Furthermore, the defensive power of a separate Nessus alongside three Archdevils will be no less than a greater god's divine kingdom…

"Once he loses the most important part, his plans to advance rapidly will definitely fall through. He'll fall under the attack of the gods!" Asmodeus was sure about this.

"The only way for him to survive is to unify Baator and kill us?" Glasya looked at Asmodeus, feeling like his words were extremely foreign to her. "Why are you so sure about the matters of Magi?"

"Let me answer that question." The shadows atop the huge hand distorted, causing Glasya to reveal a look of fear. She hadn't sensed the fluctuations of power from the other party's body, and they'd easily approached her… This was an unbelievable thing for a rank 7 Archdevil!

"Magus!" Glasya screamed. Distorted Shadow hadn't hid his aura when he revealed himself.

"Keke… We're currently allies, and we have a common enemy," he sneered. He then looked towards Asmodeus, "I've convinced Baalzebul and Mephistopheles. They've agreed to our plans and are willing to use their layers to delay Leylin's progress, allowing us to complete the separation. Of course, you need to guarantee assistance in regaining their powers and that you won't harm them."

"Not a problem!" Asmodeus guaranteed, "I'm a devil. I shall honour my pact!"

""Let's hope so!"" two voices said in unison. The silhouettes of Baalzebul and Mephistopheles emerged in mid-air, one a disgusting worm and the other a flaming humanoid with devil wings and horns.

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Self-Destruct

"It's great that the two of you could join our alliance…" The grin on Asmodeus' face turned wider as he signed the contract.

"I've already ordered my subordinates to resist at all costs in Maladomini. We should be able to delay him for a while…" Baalzebul said. His aura had grown weak, apparently having severed connections with the Seventh Hell. Even if his subordinates knew they'd been given a suicide mission, as lawful creatures they could only surge forth to complete their orders. Such was the dignity of an Archdevil!

"Same here," Mephistopheles chimed in, "I hope that buys us time…"

Leylin's fearsome image, Seven Sins in hand, had evidently been etched deep into the minds of these Archdevils.

"I stand by my previous suggestions," Distorted Shadow said, "It's a better idea to hide in the endless void or the elemental planes than to defend Nessus at all costs…"

"That's something that will only benefit you," Asmodeus coldly interjected. "Once we lose all nine layers all our authority will be stripped from us. We'll lose Baator's origin force, bleeding in power without any chance to return…"

"Hehe…" Distorted Shadow only smiled coldly at Asmodeus' retort, not speaking another word.

"Of course… We're all common enemies of this God of Massacre," Asmodeus said slowly. Devils were extremely crafty creatures, and this was especially true for their Supreme, "I wonder if Your Excellency can call upon any other Magi who are unhappy with this God of Massacre, and…"

"My apologies, I cannot do that right now." Distorted Shadow expressed his regrets, "Leylin found passage into the World of Gods, and the Magi of other worlds have already made a pact with him. He's also the one who released the ancient conscients sealed in here long ago, so they already owe him a favour…"

Asmodeus' face darkened just from hearing those few sentences.

"So Leylin is like the leader of their alliance, a mascot amongst the Magi…"Glasya sighed.

"Indeed! We can only make full use of the gods' powers to destroy him alongside his divine kingdom."

"Damn it!" the lords cursed. They'd never thought they'd meet an enemy as powerful as Leylin in Baator. Asmodeus saw them losing morale, quickly interjecting, "Alright. As long as we stand together Leylin won't be able to make his most crucial advancement. His death will be but a matter of time…"

However, the old devil's expression changed the very next moment. His gigantic body shuddered, causing endless tremors through the earth.

"It's him! He's here!" Asmodeus exclaimed. There was only one person that could cause his expression to change this quick.

"Leylin!" the four other people gathered shouted.

Rumble!* At this moment, an enormous flying city descended outside of Nessus. Leylin was stood atop it, looking down at Nessus which stretched far beyond what the eye could see, his gaze filled with mockery, "You thought I'd be baited by Maladomini and Cania? How childish!

"Compared to those two levels, I value you lords more…" The Nightmare Hydra phantom appeared behind Leylin's back, its three remaining illusory snake heads staring at their respective lords like predators stalking their prey.

"Seal the place now!"

Boom!* The earth was blasted open, revealing Asmodeus' massive true body. His black wings covered the skies as he stood up, revealing the severe injury inflicted upon him back in ancient times. The wound had been exacerbated by Leylin's attack when he'd brought his divine kingdom down.

Facing Leylin, Asmodeus didn't have the leeway to consider his injuries. He unleashed the full extent of his power, as a dark web appeared from his hand to envelop the entirety of Nessus. A power of isolation stopped Thultanthar from entering the Ninth Hell.

The three other lords used their own authorities as well, mustering what origin force they could in a final struggle. Distorted Shadow disappeared into the darkness, the shadows shifting formlessly as if he was planning on something.

[Beep! Target locked. Space has been sealed, preparing primary cannons…] A white light appeared on the main cannon of the flying city, so bright that it could kill a god.

[Netherese core prepared, firing!] A powerful light seemingly born of the very universe shot forth under the fearful eyes of the devils, its absolute power unleashed on the barrier around Nessus. The barrier rumbled as the energy scattered in all directions, annihilating hordes of devils. The energy was so powerful that it attracted the attention of many powerful beings from the Abyss and the Celestial Planes.

The stunning white light blinded the Lords of Baator. Glasya gripped her hands tightly as the energy waves began to dissipate, sighing in relief after she saw Nessus undamaged.

"Hehe… With us here, Nessus is like the divine kingdom of a greater god… What will you attack it with?" The other two lords seemed to be encouraged by the sight. They'd just been far too fearful of Leylin slaying them.

"A weave, origin force, spells, and elemental particles as well…" Leylin looked at the dark web that stopped his attack, and how it was being replenished by origin force. The A.I. Chip recorded everything he saw.

"It seems like you've struck quite a few deals with Distorted Shadow, Asmodeus. I can't let you carry on any further, or the consequences will be too dire." Leylin stepped forward, leaving the flying city. The gem of Netheril that could house hundreds of thousands began to descend slowly, heading for Nessus like a meteorite.

"What is he planning to do? Not good!" Distorted Shadow exclaimed in shock. He had never lost his bearings like this before.

[Beep! Authorisation valid, initiating self-destruct.] Light flashed from the A.I. Chip, and all of Thultanthar's energy converged into a massive aura.

"Explosives prepared, beginning collapse of secondary dimension. Preparing Netherese Core…" There was no expression on Shaylin's face. The city continued to descend, growing faster and faster.

"Preparations complete. Impact in T minus 3, 2, 1…"

BOOM!* The light generated this time was far brighter than before, unleashing great explosive force upon Nessus.

An indescribable scene occurred as the pinnacle of technology destroyed itself under Leylin's orders. It was thousands of times more powerful than the Tunguska explosion back on his old world, feeling like the big bang as its undeniable might seemed to shoot the force of the entire world at Nessus.

"You think losing the city hurts me?" the Nightmare Hydra phantom roared, dark clouds appearing above its head. This being that absorbed strength from the emotions of all beings protected Leylin.

Seeing this explosion, Leylin smiled. "Material things are just that. So what if it can kill gods? A flying city is nothing on my path to power!"

Leylin had been extremely clear on the situations. If he hadn't taken Nessus out immediately, the Lords of Baator would very likely hole up like tortoises and render him helpless. Hence, he did not hesitate to use his trump card as he sacrificed Thultanthar to kill his enemies.

Even if multiple renovations had given Leylin full control of the city, he couldn't help but be wary of any backdoors Distorted Shadow had placed into it. The safest way forward was to destroy the city, just like he'd killed his divine clone after using Karsus' Avatar to avoid harm. The deed was done now anyway, there was no need to analyse costs anymore.

Distorted Shadow grew extremely impatient when Leylin sacrificed Thultanthar. A large writhing shadow with boundless power headed to the boundaries of Leylin's divine kingdom.

"Leave!" the void flickered, and Leylin's clone appeared alongside Mother Core. The two gave him a strong warning at the border.

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Ruthless

Facing the powerful Mother Core, even Distorted Shadow had to retreat.

Having ousted his true body, the two returned to the divine kingdom, shattering any and all wild dreams from the other powerful beings.

A large hole had been blasted into Nessus by the explosion of Thultanthar. The entire plane was badly damaged, and even the deep gorges and valleys had been destroyed. Even if Nessus was as powerful as the divine kingdom of a greater god, it had still been damaged. Half of its powers of law had been destroyed, weakening it significantly.

Shing!* Leylin darted in through a gap in the skies, Seven Sins howling as he killed Distorted Shadow's clone immediately.

"Now that I'm here, what else have you guys got to say?" Leylin looked at the four devils before him, weapon in tow. His smile caused them to shudder in fear.

Rumble!* The earth continued to tremble underneath them, Asmodeus' clone having been destroyed with the explosion of the flying city. Having been the greatest contributor to Nessus' defence, he was the one who was hurt the most by its destruction.

And now, his main body was forced to face Leylin. He looked extremely miserable, multiple scars on his body from the explosion alongside cuts from when the rift was destroyed. The wounds had grown bigger than before, and a part of a wing had been torn off.

"Hurry and leave! Don't let him gather all our power!" Asmodeus howled. He knew well that Leylin had already broken through Nessus, destroying their last hope. Their only counter left was to leave Baator entirely, stopping Leylin from completing his path of original sin. He would lose momentum, and the war would come to an end.

However, how could Leylin give them this chance? The phantom Nightmare Hydra appeared behind him, each of its head releasing a deafening roar. Boundless power of laws surged forth from six of them, forming a powerful web of energy that trapped Nessus within.

"He sealed space!" Glasya screamed, the light of her teleportation spell dimming. Asmodeus cursed as well, shouting in shock.

Speaking of shock, Mother Core had been far more surprised than even the father-daughter duo. She'd been observing the scene from his divine kingdom, and she noticed Leylin seal off space to prevent all escape. "The power to seal spacetime… He's already come into contact with rank 9 laws? Such terrifying talent…"

To be able to seal the teleportation of a being of law meant meant he had high comprehension of the law of spacetime. This fellow wasn't even peak rank 8 yet! This achievement surpassed those of many of his predecessors.

'He really does have a chance to reach rank 9…' Mother Core made a silent evaluation. Although Leylin was still far from being able to harness the complete power of spacetime to reach rank 9, she still had high hopes for him.

"Asmodeus… I am not the Supreme of Baator." Leylin's body grew exponentially as he moved forward, matching the size of the self-proclaimed ruler of hell. Seven Sins roared ceaselessly as two rays of light were unleashed, each containing the power of laws.

Blessing of Greed! Fury Amplification! The two buffs put Leylin quite close to the peak of rank 8. Each of his actions could crush multiple smaller worlds!

Boom!* Seven Sins changed forms, taking the shape of a dazzling six-bladed battle axe. Leylin roared out as he swung the axe downwards, like a giant splitting the earth apart.

"Argh… The origin force of Baator, please abide by the primordial contract…" Asmodeus chanted as he revealed an ancient scroll. The parchment floated in mid-air, glowing with dull light as it attracted the last of Baator's origin force. This was the original copy of the primordial contract, Asmodeus' final trump card!

"Your methods are outdated, Asmodeus. I am the sole ruler of hell now, its overlord!" The battle axe shone brightly and as it swung downwards, leaving a brilliant afterimage behind.

Crack!* The origin force from the primordial contract broke immediately upon contact with Seven Sins, and the axe swung towards his body without mercy. It caused another grave injury as he flew backwards, levelling a massive canyon.

Buzz!* Asmodeus wasn't the only one to feel the aftereffects. The moment the primordial contract was broken, the devils in the last of the Nine Hells began to wail. They could clearly feel that the surging power of Baator's origin force was waning, causing their powers to deteriorate.

"Baator is now my divine kingdom. All devils who do not become my petitioners shall die!" Light flashed in Leylin's eyes as the crimson power of original sin appeared in his hands. Seven Sins turned into a javelin as he willed it, containing the energy to split apart laws themselves.

"The Path of Original Sin is the end of all things!" The javelin was as fast as lightning, repelling even the origin force of the World of Gods. Its sharpness could destroy all laws, and this instrument of destruction appeared before Asmodeus.

Pu!* The javelin pierced through the Lord of Baator, devouring all her powers and destroying all signs of life. Glasya's face turned sluggish with disbelief as she forced herself to look backwards, seeing her father.

The moment the javelin was about to strike him, he'd sent a powerful force to bring her before his body. She'd been used as a meat shield to block this fatal attack! Glasya's beautiful face smiled wryly, and before she could say anything, she turned into dust.

The A.I. Chip's notifications sounded in Leylin's ear.

[Beep! Host has killed Glasya. Gluttony's Devouring activated, absorbing new law… Law of lust currently at 100%.]

Hss!* The Nightmare Hydra behind Leylin hissed loudly as another head materialised from its neck. It absorbed all of the lust in the astral plane, turning it into his law of original sin.

[Beep! Host has comprehended the law of lust, Seven Sins has unlocked Fantasia.

Fantasia: The user can elude the detection of beings of law.]

"This decisiveness, should I say as expected of a devil?" Glasya's death had only bought Asmodeus some time. Seven Sins glowed once more as the effects of Fantasia were released, causing Asmodeus and the other two to grow dull.

Hiss!* The Nightmare Hydra roared, as an incomplete path of original sin materialised around it. It seemed like a long flowing river that immediately consumed Asmodeus' true body.

Having entered Leylin's powers, Asmodeus shrunk continuously before becoming a bug. The bug was encased in amber and sealed by the Nightmare Hydra.

'Asmodeus is the key to merging the seven original sin, and the spawn of hell. His energy can catalyse the fusion of all evil, and he's irreplaceable… However, this isn't the right time to fuse it…' Leylin retrieved Seven Sins, turning it into a crossblade with complicated runes inscribed atop it.

AT this moment, the last two Archdevils were running towards Leylin, fear clouding their expressions as if they'd seen ghosts.

"You still think you're running away?" Leylin brandished the cross blade. "Fantasia can even cast an illusion on rank 8 beings, how can the two of you resist it?"

With the power of dreamforce as a foundation and the strength of Seven Sins, Leylin could toy with rank 7 beings. The Nightmare Hydra hissed as the two remaining illusory heads stared down at the lords.

"Become my strength…" Leylin chanted, and the Nightmare Hydra howled as the power of original sin sealed off the space around them. Mephistopheles and Baalzebul were suppressed, and the two heads opened their maws and devoured the two Lords of Baator who could only watch on in despair.

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Peak

[Beep! Host has killed Baalzebul. Gluttony's Devouring activated, absorbing new law… Law of sloth currently at 100%.

Beep! Seven Sins has unlocked Sloth's Recovery.

Sloth's Recovery: User recovery is boosted by 500% when inactive. Seven Sins can now repair damage automatically.

Beep! Host has killed Mephistopheles. Gluttony's Devouring activated, absorbing new law… Law of envy currently at 100%.]

[Beep! Host has comprehended the law of envy, Seven Sins has unlocked Envy's Thief.

Envy's Thief: User can steal the divine weapons and laws of other beings.]

The multiple notifications put Leylin in a good mood. The Nightmare Hydra's body behind him materialised completely, each of its heads containing a different law. The power of sin across all intelligent beings was now absorbed by Leylin, forming a thick dark mist around his massive body.

At this moment, the A.I. Chip sent another notification, and Leylin grinned even wider than before. [Beep! Path of original sin completed, Nightmare Hydra bloodline has achieved complete form.]

In an instant he'd felt the power of his bloodline reach the limit, coming into contact with an extremely obscure door of sorts. The door was guarded by the power of spacetime, forming a mountain pass. Leylin knew fully well that it was the bottleneck to rank 9.

Buzz…* The power of original sin thundered in his body as the dark mist grew even more black. The crimson energy became more animated, showing signs of life. Feeling the power of original sin as the river formed behind the Nightmare Hydra, Leylin felt like it was extremely picturesque.

He'd now completed his laws, opening his path up for further travel. However, there was something still missing.

"Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Pride, Envy, Sloth, Lust… The seven sins form original sin, combining with Massacre and Death to form a perfect cycle. However, all this lacks an embodiment of pure evil…" Leylin looked at Asmodeus who'd been sealed within the river. Once he extracted the essence of this devil, his path would be completed and allow him to become a peak rank immediately!

However, Leylin's incredible willpower stopped his urges. "Although I can wield dreamforce at its peak, it's still not perfect. I need to subjugate Dreamscape's World Will, and get it to hand over the essence of dreamforce so I can lay a perfect foundation for my advancement…"

Since he'd achieved everything he set out to, Leylin naturally intended to do things to perfection. Although peak dreamforce allowed him to harness the powers of spacetime, Leylin wanted more! He didn't just want to become rank 9, he wanted to be the absolute best of rank 9 Magi. That was a given on his quest for eternity!

Hence, this dreamforce that would even satisfy other peak 8 Magi and cause them to be envious of him was not enough in Leylin's eyes. The essence of Dreamscape's origin force was an evolved form of dreamforce known as nightmare force, and that was what he wanted!

"Just nice! I have the strength to execute my plans now…" Leylin did not give another looked at the broken Nessus as he vanished from Baator…

Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!* Three consecutive explosions reverberated across the many worlds. Be it gods, Archfiends, or even lich kings, everyone cast a look of shock towards Baator. A golden divine kingdom within was now shining brightly, rapidly swallowing up the last of the Nine Hells. Baator was one once more, radiating with holy light as its surging origin force was converted to the power of the divine kingdom. This place could cause even greater gods to be fearful now.

The Nine Hells having a new owner meant that the devils had been destroyed. The eight Lords of Baator had been a force to be reckoned with even for greater gods, never having lost an inch to the gods or demons and instead counterattacking all this while. Now, they'd been vanquished by a Magus. Baator was the first to bow out of the Final War, reminding the gods once again of fearsome memories they'd chosen to wipe from their minds.

The powerful energy of a god strengthening themselves travelled past many worlds, causing many powerful existences to frown.

""Kukulkan, my Lord! You are the guardian of our souls, the stars in the skies! You are a haven for my soul, the God of the Nine Hells. You are the keeper of strength, the God of Wrath and Order, the Ruler of Devils…"" Under Tiff's guidance, everyone in Leylin's divine kingdom was praying to him. The power of faith converged into a holy river, causing Baator to roar as powerful origin force entered Leylin's clone.

Mother Core chose to leave Baator on her own accord. There was in fact a trace of alarm in her eyes as she looked at the divine kingdom, feeling a powerful repulsive force.

"This isn't inferior to the divine kingdom of a greater god… With this as your base, you'll be able to hold for a long while even with multiple greater gods attacking you at once. Leylin… You really have found a good place within the World of Gods." Traces of complex emotions appeared in her eyes.

Having swallowed the Nine Hells and obtained new laws, Leylin grew quickly in power, shooting through the ranks to quickly reach rank 17. She felt like Leylin wanted his clone to advance to greater godhood!

However, the tides of faith soon dissipated, under the complicated congratulations of many powerful existences. Leylin's rank remained at 17.

However, even this was extremely inconceivable given his birth year in the World of Gods!

Atop the Whitejade Saint Mountain, the clone opened his glowing golden eyes. Lightning that could form and destroy entire worlds seemed to streak past its gaze.

[Beep! Clone currently at rank 17.] Blue light flashed in Leylin's eyes.

His old clone had been a part of his soul, but this one was under the full control of the A.I. Chip. With the two being originally one anyway, the auxiliary A.I. Chip could also receive faith in him, being controlled by the primary chip. He'd even managed to retrieve the split soul, so there were no longer any side-effects binding him to the power of faith.

Large streams of information flashed in the clone's eyes.

[All stats 5! Host's arcanist ranking has increased by 5, currently rank 40. Obtained divine domain— Fall of Seven Sins.]

The power of a domain stemmed from one's divinity, something a demigod did not possess. Every additional domain brought great boosts to one's strength. That is why gods focused on increasing their divine ranks, not paying much attention to other matters.

Leylin looked at his stats.

[Name: Leylin Faulen.

Divine Name: Kukulkan, the God of Massacre (Controlled by auxiliary A.I. Chip).

Race: Unknown

Alignment: Lawful Evil.

Divine Domain (Simulated): Massacre, Death, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Pride, Envy, Sloth, Lust

Divine Kingdom: Baator

Divine Rank: 17.

Worshippers: Natives, Devils, Adventurers, Priests.

Worshipper Alignments: True Neutral, Neutral Evil, Lawful Evil.

Domains: Massacre, Death, Devouring, Seven Sins

Arcanist Rank: 40. Strength: 38. Agility: 38. Vitality: 38. Spirit: 44. Arcane Energy: 440. Divine Force: 1500. Status: Healthy.

Feats: Herculean Strength, Master of Knowledge, Dreamscape Vision, Epic Adaptability.

Divine Feats: Origin Force Detection, Arcane Art Amplification, Illusions.

Divine Abilities: Warp Reality, Supercomputing, Simulate Reality, Fall of Seven Sins.]

"The increased divine rank gave me a new domain, huh…" Leylin's attention was drawn to his new ability, and the A.I. Chip showed information about it.

[Divine Ability— Fall of Seven Sins: As the Lord of Original Sin, the Host can use any negative emotions to affect the target's mind, inducing the power of nightmares to have the target turn. Applies to beings of law as well.]

"Even law existences can be affected if they are consumed by the emotions of original sin. I can then subjugate them into my slaves?" Leylin rubbed his chin and sighed. In the World of Gods, be it the Magi or the gods themselves they were consumed by their inner desires. Anyone could become his puppet.

Even peak rank 8s weren't devoid of emotions. However, they did have the ability to stem their desires once they manifested. However, how powerful was the strength of inner desires? As long as a peak rank 8 had flaws, they could be used by Leylin!

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Mediate

The power of dreams converged in the boundary between the real and the illusory, forming a boundless strange world. A Magus dressed in black robes stood at the corners of this world, his arrival causing the world to cheer as if a child had returned home. Dreamscape opened its doors up wide.

"It's still this desolate here…" Leylin stood in midair, absolved from the powers of the laws. His soul of original sin allowed him to survey most of the world at once.

Dreamscape was still as desolate as before, from when dreamforce was waning and the Lords of Calamity had to seal themselves.

Leylin was here in his true body, having left the World of Gods to enter the astral plane. With the Manderhawke Plate in hand and an intermediate god as a clone, the World of Gods was like a back garden that he could enter and leave as he pleased.

With all of Baator as his divine kingdom and the A.I. Chip managing things, he had no need to worry for the safety of his assets. Unless the gods could find another flying city from somewhere and have it explode on him, his defences were airtight like those of a greater god's divine kingdom. Leylin could leave and come to Dreamscape at ease.

'Dreamforce has been waning for thousands of years despite me killing a Lord of Calamity…' Leylin discovered the laws of dreamforce in an instant. The current state of dreamforce didn't make a difference to him, though. Having already grasped its laws, he could harness the peak power of dreamforce at any time.

"Those Lords of Calamity have indeed became much smarter…" Leylin smiled. A slight scan revealed that the Lords of Calamity had sealed themselves together this time, apparently cautious of his previous actions.

"Since that's the case, then let me greet them!" The crimson runes of dreamforce appeared on Leylin's body, opening up his third eye. His Nightmare Absorbing Physique peaked, and the entirety of Dreamscape rejoiced as powerful destructive lightning appeared in the skies.

Unlike before, Leylin didn't need to act stealthily. He spread his aura fearlessly to the edges of the world.

"It's the Nightmare Absorbing Physique!"

"The eternal nemesis of the Lords of Calamity— Nightmare Absorbing Physique!"

"Damn it… Ever since the Magus World opened the crystal sphere, I knew that the Nightmare King would return…"

The slumbering Lords of Calamity were like cats whose tails had been stepped on. They woke up immediately, unleashing their auras. A blizzard of destructive snow howled, but it was repelled by a crystal mountain.

A crystal exploded as one of the Lords of Calamity walked out, possessing devastating strength. This was the Eye Emissary, the protector of light and darkness, wielding both laws to be one of the stronger Lords of Calamity.

"Molina…" Another crystal broke as well to the Eye Emissary's voice, and a female thundergiant walked out.

"Nightmare King! No… Something more devious and inconceivable… the Nightmare Absorbing Physique has finally reappeared…" Molina roared. Her body darted like lightning towards Leylin.

The dark earth split open and a three-headed Lord of Calamity appeared. It had the head of a black goat, a green snake, and a mysterious human face. "Oh! Molina… You're mine…" it muttered as it turned into a black mist, chasing behind the female giant.

All of the Lords of Calamity in Dreamscape were soon awake, roaring and howling as destructive powers of calamity caused Dreamscape to tremble. The surviving creatures were pressed down to the ground, praying for these superior beings to be appeased.

"I never thought there were so many hidden experts in Dreamscape. Eighteen… No, nineteen Lords of Calamity, it's enough to crush the Purgatory World and Shadow World…" Leylin was surprised.

These Lords of Calamity had sealed themselves in due to waning dreamforce, not joining in on the attack on the World of Gods. This made them the largest force in the rest of the astral plane, strong enough to perhaps attack even the Magus World if dreamforce recovers.

"They're all hovering around rank 8, yet there isn't a peak rank 8 existence… Is this the suppression from the World Will?" Leylin's eyes flashed, and he was more confident in his plans than before.

"Nightmare Absorbing Physique… Die!" The Nightmare King was the eternal enemy of the Lords of Calamity, so one of them immediately attacked Leylin.

Boom!* A powerful force of calamity struck down, alongside the face of a ghost that was large enough to blot out the sun rearing its bloody mouth at Leylin.

"Darned thing hiding in the shadows, come out!" Leylin's face turned violent as a longsword formed from Seven Sins slashed forward.

Sssii!* A bright white light flashed, and the face was slashed apart before shattering, forming corrosive rain. A strange multifaced creature appeared, wailing as it was forced out of the void. Seven Sins slashed mercilessly into its body, containing even more domineering force.

Blessing of Greed! The power of original sin was unleashed, causing the figure with many faces to be destroyed immediately. A dark current appeared, and was absorbed by the Seven Sins. It seemed to be a taotie with endless power, devouring its opponents' strength.

"Darkface was taken out in one blow…" The other Lords of Calamity looked at the ghost faced creature who couldn't recover its body anymore. Its face filled with fear as it turned wary, stopping its attacks.

Boom!* Leylin's dark path of original sin appeared behind him, alongside the Nightmare Hydra with the vertical pupil at its central head. A powerful web of original sin appeared and enshrouded Leylin within, giving him strength comparable to the peak of rank 8.

"The Nightmare Absorbing Physique!"

"Path of laws! Peak rank 8 Magus!'

"The powers of the ancient Nightmare King!"

The other Lords of Calamity stepped back unconsciously, looking at Leylin in fright. After swallowing the Lords of Baator, Leylin was now only one step away from peak rank 8, yet his own battle prowess had already entered this realm!

The ancient Nightmare King had the strength to slay more than half of the Lords of Calamity present. Leylin was even stronger, so it would simply be too easy to beat them all.

"So, now can you listen to what I have to say?" Leylin looked around him, at the Nightmare Eye, Eye Emissary, Molina, and the three-headed beast. These were the strongest Lords of Calamity.

"What do you want to say, inheritor of the Nightmare Absorbing Physique?" The Eye Emissary's eyes blinked continuously as it looked at Leylin. Unlike the others, he knew full well how powerful Leylin was. With this power before he even reached peak rank 8, when he advanced with the help of Dreamscape there would be no way for them to survive.

"I know… You all fear me, hate me…" Leylin looked arrogantly at the Lords of Calamity, as if he controlled their lives and deaths, "But my purpose for coming here this time is not to kill any of you. I want to give you and the World Will another way to go forward."

Crack!* Leylin's words were earth-shattering news to the Lords of Calamity. They entered fervent discussion immediately, and even the World Will began to rage with lightning.

Hiss!* The Nightmare Hydra roared, repelling the destructive snow.

"How is it? Do I look sincere enough?" Leylin smiled at these Lords of Calamity.

The many Lords stood staring at each other. It was the female thundergiant who spoke up eventually, "How do you want to do this?"

"The Lords of Calamity are like leeches feeding off the origin force of Dreamscape, causing the world to continuously regress. You put a heaven burden on it, so the World Will wants to reverse the tide and weaken your supply of dreamforce. That's why it gave birth to a Nightmare Absorbing Physique. All of this was just the beginning…"

Leylin spoke frankly yet with conviction.

"The origin force of Dreamscape is not endless, yet you lot feed off it without end, causing the world to deteriorate. Even you yourselves have to suffer the consequences… I wish to make a pact of the truesoul with all of you, the entire astral plane being the witness. Each of you will be given a fixed time to absorb origin force, and it has to be within the limits set by the world. On top of that, you have to find ways to make up for the World Will's losses.

"In return, the World Will will assure that you have an endless supply of peak dreamforce. There will be no more weakening, and you won't have to seal yourselves in…" Leylin's voice was extremely loud, the power of laws it carried causing the Lords of Calamity to ponder his proposal.

Although they were extremely unhappy at not being able to ceaselessly absorb the origin force, it seemed much better if dreamforce was not weakened. Moreover, they wouldn't have the threat of the Nightmare Absorbing Physique looming over their heads anymore!

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Nightmare

"Agree to these conditions, and I won't aggress in the future. We can even explore the World of Gods together, the bounty you'll receive there is more than what you can accumulate here in ten million years…"

Even though Leylin's intention to tempt them with the World of Gods sounded easy, there were some difficulties he had to cross to get to them. The hardest was to showcase peak rank 8 might, suppressing all these rogues with the fear of death. He then had to deal with Dreamscape's World Will.

Molina looked at her peers, answering after a period of hesitation, "This matter… We have to discuss…"

"Of course, discuss away. I'll be here waiting." Leylin smiled and waved the Lords of Calamity on, watching their conscients converse.

These conscients conversed at the speed of thought, discussing a thousand years of information in but a second. It wasn't long before they gave Leylin a reply. The three-headed beast came forward, its goat head speaking as the human one showed a strange expression, "We accept, on the condition that you ensure the World Will honours its side."

"Of course!" Although he knew what this creature was scheming, Leylin still readily agreed.

"Very well… Upon our truesouls as beings of law, in the name of the astral plane…" The Lords of Calamity looked at each other and nodded their heads, making an oath with their truesouls. There was simply no pretense from the reverberation of the truesouls, and they also could not mask themselves in front of Leylin's power of original sin anyway.

"Alright!" Leylin turned around and looked at the endless void.

"O' Mighty Dreamscape, I will need you to honour this agreement!"

Rumble!* Boundless dreamforce gathered, forming a pair of furious eyes. The entire Dreamscape was seething in rage!

From the World Will's point of view, the successor of the Nightmare Absorbing Physique was supposed to kill these Lords of Calamity. Yet here he was, making agreements with them instead. This was blatant betrayal!

Purplish-gold lightning made of origin force converged in the area, possessing enough power to destroy beings of law. The crimson runes on Leylin's body writhed, as if wanting to break free.

Rumble!* A mighty bolt of destruction crashed down, and the three-headed creature sniggered, "Haha… You're just a lackey reared by the World Will, and you actually want it to subjugate? The World Will is strong enough to take your bloodline back and not allow you to ever resurrect… Everyone, attack now! This Nightmare Absorbing Physique has a death wish!"

The human face of the creature guffawed. As for the green snake head, it opened its giant jaws and the laws of corrosion formed an acid rain.

"Don't you think I'm aware of your thoughts?" However, Leylin remained extremely calm under the double team of the lightning and rain, rendering the other Lords of Calamity uneasy, "I am different from the Nightmare King. All of my powers are of my own, and that is the same for dreamforce…"

He reached out, and a platinum barrier formed around him. The origin force armour that could repel World Wills showed its prowess, pushing Dreamscape back as the power of original sin rumbled behind his back. The Nightmare Hydra roared, continuous streams of attacks shooting forth from its nine heads to destroy the lightning in the skies.

"Don't think that you can control me like you did the Nightmare King!" Leylin had always enjoyed freedom, so how could he have been made an example of by the World Will?

Having obtained dreamforce at its peak, Leylin had constantly conducted research into absolving himself of the World Will, controlling the crests and troughs of the energy himself. With his power nearing the peak of rank 8 and his being within the World of Gods, Dreamscape had found out about it too late.

Right now, Leylin wished to suppress the Lords of Calamity and the World Will, becoming an arbitrator between the two parties. The power of original sin rumbled and repelled the dreamforce, causing the clouds in the skies to dissipate.

Having repelled the World Will, Leylin turned around and faced the three-headed beast.

"What are you trying to do? I…I…I…" The green snake head muttered, and the black goat head looked at Leylin in disbelief. It had never imagined that the Nightmare Absorbing Physique formed of dreamforce could repel the World Will itself!

"Impossible!" it raged silently, but it was too late.

"Watch, this is the outcome of betrayal." Prideguard was activated, forming a silver-white armour around Leylin's body strong enough to repel the attacks of some beings of law. Leylin moved through the corrosive rain unaffected, turning Seven Sins into a morning star that roared mightily as it landed on the creature.

Boosted by the Blessing of Greed and Fury Amplification, a mountainous force smashed the human head down in an instant, following up with the other two heads as well. Massacre Amplification and Death's Decree erased all traces of the creature's existence, completely removing any chances of its revival.

Gulp!* *Gulp!* The Lords of Calamity just stared blankly as Leylin's mace devoured the flesh of the beast, augmented by Gluttony's Devouring and Sloth's Recovery. Even his armour was repairing itself.

What had they just seen? One of their strongest fighters had been killed by Leylin just like that?

"I don't feel any of the black goat's aura… It has three lives, and was supposed to be able to be reborn in filth…" The thundergiant grew extremely conflicted. Although she'd never liked that creature, she did acknowledge its power. However, it had died just like that! Its chances of revival were taken out, and it had been done in for good!

"So, who's next?" Having restored his peak dreamforce, Leylin looked around in satisfaction at the fearful faces of the Lords of Calamity.

"We will comply to your wishes, mighty Nightmare King!" The Eye Emissary yielded first, bowing towards Leylin with newfound sincerity.

"Don't call me the Nightmare King, I am the Lord of Original Sin, the controller of all evil across the astral plane." Leylin tossed the remaining carcass of the creature into the void, "Don't act like I'm bullying you, hurry and eat it."

The greatest difference of a World Will from a mortal was that it was an artificial intelligence, caring only about benefits. Seeing that it couldn't take Leylin down, and with something to gain from the agreement with the Lords of Calamity, it would acknowledge reality.

Space ground the body apart like a millstone, using the creature's energy to replenish the world.

'Giving your leftovers to send the World Will away, that's really…' the other Lords of Calamity criticised Leylin quietly, but they very soon changed their attitudes, "Mighty Lord of Original Sin, you are the arbitrator between us…"

"In my name of the Lord of Original Sin, I promise to bind both the Lords of Calamity and the World Will of Dreamscape together fairly, all for the sake of the world's development…" Leylin raised three fingers of his right hand and swore an oath. His voice was imposing yet dignified, and the dark path of original sin that had traces of blood rumbled behind him.

"With my path as a witness…"

Rumble!* The entire Dreamscape trembled, as if excited upon seeing a new future, and it cheered…

Powerful dreamforce circled around Leylin, peaking with the support of the world. It turned denser in colour, as a sort of innate change occurred within it. It turned into a higher power, containing an indescribable strength. It was like all of the world's evil and dreams had been fused together, surging into Leylin's path of original sin and making it look even more perfect than before.

"Nightmare force!" The Eye Emissary exclaimed. This was the peak of the World Will's essence, something even the peak rank 8 Nightmare King hadn't been granted in the past…

Be it the Lords of Calamity or the Nightmare King, they had only a vague understanding that nightmare force was the essence of the world. Even if they were the spawn of the world, they could not receive the power of nightmare force. Leylin had instead obtained it through his own powers!

The Lords of Calamity stared at Leylin, each with different feelings…Each of the Nine Hells in Leylin's divine kingdom had been separated up in an orderly manner, large groups of petitioners scurrying around the place performing their own tasks. Everything was being built up for the future, and this divine kingdom of epic proportions gave them the best protection. Disasters wrought havoc in the prime material plane, and the gods were restless, giving them valuable time to carry out their missions.

Leylin's clones walked out of the borders of his divine kingdom, where Mother Core's clone had been waiting for some time.

"This new power that you speak of is about to come?" Mother Core looked at Leylin.

"Of course, do wait and see…" The clone laughed in reply, opening a passage in the crystal sphere.

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Mortal Realm

Rumble!* The sheer number of rank 8 auras that appeared at that moment caused Mother Core to be startled. "The power of calamity… You managed to get the Lords of Calamity on your side?"

Leylin only smiled, shifting the conversation as several powerful figures passed the crystal sphere to enter the World of Gods.

"The World of Gods… A place of eternal obscurities and mysteries. The Final War has begun once more…" The Eye Emissary and Molina led six more Lords of Calamity into Baator, standing proudly in the void.

Just the gathering of such powers caused calamity to spread throughout their surroundings, causing space itself to wail. Having reached an agreement with the World Will, their powers had been restored. Free of their constraints, they no longer had to seal themselves in that jail of a world.

Leylin, the arbitrator of the contract, was someone neither side wanted to offend. He could suppress the World Will himself, and with nightmare force his power had only increased. The Lords of Calamity came along as free help.

"These eight are about as strong as intermediate evil gods. Combined, they have the power to topple an entire continent…" Leylin smiled.

Of course, he didn't oppress or exploit the Lords of Calamity. He was working together with them to gain more benefits. Dreamscape had given them a tremendous supply of energy to restore their powers, and now they had to go look for resources to replenish the world's origin force. What better a place to plunder than the World of Gods?

There were two other people here alongside the eight Lords of Calamity. One of them was a young lady with extremely fair skin, her face quite exquisite and impish. She surveyed the world around her, and eventually sighed, "The World of Gods… I've returned…"

This was Shar, the goddess-turned-Magus who had come to rule the Shadow World. She had become Leylin's subordinate after being forced into submission, being brought here for the war.

"Hmph…" Another young lady harrumphed from beside Shar. She had a bewitching expression on her face, looking more mature than her companion as each strand of her hair hissed quietly in the air.

"And the Snake Dowager!" Mother Core recognised this familiar face.

The Snake Dowager did not dare to be tardy when speaking to this peak rank 8 Magus, and she bowed slightly, "Mighty Protector of Earth! We meet once again…"

"Ten rank 8 Magi, together with your clone and Magus body…" Mother Core was now completely in shock.

This force could have helped them greatly in the last battle. Now, it was even more important to her, being able to influence the entire war.

"And you…. Your path is already perfect, and you can advance to the peak of rank 8 at any time you want…" Mother Core looked at Leylin with a complex expression. Although she'd regarded Leylin highly, she'd never thought he'd come to be of the same realm as her so quickly. His strength could not be ignored.

"Mm… The nightmare force completed my foundation. Now all I have to do is completely devour Asmodeus' essence, fusing all my laws together to form the perfect law of original sin…"Leylin didn't bother to conceal his path and plans, there was nothing now that could stop him. "I won't participate in the war before I'm at the peak of rank 8, and nor will they…"

Leylin pointed at the ten rank 8s following him, and none of them raised an objection. This surprised Mother Core even more; she'd originally thought they were just allies, but he had astonishing control over them so it couldn't be. With eleven rank 8 Magi now standing guard at Baator, even greater gods could do nothing about Leylin's advance.

This was an absolute confidence, garnered from the strength Leylin blatantly displayed. Each of these existences would be of great use to entire factions!

"I'm about to finish up with my preparations, how are things on your end?" Leylin looked at Mother Core.

"You can be at ease. I already called out to the World Will, it's slowly recovered over time and will be ready. The World of Gods was injured once again recently, so it'll be at a disadvantage." Mother Core's eyes reflected the depths of the Magus World, "We're in the process of preparing the spell formation to bring the will here. Five Magi of laws are standing guard, and we'll soon be able to bring the Magus World's will into the World of Gods immediately, changing the laws of this world…"

The few sentences that Mother Core spoke revealed a groundbreaking plan. The audacious Magi actually wanted to bring the Magus World's World Will into this world, destroying the Overgod in one blow!

"It's hard to predict success, but even in the worst case both parties will suffer grave injuries which will reduce the suppression on us."

Leylin naturally knew what these Magi were planning. Just like the gods, they didn't want their World Will to awaken completely. Even he wasn't willing to just let the World Will wake up and suppress him. He thus had no objections to their general plan.

"Alright. I'll enter a long period of seclusion now. I'll leave this to you…" A phantom of the Nightmare Hydra appeared, bringing Leylin's Magus body to the deepest parts of his divine kingdom.

"Let's go, everyone." The A.I. Chip's clone body had already reached the peak of intermediate godhood. Bringing the ten others, it shot into his divine kingdom like a shooting star. Even without the defence of a divine kingdom this lineup would put fear in the heart of any god.

'He'll most likely be peak rank 8 the next time he appears…' Mother Core looked at the divine kingdom, and light flashed in her eyes before she slowly vanished into the void.

All these events had been noticed by the gods. However, a force of eleven intermediate gods with the additional support of two greater gods and a divine kingdom derailed all their plans. Even Tyr and Lathander wouldn't dare to fight them within Leylin's divine kingdom.

As for Distorted Shadow, all traces of him had vanished. Nobody knew what he was scheming…

The plague in the prime material plane continued to spread, and the plans to move the worshippers into the divine kingdom had begun. The Filthy Evil Eye and the Chaos Lord stirred up even more havoc in the Abyss, joined by new beings of law as they headed deeper and deeper.

The aftershocks of dazzling fights lit up the skies of the various worlds, but Baator remained abnormally silent. Leylin immersed himself into finalising and perfecting his path of original sin, and the others had their own tasks to carry out. His clone managed everything else well.Within the prime material plane, Doron struggled to bring the last of his belongings to a cart and tie them with a rope.

He felt like all the events of the recent past were a dream. Having expressed their rage, the burly man and Red Nose had disappeared. Farmers and even more thugs surrounded Old Holdman's villa, taking everything. Not even the door was left behind.

They'd plundered everything in sight before setting the house on fire, reducing it to nothing. Doron pitifully dragged himself back home, hiding in there endlessly in fear that guards would barge into his house and hang him at any moment.

After several days of silence, he had realised one fact. The lord had forgiven them, not arresting them at all. The event caused him to kneel on the ground and pray to the gods for their blessings.

However, everything in Old Holdman's house had been recovered a few days later. Doron then realised that his life hadn't changed in the slightest, the same as the rest of the thugs.

However, Doron was simply unable to comprehend it. That mountain of barley and grain, the gold and silver cutlery, that stack of gemstones… Where had they all gone?

He suddenly diverted all of his anger into a pawn shop in the town, but he didn't dare to take action. After all, the pawn shops were owned by a powerful lord.

Speaking of that lord, Doron remembered that villa that had been razed to the ground. Everything that Old Hoffman had owned now belonged to the him. Somehow, such a normal thing now angered him to no end.

"Those noble lords… They would rather watch the people die of hunger and sickness, and are not willing to even give a bronze coin away…" Normally, he would not harbour such treacherous thoughts, but it was different now…

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Migration

Doron raised his head, looking at the murky dark skies. Crows were circling above his head, an omen of death.

A powerful plague had swept across their town once Old Holdman passed away. Some said it was a curse cast by the resentful wizard just before he died. No matter how much Doron was unwilling to believe it, it was true that the plague had caused many deaths. Even his best friend Mitch had fallen, and he was only saved from the brink of death due to Priest Rockefeller returning.

"Thank you, Lord Ilmater, for allowing Priest Rockefeller to return, and remove this curse from me…" he prayed piously.

If not for the village priest returning, he would've had to report to the underworld. He believed this had to be decreed by the Lord! If not for him, why would Priest Rockefeller to return to them and cleanse them of the plague for free?

However, he was extremely regretful that he had to leave this place of birth, his home.

"Listen, in the name of the churches… Everybody of Blackwood Village has to move to the county town and wait for further commands…" A knight ordered.

Doron looked around his cart. There were a few scattered villagers around, each carrying heavy bags like ants coming together.

This was the decree of the Lord, and the reason Priest Rockefeller had returned. All of Ilmater's worshippers were to be moved to the county town, an order that made Doron feel like the feudal lord had gone crazy when he first heard it. Were there enough homes there for them to live in?

Rockefeller had promised them that there were. As the plans for migration began, the members of the cities were given priority before the villagers.

"Wuu… My Lord, look at the wheat here first… They've grown so well… Let Old York reap them before leaving…" A farmer was carried out of the fields by a knight. He was holding onto the knight's thighs, begging him to be allowed to stay.

"No means no, do you want to disobey the Lord's order?" The armoured knight kicked the farmer away in annoyance.

Truth be told even the knight found the lord's orders odd. After all, his own manor and lands were located here as well. However, this had been decreed by both the church and the state, and they'd promised to compensate him for his losses. If not for that, he would not have complied.

'I should be given at least twice the lands I have now!' he thought with resolution. He grew louder and more violent with the villagers, scolding or even whipping them if he was unhappy.

"One by one, be inspected by the priest…" The end of the village road was swamped with carts containing the young, the old, and the disabled. Rockefeller had brought a batch of new priests and acolytes along, standing by the road and inspecting the health of every villager with a fever or bloody cough.

Those who had been diagnosed or suspected to have the plague were quarantined, and the people who passed were reportedly handed medicine that was said to repel any plagues.

The fear of the deadly plague was strong enough reason for the villagers to migrate. If some still wanted to stay of their own free will after all these rounds of intervention, the lords and the priests wouldn't bother with them anymore.

"The numbers are here, Father. Over a thousand out of the 4382 villagers have died, and the final number of those willing to migrate is 2900." An acolyte brought a parchment with a report on it to Rockefeller. He had round glasses on his face that seemed somewhat comical, but his report was given solemnly.

"Almost three thousand worshippers huh? Very well, continue!" Rockefeller nodded his head in appreciation. He looked at the snaking queue, making up his mind, 'These worshippers of our Lord must definitely be moved to a safe place!'

After the discussion in the Celestial Hall, the gods had all made it a priority for their churches to move their worshippers into their divine kingdoms. Separating the worshippers by god and moving them proved to be an extremely complicated process, troubling even the almighty gods themselves. Such big movements couldn't ever be completed without several hundred years.

The Magi wouldn't give them such time. Plague after plague struck the prime material plane, ravaging the lands and killing countless lives. Several rounds of discussion later, the gods had just decided to demarcate areas and move everyone within.

Towns like Blackwood Village with only one god were easy to move, which is why they were the first to be moved. Rockefeller had been sent back to the village to perform this task.

"Why, Priest Rockefeller, why… I am devoted to the Lord, but my son and daughter were taken from me… Why?" An old man in ragged clothing appeared at this instant, kneeling before Rockefeller as he cried.

"How dare you!" The priests and acolytes of the church grew furious. Saying such a thing in the open was blasphemy!

"Have faith… The almighty god of suffering wants us to push through this turbulent times…" Rockefeller waved the soldiers away, personally bringing the man to his feet, "Appropriate measures of agony are needed… Our Lord is kind and benevolent, he will forgive this small mistake of yours…"

Rockefeller was a complete priest, and held the highest position here. His word was law.

"Oh… God, I have sinned…" The white-haired old man weeped even louder than before, causing Doron to feel sorry for him from the side.

That small crooked body reminded him of something he'd tried to forget. He shook his head and managed to push his cart forward. Just then, Rockefeller's voice entered his ears.

"This tribulation is not something that the gods gave mankind. It is instead the beginning of the end."

"The end?" Doron was startled, and he halted unconsciously.

"Plague, war, famine, death… These are things long recorded in the prophecies of the church…" Light glowed from Rockefeller's face, causing him to look even more holy than before.

"The end of the world is fast approaching, and evils of foreign worlds have infiltrated our lands. Only the most pious of worshippers will receive salvation, obtaining eternal life in the divine kingdoms of the gods…"

Rockefeller's proclamation of the end of the world had been prepared by the church after a long period of work. The scenario it described frightened Doron out of his wits.

So the plague that they had experience was not the end, but just the beginning. Under such an influence of the proclamation, coupled with the threat of the plague and death, even the free spirits now obeyed orders and hurried along to the county town.

Rockefeller's proclamation continued, "These evils will infiltrate our earth and plunder everything we have. Life, flesh, and souls… These perpetrators of the end, these reapers of death… They are called Magi!"

After many millennia, the taboo of the Magi finally began to circulate around the World of Gods once more. The Second Dusk was fast approaching!Black County Castle was only a day and a half of a horse ride from Blackwood Village. It was where Mitch had worked as a servant to Mystra's church, a place Doron had visited once before in his life. When he saw the tall limestone walls, Doron heaved a sigh of relief. He had never expected that this journey would feel this long.

He looked around apprehensively, noticing the tired and weary villagers. Some of them were even injured, and the group looked like refugees from a disaster.

This poorly formed procession of villagers would never cover much in a day of travel. Even Doron himself had tossed away many of his belongings. With the mess of this migration, many bandit groups had tried to rob them along the way. There were too few guards and priests to protect them completely.

A bandit had even charged up to Doron himself once, something the carpenter never wanted to experience again in his life.

"We can move to the divine kingdom of the Lord now that we're here, obtaining eternal life?" Doron's resolution had only lasted this far because of Rockefeller's constant boasting about the divine kingdom. However, very soon he discovered that he had been thinking too much.

Bang! Bang! Bang!* There were large groups of troops around the city walls, all carrying spears that put great pressure on the villagers.

"Listen up! There's too many people coming over, so there will be a queue. Nobles will have priority, before villagers with an identity. As for the rest, wait outside the walls…" Many knights were shouting orders from horseback as they moved around the group.

There were simply far too many tents outside the city right now, making it seem like a massive refugee camp. Priests could be seen from time to time, casting spells or passing medicine on. Temporary church buildings glowed with a golden light, protecting the area around the city.

The churches protected the people from the plagues. If not for them, with the weak immunity of these refugees and the large numbers of people, the plague would reap all of them and ruin the gods' plans.

"Alright then… Nobles first…" The carriage of the lord slowly entered the city, as Doron watched on outside. He didn't know why, but the fires in his heart blazed even stronger.

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Peak

Doron felt like there was an endless sea of people around him, more than he'd ever seen in his life. Villagers continued to stream in towards the city from the regions nearby, quickly forming a grave problem with law and order.

The food in the city was limited, so the villagers had to find ways to feed themselves. Almost every day there were some corpses being carried out of the refugee camps. In such harsh conditions, Doron waited another two weeks before it was his turn.

"Listen up! Across you is the divine kingdom of the Lord, Ilmater. Listen to the valiant spirits and petitioners when you enter…" A bishop was stood upon a platform, a large gate radiating golden light beside him. The church ordered the refugees into a line, having them make their way to the gates.

'Behind that gate is endless fertile soil, free from plagues and disaster…' Doron looked at the people ahead of him and the golden gate, eyes brimming with hope and longing. Finally, it was his turn.

'New life, here I come…' His eyes had grown wet. He sighed, preparing to bid farewell to his former life.

Rumble!* It was then that a massive earthquake occurred.

"What's happening?" Doron was knocked to the ground. He looked on blankly as his surroundings turned dark. A winged serpent with nine heads blotted out the sun as it projected a shadow on the ground.

The entire prime material plane trembled, and the gods seethed in fury. It was at that moment that the connection between the Celestial Planes and the prime material plane was cut off.

Looking at the golden gate shatter, Doron cried out in utter despair, "NOOOOO!"Some time ago, within Leylin's divine kingdom in the Nine Hells.

Shar slowly walked into Leylin's church, looking at the clone seated on his throne, "I'm done with the construction of the Shadow Weave. The wizards can only download rank 9 spells and below right now, but that should be enough…"

The impish girl handed over a ball of purple essence to Kukulkan. Even now, the fact that a mere clone wasn't weaker than her let her understand clearly just how freakishly strong Leylin was.

"The core of the Shadow Weave?" The clone took the orb with a half-smile on its face, staring at the former goddess.

Leylin had originally thought Shar would have some problems with a war against the gods, but it seemed like she didn't care much about that. Put another way, her one desire was conquest, and she was especially happy to receive the inheritance of her dead rival.

"You've done well…" Blue light flashed in the A.I. Chip clone's eyes, and the core was scanned in one glance. Then, under Shar's surprised expression, he tossed the core back to her.

"Finish rebuilding it, and have the Shadow Weave replace the original. You have more experience in this than me…" The clone smiled gently at Shar, "I'll leave the matter of recruiting the wizards to you as well."

"…." Shar cast a complicated gaze at Leylin.

He'd asked her to build the Shadow Weave once more and recruit wizards to their side! A few moments of thinking easily told her how much she could gain from such a thing.

Even if the Shadow Weave didn't grow to be as strong as the Weave that was shared amongst the gods, and the wizards would face a great loss, those who were left were still enough to support an intermediate god. Leylin had granted her such a thing so easily!

Shar remained silent for a while, finally asking, "You broke through?"

"The path of original sin does not confound me at all…" Leylin replied in a profound manner.

"Go… Take the remaining wizards under your wing… Careful with those who have too much faith. We don't want you becoming a god again…" Leylin warned.

Shar nodded and walked out expressionlessly, only leaving behind a divine clone that looked at the phantom in the sky. Given her abilities, it was easy for her to inherit Mystra's position and build a coalition of wizards. After all, she'd been a Goddess of Magic herself in the past, and she understood the World of Gods like the back of her hand. She'd be able to complete this task quite smoothly.

Furthermore, even if the wizards were useless for now their knowledge and wisdom remained intact. With experience in spellcasting, they also had a tremendous trove of knowledge. Being in dire straits, as long as Shar tossed a few bones down the alley they would pounce over like hungry mongrels.

These wizards still had their strengths, and once they had recovered their spell slots, they would regain their standing in the prime material plane. With Leylin's body advancing to the peak of rank 8, equivalent to greater gods, he needed to make preparations for war.A loud hiss resounded within the depths of Baator, all negative emotions being consumed without end by the Nightmare Hydra. The power of emotions became a black mist that shrouded the space nearby.

The power of emotions condensed to a liquid form in the centre of the mist, encasing a black mountain made of crystal. Leylin's eyes opened up from within, his aura now more profound and unfathomable.

"The path of original sin represents all the evil in the world. Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Pride, Lust, Sloth and Envy… As long as intelligent life is present in the astral plane, these sins will never cease… The seven deadly sins will provoke massacre, resulting in death… This cycle shares its life with the very astral plane itself…"

Leylin felt something profound at that moment, the path of original sin appearing behind him with an explosion. It seemed to embody all the evil in the world, reaching a perfect form.

The Nightmare Hydra hissed once more, as amber light flew out of its jaws. The essence of Asmodeus was sealed within in the form of a bug, containing the root of all evil.

"The core of the seven sins, the last item of evil I need to fuse into my path of original sin… The Supreme of the Nine Hells, Asmodeus!" The path of original sin surged forward, devouring Asmodeus whole.

"NO!" Asmodeus let out one last roar as he was being devoured, but that was futile. The power of original sin completely dissolved and decomposed him, ridding him of impurities as a dark glow of light representing the essence of evil blended into Leylin's path.

[Beep!]

The path of original sin was now complete and flawless. Leylin's truesoul rejoiced, merging completely with his path.

"Now… Nightmare force, fuse!" The more powerful version of dreamforce shifted easily under Leylin's control, flooding into the river of original sin. It refined his main body, making him capable of resisting the attacks of origin force itself. The path of original sin was like the path of the very world!

"From this moment forth, I am Original Sin. As long as the power of the seven sins remains, I shall never perish!" A ringing filled the universe as the perfected path of original sin transformed into a giant Leylin with a tattoo of the Nightmare Hydra on its back. All of Leylin's laws came alive, his body filling up with their strength and causing many worlds to tremble.

[Beep! Host has perfected the path of original sin, advancing to peak rank 8…] [Beep! Host's soul has undergone a transformation, system upgrade in progress…]

The A.I. Chip that was akin to Leylin's soul gave him some alerts before going silent. Leylin couldn't feel how much time had passed before it booted up once more, perhaps it was a day or perhaps it was several years.

[Beep! System upgrade complete. Law database completed, beginning research on laws of spacetime…

Host has advanced to peak rank 8. Stats have changed, recalculating…]

Leylin's stats were refreshed in an instant.

[Name: Leylin Farlier, Rank 8 Warlock (Limit).

Bloodline: Nine-Headed Nightmare Hydra (Complete)

Strength: 90. Agility: 100. Vitality: 130. Spiritual force: 200.

Soul Status: Soul of Original Sin (Peak).

Laws: Devouring (100%), Massacre (100%), Death (100%), Greed (100%), Wrath (100%), Pride (100%), Lust (100%), Sloth (100%), Envy (100%)

Path: Original Sin (Perfect)

Innate Talent: World Devouring.

Abilities: Dreamscape Vision, Origin Force Detection, Illusion Proficiency, Warp Reality, Epic Massacre, Death's Decree.]

Leylin took a quick glance at his stats. He was overweeningly powerful now, far surpassing even greater gods, but he was more concerned with the other information that was displayed. 'Almost everything says I'm at the peak… Does that mean I've walked to the end of my path as a Magus?'

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Devouring

The path of Magi was a path of truth, each and every step wrought with peril. Many, many worlds of all sizes and powers existed in the astral plane, but few could climb to the peak. A peak rank 8 had reached the limit of all aspects, leaving no more room to grow.

The only way to advance further was to use their own bodies to nurture the power of spacetime, successfully advancing to become rank 9 Grand Magi. Fail and one would be wiped from the sands of time completely, without even a chance to resurrect.

"My path shall not stop at the peak of rank 8. I WILL become a rank 9 Magus, an immortal being that transcends all existence!" Leylin's giant figure shrunk back down to the size of a normal human being. The dark mist turned into a regal robe that draped itself around him.

"The Lord of Original Sin!" Everyone congratulated Leylin upon his return. His advancement caused waves of energy to ripple throughout the astral plane, his proclamation as the Lord of Original Sin being heard by every being of laws. There was no pretense in the congratulations of Mother Core and the rest, only containing respect for truth and improvement.

"You've waited long enough," Leylin said with an apologetic face, seeing the suppressed killing intent in the Lords of Calamity, "But now, we may rejoice. The real battle is about to begin!"

Leylin had promised Mother Core that he would participate in the Final War once he advanced to the peak of rank 8. Now was the time to fulfill that promise!

Boom!* The perfect power of original sin spread out from Leylin's arms, turning into a crimson-veined darkness.

The Lords of Calamity avoided his gaze with fervour. Seeing Leylin seemed to remind them of their worst nightmares. The same went even for Mother Core, her large eye shifting away as she didn't dare to make eye contact.

"Innate spell— Nine-Headed Nightmare Hydra Transformation!" Leylin's body was wrapped up by the power of original sin, expanding as it morphed into the physical form of the Nightmare Hydra. As the primogenitor of the entire bloodline, each piece of his flesh was incomparably real.

Hiss!* The Nightmare hydra spread apart its nine pairs of wings, blotting out the entire world as it vanished from the divine kingdom. The black mist whizzed through the air, roaming freely around the lower planes as he reached the Barrens of Doom and Despair.

Leylin followed the oozing river, flying across the Fugue Plane before the gods could even react. He'd reached the end of the Barrens of Doom and Despair in an instant, arriving at a large door located at the Peaks of Flame.

The Nightmare Hydra roared as its nine serpent heads spat out the powers of laws, immediately blasting the large gate into bits. It continued moving all the while, not even stopping at the entrance.The gods entered a frenzy the moment the Nightmare Hydra crossed the gates. It was like a calamity had befell them.

"It's the nightmare of the gods! The Night Serpent is here!" Many avatars arrived at the Celestial Hall, their eyes filled with worry.

"The final prophecy of the Goddess of Prophecy before her fall, the Serpent of the End… Are we at the end times?" Oghma clutched his beard in vexation.

"Forget why he knows about the secret in the Barrens of Doom and Despair, do we have the time to get there?" The Morninglord was someone who believed in action.

"No… That area is the end of all things. Teleporting there is impossible even for deities, and it's the same for the oozing river and the Fugue Plane…" another greater god answered.

"Then why could he traverse those lands so quickly?" Lathander frowned, and Tyr did as well.

"Because his speed already surpasses all of us. He represents the end of everything, containing the same essence as the Barrens of Doom and Despair. He won't be suppressed by the oozing river and the Fugue Plane…" Oghma collapsed to the ground in despair. "We can only hope that the final guardian will emerge victorious…"

All the gods cast their gazes behind the door, despair and more complicated emotions filling their faces.*Boom!* Past the door was a land of unimaginable heat and blazing fires. A boundless ball of fire floated in front of Leylin, radiating large amounts of heat.

"The sun…" The Nightmare Hydra roared in indignation, activating the power of Prideguard. The heat that could melt all metals didn't affect Leylin one bit.

"Let's follow the prophecies of the gods then, and end the world!" The Nightmare Hydra roared and moved forward.

"Wait, Magus!" Just as Leylin was about to take action, another massive figure walked through the door and stopped him in his tracks.

This was evidently a god, yet he took on the figure of a beast like a gigantic monster. The golden light radiating from his body was at the peak of power, and he gave off an ancient, archaic aura.

"The Father of Dinosaurs, Creator of Chult, Ubtao! You've been missing for millennia from the Church of Nature… So this is where you were all this while…" Leylin's voice sounded from the hydra's central head.

"To stop the Serpent of the End and protect the world is my calling!" Even if this monstrous god looked extremely malevolent, he actually radiated the power of justice and hope.

"Guarding the sun and protecting the world may be righteous to you, I admit. But… Defeating the entire World of Gods and winning the war for the Magi is true righteousness for me…" Leylin had nothing much to say to someone who stood on the enemy side.

HISS!* *ROAR!* Two massive figures collided in the void, the aftermath of their collision so strong even the sun had to avoid the energy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!* Space was destroyed in their fight, disintegrating into the tiniest of pieces as multiple worlds rumbled and roared. They hadn't felt such destructive force since the dusk of the gods.

"You are indeed a powerful god of ancient times, but your time is over. You can't compare to me in any aspect, Ubtao…" The Nightmare Hydra roared, and under Leylin's powers of original sin Ubtao's body was riddled with holes. The peak of a path's power, replenished continuously from the beings of the entire astral plane, let Leylin exceed the peak of rank 8 in power. Even Distorted Shadow in his prime would have to give way to him!

"Protecting the world is the mission the overgod gave me." The powerful beast roared out, a raging aura forming at its jaws.

"Stubborn…" The Nightmare Hydra opened its jaws, chomping down hard on Ubtao. A crimson light appeared from the vertical pupil, entering Ubtao's head.

"Ubtao!" The fortified defences of Ubtao's soul were corroded away just like that, and Leylin appeared in front of him with Seven SIns in hand.

Leylin roared out, swinging a large battle axe down on Ubtao's truesoul. A forthright middle-aged man parried the attack, using a dinosaur claw that looked like a crossblade.

"Wrath!" Leylin shouted just one word in the moment of the collision. The head of wrath appeared behind him, causing Ubtao to lose his concentration. Although his soul could not be corrupted by Leylin, a momentary lapse of awareness was a fatal mistake in such a high-level fight.

Boom!* Seven Sins broke the dinosaur claw apart, continuing downwards as it pierced into Ubtao's skull. It carried the powers of Death and Massacre, destroying everything.

Boom! Boom!* Ubtao's truesoul was destroyed, followed by his body constructed with divine force. An ancient god fell just like that, causing multiple worlds to weep.

"No one, no thing can stop me!" The Nightmare Hydra howled out, heading above the sun.

The sun of the World of Gods was quite different from the other stars of the astral plane. It was extremely large and hot, almost as big as a world! It was projected into multiple different planes, providing a continuous stream of energy to the Celestial Planes and the prime material plane.

It was at this moment that a dark shadow appeared above it.

"Innate spell— World Devouring!" The Nightmare Hydra body grew incomparably large, and its nine heads formed into one huge maw, hissing as a terrifying stormy black hole appeared at the Devouring Serpent's head. Heat could not escape, nor could small particles, not even light could escape this!

The black hole grew larger and larger, growing into the maw of a beast that swallowed the entire sun whole!

Boom!* Beings of multiple worlds saw a horrifying scene— A winged serpent which covered the skies had gulped the sun down!

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Lightkiller Bugs

The sun of the World of Gods represented the law of light, being the source of energy for most secondary planes. The prime material plane, the various outer planes, even the divine kingdoms of the gods had grown accustomed to harnessing its energy, making it a natural condition for many things to grow.

Such things were normally taken for granted. Only when it was lost would one experience true horror! Multiple worlds entered darkness when Leylin devoured the sun, causing many beings to weep and wail. They all prayed to the gods, but to no avail.

Lathander's face grew ashen in the Celestial Hall. He was the Morninglord, someone closely connected to the sun's glory. With the sun devoured, he suffered heavy injuries.

Crash!* His pedestal shattered immediately as he fell down the ranks. He'd become a lesser god in an instant, about to fall if not for several other greater gods helping him.

"Argh… My sun! Dendar!" He roared in rage once his divine force stabilised, his expression contorting.

However, several evil gods looked at him in a different manner. The Morninglord was someone at odds with evil, and he offended them regularly. If not for the Magus infiltration uniting them all, they would definitely have attacked and killed him right away.

Boom!* Multiple explosions sounded out in the Celestial Hall, as all the gods of the sun and light fell from grace. Lathander was actually lucky, several intermediate and lesser gods had just died immediately! It was like when the moon exploded, their fates extremely pitiable.

The gods in the Celestial Hall blanked out, unable to recover from the shock.

"Not good!" Oghma exclaimed, "Our plans to migrate our worshippers to our divine kingdoms… Even if we can create light and heat inside our divine kingdoms, we won't be able to fulfill the requirements… Our gates were built on the sun's energy, they'll need to be rebuilt!"

Divine kingdoms were supported by faith, but they also used several other energy sources as well. The sun was chief amongst them. Gods were extremely stingy beings, so they'd rather use convenient things like the sun and the Weave to reduce their consumption of divine force when they constructed their divine kingdoms.

With the ability to warp reality, gods could indeed create small suns in their divine kingdoms. However, this would consume divine force, a precious resource that came from the faith of their worshippers!

The prime material plane was wrought with disaster, and the Weave had been destroyed. The gods would have to struggle if they couldn't expend their resources at times like these, but Oghma had discovered that they were at a deadlock. They needed worshippers to win this war, but now they needed the power of faith to move their worshippers into their divine kingdoms… They didn't have the resources right now to do so, which meant their worshippers would dwindle as the prime material plane was wracked by disaster.

This vicious cycle was the root of Leylin's strategy, striking at the foundation of the gods and shattering it. His own divine kingdom was in Baator, and in the worst case he could just turn all his worshippers into devils. The worst that could happen was the loss of a puppet controlled by the A.I. Chip. On the other hand, the gods would have to give their very lives up!Doron sat paralysed on the ground within the prime material plane, unable to bother about the belongings that meant the world to him. He was staring up at the sky, his mouth wide open.

What had he just seen? Nine heads had suddenly appeared in the sky, merging into one and swallowing the sun! And then?

Darkness! Darkness enveloped the world, causing him to strain his eyes to see anything at all. He almost felt like he was dreaming.

The camp had descended into chaos. Wailing and weeping resounded throughout the city, the end of the world that the priests had warned them off had actually arrived! The innate fear that caused was enough for a person to suffer a mental breakdown!

"Don't panic, be still!" Holy light radiated from the priests' hands, barely illuminating their surroundings. Doron saw only fear on the faces of the others, some of them scared silly. The sun being swallowed was like the skies collapsing!

"Check the teleportation gate!" the bishop ordered.

The priests went up quickly, but after several failed attempts they reported back helplessly, "Not good… The door to the divine kingdom has been destroyed. The Lord's divine kingdom has shifted as well, so we'll need to relocate."

"Then what are you waiting for?!" The bishop frowned, but very soon his expression changed again.

"The Lord has sent a decree! Stop all plans to shift the worshippers…" Fear shrouded the bishop's face as he spoke of the holy decree word by word.

"What?" The priests were shaken. All along they'd believed that the Lord's divine kingdom would save them even if the prime material plane lost the sun and headed for doom. However, the plans had been halted. It was like they'd been kicked off the ark that was supposed to shelter them from the apocalypse!

The news wasn't kept secret, spreading very quickly. The refugees quickly began to howl and clamour, with even the paladins and knights unable to maintain order anymore. They themselves could no longer determine their own future and fate! There were even some who joined the ranks of the refugees in their outburst.

"Everyone, quiet! We…" The bishop saw things go south, but it was already too late to fix the situation. The clamour grew louder and louder, eventually becoming a violent mob. Doron was caught up as well.

A wave of rioters surged forth, stomping, kicking, and cursing incessantly. Many were trampled to death under the stampede, grabbing the priests and night in despair as they used any and every weapon available to them to vent their resentment and despair. Some officials were even torn to shreds.

The mob finally lit a large fire, tossing everyone who couldn't escape inside it. The priests and knights were gobbled up by the fire as the rioters watched their struggles in happiness.

Buzz!* Doron was at the outer perimeter of the rioters, still managing to maintain his rationality. It was at this moment that his ears picked up a large buzzing noise.

"Strange, what's that?" He raised his head, seeing a giant green bee in front of him. It opened its mouth, letting more bugs fall down.

"Argh!" The rioter closest to the fire had his face pierced by the vile bugs, each the size of a human head. Their sharp stings immediately pierced through his skin, causing him to leak blood profusely as he screamed in agony.

The wailing suddenly stopped. The bug had already pierced through his brain.

"Argh… Monster! MONSTER!" Screams resounded as everyone beat a retreat, clearing up the area quickly. Adventurers and soldiers moved forward, attacking the bodies of these bugs with sharp swords.

A corrosive green substance fell to the ground as the bugs died, but the few kills had no impact whatsoever. The bugs began to blot out the skies, with hundreds of thousands, even millions of them descending upon the prime material plane. Several Professionals were killed in a short time.

The buzzing continued to grow louder, coupling with the screams to form a sort of living hell.

"It's fire! They were attracted by the fire!" Doron's outstanding observational abilities led him to discover that there were more bugs gathered around the fire. He screamed out his discovery, dropping the torch in his hands as he ran into the darkness."Your Excellency Leylin, what do you think of this batch of Lightkiller Bugs?" A giant colony of hives had been erected within the marshlands of the prime material plane, giant green bugs swarming out from the hives.

Leylin was alongside Mother Core, looking at these bugs that blotted out the sky, destroying everything in their paths.

"This is a lower bound of the colony's strength. Once enough flesh and souls are harvested, it will evolve to produce stronger and stronger units comparable to Morning Stars and even Breaking Dawns… The strongest broodmothers could even become beings of law!" Mother Core seemed to be flaunting to Leylin.

"There's already forty different hives here. Our final target is to have them kill all the humans in the prime material plane…" she said indifferently. Even billions of lives were of no concern to an existence on her level.

"I really do have to thank you for your help." Mother Core was thankful for Leylin devouring the sun. Her innate speed couldn't let her enter the Barrens of Doom and Despair as fast or as easily as Leylin could from the Fugue Plane, so she'd only been able to watch on as Leylin completed the task.

"With you devouring the sun, our preparations are now complete…" Mother Core's massive figure appeared, and a killing intent emanated from her body. "In this Final War, we must destroy the glory of the gods!"

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Darkness

Darkness! Many worlds had been thrust into a sudden darkness.

The sun in the World of Gods was the core of many planes, and it was undoubtedly essential to the growth of many beings. Days after Leylin devoured it temperatures had plummeted down to 0 degrees in the various planes. The frigid cold seeped through the worlds, affecting the prime material plane greatest of all.

Without the radiance of the sun, life had entered a standstill. The gods lost a powerful source of energy, and were rendered unable to bring more worshippers into their divine kingdom. The survivors of the prime material plane would come to call this period the Dark Ages, a time ruled by death and solitude, famine and plague, a generation where all hope was lost.

Three days after the sun was devoured the prime material plane had turned into an icy hell. Large areas of growth withered within the month, dying without sunlight to nurture them. All food supplies were depleted by the year, as famine struck the world.

However, even the weakest and smallest of lives were astonishingly resilient. The creatures of the prime material plane were like cockroaches in the darkness, eking out an existence even as civilisation was replaced by savagery. Even the beloved humans turned into barbarians.

Year 5 of the Dark Ages, where Faulen Island had been located in the past.

A portal opened up from Baator, and Leylin's figure stepped out. Although this was just a clone, the might of a being of law was still enough to shake the lands.

"It's already become like this?" His mind scanned his family's lands in but a moment. The pearl of the south was now filled with death, the grey limestone walls dusty and about to break. Skeletons littered the ground, with absolutely no traces of human life in the vicinity. Even other creatures were few and far between.

Chirp!* Several black figures scrambled out of a pile of bones, blinking their large green eyes. Their pupils were like two jade flames in the darkness as they looked around and hurriedly left the area.

"Rats?" Leylin expressed kindness and gentility to such weak creatures that would never be able to harm him. If not, a tiny bit of his Magus radiation would kill all life here.

"Adaptation to the environment is necessary, huh?" Leylin recorded the figures of those rats in his A.I. Chip. They were ten times as large as they were before the Dark Ages, the fur changing colour from black to more grey as it grew thicker to keep them warm.

"The mutation is too fast… just a few years. Is this happening under the influence of the laws in the world? The Overgod is still unwilling to see the prime material plane perish just like that…" Leylin sighed.

Evolution normally required tens or even hundreds of thousands of years, determined by the natural environment of the creature. However, even though it was sleeping, the World Will could bring about such changes much faster, giving the inhabitants of the world a chance to adapt to their surroundings. As the rats scurried away, the change was now more evident than before.

"So the animals had their genetics adjusted to the environment… But the humans seem to be a little bit slower…" The island told Leylin enough to extrapolate to the current situation of the world. "The gods are paying more attention, it seems like they still want to migrate their worshippers…"

Leylin's motive of devouring the sun wasn't just to destroy the prime material plane. The World of Gods had a unique system of laws to it, in which the sun had played an extremely important part. Its loss was like a building losing its foundation, causing many mysterious changes like the shift of spacetime coordinates.

This affected the divine kingdoms as well. The gods fumbled to find the new coordinates of their divine kingdoms, unable to attend to the changes in the prime material plane. It had taken them years to regain their bearing, stabilising their own camps in the prime material plane before beginning to launch a counterattack.

Leylin's clone came to the prime material plane under such circumstances, exploring the changes caused by the Dark Ages and the influence of the gods on the land.

"Desolate… Incomparably desolate…" The clone retracted all the radiance of its aura, looking just like a regular wizard as he made his way towards the continent.

Even the depths of the ocean had few creatures now. Even as the perpetrator, Leylin released a sigh as he saw these circumstances. Of course, there was a limit to his sympathy, it wasn't like he'd make a different decision if the events played out the same way. The only good gods to the Magi were those who'd fallen, so they would take all measures to weaken their opponents.The disorderly survivors in the mainland were unaware of the events in the southern seas, and even if they did they wouldn't care one bit. Right now, they'd already grown completely numb to everything.

Surviving and fighting were their only concerns, civilisation forgotten as savagery took its place. The glory of the prime material plane was gone in a mere few years, onle leaving behind zombies in its wake.

"I'm going out!" Doron gripped the jacket and leather armour on his body. The dirty leather gave off a putrid stench, filled with traces of blood. However, despite the number of patches on it, he hugged his buffed jacket tightly, giving him a bit of warmth in the frigid cold.

"Come back safely!" a voice sounded from the short room behind him, a pair of beautiful eyes in the doorway. The eyes seemed to fill his body with vigour and strength, making him forget all regrets as he left the hut and strode forward.

The icy winds whistled, the walls of the city encased in a layer of ice that caused Doron's memories to switch to his warm hut. However, the hunger he felt right now reminded him of something; it wasn't just himself, the lady waiting for him back home would die of hunger if he couldn't find anything.

"Damn it!" Doron cursed, clenching the only valuable item he owned, a gleaming sword, and walking forward.

He'd been living this life ever since the Dark Ages, thinking many times that this was only a nightmare. However, this nightmare was so long it caused him to weep.

He'd only found the secret of the bugs by chance back in that camp, being able to escape because he was at the edge of the mob. He'd conveniently helped himself to a dead paladin's sword then, the same sword that was now his treasure.

However, all of his luck had been used up in his escape. There was still plenty of food. Even if crops couldn't be grown anymore, they already had abundant harvests. He'd roamed through an empty village, using its resources to feed himself for over a month.

However, those days did not last. Food ran out, plague spread once more, and the bugs stole the lives of the people. He tried to join several mercenary groups, but he couldn't last for more than a month. Either the plague or the hunger took them every time, leaving him alone behind. The bugs had gotten smarter as well, attacking the humans in groups.

What terrified him was that those green Lightkiller Bugs were the lowest life forms of the beasts. Their strength had grown continuously over the years, and Doron had met one the height of a two-storey building already. It seemed like a massive red bug that crunched a paladin in one of his parties into two pieces. Several close shaves with death later, Doron had settled himself in this area.

He looked around once more in caution. This place was a normal gathering point, seeming like an extremely large refugee camp, but there were specialities to it. The walls were extremely thick, and windows were small or nonexistent. Spears were laid around the circumference, making it look like a small fortress.

After the survivors had escaped from the first onslaught of the bugs, they had depended on these defences. Some of the huts even had bloodstains of the bugs on their roofs.

A distant warhorn sounded at this moment, and more warriors walked out of their rooms and converged into a large army. The atmosphere grew stifling, and all that could be heard was the cries of the women.

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Survival

Doron surveyed his surroundings.

There were many hardened soldiers here, determination written on their faces. These armoured troops merged into a main group as they walked along the streets, forming a powerful black current.

The soldiers varied in age, from those just in their teens to old white-haired men. There were even some muscular women amongst their ranks. Although this made them look extremely disorderly, that was suppressed by their unique auras. The struggle of the Dark Ages had awakened the cold nature in them that allowed them to survive countless life and death situations.

They shared spaces with the bugs and the beasts to eke out a living, struggling no matter where they were. The people from before these times would not be able to comprehend their thought process. Even a former carpenter like Doron was confident he could kill one of the town guards of his old village head on now.

'I have to return, I have to. For Lina!' Doron made up his resolve as he opened a large metal gate. Thinking of the figure waiting for him at home, he felt rejuvenated as he moved out.

Although he didn't know why he'd been soft enough to save her back then, Doron had found a partner who could understand him and whom he depended on as well. Their relationship was what lasted him through countless encounters that would have killed him, even doctors saying he was a man who'd climbed out of his grave.

'I don't know whether I'll live to tomorrow, but the next time… I'm asking for her hand…' he rubbed his chest, exhaling a cold breath.

"Doron!" A powerful yet skinny black hand clapped on Doron's shoulder, the impact almost causing him to fall to the ground. Doron turned around, elation in his expression.

"Big Brother Jimmy!" The person who'd patted him was a tall lanky youth. He had a cow-horn helmet, carrying a large battle axe by his side. Even if the blade was chipped, the sheer weight of this hundred pound weapon would cause others to flinch.

There were several other warriors beside him, forming a small party. Jimmy seemed to be held in high regard amongst them.

"Haha, kiddo. I knew the Lightkiller Bug acid wouldn't kill you…" Jimmy seemed extremely excited as handed a leather pouch to Doron, "Come, have a drink!"

"Ooh…" Doron salivated, taking a careful sip after he heard several gulps around him. A powerful sour and spicy taste ran down his throat to his stomach, causing him to feel much warmer than before.

"Strong wine!" the warriors around him said in envy. Any strong wines went for sky-high prices in these times. A wine pouch was akin to a second life in the frigid wilderness.

Many members of the party looked at Doron strangely, but eventually turned away after he handed the pouch back to Jimmy.

Who were they kidding? The Skullcrusher's name resounded throughout the region. Even if Jimmy looked like a pole, the battle axe in his hands had already smashed in the heads of several people larger than him.

Sometimes, survivors were more dangerous than the bugs. Just for a small bag of wheat, clean water, or even a piece of jerky, two people would fight to the death. Doron himself had encountered this scenario many times.

However, because of this, he had a good impression on Jimmy's generosity. Being able to retain some of his principles and kindness at times like this was really rare.

Even if Jimmy had wished to make use of him, there was nothing wrong with it. After all, such charisma and sincerity was rare even amongst leaders. If Jimmy wanted to use him, that meant that he had a certain value, did it not?

Doron clenched onto the fine metal sword in his hands.

"Haha… How is it? Are you still joining us for the mission this time?" Jimmy rubbed his bald head, his blue eyes shimmering with sincerity.

"No… I need supplies to tide through the cold this time. I also need to get medicine or healing scrolls, Lina's caught a cold recently and I'm rather worried…"

Doron's face turned red. Even Jimmy's party would have to sacrifice lives to get everything he needed.

"If it's like that…" Jimmy rubbed his chin.

"So I'll be going solo this time…" Doron said after some hesitation.

Jimmy grabbed his shoulders and guffawed, "I never thought that our little Doron would turn into a big man… Hahah… Very well! You can take an additional set from my spoils!"

"Th…Thank you, Big Brother Jimmy!" Doron was extremely moved, and tears almost streamed down both his cheeks.

"Don't be this wishy washy like a woman. Hurry and follow!" Jimmy hoisted his battle axe and walked out of the fortress doors.

This fortress had tall towers in the outermost areas, the central regions being fortified as well. Even if the outer portions were breached they could fall back and tighten the perimeter. The leader was at the centre, alongside the army and the Professionals. Classism had persisted into the dark ages.

Someone like Doron could only squeeze his family into the outermost unprotected regions. They were in the most danger from the beast horde, surviving the greatest casualties. This was why their homes were built like small forts.

Doron's greatest wish other than marrying Lina was to bring her to the core of the fort. Rumour had it that there were powerful spellcasters guarding the area, making it the safest place in the mainland. Each and every family had the provision of red wine and bread. Even before the Dark Ages, this was something that Doron had yearned for.

'However… The wizards, haven't they already lost their abilities to cast magic?' After all, he was still marred with guilt about the events in Old Holdman's villa.

Still, the fortress relied on magic to repel the bugs and survive, so there was no need to question its existence. Doron looked towards the outermost fortress walls.

A sturdy granite tower was present there, with traces of blood and internal fluids of the bugs. Each platform had a small black cannon perched atop it.

Bright runes glowed inside the cannon shafts, reassuring the people who saw them. This wasn't the first time Doron was looking at these cannons that reaped lives in every bug attack. Even powerful red worms abhorred them.

Rumble!* A powerful mechanism was unlocked, drawing down the bridge as a large troop of cavalry wearing exquisite armour trotted out in rank and file, causing many mercenaries to look on in envy.

This was a regiment of Professionals, possessing astounding battle might. Once someone was drafted into the army, even if they weren't sent to the core they'd be sent to relatively safe areas and given a steady supply of food.

This was a lifelong dream to many commoners. The strongest adventuring parties paled in comparison to the soldiers, making them look like a counterfeit product. Few people, like Jimmy, didn't feel inferior to the troops, instead competing with them on the same level.

'One bug is worth one contribution point. I already have 90, so I only need ten more to enter the inner areas and become a member of the army…' Doron blazed with desire. After all, this meant that he was one step closer to his dreams!

'Big Brother Jimmy had already amassed the necessary contribution points, but because he had several brothers staying outside, he has remained there too..' Doron was extremely impressed with Jimmy.

Thud! Thud!* The army entered formation at this moment, causing a solemn atmosphere that silenced the adventurers.

Whoosh!* The cold wind blew, causing the Silverymoon flag held by one of the knights to flap in the wind, radiating a strange glow.

Jimmy blinked his eyes, and saw several black spots in the skies. Without knowing why, even with the absence of the sun, his eyes had grew accustomed to the darkness. At the very least, with the help of the stars in the skies— what was said to be the light of the gods' divine kingdoms— he could already see clearly in a fifty metres radius.

Those several black dots grew larger, and when they closed in, the onlookers exclaimed in surprise. It had been the figures of several wizards flying in the air.

"My people…" A female wizard wearing silver white armour spoke. Her appearance was obscure, yet her voice carried the vicissitudes of time, drawing the alarmed voices and gasps of the people.

"It's the city lord!" "Silverymoon Queen! Woo! Woo!"

Doron bowed just like the rest of the people in the surroundings. No matter what, being able to seek protection under her when the world had ended was enough for him to express his gratitude and thanks.

It's just that the queen standing in mid-air didn't have much joy on her face, seeming to have aged greatly.

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Spells

The former queen of Silverymoon had become the lord protecting the human fortresses of the north. The last hope of the human race looked down on the army beneath her, a bitter smile hidden beneath her glory.

Being Mystra's blood daughter, Alustriel had once felt like the sky was going to fall when Mystra died. Even though she was a powerful legendary wizard with a trace of divinity in her blood, she knew full well that leading the humans of the north without her mother's support would be extremely difficult. The Orc Empire was looming right over their heads…

On top of that, the Silverymoon Alliance was a union of magic, led mainly by wizards. The loss of the Weave absolutely shattered their unity.

Fortunately, the orcs had come to an agreement with them due to the invasion of the Magi. They didn't send troops to wipe the alliance out.

However, the situation had turned worse after a few days. The horrifying plagues had swept their lands, and the Dark Ages had come knocking on the door.

Alustriel herself was a lucky soul. Her peak legendary power allowed her to cast spells independently of the Weave, so despite stumbling along the way like a child at first she managed to gain the ability to protect herself. Wizards under rank 20 were like unborn fetuses, unable to survive being without the Weave, but legendary wizards were at least newborn infants at this moment, able to tide through the destruction of the Weave.

On top of all this, the trace of divinity she'd inherited from the Goddess of the Weave allowed Alustriel a chance to succeed her mother as the Goddess of the Weave. The gods assisted to secure the regime of the Silverymoon Alliance, albeit barely.

Still, she had to abandon a majority of her lands and build this final fortress, holing up against the catastrophic attacks of the insects. If the orcs weren't considered, the survivors in this camp were the last lifeblood of the north.

'Am I doing the right thing?' Alustriel was a queen in an era of peace. Even in such critical moments, she was wracked with indecision.

"I have updates from the south, my Queen!" Old Mage Elminster stepped through a portal at that moment, dressed in a simple flax robe as he stood behind her like a humble follower bowing to her words.

"I've just obtained confirmation that a nest of the bugs popped up about a hundred miles south of us. The Gloomwood has been corroded by marshland…"

Alustriel's heart skipped a beat. This was definitely the worst news for this camp! She'd come to learn that the tide of bugs originated from the massive colonies of hives. The appearance of a nest in an area spelled its death, an endless wave of insects engulfing the entire land and turning it barren.

"Damn it… We put so much effort into making this place arable… We've already cleared the lands… Just one harvest…" She lowered her voice, "It's too late to move again. It took all we had to build this fortress. Even if we wanted to, the bugs are everywhere now. Where can we go?"

Looking at Alustriel's mournful smile, Elminster's heart was filled with bitterness.

"How are the wizards doing?" She seemed to make up her mind about something after a long time.

"Still training. Even the best of them can only use rank 4 spells, and this was someone at rank 20 before the catastrophe, just a step away from becoming legendary…" Elminster heaved a sigh.

They'd had to return to their roots since the collapse of the Weave, using the elemental particles of the world to gather energy from their spiritual force and cast spells. Thankfully wizards had always been performing research on the arcanists, and finding training methods in the field wasn't a big problem.

They'd set up everything pretty soon given Silverymoon's accumulated information and their talents. Even the gods couldn't resist using the arcanist inheritances in this situation. The churches didn't abolish the prohibition openly because that would tarnish the gods' dignity, but the research was no secret.

Sadly, the 'talented' wizards all turned inferior when it came to the arcanist inheritance. The convenience the Weave had afforded them had caused a drop in their quality. Only with it destroyed did many wizards begin to realise how incapable they were. With their rigid lines of thought, some older wizards didn't even acknowledge the possibility of changing their path. They were having suicidal thoughts.

In spite of Alustriel's unconditional support and Silverymoon's rich supplies, the best they could do right now was still a rank 4 spell. Detached from the Weave, the wizards now realised how hard spells were to control, demanding more ability and finesse. Many died trying to cast the new spells.

"Leave the last batch behind, but get all the rest." It took a long while for her to make this tough decision, and a teardrop rolled down Alustriel's cheek. She arrived above the army, waving them to silence.

"These bugs have taken our everything, and now they're coming for our lives." Her voice echoed throughout the region, "A vicious colony has popped up close to us, less than a hundred miles away. We're out of supplies and fortification scrolls, and we won't be able to built another city…

"Tell me, then. ARE WE GOING TO KEEP SILENT IN THE FACE OF THIS THREAT?"

Doron held tightly onto the weapon in his hands, as if that was the only way he could get a sense of security.

'So we're actually in such dangerous situation?' A silent thought of fiery anger surfaced in his mind.

"No! I belong to this place, I will never leave!" Jimmy started hitting his shield with his axe.

"NEVER! WE WILL NEVER LEAVE!" A fearsome growl shook the entire fort.

"Great! I shall accompany you all on this crusade, let us fight for our survival!" Alustriel promised.

""FOR SURVIVAL!"" The army set off in swift fury.

Alustriel kept to her promise, leading the troop from the front on her white horse. Her divinity had allowed her to maintain her power through the collapse of the Weave, so the presence of such a powerful leader definitely lifted the spirits of the army."Our team will be in charge of the patrol today." The army winded along on its way forward. Unlike a regular troop, Doron's team was a little disorganised. They weren't in high spirits regardless of Jimmy's encouragement.

The city was their last hope. If this hope was broken, even Doron would lose the courage to survive in this chaotic world.

"Come with me, Doron. Let's go on patrol!" Jimmy waved his axe, unable to withstand the atmosphere.

"Alright." Torren didn't like the stifling aura here either, so he quickly stood up when Jimmy called him.

Shrouded in darkness, the continent was full of unknown dangers. Even though many creatures had died out, unable to adapt to the new conditions, those that didn't had become much more cunning and cruel.

Doron had heard rumours of creatures from the Underdark, driders and horrifying claw monsters that wanted to use the loss of the sun to blast out from their prisons and wantonly invade the mainland. They were backed by their own pantheon, headed by the Spider Queen, Lolth.

Her decision was absolutely correct. The celestial gods had to give way to the Underdark in the Dark Ages for manpower and supplies, letting them migrate from down below to the mainland. The drow were rumoured to have built a city on the surface already.

The rumours said men were the lowest of slaves amongst the drow, alongside other species. They could be sacrificed to the gods at any time. Despite all this, a large number of wandering species were seeking shelter from the drow just to survive.

'What a pity… Lolth is an evil god, and my Lord…' Doron's eyes flashed in struggle, but he soon turned firm. Even though the gods weren't as glorious as they once were, their decrees remained meaningful enough to influence the entire prime material plane. The battle between good and evil had cast a shadow in Doron's thoughts…

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Attack

"Wait a moment, look! What's that?" Doron was still indulging in his flights of fancy, so Jimmy had to pin him down to a muddy hill. A large amount of disgusting dirt entered his mouth, so rotten it could make one puke for days and lose their appetite for months.

However, Doron couldn't care less about that. He hadn't even gotten the time to clear the dirt from his mouth before he saw numerous shadowy figures approaching them at great speed.

The other party moved at great speed, reaching them almost within seconds. It was the Mounted Wolves, the nightmare of the north!

"ORCS! IT'S ORCS!" Jimmy shouted, his face warping as he saw the orcs. Their races had long been at war, killing each other even if they met accidentally.

Whoosh!* The wolf rider arrived before them in a split second. Escape was not an option.

"Am I going to die here? Lina…" Extreme shock and fear caused Doron to turn dizzy, feeling like these were his final thoughts.

However, just as the poor souls got ready to sacrifice their lives for the north, the situation moved in an unexpected direction. The Mounted Wolves did indeed surround them, but they were not harmed. The riders instead parted, making way for a werewolf on a humongous mount.

"I am the Golden Ivory Warwolf, leader of the Mounted Wolves. I need to see your leader, right now…" he said stiffly.

Jimmy and Doron looked at each other as they heard this, feeling like they'd gained a fresh lease of life…

High up in the sky, Orc Emperor Saladin was looking into Alustriel's eyes, "The survival of the orcs has been threatened by the colonies as well. The Lord has ordered us to stand on the same side as you, facing the threat of the Magi."

"Saladin! Your hands are stained with the blood of the north! Your people are our arch enemies! Even if we're wiped out by the bugs we won't—" a wizard beside Alustriel tried to intercept them.

"This is an order by the gods…" Elminster expressed a different opinion, slowly taking a pipe from his mouth.

"My Queen…" the other wizard shouted eagerly, looking at Alustriel's hesitant face. He seemed to hate the orcs greatly.

"I'll have no more from you…" Alustriel waved the wizard off, turning to Saladin, "I agree."

"Great!" Saladin nodded, "I've brought the Thunder God's Hammer, and I'll also send out the best of the Mounted Wolves and battle orcs. You'll be grateful that you made this decision today…"

"I only hope you'll keep to your promises," Alustriel looked Saladin deep in the eye. "However, we still have been enemies for a long time. I need your army to take a different route, we can meet at the swamp."

"You did well…" Elminster sighed in gratitude after Saladin left.

"No. I feel like I've changed a lot, becoming more cruel, more of a realist…" Alustriel's reply was indifferent.

"Trust me, my good daughter, this is all part and parcel of our lives…" The Old Mage blew a ring of white smoke.

"So you thought I was a little girl for the past thousands of years? You're such a pedophile!" Alustriel stared at Elminster, an unnoticeable redness covering her face.An agreement was made with the orc armies, and Jimmy and Doron took the chance to return safely to their team.

However, Doron seemed to have his reservations about something. He tried to say something multiple times, but eventually stopped himself. He waited until everyone was asleep, moving close to Jimmy and asking him in an extremely low voice, "Hey captain, are the orcs really here to help us?"

Jimmy turned his body and replied in a blurry voice, "I think so. Nobody dares to disobey the gods in this world, except those demonic beings of other worlds…"

'But aren't we still at war with them?' He wanted to say vendetta, but Doron didn't recall any good friends or relatives dying at orc hands. Many had instead been killed by the town guard or in robberies, so it seemed even less applicable.

"Understand this, Doron, politics is complicated… Alright, I'm really tired today, stop irritating me!" Jimmy turned his body again. Doron just looked over the flap of the tent, an extremely complicated emotion in his gaze…

Thud! Thud!* The wooden wheels of the carts hit the uneven surface of the ground as they moved along, releasing dull thuds due to their heavy loads. Doron was following Jimmy aimlessly, his beloved sword hung at his waist. The dark circles were obvious under his eyes as he seemed distracted, he obviously hadn't rested well last night.

The army assembled into the dragon formation, all equipped with weapons and shields. It scared any predators away, making the trip relatively safe.

"Doron! Get back on your feet, do you want Lina to become a widow?" Jimmy patted Doron's shoulder. Suddenly, the corner of his eye shifted.

"Careful!" Doron had noticed the shadowy figure speeding through the bushes at almost the same time.

A silver ray darted past him before he could act himself, shooting from Jimmy's hand into the bushes. A shriek sounded out.

"Awesome!" "Haha, captain's the best!" "We've got something!"

Everyone gathered around, looking at Doron with green eyes as he pulled a giant rat out of the bush. There was a silver blade stuck in its skull.

"Mmm, such great meat. You're definitely treating us tonight!" Everyone's eyes glowed as they stared at the prey in Doron's hands.

Food was scarce in the Dark Ages, meat a dish only the higher classes could afford. Normal people hardly ever saw some.

"Of course!" Jimmy looked around, agreeing without hesitation, "Everyone is invited to our campsite!"

All the travellers cheer at his generosity, immersing themselves in a pool of joy. Doron looked at them with envy, 'That's right, I should be more hardworking, at least I've got to bring something back! The leaders will take care of the orcs…'

However, his determination was crushed the very next moment. A huge ball of fire shot out of the sky, aimed at Jimmy's position. A great explosion tore Jimmy's body apart in moments, charring his incomplete corpse.

Having run over to get the prey, Doron had escaped the worst of the damage. Still, despite avoiding death, a large amount of his hair was burnt even at that distance. Looking at that region swarming with victims of the disaster, his eyes glittered coldly.

"The Fireball spell… Wizard attack!" Doron knew from Holdman how powerful wizards were. Realising such powerful spellcasters were his opponents, he didn't just go up wildly to avenge his captain, instead rolling into the bushes.

He'd made the right decision, as a wave of terrifying spells followed.

Cloudkill! Summon Monster! Ice Awl! Banshee's Wail! Volley after volley of mid-ranked spells crashed down on the army, with dazzling light. The powerful spells reaped numerous lives.

"It's an attack from the sky!" Doron's eyes were wide open as he tried his best to raise his head. He saw huge pairs of wings supporting dark shadows in the air, obviously Flight of The Dragon.

The dark shadows were dressed in traditional wizard robes, but one thing was different— There was a pair of twinkling purple eyes on their dark robes, alongside a holy black emblem surrounded by a purple ring.

"Shadow wizards!" Alustriel and Elminster responded immediately. They had few high-ranked and legendary wizards on their own end— It was a slap in the face for the Silverymoon Union famed for its magic to lose in that field.

They got ready for the counterattack, but the shadow wizards retreated into a portal.

"This is just the beginning!" their leader warned before stepping into the portal.

The portal disappeared immediately. Alustriel and Elminster, who were both trying to cast Dimensional Anchor, turned a ghastly pale.

"Human wizards, why are they attacking our army?" Doron's eyes were filled with fury. He couldn't understand why they were attacking at all.

"Also… What the heck are the shadow wizards?" He thought of this new term he'd heard today. He looked at the scattered army and the burning remains of his friend's corpse, clenching his fists tightly and swearing in his heart,

'No matter what, Jimmy, I WILL avenge you!'

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Charge

"Did you see it?" Alustriel didn't care at all about the mess her soldiers were in, instead turning and staring at Elminster with the most serious face she'd ever made.

"Yes…" Elminster took out his pipe, but he wasn't in the mood to enjoy it, "Black robes, purple eyes, and the purple-rimmed black badge… The Goddess of Shadows is back…"

"The Lady of the Night, Shar…" Alustriel grew fearful and troubled at the prospect of having to face the being who once competed with her mother.

"Mm… She's also built a new Shadow Weave, and although it isn't spread everywhere and can only support rank 9 spells at the most, it's still a great attraction to all the wizards below the legendary realm…"

Elminster knew well how rational the wizards were, about their realistic mindset. They were weak in faith from the start, and that had only been amplified by Mystra's death. The loss of their powers was sad and humiliating, causing many to enter deep despair. Some ignored the teachings of the gods to commit suicide!

And Shar had come to them in their darkest moments, organising the shadow wizards into a group. If they joined, they could regain their powers!

People only treasured what they had once they lost it. Learning that it would not be easy to gain their power again, those who become shadow wizards grew more devoted and passionate. Their kind could even conduct trades with demons and devils for power, subordination to Shar didn't even need a moment's thought.

Even Elminster would have been shaken by the idea of joining the shadow wizards if not for the fact that he was already at the peak of the legendary realm. Had he lost his powers with the destruction of the Weave as well, he would have made the same choice. Of course, that was if he hadn't offended Shar by his closeness to Mystra.

"These spatial fluctuations… They already have legendary wizards?" Elminster frowned.

"They came to stop us from destroying the colony. They've joined up with the Magi…" As a peak legendary wizard with the blood of a Goddess of Magic, Alustriel had a lot of information channels in this regard, far more than the others at the same level.

"The shadow wizards have joined the Magi… Does that mean Shar defected?" The fact weighed down on the father and daughter far more heavily than anything before it. Magi and gods defecting had never happened since the two races had first made contact. If Shar had joined the Magi, it would cause great pain to everyone in the World of Gods.

"Those who disobey the gods will be punished by the Celestial Hall." No matter how weak his faith was, external factors forced Elminster into becoming an absolute devotee.

"I hope so as well… Anyway, this attack exposed our shortcomings. We need more guards, and an emergency plan…" Alustriel was tired, "Please invite Saladin here, we need to combine our armies immediately, or at the least keep in contact. We can't afford another attack…"

Alustriel had just ignored the hatred between the humans of the north and the orcs, throwing away her reputation and the trust of her men with this invitation. The appearance of the shadow wizards obviously had great impact on the Silverymoon Alliance.Two days later, the combined army of humans and orcs finally arrived at the swamplands. The purple silt here was putrid, streaks of green mist wafting in the air to form endless hallucinations.

The insect colonies caused the complete destruction of their environments, turning the lands into a poisonous swamp that was a haven for the bugs.

"With how fast it's growing, the broodmother will wake up soon…" Elminster pointed at a scene captured by a spell within a temporary tent, a look of concern on his face, "Once the broodmother matures, the drones and workers will begin invading the surroundings. They will breed much more powerful bugs, or even another broodmother… All information points to one thing; if we can't stop this right now, our chances of success are nil."

Alustriel and Saladin were watching from a round table, seated upright alongside human and orc officers. The subordinates were staring at each other in silence, sparks of anger in their eyes.

"That's certain. If we fail this time, the environment here will be wiped out. Plants, animals, water, food, orcs, humans… We'll all be killed as the bugs continue to make more and more broodmothers and start new bases…"

Alustriel continued slowly, "If this continues, the entire prime material plane will be gone. I ask you… No, I BEG you… Please let go of past hatred, and focus on the fight for the future!"

"I agree with the queen," Saladin looked at the orc leaders, "If you disobey, I'll behead all of you and shove your heads up your asses!"

With the great pressure of the Lightkiller Bugs bearing down on them, as well as Saladin's authoritative power, things worked out quite well. The orc leaders acknowledged his words even faster than the humans.

"How much time do we have left?" Saladin looked at Elminster.

"Twenty hours, maybe less…" Elminster blew out a few white rings of smoke.

"Then let us begin right away. The Lord is ready to descend." Numerous runes appeared on Saladin's body, "He's promised to give us more power, sending an avatar to help out in the operation."

"Thank you, for all you've done!" Alustriel stood up and bowed deeply.The army prepared itself quickly under the great pressure.

"Wizards, prepare! Breeze!" Elminster took charge of the wizards, having them gather all the wind elemental particles around them.

A gentle breeze swept past the region. With the help of a giant formation and his own legendary might, he amplified the wind as he fused all the minor spells together.

"The product of hundreds of years of study into the arcane… Legendary fusion spell— Tornado!"

Strong gusts of wind quickly formed a tornado, blades of air howling as it sucked in everything around it. The storm swept across the huge swamp, dispersing the green mist and sending the endless water flying into the sky.

Once the tornado dissipated, Alustriel appeared in front of the swamp.

"Mass Summon Earth Elementals!" A ring of brown light shimmered in her hands, pulling the elemental particles and teleporting several earth elementals to the prime material plane. The elementals roared out as brown energy particles gathered into a spell.

Transmutation: Dirt to Stone!

The assistance of the many elementals allowed a large amount of brown light to cover the swamp. Soft rotting mud began to condense, hardening into granite. It forced the bugs out of the mud, into a final battle.

Loud buzzing resounded from numerous pairs of wings, a horrifying green cloud of insects approaching their position. From weak bees to powerful beetles and terrifying longhorns, the sheer size of the army caused a great commotion amongst the troops.

Standing tall amongst the insects were numerous wizards, all dressed in black robes.

"These bastards, they came to help the colony!" Alustriel flushed with anger. Even if she'd known they were working together, their actions had stepped past her line.

"You've done a great job, leave the rest to me!" Saladin stood up, moving to the front of the

"In the name of the Lord, please grant me power!" An enormous hammer with violet lightning around it appeared in Saladin's hands, an unseen power showering down upon him that caused his body to grow in a split second.

Rumble!* The very next moment, the strongest of orcs had become a towering giant! This was the legendary spell, God's Descent!

Boom!* The earth shook with every one of the giant's steps, countless streaks of lightning crashing down from the sky as the Thunder God's Hammer grew to match its owner.

"You bloody bugs, I will slaughter you all!" Saladin shouted, swinging the hammer down.

Purple lightning swept across the sky, covering almost everything in the region. A streak of silver shot through the darkness, bringing light and hope as wave after wave of insects were burnt to the ground. Many of the shadow wizards were wiped out by a single barrage.

"Attack!" The Mounted Wolves roared, charging into the deepest regions of the swamp as they followed the new path.

"CHARGE!" The humans were red-eyed with fury as well, fighting for their lives.

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Counterattack

This was a battlefield of blood and fire, being fought with a dense sea of bugs.

Doron sliced another approaching bug with his longsword, splitting it apart into two. The originally sharp blade was now covered with the disgusting fluids of the various bugs, its edges chipped and jagged from use.

Any normal day this would've caused him great heartache, but at this point he didn't even have the time to examine his sword properly. The army was like a lone boat in this sea of bugs, being rocked by wave after wave of death.

Death lingered around them without end, and all Doron could do was to wave the sword in his hands around numbly, killing one monstrous bug after the last. His comrades kept falling all around him, humans and orcs alike, but he no longer had the energy to care. He pushed forward without rest, stepping over the corpses of his comrades in pursuit of their common goal: he had to destroy this nest of evil!

In this war for survival, there was no way for them to withdraw and escape. The orcs and humans formed the most cold-blooded of armies, killing all deserters without hesitation even if they were related.

"Hah… Am I going to die here?" Doron was breathing roughly, his powerless body feeling like lead.

However, just at the moment all of his stamina was about to be exhausted, as he was about to be drowned out by the sea of bugs, things suddenly grew bright once more. A golden light cleaved through the sea, allowing him to see the purple nest at the heart of the marshland.

Hymns began to sound in the surroundings, "Under the rays of the gods, all courageous soldiers shall be fearless…"

Doron immediately brightened up. He managed to find the wizard who'd killed Jimmy, grievously injured and fleeing into the distance. A surge of strength came out of nowhere as the power of vengeance gave him the strength to stand once more.

He stared hard at the wizard, evidently injured from a previous encounter. The man's black robes were now in tatters, traces of lightning burns left behind on his body. He didn't even have the strength to open a portal anymore, only able to crawl to the depths of the swamp.

Doron followed closely. The wizard obviously wanted to escape, and his path was already offset from the nest of the bugs.

"Stand right there, you darned bastard!" Doron threw the sword in his hands. The meticulously crafted blade formed a beautiful arc in the air as it pierced into the man's thigh.

"ARGH!" The fleeing wizard swayed, falling down into the smelly marshes.

"Got you!" Doron excitedly darted forward, finding the wizard lying in the dirt. He was bleeding profusely from the wound on his thigh, seemingly having fainted.

"For Jimmy!" Doron fumbled around the area, looking for the sword he'd thrown. He wanted to reveal the identity of this wizard.

However, the 'fainted' wizard suddenly revealed a scroll in his hands.

Acid Splash! Doron instinctively turned away to avoid death, but this burnt the entirety of his right shoulder, turning it into a mix of corroded flesh and blood.

"Shit!" The great pain caused him to punch the wizard's face without hesitation.

The black veil fell down, revealing the man's identity. The haggard face of an old man showed itself, looking extremely pale from the blood loss. His eyes seemed to be dead.

For some reason, even though he'd killed many times since the start of the Dark Ages, Doron felt a fire burning in his heart.

"WHY," he shouted as he grabbed the wizard by the collar, "WHY ARE YOU HELPING THE BUGS AGAINST HUMANITY?"

"Cough cough…" Wizards were naturally weaker than fighters. This one was even injured gravely, unable to cast any spells as he was still coughing up blood. Even a child could kill him easily right now.

The wizard looked slightly confused for a while, but after hearing Doron's questions he suddenly began to laugh. His pale face twisted with a smile, the blood causing Doron's stomach to churn.

"What are you laughing at?" Doron was full of ire, "Do you know how many people you killed? Jimmy, and all my other foster brothers. They have people back at home waiting for their return… Why? Why are you going against your own kind?"

"My own kind? Keke…"

The old wizard's smile widened, "Are you my kind? While I was still a high-ranked wizard, a whole bunch of people respected me, sang praises of me, and longed to meet me. However, after the collapse of the Weave, those ruffians… What did those ruffians whose souls should go to hell after death do?

"They took everything from me in front of my face, killing little Benji, and… and…" A hint of sorrow flashed on the wizard's face, "I no longer treated them as humans… When the shadow wizards found me, I joined immediately for the sake of my vengeance. I'd be willing to sell my soul to the devils for my revenge!

"Hehe… Now I've had those bastards enjoy the most painful and regretful deaths they ever could have. My purpose is done, kill me!"

The old wizard closed his eyes, and Doron froze in place. The wizard's face morphed into that of Holdman in his vision, bringing back memories of his manor and his family that stayed outside town.

The condemnation of the wizard caused him to remember his own actions, that night amidst the flames appearing once more before his eyes as if he was experiencing it all again.

"Oh… I! I…" The veins on the back of Doron's hands popped up, and his face began to twitch as if he was trying to weigh his options.

"Perhaps… we're all at fault. Blame this wretched world!" Doron recalled Lina, who was still waiting for his return. He gritted his teeth and picked up his sword.

"Come… Chop off my head and make this your achievement!" The wizard snickered and closed his eyes.

"Ha!" The sword dropped down on the wizard's head with all the strength Doron could muster,

However, it felt like he'd pierced into cotton, not flesh. Doron opened his eyes in shock, finding the sword in his hands stuck in mid-air as a great pressure enveloped him.

"Sorry, little guy. While I'm sympathetic of your plight, the camp does give out rewards based on merits…" A pleasant voice sounded, and Doron's vision went black…"The gods… are already recovering…" Leylin's clone watched the collapse of a huge hive in the distance, a strange smile on his face.

"As for you, loser… I'm benevolent, I'll give you another chance…" A dark red lustre wrapped around the old wizard's body, causing him to cry out pitifully as a strange transformation occurred to him.

"Kukulkan, my Lord… You are the mighty Lord of Original Sin, the sole source of sin in the universe. You are the master of everything!" What had once been the old wizard knelt before Leylin, his grievous injuries long gone.

"Go…Go somewhere else…" Leylin waved his arms, and a dark red teleportation gate opened up to take the bowing monster away.

"This test failed, huh…" Leylin shook his head, gazing into the distance. A few orc avatars were lying there in wait.

"So, Gruumsh? Are you regretting the fact that you only sent one avatar here?" Leylin smiled as he gazed at the head of the orc pantheon. Even encircled by many gods he didn't look flustered.

'The gods have recovered rather quickly, and set up eternal sources of light in their divine kingdoms. They can send divine spells to their priests in the prime material plane already?' Leylin knew full well that without the help of the gods the Silverymoon Alliance and the Orc Empire couldn't destroy a nest.

"Nightmare Serpent… Sinner that devoured the sun…" the gods condemned him in such seething fury that they could burn even the void itself as they descended to fight him.

"The battle's only begun…" Unfortunately, the avatar dissipated before Leylin's punishment arrived for him, leaving behind several enraged roars.Baator.

"How is it?" Leylin was standing in front of Mother Core, watching the events in multiple locations in the prime material plane.

The few survivors in the mortal world had obtained great support, beginning to send troops to destroy the nearby hives. Priests were playing an extremely important role in this process.

"The counterattack of the gods is beginning…" Mother Core said with a sigh.

"That's normal, but the timing…" Leylin stroked his chin, "It's at just the right moment when we're planning for the support of the Magus World's World Will, unable to make any clones…"

"What are you trying to say?" Mother Core focused on the Lord of Original Sin in front of her.

"There's a traitor in our midst." Leylin turned solemn. Since Shar could become a Magus, why couldn't a Magus side with the gods?

"The power of sin in the World of Gods is telling me something. If we don't treat it seriously, the consequences will be dire…" Leylin looked at Mother Core in front of him, speaking sincerely, "I hope to call a joint conference of the Magi immediately."

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Encirclement

Numerous powerful conscients gathered within a secret space, their powerful auras forming huge black silhouettes. There were a few new figures amongst them, containing unfathomable power.

Rumble!* Space split apart at that moment, and the powers of the world and original sin entered the space.

"Everyone!" Leylin fashioned a form out of original sin, looking at the silhouettes around him. Every person here was a peak rank 8 existence!

"The gods have stabilised their divine kingdoms, interfering with our actions in the prime material plane. Even as the world combination project was underway, someone divulged our current situation."

"Keke.. So you're saying there's a traitor amongst us?" Another voice Leylin was familiar with sounded, carrying obvious hostility.

"Of course, Distorted Shadow. Furthermore, it could even be you!" Leylin stared fearlessly at the peak rank 8 Magus, exchanging thoughts rapidly.

"I can swear upon my truesoul that I never revealed any information about the plan…" Distorted Shadow looked coldly at Leylin. "Instead, Lord of Original Sin, why did you not devour the entire prime material plane and destroy the gods in one fell swoop? You seem quite suspicious!"

"The sun is one thing, but the prime material plane is a whole other matter. It's the foundation of the World of Gods, the base of all existence. Destroying it would be like destroying the World of Gods itself, not something a peak rank 8 can do." Mother Core stood up for her ally.

"I feel like the gods have begun their counterattack, and they definitely won't miss the opportunity. Please wait and see, everyone!" Leylin glared coldly at Distorted Shadow, his indifference causing the other party to feel apprehensive.

"All we can do right now is to speed up the two-world plan…" an existence surrounded by darkness spoke up, every word seemingly coming from a deep abyss. This was the Darkness Lord, a peak rank 8 existence from the Dark World.

"Our true bodies are currently outside the crystal sphere, and we can't easily dispatch them…" another figure spoke, radiating the green light of life. This was the ancient Tree of Life, a huge tree from the Life World that had harnessed the power of magic.

However, even as the numerous peak rank 8s were discussing the issue, a rumble sounded from the depths of the Abyss, as if to verify Leylin's words. A sort of sacred natural radiance sealed off the entire Abyss, numerous golden silhouettes walking out to the hymns of their followers.

"The gods! They're taking action with their true bodies!" Mother Core waved her hands, displaying a huge image that allowed those present to see the gods' lineup.

"Tyr, Tempus, Talos, Oghma, and Gruumsh… All of them are powerful gods, the Chaos Lord and Evil Filthy Eye are in danger!"

Leylin looked around his surroundings, unable to find the conscients of those two existences. As chaotic existences themselves, they grew intoxicated with the pleasure of plundering the Abyss and lost all interest in the outside world. They didn't realise the crisis they were in.

"Keke… It's rare for such strong existences to be willing to step out of their divine kingdoms…" The Darkness Lord sneered. "If we push the two-world plan back and move out together, at least half of them will fall."

Peak rank 8 Magi were equivalent to greater gods within the World of Gods. The difference was that their powers belonged to them alone, so in a fight outside of the divine kingdoms the Magi would definitely win. One had to agree that Darkness Lord's suggestion was enticing, causing a few Magi to stir.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" Leylin stood out at that moment, speaking coldly.

"Substantiate. Why? It's not easy to find a chance to eliminate so many powerful gods in one fell swoop…" As expected, Distorted Shadow jumped out immediately, speaking with ulterior motives.

"Haven't you all realized that the most powerful existences within God's World have yet to appear?" Leylin glanced at Distorted Shadow, his voice was full of disdain.

There were differences even amongst powerful gods. Oghma, for example, couldn't match Tempus the God of Fighting in combat.

Past rank 18, there were a few gods who were known for their combat. The four elemental gods were an example. Akadi, Grumbar, Istishia and Kossuth were all ancient gods, staying within their elemental planes of wind, earth, water, and fire respectively. They stood aloof from worldly affairs, holding secrets even most gods didn't know in their arsenal.

There were also gods like Ubtao, Silvanus, Jergal, and Chauntea. They were formidable beings, powerful enough to be the monarchs of their own worlds, second only to the Overgod himself. That these powerful gods had yet to appear in the Abyss caused Leylin to grow vigilant."Oh? You're here in your true bodies? Were you ordered to abandon your mouse holes and come to the Abyss?" Azure power had converged above what was once the Argent Palace in Azzagrat, forming a many-eyed giant with a blurred face. "Since you're here anyway, you shall become the foundation of my abyssal power…"

The Chaos Lord didn't seemed to be worried at all when facing numerous existences of the same rank. A majority of the eyes seemed to be filled with reckless insanity. The Chaos Lord didn't seem to even care as chaotic origin force sprag forth from the depths of the Abyss, mixing with dark energy as it spread around its giant leg.

"I've restricted its actions. I'll leave the rest to you…" A golden radiance was spreading from Oghma's body, shrouding the entirety of Azzagrat. Tyr and Tempus brought out their favourite divine weapons, rushing forth towards the Chaos Lord…A terrifying storm swept through the Endless Maze, the constant rain forming a huge turbulent sea.

"Tsk… Why do I have to be paired with you?" The powerful God of Storms looked at the golden orc standing beside him, his face full of disdain.

"I should be the one saying that." Gruumsh gave Talos a look.

A palace suddenly surfaced within the maze, endless power forming a gigantic evil eye that released a skin-crawling roar: "ZzzzGrrgrgrrr!"

"The ancient Evil Filthy Eye, a Magus who once killed a greater god…" Gruumsh's eyes lit up as a bright red flag was drawn from his back.

"Only the orcs are the strongest fighters!" he roared, his body expanding in a moment as it clashed with the solid yellow eye.

The aftershocks of the battle caused the entire Abyss to tremble. The demons were intimidated by the formidable power, running about aimlessly as numerous archfiends ruthlessly cursed the gods. They hid within their castles, not daring to come out.

The silhouettes of two powerful archfiends emerged at the edge of the Abyss, one of them the two-brained Demogorgon and the other the King of the Undead, Orcus. Alongside Graz'zt, these were the three Abyssal Lords, the strongest of demons.

"The gods took action according to plan, but it doesn't seem to be attracting the other Magi…" Orcus frowned. If not for them meddling with the origin force of the Abyss and helping the gods, they wouldn't at all have been able to infiltrate into the Abyss so quickly, sealing the Chaos Lord and the Evil Filthy Eye where they were.

"…" The Demogorgon's two heads glanced at each other, surprisingly not arguing. "That's fine as well. The gods want to use the Abyss as the main battlefield, but the Magi weren't baited…"

"After the chaos is settled, the Abyss will still be ours…"

"It's rare for both your heads to reach an agreement. What else should I say?" Orcus' undead body laughed, the power of death mixing with an aura of chaos to fragment the surrounding space.

"Haha… That's right, the Abyss shall belong to us demons… Only we can stay here. No one can take it away, not Magi and not gods!" The Demogorgon parroted.

"Let's kill those gods afterwards!" one of the heads said suddenly.

"No! We shall dominate the Abyss first…" the other retorted, causing Orcus to suddenly shake his head. The unity of these heads seemed to be temporary. The chaos of the Demogorgon would be revealed once more as the threat passed.

'However, this is indeed a good opportunity…' A strange light flashed past Orcus' eyes.

The demons had always coveted the prime material plane and the gods. The Second Dusk would prove to be a great opportunity to attack.

As for their contract with the gods? Since when did chaotic evil have the concept of contracts? With their demonic natures, even the Styx could not hold them to their vows and stop the deaths of their enemies!

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Probe

Currently, within the conference of the Magi.

"I'm afraid the Chaos Lord and Evil Filthy Eye won't be able to hold up, we need to send reinforcements!" Distorted Shadow shouted frantically, but then he felt awkward when nobody stood with him. After all, Leylin's words had made sense. It was impossible for Magi to take the risk to sacrifice themselves for others.

"If there's still some doubt in your hearts, maybe I can prove my point…" The power of original sin shot forth from Leylin's body, carrying traces of blood with black spots. This power that carried all the sins of the mortal world attracted numerous gazes; even if everyone here was a peak rank 8 some were shocked by Leylin's aura.

"The path of original sin… This power…" The ancient Tree of Life seemed to recall something.

The blood dripped down in the void, forming into the seven sins as it seemed to acquire a life of its own. The dense fog shrunk to form a few tall figures.

Leylin, the Darkness Lord, Mother Core, even Distorted Shadow… They were all imitated to perfection, including the energy waves of their truesouls! Such was the mercurial power of original sin. Even the faint auras being leaked by these rank 8 existences could be analysed and imitated.

'Identical auras…' Numerous rank 8s were surprised by the skill Leylin displayed, Mother Core most of all. 'He's grown stronger again. Even if it's only an avatar, one can see the changes in his true body as well. It's like he never met a bottleneck after reaching peak rank 8…'

She sent her tendrils out to gather information, finally getting to the crux of the matter. 'This is the influence of the Dark Ages? The negative emotions generated in the end times are the best nourishment for the Nightmare Hydra…'

Indeed, that was why Leylin engulfed the sun, bringing about the Dark Ages instead of attacking the gods. The Dark Ages benefitted him greatly, giving a thousandfold the power of sin he would've acquired during times of peace.

Massacre, death, greed, envy… All the deadly sins had come into play in the end times. They occurred often, and were intense when they did. Without anyone knowing the better, Leylin had actually seized the powers of everyone struggling in the prime material plane to increase his own power!

It was like he had an entire world's worth of zealots worshipping him, providing him with unending power. How could his strength not advance by leaps and bounds? The avatars that were more real than the originals crossed the boundaries of spacetime, containing violent energy.

"Kill the Overgod!" "Our glory cannot be tarnished!" "Reinforce the Lord of Chaos and Evil Filthy Eye!" Powerful conscients pierced through the sky, led by an avatar of original sin with the power of a peak rank 8 Magus. They descended upon the Abyss like several gigantic meteorites.

"Such vile power… As expected of the God of Massacre, more chaotic than the demons and more vile than the devils…" Both the Demogorgon and Orcus quivered at the edge of the Abyss. "The Magi are here! Inform the gods!""The truth shall verify everything!" Several existences were looking at the image displayed by Mother Core. The fake avatars had just arrived outside the Abyss, about to enter its depths.

A terrifying change occurred at that moment, green light brimming with the aura of life suddenly forming a cage of green vines that trapped the party. The flora of the world roared out, as if a primordial beast had just woken up.

"The God of the Wild, Silvanus… To think he's still alive…" Mother Core's face instantly became unsightly. Silvanus was second only to the Overgod, the number of Magi that had died at his hands not few.

"I didn't expect this… Even if his divine body had been crushed, he didn't fall completely…" The Darkness Lord sighed as well, looking at Leylin with a gaze of encouragement and gratification. Silvanus' appearance had proved him right.

"Wait for it…" Leylin actually grew even more solemn, perhaps even a little eager.

Rumble!* *Boom!* The four elemental planes roared out, rippling with terrifying power as an endless stream of elemental power congealed to form a powerful seal.

Earth, Fire, Wind, Water! The elemental gods had shown themselves, their combined might causing the Darkness Lord to lose his voice.

The four elements formed a vast storm of origin force, instantly exterminating the avatars inside the cage. Not even a speck of dust was overlooked.

"No… These aren't true bodies, they're just avatars…" The Goddess of Air, Akadi, frowned. "They could even conceal their spiritual fluctuations from us… These Magi are even more difficult to deal with than the ancient ones…"

"That doesn't matter. It is our duty to safeguard the peace and security of the entire world," Kossuth the Lord of Fire said.

"At least we can be sure that they're not as strong as in the last war. This is good news…" A gigantic flower bloomed as the will of nature descended upon them. Having lost his true body in the Final War, Silvanus had merged his will with the nature of the world, growing even stronger in the process.

"As long as we exist, we will not allow the Magi to advance even half a step!" The power of nature guided the four elements, forming a solid seal in front of the Abyss that prevented the two Magi within from escaping. The elemental planes roared, pouring origin force into the seal continuously, their might causing the hearts of the Magi watching to palpitate.

"Goddess of Air Akadi, God of Earth Grumbar, God of Water Istishia, God of Fire Kossuth, alongside the God of the Wild Silvanus… To think these ancient existences were actually still alive…" A peak rank 8 Magus released a cry of surprise,

"Jiejie… Very well, very well! We can settle the the vengeance of previous war together now…" A few avatars from the corner sneered. They were all like Distorted Shadow, mere remnant wills sealed up by the gods. Although Leylin had set them free, their powers had dropped and they were currently recovering.

"These are five pinnacle existences even amongst the greater gods. Unless we mobilise everyone, we won't be able to break through the elemental planes…" Mother Core said, "On top of that, the two-world plan's defences will drop if we leave."

"It isn't just that," Leylin said without hurry.

No Magus would underestimate him now, thinking of him as a new entry to their ranks. It wasn't easy to confuse greater gods with an avatar, and being unable to see through his powers themselves couldn't he casually mount a sneak attack upon any of them? All guarantees were fake, might being the only truth.

"I noticed another existence as well…" Leylin waved his hands, and the dark power of original sin built a murky image. A golden light was lurking within the darkness of the Abyss, something Mother Core's probes hadn't managed to discover.

Seeing the genuine appearance of the god, Mother Core immediately stirred up. "That's the Earthmother, she's mine!"

"Eh?!" Leylin frowned for a moment, but quickly relaxed. 'Right. Mother Core has reached the limits of her path, unable to advance and comprehend the powers of spacetime. Chauntea walks the same path as well, so if she can devour the goddess to make up for her foundation she really will have a chance of advancing to rank 9…'

What was more enticing to a peak rank 8 existence than advancing to rank 9? Leylin could understand Mother Core's excitement, her future had just appeared in front of her.

"Silvanus is mine," the ancient Tree of Life followed. Its path of life perfectly fit into Silvanus' domain of nature.

"Haha… Very well, this is the boldness we should have! Even a greater god is restricted by their faith, only fit to become my prey…" Looking at this atmosphere, the Darkness Lord began laughing in excitement.

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Moving

Two streaks of lightning crashed down in the Abyss, flashing with resentment and unwillingness. The world rumbled as a few powerful gods escaped the place, cutting a sorry figure as they assembled before Silvanus.

"Chaos Lord… Deserving of the name…" Tyr looked at a laceration on his chest, filled with chaos energy as it spread throughout his body.

The other gods weren't much better, Gruumsh the most worse off. More than half his body had been corroded, revealing dark brown skin. Golden blood and internal organs were sticking out of his body.

It wasn't an easy task to kill two peak rank 8 Magi, and even these five formidable gods had to pay the price.

"I've consumed a lot of divine force. I'll need to enter slumber for a while, and looking at the state of my worshippers it will take longer than normal…" Oghma frowned.

"You've worked hard…" A layer of green light enveloped the greater gods' bodies. Their divine force was suddenly replenished, their expressions recovering as the injuries on their bodies healed.

"I've gathered enough faith over the millennia to replenish your powers…" Silvanus was brimming with gentle kindness. He'd always been nice to everyone he met, the sole exception being the Magi.

"Those Magi can watch on as two of their own fall. They really are sinister and crafty…" The other gods said in indignation, trying to come up with some sort of conspiracy.

Silvanus waved, and the elemental power of the four planes instantly isolated their location. Even Mother Core couldn't peer in on further conversation.

Mother Core spoke up without hurry after the image was cut off, "I cannot sense the two in the spacetime river… They've fallen completely, their truesouls destroyed. Without the intervention of a rank 9 it will be impossible for them to revive…"

Magi gained the ability to revive from a single drop of blood at rank 6, and Magi of laws were like cockroaches that would revive swiftly as long as a trace of their will remained. However, greater gods were at the same level of power. Leylin could stop the gods from resurrecting, and so, too, could the gods stop Magi.

No small number of Magi of laws had fallen in the Final War. Thinking of that point, even Leylin felt his heart go cold.

'The ability to stop a Magus' truesoul from entering the river of spacetime… Even Kelemvor should be unable to perform such feats,' Leylin's face grew imposing, 'There's only one possibility. Jergal has appeared once more! Is the Final War already at that stage?'

Jergal was an ancient God of Death, the oldest god alive. Legends spoke of his weariness of his job that led him to create Kelemvor to assume his position, letting him enter seclusion somewhere in the Ghost World.

Even the ancient dusk of the gods hadn't aroused Jergal. Any existences harbouring ill will towards him could only die miserably, and as time passed his name had become a taboo secret. However, this renowned god had exited seclusion right now, participating in the Final War at such an early stage. The turn of events surprised Leylin.

It wasn't hard for numerous greater gods to kill two peak rank 8 Magi. However, it was far more difficult to wipe their souls from the spacetime river, something only the ancient God of Death was proficient in. Leylin felt like the coming battle would be intense, determining victory or death.

However, these were all results he had to achieve. All obstructions on his path to truth and eternity would be crushed without hesitation, regardless of identity or power. A dull glow shone out of Leylin's eyes…

Starting with the fight in the Abyss, the gods completed adjusting their divine kingdoms quickly, beginning their counterattack against the Magi. All gods, regardless of rank and power, turned out in full strength to purge the Magi from their world.

Although Magi of laws were stronger on average, the gods had the home field advantage. They didn't hold back on their divine force at all, using everything in their arsenals to take the Magi out.

With the foundation of their divine kingdoms, they were not required to worry about the problem of their backyard catching fire. With numerous peak rank 8s stuck working on the two-world project, the gods were pressing forward step by step, eliminating several Magi in succession.

The flames of war spread across the astral plane, extinguishing millions of lives.

Information from ancient times was spread despite the unreasonable ancient races, speaking of the Magi, the dusk of the gods, and the road to eternity. It deeply stunned the entire world.

The actions of the gods were quick and violent, like predators stalking their prey as they aimed at the weakest points to launch fatal strikes. With several powerful gods overseeing them, the gods took control of the prime material plane once more.

Numerous priests were dispatched to aid the remaining survivors, bringing food and superior weapons. The World WIll adapted the prime material plane to a life without the sun, making new edible plants that were similar to oats and rice. Alongside the mushrooms and seeds brought up from the Underdark, the humans were finally satisfied.

Hive after hive of the Lightkiller Bugs was destroyed, ceasing their suppression of humanity. Survivors started to build tall walled cities once more, establishing new towns as well as civilisation was rebuilt. Everything seemed to be heading for a better future…

Sadly, in the eyes of certain existences like the Magi, these actions were pitiful death throes. Numerous peak rank 8 Magi had assembled outside the World of Gods, within the boundless astral plane. Leylin was standing at their core.

"The major preparations are finally complete. The rest will be in your hands, Lord Leylin…" The truesoul of the Darkness Lord was a lump of black smoke with fiery red flames for eyes, flickering with the cycle of life as it moved.

"That's not a problem!" Leylin looked behind him.

The silhouette of an extremely massive world was sitting there, a short distance away. It possessed the glory of the Magi, releasing energy waves that Leylin was familiar with. The Magi had actually brought the Magus World here from across the astral plane!

A massive world had been moved into the path of another equally large one. This had never happened in the history of the astral plane. This was the arduous project that the majority of peak rank 8 Magi had dedicated themselves to, combining their truesouls for a long time to complete.

Bzzt!* A unique attractive forces was generated as the two worlds drew close. Numerous laws distorted as they fused, spreading endlessly to form a network that encompassed the whole area.

'The mutual attraction of the World Origin Forces…' Leylin sighed in admiration, 'When the World of Gods and Magus World fuse completely, the hidden path of eternity will show itself… A prophecy from ancient times verified by several Magi…'

"Right… Now is the time for everything to end!" A faint light shone within Mother Core's eyes as she arrived beside Leylin, looking at the disc in his hands.

The combined efforts of many Magi had finally repaired the Manderhawke Plate, revealing several strange and disorderly patterns that formed one harmonious entity with a mysterious glow.

"It's started!" The Manderhawke Plate in Leylin's hands floated up, emitting a warm radiance at the boundary of the World of Gods and the Magus World.

"The End! Eternity!" Numerous peak rank 8 Magi roared, the power of laws gathering to the extreme to form turbulent rivers that represented their paths. All of it poured into the Manderhawke Plate.

With the support of such great amounts of energy, the Manderhawke Plate grew larger and larger. White light melted a huge portion of the crystal sphere, revealing the World of Gods within.

This wasn't like the small-scaled attack Leylin used to enter before. It was a direct, violent confrontation, aimed to destroy the crystal sphere entirely! A terrifying sound spread across several worlds, causing the gods of the World of Gods to lose their heads in fear.

"The crystal sphere! It's been shattered!" They felt an impending sense of doom. It was impossible to measure the amount of damage they would take when the crystal sphere collapsed.

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A Tale Of Two Worlds

In the underworld, within the palace of a certain God of Death. The person on the throne had the most ordinary of human faces, just that his eyes were full of vigour as they radiated wisdom.

The true identity of this god would definitely astonish everyone.

This was the ancient God of Death, Jergal! Even the Kelemvor had to greet him with respect, calling himself Jergal's student!

"The appearance of the Nightmare Serpent has declared the beginning of the end…" Jergal sighed slowly, a trace of light seeming to appear within his pitch black eyes. "And it is when the end arrives that the light of eternity appears."*Rumble!* The crystal sphere shattered like a honeycomb, smashing apart as numerous Magi of laws rushed forth. The two worlds trembled and roared, and in the midst of the chaos SIlvanus led several strong existences to the border where both worlds met.

"Vile Magi! You will inevitably be punished by the gods, burning in raging flames for thousands, millions of years!" The four elemental gods roared, causing the elemental planes to reveal themselves as they released their powers in a torrent of energy that blocked the Magus invasion.

"The Final War cannot be avoided!" Numerous peak rank 8 Magi took action under Leylin's lead. Original sin, darkness, earth, life… All sorts of powerful paths combined in the astral plane, becoming a powerful force that pushed the fusion of the two worlds.

A massive fluctuation instantly spread throughout the World of Gods, overwhelming everything with terrifying earthquakes. The intense collision caused earth-shattering changes to every plane. Many life forms ran around lifelessly, seeing the beginning of the end.

The laws of the Magus World forcefully invaded the World of Gods, mixing with it in an intriguing change. The two biggest worlds of the astral plane complimented each other, agreeing to the fusion as they showed the path to eternity!

World of Gods, sea of origin force.

The World Crystal protecting the Overgod in the Celestial Hall shattered, causing an astonishingly strong existence to awaken with a terrifying roar.

"It's the Overgod! Their World Will awakened!" The expressions of the numerous peak rank 8 Magi tightened.

Bang!* Almost instantly they saw a blurry figure wrapped in brilliant light appear before them, someone that represented everything in the World of Gods.

"Overgod…" the remaining gods saluted, "Please exercise your authority, and prevent the arrival of the end!"

The Overgod did indeed wish to merge with the Magus World to advance, However, that didn't mean it was willing to be devoured by the Magus World. There was a big difference in who had the dominant position, so despite being injured the Overgod chose to act without hesitation.

Leylin was a peak rank 8 Magus, only one step away from the ultimate realm of rank 9. Still, only after seeing the Overgod in person did he realise that all his supposed overestimations of rank 9 power were nothing. The power of space and time wasn't something he could comprehend.

A rank 9 used the power of their path to build a foundation with which they comprehended the laws of space and time, a realm the Overgod had clearly reached. Teleportation was sealed at the border of the two worlds, but the Overgod had appeared here instantly anyway. This clearly meant his comprehension of the laws of space and time were terrifying. A true rank 9 having revealed their hand, Leylin felt like all his speculations were just ridiculous.

The sea of origin force of the World of Gods rumbled with power, descending as it carried the power of the Celestial Hall. Space froze entirely, something even peak rank 8 Magi couldn't accurately describe.

Even many peak rank 8 Magi couldn't escape, and only those with the power of their own path could still maintain a stream of thought.

'Is this the strength of a rank 9? Existences below the peak of rank 8 don't even have the ability to think in his presence…' Leylin paid absolute attention to the Overgod, the A.I. Chip's light flickering frantically.

[Beep! Observed laws of space, attempting simulation…] The A.i. Chip recorded everything at lightspeed, trying to analyse the power of space from a rank 9 existence to build a path for Leylin to follow in the future.

However, the terror of the Overgod was only just showing itself. The invasion of the Magus World was put at a standstill with the stagnation of space, actually sealing off the Magus World itself!

Soon after, something even more terrifying happened.

"What's going on?" Leylin was stunned to see the invasion of the Magus World recede, the fused laws separating in what looked like a strange silent film in reverse…

'Just now… Why did my train of thought derail when the Overgod appeared… Unless…' Leylin focused on the A.I. Chip.

[Attempting to analyse law of space… Encountered unknown interference, analysis failed…

A portion of the power of space has been observed. Analyse?]

The unfamiliar information surfacing from the chip caused Leylin to feel cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

'Time reversal… Even an existence at my level was affected, my memories from a few moments ago erased…' An intense chill suddenly rose within Leylin's heart, 'This type of law… it can cause a peak rank 8 Magus to regress to their weakest state, before they even condense their own path… It can seal strength at the peak of rank 8!'

The terrifying laws of space and time were like the Sword of Damocles, hanging over them constantly.

'Peak rank 8s are proud of how they fused their truesouls with the river of space and time, giving themselves unlimited life.. However, the law of time can bring them back to their most vulnerable moment…' Leylin now began to understand why the Overgod and the Magus Will could lead numerous peak rank 8s without issue. Although wielding the power of spacetime wasn't exactly the same as holding the life and death of other Magi in their hands, it was essentially no different.

'The others didn't feel the time being reversed, they don't even remember!' Leylin sighed in secret. Even at the peak of original sin he could only vaguely sense this, and he'd needed the A.I. Chip to prove it.

'I can't deal with rank 9s right now… Let the other one handle it…' Leylin sneered in secret, sending out a signal.

The earth of the Magus World cracked open, revealing the seven levels of the subterranean world. The Magus Will in the darkest depths seemed to be provoked by the Overgod, awakening swiftly. Its power of spacetime finally freed the numerous peak rank 8s, allowing them to recover some of their mobility.

"Leylin! Come here quickly! The Overgod's powers exceed our imagination!" Mother Core screamed, "Hurry, activate the two-world plan!"

Whoosh!* Leylin, Mother Core, Ignox and numerous Magi native to the Magus World gathered together.

""In my essence as a Magus, I call upon the will of magic!""

The entire Magus World rumbled, astonishing power shooting forth from its depths as the purple web around it was severed.

Whoosh!* The two beings with the power of spacetime instantly broke through the spatial seal, descending at the point of contact.

"Magus!" "God!" With the two most formidable World Wills having come into contact, even without any words of instigation they would be unable to coexist.

Dazzling white light erupted, as the fabric of spacetime trembled. The two World Wills rammed into each other, the ripples from their combat able to instantly annihilate anyone below the peak of rank 8.

"Not good! Get out of here immediately!" Be it the Magi or the gods, everyone was a peasant in the face of this fight. They could only escape in panic when faced with this natural disaster.

The light grew brighter and brighter, able to blind even beings of laws. An explosion occurred when it could brighten no more, a raging torrent of energy sweeping across the borders of the two worlds to annihilate everything.

However, that mysterious radiance seemed to be doing something else as well, nurturing some sort of existence.

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Battlefield

The two rank 9s were terrifyingly fast. They'd distanced themselves instantly during the explosion, patiently waiting for everything to end.

"What… is… this?" Leylin looked at the confluence of the two worlds, surprise flashing in his eyes. The merged area was devoured under his gaze, reaching a total standstill as the World of Gods and Magus World seemed to reach a perfect balance. They now looked like a dumbbell, the two worlds joined by this point of confluence.

He instantly moved to this new land. Everything here had originally been void, but a black continent had been formed after the blast.

"The laws of space and time have crystallised…" Scanning across the large continent, Leylin found that all kinds of laws had grown stable here, the earth more solid than magic alloy while the space was extremely stable. Even Breaking Dawns would find it difficult to fly here, forget breaking through space.

Leylin used the law of original sin to scan the entire continent, finding out its specific area. It was one tenth the size of the prime material plane, without the slightest hints of life in the rocky desert.

"Where did the Overgod and Magus Will go?" Leylin asked Mother Core who was beside him.

"This place is at the centre of the confluence between the two worlds, having a strange balance…" Mother Core truly was an existence that had survived the Final War. Her insight and abundant experience allowed her to make sense of the situation, "Although the Overgod suffered serious injuries with the destruction of the Weave, the fight between rank 9s exceeds the limit of my comprehension…

"Even if the Overgod is slightly weaker than the Magus WIll, I'm afraid they won't be able to determine a winner in a short period of time. They should currently be entangled in a dimension we cannot detect, leaving the task of the Final War to the beings of law…"

"You mean…" Leylin looked at the huge continent below them. Although it wasn't suitable for life, it did indeed serve well as a battlefield for beings of law.

"That's right… With the two worlds merging together, the devouring has reached a deadlock. The rest depends on the power of the beings of law…"

Mother Core pointed towards the mainland, "This is the final battlefield, a land of nirvana where the losers lose everything. If we can achieve a pivotal victory here, the Magus Will will be able to directly devour the Overgod… However, the opposite is true as well!"

"In other words," Leylin muttered, "The power of the World Wills are determined by their inhabitants. The victor of this battle here will determine final victory between the two beings of law…"

"Correct. With the two-world plan and our advantage of advancing first, we have a great advantage right now… Don't squander it!"

"I'm afraid beings of law aren't enough… We also need large amounts of cannon fodder," Leylin mused, "We need a regiment of Breaking Dawns led by an existence of laws to take out the lesser and intermediate gods…"

"Our reserves consist of all the Magi across the astral plane. We far exceed the opponent in numbers…"

"We'll gather our troops, mobilising them for war immediately…" numerous beings of law promised.

Leylin, on the other hand, was staring at the huge black continent. This would be the final battlefield, the land of the end. One could imagine how it would become a terrifying land of death in the near future.On the other end of the battlefield, space trembled as numerous divine kingdoms descended. They formed a strange beehive-like structure, a sort of tight fortress. Numerous prayers sounded out as holy spirits prepared to defend the mainland. The gods had completely disregarded all notions of good and evil, fighting side by side.

Armies of elementals entered the battlefield, accompanied by demon lords led by the two Abyssal Lords. Massive demonic armies rushed forth.

"The divine kingdoms have descended, and all the races allied together… It seems like the gods are staking everything on this too…" Leylin sneered at the opponents' formation.

"The final battle is nigh… The scale of this war has already exceeded the peak of our past," Mother Core added.

"It seems so! We should begin with our arrangements too."

Numerous rules Magus roared. The power of laws fused with each other here, allowing them to unleash their full strength without the World War Armour.

The same held true for the gods. However, such 'fairness' wasn't actually fair.

"Our determination to forge forward… Everything we've struggled to obtain from the astral plane shall be displayed here today. The glory of the Magi will shroud everything!" The Magi roared out loud, opening the channels to world after world.

The Dark World, Purgatory, Icy World… A steady stream of troops marched out of every one, their faces flooded with bloodthirst and determination. The weakest was at the Morning Star realm, equivalent to legendaries in the World of Gods. And that was the cannon fodder!

For the sake of the truth, to advance their truesouls, these Magi set off without hesitation. Terrifying war drums echoed throughout the astral plane!

A large ghastly castle revealed itself in Leylin's assigned area, as if a living snake that released bloodthirsty roars.

""Father!"" Two young Warlocks appeared within the huge hall, and Leylin looked at them with a gentle smile on his face. "I only planned to use my accumulations in Dreamscape and my avatar's divine kingdom in this Final War. I didn't think you'd insist on coming, the Ouroboros Clan was too weak to help."

Standing in front of Leylin were his two oldest sons, Syre and Daniel. Both of them had inherited his bloodline, benefitting from the power of the Nightmare Hydra. They were close to the realm of laws, just like him when he was at the peak of rank 6.

The early stages of advancement for a Warlock depended almost solely on the strength of their bloodline. In this regard, what could exceed the bloodline of the Nightmare Hydra?

"Are you aware of how dangerous the Final War is? Even Breaking Dawns are still cannon fodder here… What do your mothers have to say about this?"Leylin looked at his two oldest sons. They were already a thousand years old, having become ancestral figures of the Ouroboros Clan with children and grandchildren of their own.

"The records of the ancient war in the library described it well enough…" Syre and Daniel looked at each other for a bit, before Daniel stood up and spoke, "We told Mother and Aunt before we left…"

"You…" Leylin sighed. He could see a shadow of his past self in the eyes of his children, holding an insatiable thirst for the truth.

Furthermore, it was difficult for a Breaking Dawn Magus to advance to rank 7. Even Leylin had relied on frantically plundering Dreamscape and the World of Gods to make the leap successfully.

Even though Syre and Daniel had a head start with their bloodlines, they still needed opportunities over a long period of time to bloom. The World of Gods was a shortcut to this. As long as they managed to kill a true god and seize a portion of their godfire or divinity, they would be able to obtain comprehension in laws directly.

None of the Magi in the astral plane could resist this temptation. It was the reason why so many low-ranked Magi had joined despite the shocking casualty rate.

"I respect your choices…" Leylin looked at his sons, traces of gentleness within his eyes. "However… since you have decided on this path, you will have to be prepared to undertake the responsibility of your choices, regardless of the result…"

""Yes sir!"" their excited voices rang out. They hadn't expected things to go so smoothly…

Leylin clapped his hands once both of them left. Two Lords of Calamity walked into the hall, bowing slightly towards him.

"Follow behind them and protect their lives. I'll raise your quota for a hundred years in exchange." The Lords of Calamity were happy with that exchange, and they bowed and retreated.

"The protection of two rank 8s, that shall be it…" Leylin shook his head. These kids couldn't understand the cruelty of the Final War. Even with the Lords of Calamity protecting them they could lose their lives if they were unlucky enough to meet a greater god or someone of that ilk.

However, Leylin decided not to care about it anymore. He'd given them prior warnings and sent guards. His obligations were fulfilled.

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Discernment

The Final War had returned to the astral plane, this time occurring in a desolate land where the two large worlds converged. The dusk of the gods had returned, and legions of Magi and gods from various worlds fought with vigour. Morning Stars, Radiant Moons, Breaking Dawns, everyone died like great batches of ants.

Terrifying energy waves rocked the void practically every day, signifying the fall of beings of law. Numerous Magi were lucky enough to obtain the godfires of different gods, becoming beings of laws. The same went the other way, where those who killed beings of law turned into gods or advanced in rank.

The merciless war crushed all the laws of the world. Personal power was the only standard here, one that could determine everything.Leylin's zone had become a land of marshes, the A.I. Chip clone and a large number of Lords of Calamity protecting it. They were joined by Shar's shadow wizards and the Snake Dowager's legion of serpents.

Numerous intermediate gods had fallen at their hands, setting a terrifying reputation for the Lord of Original Sin. He was praised and feared by Magi and gods alike.

Leylin himself was stood within the Targaryen Castle. The Nightmare Hydra was thundering, absorbing the near-solid power of sin surging in from everywhere.

"War really is the best time to absorb the power of sin…" Leylin sighed. The Nightmare Hydra behind him seemed to have traversed some sort of boundary of the world, encountering a more abstruse and terrifying domain. The essence of the entire astral plane was gathered here, the weakest fighters being in the Morning Star realm. The negative energy gathered here was frightening, only boosted by the darkness in the hearts of the weaker Magi and legendary fighters.

'What does even this much strength mean in front of the power of spacetime?' Leylin's expression darkened at this thought, memories of the two World Wills replaying in his mind.

[Beep! Simulation of the law of space is currently at 1.97%, insufficient data. Cannot simulate the law of time.]

The highest priority bracket had two incredibly eye-catching prompts.

"I need to acquire the power of spacetime to analyse it and grasp its laws…" Leylin stroked his chin, "The path of original sin was built upon the power of nightmares, and contain the strength of spacetime. However, how do I get some? Perhaps…"

He suddenly recalled that the World Wills, despite their earth-shattering might, weren't truly omniscient and omnipotent like the rank 9 Magi of legend were. He felt like something was off.

"Perhaps the Overgod and the Magus Will aren't actually at rank 9, only grasping a portion of the powers of spacetime like I had with rank 7…" All sorts of possibilities arose in Leylin's mind, causing him to brighten up slightly, "In that case…"

"Lord of Original Sin!" The power of the earth sent a message of invitation to Leylin's ears at this moment.

"Mother Core!" Leylin took a step forward, arriving underground in almost an instant. Mother Core's lava-like main body was lying there in wait, Ignox standing nearby.

His guide to the subterranean world finally seemed to have gained some benefits from the war, and advanced to rank 8.

"Congratulations, Ignox!" Leylin smiled as he greeted the being.

"It was just dumb luck. Mother Core helped me kill the elvish God of Hate, Piflas, and I obtained his divinity…" Ignox answered modestly.

Leylin gave him a long look. Whatever be the case, it took some decisiveness to choose a path of evil like the law of hatred. Still, the Magus World had its fair share of Magi like Ignox. The sigh of admiration didn't last long before Leylin shifted his attention elsewhere.

"Mother Core, is it the appointed time yet?"

"Yes, and I hope to get your help!" Mother Core's tone was very humble.

Leylin was her equal in strength, and he had the Lords of Calamity, Shar, the Snake Dowager, and others under him. He also had an intermediate god for a clone, alongside the outreach of a huge organisation that exceeded hers. He played an important role to the Magi, occupying a position of power. His suggestions were taken very seriously by the entire alliance.

"Please speak…" Since she'd been helping him all this while, Leylin didn't mind giving her some help to bind their alliance further.

"I wish for your help in killing the Earthmother, Chauntea." Mother Core spoke in a low voice ,but Leylin didn't look the least bit surprised.

Mother Core was already at the peak of rank 8, but her path was limiting her advance. It couldn't hold the power of spacetime.

Now, however, as long as she devoured the greater goddess Chauntea, she would be able to make up for the defects in her own path with the power of the earth. This would make her foundations perfect, and create a better basis upon which she could grow in strength.

The chance to compensate for the issues in one's path was incredibly rare for peak rank 8 Magi, something that couldn't be given up on. Any price was worth praying for it.

"Have you found traces of her yet?" Chauntea was a goddess on the same level as Silvanus. Divine rank held no meaning to them, because they already stood at the peak of the gods. They were only second to the Overgod himself. If he needed to deal with an existence like that, even Leylin had to be cautious.

"Of course. She's an important asset, so she needs to be at the most intense battlefields…" Mother Core waved a giant screen into existence, countless hills forming a general map of the battlefield.

"The green regions have the least intense battles, while red is places both sides are vying for. The darker the colour, the more intense the battle…"

Mother Core pointed at three areas that were almost purple on the map, "Gale Gorge, the Dark Cage, and your own swamp in the Blade Hills are the areas with the greatest amount of activity. My information says Chauntea is at Gale Gorge, and I've already applied to be stationed there…"

"Is that so…" Leylin stroked his chin, muttering to himself while looking at the map.

"I defend Blade Hills alongside another peak rank 8. We just taught the gods there a good lesson, so there shouldn't be any large battles in the near future. However, I have few troops I can assign… How about this? I'll give you a portion of my runes of sin. Call for me, and my true body will head for Gale Gorge immediately…"

Making a deal with Mother Core and discussing a few other issues of cooperation, Leylin's figure disappeared from the underground, leaving Ignox and Mother Core behind alone.

"You should make some preparations too…" Ignox respectfully bowed and left as he heard those words, the black ring on his body glistening even more intensely.The divine kingdoms at the side of the gods were filled with greenery, birdsong, and the fragrance of flowers.

"I hope you understand your role, Chauntea…" Flowers bloomed into the face of Silvanus. Without his true body, he naturally had a better understanding of the path of nature, becoming the goddess' guide.

"Of course, tempting Mother Core and killing the Lord of Original Sin at the same time would be good…" Chauntea spoke up, radiating earthen divine force, "I'm interested in the core of her path as well…"

"Keep in mind that both of them are peak rank 8s from the Magus World… If we kill them, it'll be a huge blow…" Silvanus looked grim, "This mission is very important, so there will be other gods aiding you…"

"I understand…" Chauntea sounded serious as her true form melded into the earth.

It was not just the Magi that wanted to hunt the gods. The gods, too, were coveting the Magi's forces of laws, and battles filled with schemes and traps began to spread across the Gale Gorge.The Nightmare Hydra hissed from atop the Targaryen Castle, absorbing the power of emotions from the astral plane and more importantly the nirvana battlefield. It was like a black fog, spreading across the battlefield to monitor everything.

"Hmm? A power of envy and greed is aimed at me…" The heads of greed and envy suddenly opened their eyes, the ice-cold pupils concealing threads of emotional force as they soon entered the heart of a certain someone.

"Hehe… so it's you…" Leylin snickered, and circled above the battlefield. The Nightmare Hydra that fed on the power of emotional force was like a spider queen in a large spider cave, not even the slightest of movements missing his attention… Even as an existence of laws, as long as there was a gap in one's soul, they would also be affected by the power of sins.

However, Leylin had always kept this secret well, using it as a final trump card that could turn the tables. Now was the time that he could make use of it.

"The Earth Goddess Chauntea, God of Nature, Silvanus, and…" Leylin stroked his chin, "How should I make use of this ambush? Or… perhaps I should do this. If this plan succeeds, there's hope for the Final War to end within a century!" An intricate plan began to form in Leylin's mind.

This was not all. He continued to manipulate the web of emotions and send certain complex feelings out. It began to affect the judgement of some beings of law.

With Leylin's current strength, even another God of Prophecy would only see a haze in his future.

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Appearance

Violent winds swept across Gale Gorge constantly, forming a terrifying storm that possessed the power of laws. Even Magi of laws wouldn't be able to hold on for long in this place, making it a choke point where the armies of the Magi and the gods faced off from opposite ends of the canyon. Dazzling runes were emitting energy mid-air.

Rumble!* The earth whistled at that moment, the entire land trembling as large chunks of black granite condensed to form a female voice in greeting.

"Mother Core! You're finally here…" a few beings of law flew out from the Magus camp, shockingly led by the Darkness Lord.

"Here, these belong to you now," the Darkness Lord had a grimacing expression as he passed her a seal, "Also… You need to give half of the production of Gale Gorge up to the alliance, everything else belongs to you…"

Although there were no traces of life within this land of death created by the two World Wills, there were in fact other treasures. The Magi and Gods realised that the place had an extremely high elemental density, producing veins of precious ores.

Of course, even the most precious of stones was of no value to beings of law. However, some items even a peak rank 8 couldn't let go of easily. Gale Gorge, for example, produced some sort of wind elemental crystals that could contain fragmented power of law. It could give one instant success in entering the realm of laws.

Leylin speculated that, as the origin of such large worlds, the two World Wills were overflowing with excess laws even if they were in slumber. They'd spread out these laws in crystallised form during fighting, something completely normal for them.

However, such a 'normal' thing was an unexpected surprise for the combatants. Even if a Magus couldn't utilise these crystals, they could hold onto them for future generations or exchange them with other beings.

There were even rumours that fragmented laws of spacetime were being produced in the depths of Gale Gorge, something that the peak rank 8 Magi were unable to resist!

Several investigations had revealed three possible locations of these spacetime fragments, the same three regions becoming the primary battlefield between the two sides. This was how Gale Gorge, the Dark Cage, and the Battle Hills became the Nirvana Battlefield.

However, despite being at the swamp of the Battle Hills, Leylin didn't have good luck. Although he'd mobilised all his subordinates, he'd yet to see even a shadow of spacetime laws, instead finding several fragmented laws of other domains. These were sadly of no use to him, only to be added to his treasure vault or exchanged with other Magi…

Mother Core had made several secret transactions in order to be allocated here, paying a huge price.

"I'm sure the Earthmother Chauntea is currently in the opposing camp here. The kind of divine force coming from there is not something normal gods can wield." Having known of Mother Core's target, the Darkness Lords voluntarily sold her a favour, "She seems to be fond of entering the Gale Whirlpools in search of crystals, attacking our men singlehandedly."

"…I see. Once again, I thank you for your assistance. The Magus World shall eternally remember the friendship of darkness…" Mother Core Guaranteed.

A huge core emerged from the earth, spreading its infinite roots out into the land. Despite being tougher than magic alloy, the ground couldn't stop MOther Core from taking root, spreading across the entire camp to put it under her control. The range of her detection tendrils spread out unceasingly…

"I sense a problem…" Ignox snorted from behind her, "Do the Gods treat us as fools with such an obvious trap?"

"Of course, I know that too, but I can't wait anymore…" Mother Core's huge eyes seems to be trembling slightly, "I need her divine force to make up for my lack of foundation. This is my only chance to advance to rank 9, nobody can stop me! Definitely not!"

"Alright! We need to call for reinforcements if things escalate…" Ignox shrugged his shoulders. "No matter what, we outnumber them. We should use our advantage and push forth steadily, making all schemes and tricks useless…"

"You're right!" Mother Core agreed, the fiery thirst unconcealable in her eyes as she looked towards Gale Gorge.A dark web of negative emotions had spread throughout Targaryen Castle, allowing Leylin to absorb the essence of original sin without end. He grew stronger by the day, the Nightmare Hydra located at the core of the web seeming more and more unpredictable.

HISS!* The central devouring head of the Nightmare Hydra suddenly opened its vertical eyes, showing a puzzled expression.

Whoosh!* Large amount of black mist condensed as it transformed back into Leylin, emotional energy forming dark luxurious robes that draped across his body. The silhouette of the hydra flashed within his eyes, as numerous black hairs seemed to connect themselves to all the emotions in the world. Wielding the power of Shar's Shadow Weave, and having controlled Mystra's powers previously as well, Leylin was familiar with the architecture of energy networks.

Leylin's third eye opened up in the midst of his devilish eyebrows, the void twisting to form a rune.

"Save… save me…" A gust of weak emotional power was transmitted from within, carrying fear and urgency.

"Mother Core! To think she was trapped… in a Gale Whirlpool? They've finally decided to act?" Leylin sighed.

He'd been somewhat shocked by the amount of strength the gods had been able to display. Mother Core was a peak rank 8 existence, and it was ten times more difficult to trap someone than to kill them!

"Leylin?" A black secret imprint twisted behind Leylin's hands, "This is Ignox. Mother Core and I have been trapped within Gale Whirlpool. This was a trap! Chauntea and Silvanus have revealed their hands… Please contact the alliance as soon as possible, and save us. We can only last another thirty hour— Bzzt— Damn, they're interfering with the connection, it's going to—" The imprint suddenly shifted to static. The rune flickered a few times, before dying out completely.

"Damn it…" Leylin cursed, and had a clone appear within the Magus Conference. "Mother Core and Ignox fell into a trap, we need to send reinforcements!"

There were only a few figures present in the conference right now, seeming empty and lonely.

"Keke… Isn't this the Lord of Original Sin? You are here to request reinforcements? Unfortunately, the majority of other peak rank 8 Magi have been allocated missions. Of course, if you don't mind, my true body can always be dispatched…" Distorted Shadow appeared, clearly amused.

"Such a coincidence…" Leylin took a deep breath, and stared coldly at Distorted Shadow.

Magi always placed importance on their own interests. Regardless of their former relationship with Mother Core, if they lacked the strength to save her from her plight not many would be willing to take action. This was how they'd watched the Chaos Lord and Evil Filthy Eye fall.

Knowing this, Leylin stopped trying to get more reinforcements. He directly disappeared from the conference hall.*Hiss!* Almost all the Magi near Targaryen Castle saw a marvellous scene. The silhouette of the terrifying Nightmare Hydra shot out from its abode, moving with determination as it instantly disappeared from the sky.

"Lord Leylin!" Most Magi identified their Lord, bowing respectfully. Few panicked.

"Keke… As expected, he has dispatched his true body…" Distorted Shadow's true body surfaced somewhere in the void.

"It's as you said, he's proud and arrogant…" Another black silhouette spoke out, golden light within his eyes.

"He's the Lord of Sin, of course his laws will influence him. The influence of the seven deadly sins isn't easily eliminated, not to mention I amplified it a thousandfold with my distortion power…"

Distorted Shadow snorted coldly, "We shouldn't underestimate him. I've suffered time and time again at his hands!"

"You can rest assured. Don't you know the forces we've dispatched this time?" the black shadow with golden eyes guaranteed.

"We've never underestimated the Lord of Original Sin. The power of a peak rank 8 combined with his prior feats… no god will take him easily…" There seemed to be a sadness within the black shadow's voice.

"On the other hand, for you to be willing to abandon the Magi and join us gods…" it looked at Distorted Shadow, "Once this operation succeeds we'll begin your ascension to become the God of Chaos. You'll be able to become a greater god easily…"

"Chaos? A spoil of war stripped off from the original Chaos Lord? Keke… I like the sound of it…" Distorted Shadow's owl-like voice resounded, as his silhouette disappeared.

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A Show

The Magi at Gale Gorge had fallen into chaos with Mother Core and Ignox being ambushed.

The gods launched an attack on them, divine light shining down on the area as angelic holy spirits swarmed the skies, singing praise of their gods as a light of purity razed the Magus castles.

Hiss!* The void split apart at that moment, revealing the figure of a Nightmare Hydra that covered the skies.

"It's the Lord of Original Sin!" The Magi rejoiced. On the other side, the petitioners and holy spirits showed fear in their eyes. After all, this existence that had once swallowed the sun was still burning in their memory. That fear was etched deep inside their hearts, and now it had grown into full fledged terror.

"Original Sin!" the Nightmare Hydra hissed, and dense clouds began to envelop the battlefield. Holy spirits, petitioners, even the beings still within the divine kingdoms found their expressions contorting, as the negative emotions in their hearts were magnified over ten million times. Their eyes grew bloodshot.

"Arghhh…" A holy spirit roared, and his body was split into two. A dark beast clawed its way out, possessing the power of hellfire.

"Servants of Original Sin! Attack!" Large numbers were turned in an instant, and the dense army of the divine actually turned around to greet their new Lord. It charged out under the command of the Nightmare Hydra, heading for its original camp.

Cries of anguish rang out, and the magnified emotions were absorbed by a rejoicing Leylin.

"Leylin, Lord of Original Sin!" "Leylin, Lord of Original Sin!" "Leylin, Lord of Original Sin!" A great number of Magi cheered, their voices heard above all other commotions.

The Nightmare Hydra didn't stop there. The third eye of the devouring head showed itself, looking towards a certain part of the sky.

Kacha!* The law of devouring broke the void, revealing several flustered gods.

"Stay!" A sharp silver blade flew out of the snake's jaws, piercing through the middle of a god's eyebrows.

Bang!* the god's eyes were full of shock, turning sluggish as his divine body fell down. Seven Sins had already destroyed his everything, wiping out all chances of his resurrection.

"Lathander!" Several gods seethed in fury, yet they did not tarry as they beat their retreat.

"Lathander? The Morninglord? Becoming a lesser god after the sun was extinguished, what useless trash…" Leylin didn't feel much joy for killing a former greater god. He instead shifted his glance towards a rank 7 Magus, pulling the man closer, "Where's Mother Core?"

Even as an existence of laws, the rank 7 felt fear seep through his entire body in the face of the Nightmare Hydra. "T–The Gale Whirlpools," he stuttered out, "H–Here's a map, my Lord!"

This old Magus had a cap of spikes on his head, and his beard was now quivering as if the Nightmare Hydra would gobble him up at any second. After all, he was just a rank 7 Magus, and this existence before him had killed a lesser god effortlessly just like that.

"Well done, I'll leave the remaining tasks to you!" The dark mist covered the map, and the Nightmare Hydra's figure vanished immediately before the old Magus, entering Gale Gorge. The blades of wind that could repel beings of law couldn't even create sparks on the Nightmare Hydra's scales.

"As expected of a peak rank 8 like Leylin Farlier, the most outstanding Magus in the astral plane…" The old Magus muttered, feeling extremely discouraged."Gale Gorge!" Feeling the ever-growing pressure within Gale Gorge, Leylin sighed.

The valley was littered with azure tornadoes that could swallow up beings of law. The boundless area seemed to contain multiple smaller planes, just like a giant maze. Even powerful beings would get lost here without a map, which Leylin fortunately possessed.

He stepped forth fearlessly, his current strength ensuring that there wasn't much in the world that could stop him. The Nightmare Hydra bulldozed through the region, crushing many smaller planes into pieces as it created an extremely safe straight path.

"Whirlpool 3, I'm here!" Leylin felt weightless as he jumped into a huge whirlpool. The eye of the storm was devoid of the frightening winds and thick walls that blocked all entry.

"Mother Core and Ignox!" Leylin immediately saw two large figures sealed in thick world crystals, surrounded by numerous gods with auras powerful just standing nearby could cause one to be frightened.

"Chauntea, Tempus, Tyr, and Silvanus…" The Nightmare Hydra howled, spitting out a horrifying amount of destructive power from its nine heads. The gods quickly retreated as it began to shrink, condensing into Leylin's normal form with Seven Sins in hand.

"Break!" Seven Sins whistled, its sharp blade ramming into the world crystals.

Ka-cha! Ka-cha!* A web of cracks spread along the surface of the crystals, before they rumbled and exploded. Mother Core's true body burst out from within, accompanied by Ignox.

"You did well, Leylin!" Mother Core gazed at Leylin in delight. However, her eyes suddenly showed an intense emotion, "NOO!"

Right at the moment they were saved, Ignox's face was shrouded by a terrifying darkness. A power of distortion formed in his hands, revealing a spear as sharp as could be. The full power of a rank 8 Magus thrust it into Leylin's chest.

"Eicher's Thorn!" Mother Core cried out, the majestic power of earth pushing Ignox away as disbelief filled her eyes, "Why? Ignox, why are you doing this?"

"Keke… you're asking me why I'm doing this?" Ignox laughed maniacally, pulling off his black cloak to reveal the essence of distortion. The rings of power grew more and more terrifying, and his aura eventually shifted into another form.

"Distorted Shadow!" A phantom hydra snarled from behind Leylin, a few of its heads sinking down. His hands filled up with the power of sin as he pulled the dagger out, his eyes on Distorted Shadow, "Was Ignox a clone, or did you use your powers to consume him?"

His words revealed an astounding secret. The rank 7 wizard known as Ignox, always staying within the Magus World, was actually controlled by Distorted Shadow, perhaps even as a clone!

"Is there a difference?" Boundless distorted shadows filled the void as his true body descended. The black rings melded with Distorted Shadow, revealing that the two were of the same essence.

"All I know is that all of you shall fall here…" Fusing back with Ignox, Distorted Shadow became even more difficult to comprehend. He seemed on the verge of reaching peak rank 8 again.

He was initially an incomplete conscient. Even after devouring the God of Murder, Cyric, and making use of his essence to recover, he'd only temporarily regained his status as a peak rank 8. He was still a ways to go from true peak rank 8 power like Mother Core. Now, however, his might exceeded that of Mother Core, closing in on Leylin's peak prowess.

"Mother Core, and the Lord of Original Sin! The two extreme powers of the Magus World… I see the rise of the stars from your death!" With the four gods present as well, Leylin and Mother Core were heavily surrounded.

Rumble!* Silvanus' will descended amidst a green light. The leader of the gods brought with him the power of the four elemental planes.

Wind, earth, water, and fire. The four elemental gods had descended, forming a terrifying seal once more as they broke off all chances of escape!

"Gods!" Mother Core gazed at DIstorted Shadow, seemingly in disbelief. "For the sake of internal conflict you're actually willing to betray us and side with the gods?"

The fight between Leylin and Distorted Shadow had only been a conflict of interest before. Now, however, Distorted Shadow joining the gods would make him the archenemy of all Magi.

"How can my tolerance and greatness be estimated by you…" Distorted Shadow laughed maniacally, "I will soon become the God of Chaos in the World of Gods, still retaining my powers as a Magus. I am the only one qualified to reach the end of the Final War, obtaining eternity!"

The distortions around Distorted Shadow's body began to go berserk, representing the agitation in his mind at this moment.

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Killing

The four elemental planes surged, becoming the essence of a seal powered by the cries of the gods. Even then, Distorted Shadow's laughter was more piercing than everything else.

"Before this… Were you the one who revealed the two-world plan and caused the fall of the Chaos Lord and Evil Filthy Eye?" Struck by a powerful weapon like Eicher's Thorn, Leylin now looked rather pale. Still his eyes emanated a brilliant lustre, even as his truesoul of original sin was weakening and the phantom hydra behind him withering away.

"Yes," Distorted Shadow did not hesitate at all, "Who told the Chaos Lord to block my path? The law of chaos belongs to me!

"Besides, only the fall of two peak rank 8s could show my sincerity. I even tried to scheme against you, but…" Distorted Shadow glanced at Leylin, as if disappointed at his failure in doing Leylin harm.

"So, during the Magus Conference, did you use the power of distortion to cheat the oath?" Leylin deduced.

"That's right! Ask me if there's anything else you're unsure of, I'll tell you everything. Whatever it is, from hereon, all traces of your existence shall be completely wiped out. You shan't even exist in the river of space and time…"

"There's nothing else!" A smile appeared on Leylin's face, causing Distorted Shadow to suddenly have a bad premonition, "You lot heard this, right?"

"Yes, very clearly!" A couple of whistles sounded in the air, and another Nightmare Hydra came into the shattered space. Numerous peak rank 8 Magi made their way here, protected by the power of original sin.

The Darkness Lord, the Tree of Life, the Blood Knight… Even another Leylin appeared, seeming completely unharmed.

"You…" The appearance of so many peak rank 8 Magi seemed to destroy the gods' glory, and Distorted Shadow shouted in derangement.

"Did you think that just your powers of distortion could deceive the truesoul of a being of laws?" The Leylin next to Mother Core sneered furtively, his body dispersing and turning into a dark bloody mist of original sin. "Even if I specifically showed you this move, you failed to consider I might be using it…"

Leylin looked at Distorted Shadow like one would at a moron, and the Magus started to cry out in insanity, "Impossible! Why did it turn out this way? I already used the power of distortion to deceive your soul… NO! ORIGINAL SIN!"

"You finally noticed?" Leylin gazed at Distorted Shadow with pity in his eyes, "Your power of distortion lost to my power of original sin in the contest, and I fooled your truesoul…"

"How… how's that possible?" Distorted Shadow was most proficient at using the power of distortion to silently affect other beings. Planting a seed of distortion in Cyric, corroding and devouring Ignox, and his various setups for Leylin were all proof of this.

However, with Seven Sins supporting it, the power of original sin had extraordinary effect on the mind. In the clash of these two forces, Distorted Shadow had been defeated completely. He'd failed to deceive Leylin's soul, instead being trapped under an illusion himself to reveal all his schemes.

Being defeated in the area he was most proud of, and defecting in front of so many Magi, this was the greatest humiliation and blow Distorted Shadow ever had ever faced in his life.

"I will kill you, all of you…" Distorted Shadow had completely gone insane.

"I should be the one saying that! I shall be the one to judge you for your sins!" Leylin waved his hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang!* The eight Lords of Calamity appeared one after the other, followed by the A.I. Chip clone and the Snake Dowager. The number of rank 8 existences present caused the gods to turn grim. For the sake of victory, and his own safety, Leylin hadn't hesitated to give up his swamps and gather all his people here.

"In the name of the Allied Magus Conference, I hereby announce that Distorted Shadow has renounced the path of truth and given up on the glory of the Magi. He is no longer fit to be called a Magus!" The Darkness Lord announced, "From hereon, Distorted Shadow is a lapdog of the gods, and the enemy of the Magi!"

"The plan failed. Retreat!" Silvanus' conscient descended with green light, "Save your strength!"

"What are we waiting for? Now's the best time! If we take them out we'll save hundreds of years in the war!" Leylin leapt out and exclaimed, Seven Sins emanating a demonic luster.

"Everyone, act according to plan!" the clone bellowed, light flashing in its eyes. Although the Lords of Calamity were strong, they had to join forces to survive amidst peak rank 8s and greater gods.

"With the bloodline as a foundation!" The Snake Dowager opened her arms, and the ball of snakes that was her true body appeared, hissing and roaring as it surged with bloodline force.

"With the power of calamity as the structure!" The eight Lords of Calamity roared in range, forming eight different nodes of a formation as they balanced perfectly with the snakes.

"Bloodline Calamity!" The A.I. Chip clone was at the centre, using its terrifying computing abilities to tune the might of the nine beings of law. It synergised bloodline force and the powers of calamity, forming the ultimate killing move.

Crimson crystals fell from the sky like snow, immediately defending against the attacks of Tyr and Tempus. It created a unique space around it, possessing a trace of spacetime power that separated the two gods from Gale Gorge.

Leylin soon moved out, Seven Sins in the form of a crossblade. He guided the uncountable crystals in the sky, sending them hurling down on the gods like hail.

"Prideguard!" Seven Sins turned into an armour that deflected Tempus' final attack. Leylin then drove the crossblade that carried the power of blood and calamity through his forehead, destroying his truesoul. Silence in Death activated, ensuring no chance of Tempus ever resurrecting again.

"Vile Magus! You have killed yet another of our ranks. Even the Styx cannot wash you of your sins!" Tyr bellowed, but he continued to retreat. The only thing he was feeling now was regret. If he could go back in time, he swore he'd have given everything to kill Leylin at all costs.

However, Leylin did not give him this chance.

"Tyr, Mystra's ally… Today marks the end of our conflict!" Seven Sins morphed through its various forms, eventually settling to become a black horned hammer.

"Fury Amplification!" "Blessing Of Greed!" The hammer crushed down, carrying a power that could destroy everything. Tyr screamed like a damsel in distress, as he frantically fled backwards, but he couldn't escape the joint attack of ten rank 8s, countless crimson crystals sealing off his path causing him to accept his fate.

Boom!* The divine weapon in Tyr's hands cracked in its clash with Seven Sins, unable to bear the burden. The hammer soon smashed Tyr's head in, and destructive force ravaged the God of justice.

Bang!* Everything soon returned to normal, but there were no more signs of Tyr in this world. Seven Sins cried in victory, its whole body shuddering to make its satisfaction known. Gluttony's Devouring had absorbed the powers of two greater gods, actually making it feel bloated at the moment.

Crash!* The barrier of spacetime broke apart, and Leylin moved out only to see a startled expression on Distorted Shadow's face. He was in the midst of trying to break the barrier, trying to assist the two greater gods.

"Why? Are you that surprised?" Seven Sins turned into a fine longsword in Leylin's hands, letting out a crisp ring.

"Tyr and Tempus, these two greater god actually died just like that…" It wasn't just Distorted Shadow. The other gods, even the Darkness Lord Leylin had brought along was dumbfounded.

Distorted Shadow reacted quickly, giving up on the fight to retreat immediately. However, Leylin would never give him this chance.

"Seven Sins absorbed too much energy, let's use this chance to unleash it!" The crimson barrier appeared once more, this time sealing Distorted Shadow. Leylin followed him in.

Seven Sins had a network of veins on its body right now, squirming with excess energy. Seeing Distorted Shadow ahead of it, it roared loudly.

"Energy release!"The Battle of Gale Gorge would be passed down as an important turning point in the second Final War. The gods had lost Chauntea, Tyr, and Tempus, and their elemental gods were gravely injured. Their double agent had been hunted down and killed by Leylin as well, delivering a heavy blow.

From then on, the Magi used their various advantages to continue the war. As for Leylin, the main force in this battle, hymns of his prowess were passed down through the astral plane. His legend would not fade for millions of years.

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Death

"So the hidden thorn was taken care of!" Regardless of what others thought, Leylin was currently in an extremely jovial mood. Having killed Distorted Shadow, he felt like his soul of original sin had grown purer, bringing him closer to the threshold of space and time.

Having devoured three peak rank 8 experts, he'd felt an indiscernible upgrade to his truesoul.

"Everyone else wasn't injured, and even if Mother Core has to nurse her injuries for a while she did have gains in the gorge…" Leylin rubbed his chin.

Mother Core's battle was extremely maniacal this time. She'd given her all in order to stop Chauntea from fleeing, suffering severe injuries. It took Leylin's assistance for her to kill the Earthmother and devour her powers.

This was going to be a great benefit. Once she healed, Mother Core would be a step closer to rank 9, able to try and use the powers of spacetime.

"It's time," Leylin sighed and walked out, "Let's begin the true plan."

The Underworld of the Gods currently stood opposed to him in the swamp, the vast Styx like a moat that stopped any Magus attacks. However, the Nightmare Hydra roared into the skies like thunder at this moment, charging in without the slightest hesitation whatsoever as it stirred up huge waves. The corrosion and attraction of the Underworld had no power over Leylin.

Crash!* Leylin broke the defences of the Styx instantly, entering a land very similar to the Underworld.

"Lord of Original Sin!" A greater god surrounded by the laws of death walked out from his palace, shock in his eyes. This was Kelemvor, the opponent Leylin was guarding against.

His shock was not a pretense. Even if the Magi had obtained victory at Gale Gorde, they'd also suffered severe injuries. Rumour had it that Leylin blocked Chauntea's final attack to protect Mother Core, or both the beings who used the power of the earth would have ended up dead. However, Leylin seemed to be in his peak form here, showing no signs of weakness.

"Die!" The Nightmare Hydra hissed, and a silver light shot out of its vertical eye as it carried the powers of illusion.

"Argh… Don't dream about it!" Kelemvor tried to put up a final struggle, but a layer of shadow had appeared on his body. This shadow had the same face as Kelemvor, but it was filled with pride and envy, "Hehe… Arrogant God of Death. So you have always been jealous of Jergal's power and might, and feel like a stray dog that could be left behind at any time?"

This was the influence of Leylin's powers of emotions. He planted the seed of original sin within Kelemvor's body, dealing with him like Distorted Shadow dealt with Cyric. He stole a large amount of Kelemvor's divine force, binding his divine body.

Boom!* Seven SIns turned into a silver arrow that pierced through Kelemvor's skull, immediately causing the fall of this greater god. Leylin closed his eyes, feeling his weapon greedily absorb the law of death and nourish him.

Leylin's powers had long since surpassed Kelemvor's, and the only reason the god had still been alive was because Leylin was toying with him. Now that he was serious, the Greater God of Death was no match for him!

"Even Seven Sins has Sloth's Recovery as an ability. Do you think the Lord of Original Sin, someone controlling the law of sloth, would take any time to recover from injuries?" Leylin looked over at where Kelemvor once stood, speaking in a tone of mockery.

However, Kelemvor was already wiped off the face of space and time, losing all traces of his existence. Without the assistance of a rank 9 he could not be resurrected.

Hiss!* The Nightmare Hydra reared its heads and roared. Lightning, poison, acid, flames… All sorts of matter were spewed from its heads, the only common point being the powerful destructive properties. Kelemvor's armies were devastated, the land ravaged as his divine palace and his petitioners and holy spirits within taken out.

After everything seemed to return to the beginning of the world, the figure of an ordinary old man dressed in linen appeared in the void. He stood there quietly, not emitting a trace of a powerful aura. The only distinct thing was his eyes, which seemed extremely bright.

"Jergal! I still thought you would help that student of yours!" The Nightmare Hydra shrunk under the mist, turning back into Leylin.

"Even a God of Death must die, such are the laws of the world," Jergal said in a discerning tone.

Although this god had handed most of his divinity and divine force to Kelemvor in the past, Leylin didn't dare be complacent in front of him. He sensed that this opponent would be more powerful than the elemental gods.

"You should know my goal by now, right?" Leylin waved his hands, and the powers of original sin sealed the area, creating an illusion that Jergal and Leylin were just staring at each other in confrontation.

"Of course, your search for truth and eternity… Even as a god, I'm influenced by your perseverance…" Jergal smiled gently, "This endless life allowed me to learn more than the rest. The Overgod and Magus Will are currently in the core of the Nirvana Battlefield, locked in battle. The turbulent currents of spacetime there will make it difficult even for existences like us to break in…

"You need my help, Magus." Jergal looked at Leylin. This primordial God of Death evidently didn't share the gods' loyalty towards their World Will. He was instead similar to Leylin, wanting to ascend himself.

"Indeed." This was Leylin's purpose in coming here. For the sake of advancing to rank 9, he didn't mind allying with a god.

"Very well, follow me!" Jergal parted the river with his arms, revealing a path to the core of this battlefield. The purging powers of the Styx had no effect on Leylin's body of original sin, causing his face to change.

"The core of the Nirvana Battlefield is protected by the ultimate defences of the astral plane. Even having spent so much time, I've only managed to open up half the passageway…" The Styx brought the two to an empty void after a long journey. There were no conscients of beings of law here, only wild currents of spacetime with the power to destroy everything. The path of a peak rank 8 was the only way for one to protect themselves.

Leylin could feel two overweeningly powerful conscients in the centre of this void, infinitely close to comprehending the laws of spacetime yet stuck in a deadlock. The World Wills were in an extremely slow process of devouring each other, powered by the inhabitants of their worlds.

"I'm afraid that the victor of this battle will become a true rank 9…" From what Leylin could tell, these two conscients were halfway to rank 9. Only once they devoured their opponents could they break through the threshold, the true meaning of the prophecy of eternity.

"Although we'll obtain their favour by aiding them, the leftovers from someone else will never compare to what you earn yourself…" Jergal exclaimed, "The combined origin force of the two worlds will definitely be taken by the victor, we won't have much of a share at all. Eternity will be but a distant dream…"

"What do you want to do?" Leylin asked.

"Ally with me, and we'll consume the powers of the Magus World and the World of Gods, causing their fight to come to a stalemate. A thousand years, ten thousand years, hundred thousand years, a million years… We will continuously weaken their forces, eventually consuming one of the wills each!"

A crazed expression appeared on Jergal's face as he spoke of this blatant plan. He didn't think Leylin had any better options, being the strongest in his own camp at this point. If they joined forces, they could even extend the Final War to a billion years, weakening the World Wills and attempting to devour them as they made for eternity.

"Not a bad plan, and the success rate is extremely high.." Leylin clapped his hands and looked at Jergal. "However, how will two broken worlds with extremely weak wills aid our advancement?"

"You have a better plan?" Wariness surfaced on Jergal's face. Dense power of death circled around him, many black skeletons arising as his guards.

"These World WIlls are already quite weak! Once we devour them, we'll be able to advance to rank 9!" Leylin laughed heartily, Seven Sins appearing in his hands.

Bang!* A black tome of death appeared in Jergal's hands, its writhing scriptures having recorded the end of all creatures. This was an overgod weapon as well.

"I knew our alliance would rupture eventually, but who knew it would only last this long…" Jergal sighed.

"You think too small, Jergal. Millennia of seclusion has caused you to lose your boldness and your sharp mind." The Nightmare Hydra behind Leylin fixed its eyes on Jergal, as if staring at delicious prey…

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The Finale

The Nirvana Battlefield was a place created by two World Wills, the most stable land within the astral plane.

However, a terrifying earthquake suddenly rocked it in its entirety. Space trembled, thick and complicated chains of laws revealing themselves as they began to fall apart. The shackles that could confine Breaking Dawns broke all of a sudden, as the land that was more firm than magic alloy cracked. It was like the end of the world was nigh.

"What's going on?" "Why is this happening?"

The earthshaking changes immediately alarmed several existences. Be they greater gods or peak rank 8 Magi, everyone ignored their subordinates' injuries and rushed towards the epicenter. A strong sense of unease was spreading within their hearts.

The Nirvana Battlefield, the intersection of Gale Gorge, the Dark Cage, and the Battle Hills, was shaking, violent explosions rocking the lands as columns of fire soared into the sky. The heat could reduce anything to nothingness, leaving a huge dark pit that led to the core of the battlefield.

"Spacetime laws!" the Darkness Lord muttered in excitement, "Someone broke through into the fight between the World Wills. Who is it?"

The Magi and Gods looked at each other, immediately placing their suspicious on Leylin and Jergal. A majority of the dense fog of Leylin's original sin had dissipated in this earthquake, and given the absence of the strongest members of each side it was sufficient to explain several questions.

"The laws of space and time!" "Eternity!" "Let's go!" The Magi didn't hesitate in the slightest as they headed for the Nirvana Battlefield. It was instead the gods that hesitated, eventually following Silvanus and the four elemental gods into the deep pit.

"LEYLIN! LEYLIN!" The first thing everyone heard when they entered the Nirvana Battlefield was a voice full of resentment and unwillingness. All they managed to sea was the Nightmare Hydra roaring, filled with an aloofness despite the scales on its body being scattered around and some of its heads injured.

Leylin was wielding a longsword with both hands in the hydra's shadow, having pierced through Jergal's tome of death to directly behead him.

A strong devouring power exploded forth as the God of Death turned into black liquid, being greedily absorbed by Seven Sins. Absorbing the primordial laws of death, the hydra rapidly healed from its injuries, growing more and more powerful.

"An inexhaustible body, the ultimate inexhaustible body… Nobody below rank 9 can contend with the Lord of Original Sin…"

Silvanus and the Darkness Lord cried out involuntarily.

"Everyone is here… That's great! How could beings of law miss the passage of history?" Leylin looked around him with satisfaction.

"Lord of Original Sins, what exactly are you planning?" The Darkness Lord asked, a slight sense of excitement in his heart.

"Hmm?" Leylin turned back, releasing the power of original sin mixed with Jergal's laws of death. Seven Sins rumbled as it struck the barrier where the two World Wills were fighting, and it began to crack.

"It's obviously to pursue eternity and truth!" A terrifying aura exploded forth as Leylin shot forth with one final blow. Having been struck several times as Leylin guided Jergal's attacks in their battle, the barrier finally exploded with a huge bang. It caused the two frighteningly powerful World Wills to descend upon them, full of blazing ire!

The Overgod and Magus Will had expended much of each other's energy, but they weren't too weak yet. It was far too easy for them to suppress a group of peak rank 8s.

"Overgod!" Silvanus and a group of gods immediately knelt down.

"Mighty Magus Will!" Cold sweat dripped down Darkness Lord's forehead as he bowed alongside the other Magi.

Only Leylin stood tall in this atmosphere, looking at the glamour of the two World Wills in ernest.

"Indeed, only wills with this much power can satisfy my requirements and allow me to advance!" Leylin burst into a manic laughter, his Nightmare Hydra growing in size as the power of original sin was flaunted.

A violent fury emanated from the two wills, like giant dragons that had been challenged by ants. A seal of spacetime was formed once more. The Magus World gazed down at Leylin, about to mobilise the law of time to thoroughly exterminate this ant who dared to resist.

"The time has arrived!" However, Leylin revealed a strange smile at that moment.A while ago, in the seventh subterranean level of the Magus World.

Leylin's A.I. Chip clone was present here, surrounding Mother Core alongside Shar, the Snake Dowager, and a host of Lords of Calamity.

"You know what we need, hand it over!" The A.I Chip clone stood out, looking at the seriously injured Mother Core, "I already helped you obtain Chauntea's powers. Live through this, and you'll be able to pry into the next realm…

"Now that we don't owe each other, will you surrender your will fragment or do you want to fall?"

Mother Core had been seriously injured in the battle with Chauntea, and all the other existences had rushed underground. There was nobody to come rescue her.

"Your actions make me lament…" A green light flew into Leylin's hands. When faced with survival and death, she'd decisively chosen the former.

"Great, let's begin!" Shar walked out in leisure from behind Leylin, sending a golden seed to Leylin's hands. This was why she hadn't appeared at Gale Gorge.

Once the green light and golden seed came into contact, a terrifying change occurred. The seed grew instantly, growing tender branches and soft green leaves as it became a lofty grand tree.

"Tree of Life Project, activate!" The clone laughed loudly, a myriad of threads hanging from the huge Tree of Life beginning to spread around the entire Magus World. The Tree of Life absorbed the nutrients of the Magus World, strengthening and growing. The injured Mother Core could only sigh sadly at the scene, leaving the range of the Magus World.

Leylin had been pondering one question ever since his return from the Shadow World, and that was on how to deal with the World Will. The Overgod and Magus Will would definitely become a hurdle on his path to rank 9, something that he couldn't overcome himself.

Leylin hadn't been able to think of a way to deal with these powerful existences until Shar's actions inspired him. Although the two World Wills were powerful, they were still the same as the World Will of the Shadow World. They were existences composed of the consciousness and thoughts of the entire world!

The Tree of Life project could thus be used the same way. With some analysis and modification, the A.I. Chip had refined the Tree of Life. It was already a huge tree of light that occupied the entire Magus World, and other than Mother Core and his family that had been shifted out beforehand nothing was spared.

Having been native to the Magus World, Leylin had long since initiated the mutations and implanted himself into the subconscious of the Magus World. He was even more thorough than Shar.

"The most difficult thing to complete the Tree of Life is existences like Mother Core," the clone muttered, "But I only need 50% of the authority to influence the World Will. Even if I don't occupy the entirety of the underground, Mother Core's portion makes up for the difference…"

Peak rank 8 existences formed a significant portion of the World Will. That was the reason Leylin had been so nice to Mother Core all this while, reinforcing her when she was in trouble. He intended for success in one fell swoop. With his methods, he'd already gained control of more than 90% of the Magus World!

"It has begun!" The chaos within the Nirvana Battlefield had been transmitted over at that moment. The clone entered the Tree of Life.

Bang!* The glowing Tree of Life opened its crown, spreading through the World of Gods as well. and started spreading throughout the God's World.

Numerous fine lights similar to willows descended from the skies of the prime material plane. Every living creature, the mountains, the rivers, the consciousness of the land itself… It was all stripped, being assimilated into Leylin. The same went for Baator, the Abyss, and the Celestial Planes. Other than some of Leylin's subordinates within his divine kingdom, nobody was spared.

Indeed, Leylin had completed the Tree of Life Project in the Magus World, having tasked Shar to prepare for this a while prior. With the Overgod forcing mutations in the prime material plane to adapt it to the darkness, Leylin had been given the opportunity to take action there as well, initiating Project X.

Furthermore, Leylin had just swallowed the most powerful god of all, Jergal. With the fragments of some other divine forces, he held more than 80% of the authority there as well.

An omnipresent Tree of Life reverently descended above the dumbbell shaped fused world, releasing beautiful light into the astral plane.*Kacha! Kacha!* The gods and Magi looked on in shock within the Nirvana Battlefield, as the original killing intent of the World Wills ground to a halt like machines without oil. Numerous roots from the Tree of Life slowly wrapped the two up, radiating lofty light as it took control of them.

"I still need the fragments of will from the surviving beings of law to completely control the World Wills…" Leylin's eyes swept over the gods one by one, and they started to flee in fright.

"Space Blockade!" he smiled indifferently, manipulating the Overgod into taking action. The frozen space cut off the hopes of the gods, even pulling out and caging a green figure.

"Overgod… Why?" Silvanus asked with teary eyes. Sadly, his calls had no effect on the World Will as Leylin's sword penetrated his head.

A small light flew out, increasing Leylin's control of the Overgod. The World Will's roar swept all the remaining gods away.

"What about you?" Leylin looked to the Magi native to the Magus World, "Will you hand control over voluntarily, or would you prefer I take it by force?" Seven Sins was dripping with blood.

The Magi understood the situation well, immediately handing over their portion of the will and increasing Leylin's control once more.

"More than 99.99% control…" Leylin's gaze flickered, "Fuse together!"

The two enormous World Wills slowly started to merge together within the Tree of Life, as if in the process of exchanging laws. The Overgod had its laws of space, while the Magus Will seemed to fluctuate in time.

"With my path as the lead, guided by the power of spacetime…" The Nightmare Hydra and the path of original sin appeared behind Leylin, merging with the Tree of Life.

"He's advancing! He's advancing to rank 9!" Tears appeared on the faces of the Darkness Lord and the other Magi. They wanted to kneel, but the frozen space prevented from moving. They just watched on at the birth of a rank 9, as if they were on a pilgrimage…

The most important requirement for one to advance to rank 9 was that their path support the laws of space and time. With peak nightmare force, Leylin completely met that requirement. The laws themselves? They would come from the merged World of Gods and Magus World.

The first thing he acquired was the Overgod's law of space. The blurry figure was wrapped up in nightmare force, integrated into the path of original sin.

[Beep! Host has devoured the Overgod. Comprehension of the law of space is currently at 100%…]

The same prompt followed for the Magus Will as well:

[Beep! Host has devoured the Magus Will. Comprehension of the law of time is currently at 100%…

Host path is compatible, spacetime laws perfected. Beginning advancement…]

Bang!* A great pressure suddenly rocked the astral plane, sweeping the Darkness Lord and the rest into a random corner of the universe. Leylin's path of original sin grew larger and larger, expanding until it encased both the large worlds. The essence of the two started to merge with Leylin, as the lights of eternity gradually blossomed.……Leylin's conscient awoke after an unknown amount of time. "This is rank 9?" he asked himself, "All-knowing and omnipotent."

He sensed the locations of Syre and Daniel, Isabel, Shar, and the rest of his kith and kin. They were doing extremely well in a large world.

Right now, Leylin could learn of anything in the astral plane in an instant, performing any task he wished immediately. He was rank 9, the Magus of Magi, a god amongst gods! Nothing in the astral plane could deceive him, even the ancient Wisdom Tree hidden at its fringes. It had exuded a friendly aura, its posture humble and insignificant.

'So the ancient Wisdom Tree gave up on rank 9, allowing itself to roam across the universe. Even though its powers were close to that of the Magus Will, it couldn't intervene in the real world…' Leylin could now kill the tree with a mere thought.

However, he didn't have any conflict of interest with it, in fact having been done a favour in the past. He thus let it live in peace… Perhaps this was a form of wisdom shown by the tree itself.

Although he could meet his family with just a thought, Leylin still decided to scan his own body first.

"Eternity… Are rank 9s truly eternal?" Leylin knew he had unlimited life. Even if the Magus World and World of Gods were destroyed, he would not be affected at all.

However, this was only within his own universe. He now sensed many other beings outside the astral plane, possessing similar power to him. There was technology, supernatural abilities… All kinds of beings came before his mind.

"The more you know, the smaller you actually feel…" Leylin's will had surpassed the shackles of the astral plane, entering another region outside it. He detected another universe nearby, equal in power to his own. From it he detected a familiar scent of science and civilisation, and noticed the planet he'd lived on before his transmigration.

'I am close to eternity, but not truly there. With the laws of spacetime mastered, the next task is to create a law that surpasses all others, standing on the path of the truth… The larger the multiverse, the more there is for me to explore…'

Always on the pursuit of truth, Leylin found himself a new target. With a path ahead, a goal to achieve, he would never grow disheartened, never lose his motivation to forge ahead on his path.

"The future… it seems extremely interesting!" He looked over the astral plane, seeing through everything.In a distant time, on a blue planet that relied heavily on science and technology. This world shone in its technology, almost every citizen having their own A.I. Chip that surpassed human ability.

Rumble!* The skies slowly turned dark, revealing a terrifying black hole.

Bzzzz—* Many strange, malevolent insects flew forth from the black hole, devouring everything in their path as they left behind a trail of death and terror.

"Not good, the A.I. Chip can't analyse them!"

"Teleportation isn't effective… What in the world are those things?"

"The starfleet and the fighters were all annihilated!"

"Bioweapons failed… The superhero team was defeated. Dimensional combat is ineffective, and the time machines have stopped functioning… The Federation is about to perish…" A lot of news was being spread through the A.I. Chips, causing despair to surface on the faces of this world's citizens.

They'd relied on their technology to conquer world after world, developing into an unimaginably powerful civilisation. How could they be so vulnerable to external attacks?

"You can't run away, Khail." A face of strange worms spoke out, like a god's decree. A sorry figure escaped from the black hole.

"This… Who are you?" a small boy asked, stunned.

"My name is Khail… I came here to escape someone. Sorry, I've brought you trouble!" An apologetic look surfaced on the silhouette's face.

"That thing that's about to destroy the world?" The small boy was flabbergasted, but the A.I. Chip in his brain told him this fellow wasn't lying. "Who is it?"

Khail smiled bitterly. "It's the Ultimate Destroyer, the Incarnation of Sin… The Seeker of Truth, travelling the endless multiverse… The Nightmare Hydra, Lord of Original Sin. The rank 9 Magus— Leylin Farlier!"

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It's already been a year since last April, and Warlock of the Magus World is finally complete. I'm finally off the pressure of that terrifying release rate, and at the same time I haven't let down the expectations of the readers; it's a cause for celebration.
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