Warlock of the Magus World


Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 1179-1180

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…


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.