Warlock of the Magus World


Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 1193-1195

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.


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.


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.