Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 1166-1167
Levistus was actually extremely lucky. Perhaps because they were both at the level of gods in the end, Death’s Decree didn't have full effect.
However, the ability had still stalled him for a moment, a moment long enough to determine his fate. By the time he recovered his senses, the sharp blade of Seven Sins was already at his neck.[Beep! Host has killed Levistus. Gluttony's Devouring has been activated, host has gained a new law… Comprehension of law of pride currently at 100%.]
*Hss!* The Nightmare Hydra hissed once more, another head materialising on its body. It absorbed the pride of the entire universe, turning it into the power of original sin.[Beep! The law of pride has awakened a new ability in Seven Sins:
Prideguard: The armour of Seven Sins has been fortified, nullifying all physical and magical attacks at the legendary realm.]
"Remember this… The hatred of an Archdevil cannot be ignored!" Asmodeus said in his fury. However, the other lords had only sped up on witnessing Leylin kill Levistus, and he was helpless to do much more.
The light of Leylin's divine kingdom didn't stop at the Fourth Hell, instead spreading out to shroud the icy lands of Stygia as well.
"Alright… With the Fifth Hell in hand the devils won't be able to turn the tides…" Leylin had possessed an advantage in power before, but now he'd become the absolute dominant force in Baator. With five of the Nine Hells in hand, the remaining Archdevils wouldn't be able to perform a miracle.
'I need to return… There are many things to do, and many comprehensions to be had. I need to heal up as well, I should be at my best for the coming fights…' Leylin seemed to be warning himself. He soothed Seven Sins down, and vanished into the void.
By this time, Kukulkan's divine kingdom already covered the first five levels of Baator. The World Origin Force whistled as it was absorbed continuously, turning the five separate levels into one whole. Many devils wept and wailed as they scampered further below into the last four.
Those who couldn't escape were given two options: They would either be sealed and killed, or they would become slaves as they pledged themselves to the God of Massacre. They would then be turned into devil petitioners.
By the time Leylin returned to Whitejade Saint Mountain, his gigantic divine palace was giving off a very imposing aura. His worshippers felt the effect of his increase in strength, causing them to kneel on the ground and pray from the bottom of their hearts.
"Kukulkan, my Lord, you are brighter than the stars in the sky. Your powers of massacre and death maintain order, and our souls belong with you in your haven…"
Massive amounts of faith surged forth, forming a golden whirlpool around Whitejade Saint Mountain. The entire divine kingdom cheered as Baator's origin force gushed in as well.
'Did the clone just advance? It makes sense, it added a lot to its portfolio and its divine kingdom advanced greatly as well…' Although Leylin could govern the divine kingdom himself, he was unwilling to bind the power of faith to his body. Using a puppet clone was a much better choice. Even if faith in him collapsed, the most he would lose was an auxiliary A.I. Chip routine and some energy. As he was right now, he wasn't afraid of such minute losses.
The power the Nightmare Hydra relied on was far more astonishing than the power of faith. Each of his heads could absorb certain emotions across the astral plane, and its reach wasn't limited to those who worshipped him. Even though the power of emotions was weaker than the power of faith head on, the sheer magnitude more than made up for the gap.
With the hydra already having six heads, Leylin no longer needed to rely on the power of faith. Divinity would at most be some additional support at this juncture, so it was important to adopt certain measures to help with that.
Leylin was happy at the thought of his clone becoming an intermediate god. After all, the auxiliary chip was under the direct control of the A.I. Chip in his soul. The clone only had a simulated godfire anyway, so even if the clone wasn't a real divine body it wasn't different from one given his control.
*Bzzt!* A special tremble rippled throughout the World of Gods, the energy emanated as a lesser god advanced to become an intermediate god. It would be an event noticed by many powerful beings in the past, but now there were few with the time and energy to mind such things amongst the gods.
The origin force of multiple worlds gathered together, forming a faint, distant hymn. Petals of gold light fell to the ground as Leylin's Magus body shut his eyes, feeling the benefits of the advancement.
With this clone not being a separate being like, Leylin could feel his advancement himself, to indescribable benefit. Immersed in the energy of the World of Gods, he saw a bunch of notifications from the A.I. Chip.[Beep! Clone has advanced, currently at rank 12. Class rank increased to level 39. The multitude of divine domains have amplified the power of the clone: +4 to all stats.] [Clone body has undergone massive changes. Recalculating stats…]
It wasn't long before the A.I. Chip with new information.[Divine Name: Kukulkan, God of Massacre (Controlled by auxiliary A.I. Chip)
Race: Unknown (Intermediate god)
Alignment: Lawful Evil.
Divine Domains: Massacre, Death
Divine Kingdom: First five levels of Baator (nameless).
Divine Rank: 12.
Worshippers: Natives, Devils, Adventurers, Clerics.
Worshipper Alignments: True Neutral, Neutral Evil, Lawful Evil.
Domain Powers: Massacre, Death, Devour
Arcanist Rank: 39. Strength: 33. Agility: 33. Vitality: 33. Spirit: 39. Arcane Energy: 390. Divine Force: 1000. Status: Normal.
Feats: Herculean Strength, Master of Knowledge, Epic Adaptability.
Divine Feats: Origin Force Detection, Arcane Art Amplification, Illusions.
Divine Abilities: Warp Reality, Simulate Reality, Supercomputing]
"Not bad. I still have most of the abilities, and the battle prowess only went up…" Leylin stroked his chin in appreciation.
The clone didn't just inherit Kukulkan's abilities and name. It gained two new sills of its own, namely Simulate Reality and Supercomputing. Of course there were also losses, most of his abilities had been transferred to his true body causing it to weaken.
'Death and Massacre, alongside four of the seven sins… I would've gotten to rank 17 immediately.But the laws were integrated into my path, it's already great that I could push up all the way to rank 12…' Leylin felt rather regretful, but he got over it quickly. Moving along on his own path was far more rewarding than becoming a peak intermediate god.
With these thoughts in mind, Leylin looked behind his back. The Nightmare Hydra had grown more solid than before, but there was still some illusory darkness around its neck. It seemed like as he walked further on the path of Original Sin, the power of evil from the path grew greater. Only that one part of his path seemed to be missing something.
'So… Lust, sloth, and envy, huh?' The most convenient way for Leylin to obtain the three sins was to steal them from the Archdevils. It was a matter of utmost importance to him.
After all, they were in the midst of a war. This was a precarious situation, and it was hard to say whether some furious gods or Magi would intentionally slay them to stall his advance. It would then take him up to tens of thousands of years to comprehend them, delaying his entry into the Final War until it ended without giving him any benefits.
He thus made up his mind. The outside world didn't matter to him; his body would camp within his divine kingdom until he had Baator under control and absorbed the remaining Archdevils.
The outside world now would be facing complete disaster, and nobody would bother him at this time. Naturally, this was the best time for him!
"Glasya, Baalzebul, and Mephistopheles…" Leylin muttered the names of his targets, "That will finish off the seven sins, but I also need Asmodeus as well…"
Although the self-proclaimed Supreme of Baator didn't actually have any laws to his name, he was in fact shrouded by them all, making him a true embodiment of evil. He was the core of Leylin's path of Original Sin, so Leylin held him in high regard.
"My worshippers…" the clone declared, "Pick up your weapons! Help me conquer Baator, turning the entire place into a true paradise…"
The clone was still trying to adapt to its current rank, but it didn't sound different from before. Tiff, Phoenix, and even Isabel who was the closest to him didn't feel anything changed.
With their Lord's commands, the entire divine kingdom began to counterattack. Countless devil hunters surged into the Sixth Hell Malbolge, causing the devils to wail endlessly…
The Magi had appeared once more, and the Final War had resumed. There would be no news more terrifying to the gods, and Mystra would never in her dreams have thought that cornering Leylin would cause him to open up the World of Gods to the Magus threat, leading to her own death.
The chaos began at Baator, quickly spreading to the other planes. Calamity befell the prime material plane, and even the Abyss was affected…
The 45th to 47th floors of the Abyss, also known as Azzagrat, were covered entirely by a single palace that represented a power of order amongst the chaotic demons.
Furies circled the skies of this Triple Realm, with innumerable demons guarding on the ground. The Argent Palace was built from whitestone of the Celestial Planes, and rumour had it that its owner once tricked an entire city of celestials into entering the mountains and mining ore for him. They hadn't even known it was going to be transported to the Abyss.
The archfiend that guarded these three levels was named Graz'zt, nicknamed the Devilish Demon. In spite of being aligned to chaos, he possessed the wits to plan far ahead, his vast lands filled with so many elite demons they could frighten multiple worlds.
As one of the three Abyssal lords, Graz'zt's name had spread across the prime material plane. He had many worshippers, ruling from his proud throne within the Argent Palace.
Only after Leylin's actions did the peace this archfiend maintained in his realm get challenged. The Argent Palace was covered in flames, chaotic green energy spreading through its entirety.
Furies were crashing to the ground like airplanes, splattering blood as they hit the surface. Countless demons were decaying to death, wailing in agony as they were turned into a putrid liquid that eventually formed a river.
The sixty six ivory towers of the Argent Palace were collapsing one after the other, the attacker powerful enough to wreak chaos across Graz'zt's lands. Explosions sounded out as altars fell, eventually forcing someone out of the core of the Argent Palace.
The person looked quite human, the only differences in appearance being the small horn on his head and his six-fingered hands. However, the power of evil surrounding him easily gave away his identity. This was Graz'zt, the Dark Prince of the three Abyssal Lords!
"The scent of a Magus…" Graz'zt frowned. Even the Abyss knew of the dusk of the gods, and he'd feel nervous fighting the Magi that had caused the fall of countless gods regardless of his personal strength.
"Damn it… Why aren't the Magi attacking the Celestial Planes? It would be so much better for them there…" Graz'zt knew his complaints would not change reality. He pulled out his acid-drenched greatsword from the Argent Palace, slashing towards the skies.
An immense power of darkness swept across Azzagrat, dispelling the chaotic green energy from the skies. The green clouds parted, but as the sky brightened they revealed a green eye in the air that was filled with wisdom and greed.
"I am the chaos Lord of the astral plane. Graz'zt of the Abyss, your power and authority are mine!"
The Chaos Lord's conscient swept across the Triple Realm, causing Graz'zt's expression to darken. He'd detected power equivalent to a greater god from this Magus.
'Magi can even kill gods… They definitely aren't simple.' Graz'zt could not help but grasp the hilt of his sword more tightly.
"Ahh… This aura of chaos, I love it…" The Chaos Lord had chosen to attack the Abyss for two reasons. He'd made a pact with the other Magi that stopped him from going to the Celestial Planes, and the Abyss suited his laws and abilities better anyway.
Being at the peak of rank 8, the Chaos Lord wanted to try and use the power of the Abyss to comprehend the laws of space and time, moving towards rank 9. This was, naturally, the goal of every peak rank 8 that had started the Final War once more.
Green and black energies continued to fight each other, soon covering the entirety of Azzagrat. The demons of the other levels looked on at the Argent Palace in shock, witnessing an energy they'd never seen before suppress the Dark Price and cover the entirety of the Triple Realm.
"Don't think of asking for help. There aren't many archfiends like you in the Abyss, and they're mostly chaotic and selfish…" The green energy converged into the shape of a giant that could cover the sun. The Chaos Lord was dressed in large green robes, his face covered with eyes that swirled with the power of chaos. He'd grasped Graz'zt inside his palms, and the archfiend was trying to escape.
"What? Trying to ask Mommy for help?" The Chaos Lord mocked the Dark Prince trapped in his hands.
But then, the voice turned female, "Someone else has gone to deal with the Mother of Demons. Even if Pale Night isn't injured, she won't be able to come save you…"
*Boom!* Shockwave after shockwave carrying the power of origin force rocked the entire Abyss as the Chaos Lord spoke.
"The Endless Maze… That's Pale Night's bone castle…" Many demon lords diverted their attention to the 600th level of the Abyss. They soon saw a horrifying scene of disgusting filth drowning the Endless Maze, carrying the pollution of the entire astral plane.
A number of seals and spell formations activated within the core of the bone castle, helping it resist for a while. Pale Night's faint figure showed itself, but she was like a river fighting an entire ocean, soon overwhelmed.
"Filthy Evil Eye… So disgusting… You can't wash yourself of its odour for tens of thousands of years…" The Chaos Lord's face was riddled with disgust as she looked at the 600th floor.
"Gugu… Jiji…" On the contrary, the ocean of filth covering the Endless Maze let out a roar of delight.
"I should've known the Abyss would definitely attract that disgusting beast… Just my luck…" The Chaos Lord seemed extremely displeased as she reached her hands out. A ball of chaos burst forth, and one of the three Abyssal Lords was wiped out of existence just like that.
"Please awaken, my Lord. Your worshippers are lost sheep, and we require your guidance…" Cyric's pope was kneeling before his statue in the Palace of Shadows.
However, the God of Murder's madness had set in, and he completely ignored his pope's words. A layer of crimson energy covered the statue, causing it to look even more terrifying than normal. It only caused the pope to grow more frantic.
As a legendary being, the pope was vaguely aware of the changes happening in the World of Gods. He noticed all the other churches preparing for war, and it only caused him more despair.
"Please don't let me down, Merrick…" The pope gripped the hem of his robe tightly, praying with his utmost sincerity…
At the same time, Merrick had finally caught traces of Cyric within the Shadow Plane. Braving a perilous journey, the shadow thief finally handed his Lord the Book of Truth.
'I wonder why the Lord would leave his divine kingdom and come here…' the former merchant thought to himself.
The pope and his own sources had confirmed that the Lord's madness stemmed from the Book of Cyric. Once he read the Book of Truth, he would recover his sanity. The glory of saving a god and the blessings arising from it would definitely bring him to a whole new level!
Merrick yearned for this beautiful future, and he soon cast his gaze at the dark figure reading the Book of Truth.
'Please awaken, my Lord, and give me your blessings…' Merrick prayed sincerely.
"This… This… Argh…" However, things did not go to plan. Cyric only grew more manic as he read the Book of Truth, the holy light shrouding him beginning to flicker.
'How… How did it turn out like this?' His eyes almost popped out of his skull as he stared at his Lord in disbelief.