Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 976-977
"Great!" Leylin clapped and removed the restraints on Ilyo. "Since you've chosen to be subservient to me, then we're on the same side. There's no need for a contract or anything like that…"
That's what Leylin had said, but he nonchalantly kept the phylactery into his dimensional pouch under the desolate gaze of the lich.
Compared to any promises, this was the ultimate restraint! With the phylactery, Leylin had plenty of ways to make Ilyo wish he were dead. He knew full well that Ilyo would never dare betray him.
On the other hand, if he were to just give the phylactery back to Ilyo, it was unclear what would happen.
"I will give you part of grade 2 control over the floating city. From hereon, you'll focus on maintaining the arcane gardens and the golems. Shaylin will transfer the information to you soon…"
Leylin waved his hands.
Since Ilyo was now his subordinate, it was natural that he use the lich as much as possible. After all, this was a scholarly-type wizard, and was probably very useful if nurtured.
Ilyo laughed wryly in answer. If this were in the past and he had countless information as well as authority over the floating city in front of him, he would definitely go crazy in his elation. However, if the price was losing his freedom… That was a little too much…
"Understood, Ma- Master!"
After Ilyo left, Leylin commanded the intellectual core.
"While he's submitted already, it's still necessary to monitor him. In addition, if he ever gets near the Mise energy core power room or any grade 1 important areas, I give you permission to kill him immediately!"
"Recorded into main procedures!"
Shaylin looked to have human emotions, but in essence, was an intellectual body formed of a bunch of codes. Her primary goal being to carry out her master's orders, she never hesitated when it came to Leylin's orders.
"Mm. I want some peace now…"
After taking care of all these matters, the floating city was now far from danger and under Leylin's control.
It was only now that Leylin finally had some idle time.
After the flower elf, Shaylin left, it completely went silent. Only the arcane spell lights emitted tender rays of light.
With a flash of silver light at his right hand, the scroll Leylin had obtained from the Netheril Ruins appeared.
"Ancient Distorted Shadow… What do you want…"
The rays from the A.I. Chip shone in Leylin's eyes, "A.I. Chip, how's is the research on this going?"
After getting control over the city, the Mise energy core's tremendous power had seemed to unseal something in the scroll and given Leylin a terrifyingly complicated arcane spell model to him.
Leylin had been using the A.I. Chip to decode it, and only now did he get some idea of what it was.[Beep! Progress of arcane spell model analysis at 100%. Displaying quantified information.]
After which, the complicated numerical data of the spell model showed itself before him.[Arcane spell name: Calsas' Avatar. Rank 12 arcane spell (???) Effects: Allows the caster to substitute the Weave Goddess and take over control of the Weave. (Minimum requirements: Great Arcanist, 100% analysis of level 7 Weave.) Description: This is a mysterious arcane spell. With the caster's understanding of the Weave, its might changes. Grasping it allows you to become a powerful higher god in an instant!]
"An arcane spell that surpasses even a legendary arcane spell… Allowing me to become a powerful higher god in an instant?"
Leylin's eyes widened and he stroked his chin, smiling slightly, "Interesting! How… interesting…"
An arcane spell of this grade was obviously not something developed by those great arcanists, but a spell of the Magus World that a peak rank 8 like Distorted Shadow could design.
"This arcane spell model already is out of the domain of arcane spells. It can only be explained with spells from the Magus world. It's at least a powerful rank 7 spell…"
Leylin muttered to himself. Even his main body only grasped one rank 7 spell, which was Alternate World Incarnation, which already had an astounding effect.
"It's at least a rank 7 spell there. If the caster's understanding of the Weave has reached 100% of level 9, that would make this a rank 8 or 9 spell in the Magus World…"
Leylin gasped in awe.
Allowing the spell caster to replace the Weave Goddess and obtain control all of the Weave… What was this?
Based on the rankings of the Magi, that would be like making a Morning Star Magus a peak rank 8 Magus in a moment. That was might comparable to Distorted Shadow, Nightmare King and the Mother Core!
"But… can a frail spirit and mind take on such power? The only probable outcome would be getting control of the Weave and becoming a greater god for a moment, and then dying from the tremendous amount of information and energy being transmitted over. It'll be like a child who decided to touch a high-voltage power grid…"
Leylin now looked grim, "Even if it's my main body of a semi-rank 7 Warlock and help form the A.I. Chip, I'll only barely be able to control the Weave. Due to a difference in my godhood and divinity, my path will be contaminated and be corroded from the conscients of the other gods…"
"But at least I finally know Distorted Shadow's intentions. So he wants to destroy the Weave?"
Even after death, a peak rank 8 Magus still could leave behind a conscient and not disappear even after hundreds of thousands of years. With a slight chance, he could be revived!
Distorted Shadow seemed to have been setting up this plan before and even given Leylin great benefits at the Nightmare Island. That had made Leylin feel very uneasy.
Now, he finally understood what Distorted Shadow had been planning!
His goal was to destroy the World of God's Weave!
"Hehe… You really think rather well of me!"
Leylin knew that besides being a channel for wizards' spell slots, it was also used for the priests' divine spells.
The moment he showed his intentions, he would not only be viewed as an enemy by most wizards, but the Weave Goddess would immediately become his mortal enemy.
The other gods would also not be willing to give up the convenient channel of faith through the weave.
"This meant he would be going against the whole World of Gods!"
"No wonder he chose me! Aside from an outsider like me, even devils or demons wouldn't be willing to do this…"
His eyes twinkled as he grabbed the beast hide scroll.
"Unfortunately… I won't be a pawn for you. If I do become one, I'll do it as the player!"
"Ancient Distorted Shadow… Did you think that your conscient could keep following me in the shadows?"
Leylin spoke in the Magus World's ancient Byron language, voice hoarse and activating a trace of the power of laws.
After which, a formidable sealing force enveloped the hall. This was power he had from controlling the city.
With immense support from the city and seal from another world, Leylin finally showed off his full strength. A Targaryen figure as large as a world appeared behind him.
*Rumble…* In the remote, faraway Magus World, Leylin's mighty semi-rank 7 body that had been in a deep sleep caused a magnitutde 8 earthquake and opened a slight channel, transferring streams of bloodline force over.
A terrifying Targaryen with a single horn, devil fleshy wings and and two claws appeared behind him.
There seemed to be slight changes to the Targaryen. There were now traces of dark red fog surrounding it, and its scales were turning dark red. In its eyes that were like stars, there was a blood-red line had seemed to form a third eye.
"Did you think that I wouldn't notice you doing something behind the shadows while I had bloodline power planted in me?"
"Get out here!!!"
Leylin yelled and tossed the beast skin scroll away, his clothes exploding open. Traces of black blood that had been contaminated streamed out from his pores.
A distorted black shadow appeared in the sky, numerous tendrils at ths dies. It seemed to want to hold onto Leylin, but with Leylin's yell and sudden powerful bloodline force, was forced out.
There was a sharp whistle in the sky, and the shadow that was Distorted Shadow clashed with the scroll, and then began to burn with phosphorescent green flames.
The flames slowly turned black, and a distorted human figure soon appeared.
"We finally meet… The ancient Distorted Shadow!"
Leylin panted slightly, but he now felt extremely comfortable. Even his soul seemed to have been refreshed, and his connection to his followers' prayers was now more distinct, as if he could produce divinity at any moment.
"Tss… Your body and spirit fuse perfectly with bloodline force, tss.. No wonder the Nightmare chose you…"
Ancient spiritual force sent over this information, similarly using the ancient Byron language.
"Isn't this great? There's no exploitation whatsoever. We're conversing on equal grounds…"
Leylin watched Distorted Shadow in front of him, the Targaryen behind him spitting outs tongue, bloodline force created a dense armour over him.
"Tss tss… Warlock! I need you to destroy the Weave. In return…. I can give you all the inheritances of primordial Magi…"
He seemed to know that Leylin would be difficult to deal with, but more importantly, was aware of the terror of the powerful isolation force of the floating city. He gave up on conspiring anything and proposed a trade on equal grounds.
"Fine, but I will choose when it will be done."
Leylin did not give even an inch, "What is inside the Weave? I can somewhat guess, but I need you to confirm it…"
Back to The North
Leylin observed the trace conscient of a peak rank 8 existence. "Your goal is to revive yourself, right? What does that have to do with the Weave?"
"There are three layers to the Weave. The outermost layer is the channel for all spell slots. The inner Weave is a network of faith and divine force for the gods. Lastly, there's the core, which is the ultimate seal where the gods have sealed conscients like me inside. That's also the largest hindrance to us reviving…"
Distorted Shadow sent a spiritual undulation.
"Seal at the core? Conscient fragments? So that's what's at the heart of the Weave…"
Leylin's eyes narrowed, "In that case, there should be many other conscients sealed inside…"
After goodness knew how long, Distorted Shadow automatically dissipated, and the beast hide spell scroll also completely vanished.
This was just a dead conscient, and after showing himself, he could not maintain himself for long.
The seal on the floating city was released, and Leylin sank into deep thought, "Revival? This seems to be getting more serious…"
Now, he felt that he had made contact with the greatest secret of the ancient gods' battle that led to its dusk.
From what was known in the Magus World, the World of Gods had buried numerously mighty ancient Magi of laws, causing huge damage to Magi organisations and leaving them no choice but to withdraw from the World of Gods.
If those rank 7 gods already had the possibility of revival after falling, then this was even more possible for ancient Magi of laws.
Rank 8 and peak rank 8 existences were already beginning to attempt at containing the laws of space and time in their bodies. Even if they were to fall, their truesoul could still sleep in the long river of time and space, and wait for a chance of revival. They would leave behind many conscients and make arrangements to give themselves another way out.
In the World of Gods, which was the battlefield of a large war, this would definitely happen.
Hence, the gods had worked together to develop the Weave. Using power of the entire world, they had gathered all the conscients of the fallen Magi and sealed them at the deepest parts of the Weave, and even formed the Weave Goddess to guard over it.
However, even though the gods had done their best to scour through the world, there were definitely still some that had escaped. Distorted Shadow was the largest one that had gotten away.
Now, after tens of thousands of years, Distorted Shadow had finally found a Magus suitable to deal with this situation. That would be making use of Leylin, who had used Alternate World Reincarnation and arrived in the World of Gods!
The moment he used Calcas' Avatar, the Weave Goddess would immediately fall. Making use of his temporary hold over the weave, Leylin could destroy the seal of the gods and let out the conscients of the ancient existences of laws.
"Dying here in ancient times and still leaving conscients behind in wait for a chance at revival… These are all at least rank 7 Magi of laws…"
Leylin stroked his chin, clicking his tongue as he imagined this.
"While they're a bunch of dead people who are powerless, the mystery of Magi can't be easily understood by the gods. They can probably regain much of their strength in a short time or even completely revive. That would mean the reappearance of the ancient final war…"
"His plan is great, and he seems to have something planned not just in the floating city…"
Leylin's lips quirked in a smile, "Unfortunately… he met me…"
Initially, with Distorted Shadow's laws, he could entirely cast the power of distortion by making use of the conscient and energy in the scroll. That would cause Leylin to unknowingly walk the path that Distorted Shadow had determined.
It was a pity that even the peak rank 8 ancient Magus, Distorted Shadow, knew nothing about the existence of Leylin's A.I. Chip. His main body had reached an unimaginable level and could discover the Magus and even expel him, therefore allowing him to have the upper hand.
Now, the key to starting the final war once again and letting out the conscients of numerous existences of laws were all in Leylin's hands.
The main body of Distorted Shadows had already fallen, and much of his conscients were sealed in the core of the Weave. With Leylin, he could only try to make a trade and entice him to doing what he wanted.
It was a pity that Leylin had no intentions of letting them out.
"I'm too weak… my main body is only a semi-rank 7 Warlock. When it comes to battle might, I'm only comparable to a rank 7 Magus of laws, and I'd find escaping from a rank 8 existence to difficult, much less those peak rank 8s…"
Leylin evidently knew himself well.
The World of Gods was like a playground for him now. Why would he divide it and hand it over to others?
In addition, these methods of causing a life and death struggle would definitely result in an all out counterattack from the gods. Leylin wasn't so eager to please the Magi that he would do this.
"But if I don't do anything, those ancient Magi might do something desperate, so I need to give them some hope…"
Leylin's eyes darted around as he came up with a plan. Having this Calcas' Avatar was an important deterrence and meant that he could turn the tables at any moment!
Even if his identity was found out or leaked, then he could just move on. When faced with a threat like this, it was probably the gods who were more fearful.
"But this is only in the worst case scenario… I have to focus on becoming a god first…"
Leylin pondered inside. He knew clearly what his path was. While he was merely a semi-rank 7 Warlock, successfully becoming a god and receiving his main body to descend here would definitely allow him to advance to a whole new level.
"I've made all the theoretical preparations. I just have to wait for energy to be poured in."
Leylin sighed, "Looks like I'll have to go to the north and spread faith in me as well as prepare to get priests. That's the priority now…"
Trying to become a god as a Legend without help from any god could be said to be insane.
However, after getting the Shade City, Leylin now had the confidence to say this!
The fusion between a great arcanist and a floating city would even cause a true god to tremble!
"Things are dire now, so there's no need to return to the outer sea. I'll go to the north then…" Leylin's eyes flashed and he transmitted a few orders.
The Shade City that was in a spatial turbulence rumbled and, like a huge warship that was ten thousand tons heavy in the sea, split the waves at both sides and pushed the elemental turbulence aside. It began to move at what appeared to be slow but was actually quick pace in a certain direction.
The north, at the edges of Sabu Valley.
Noble cavalry with the flag of a viscount unhurriedly moved along, protecting a noble couple within.
There were green wheat fields at the sides. The ears of wheat were being extracted, and farmers caressed them with their two hands lovingly as if watching one's lover, elated at the harvest.
For refugees from the north, obtaining life as it was now had been difficult.
Just surviving from the orc disaster three years ago meant needing protection from the Goddess of Luck, and very few were lucky enough to arrive at human territories. The others either starved to death or were killed by bandits or orc soldiers, and even became rations.
The refugees that survived had no guarantee that they could settle down, as there were far too many of them from the north. This resulted in great pressure for the master of the territories.
Those who had gotten the distributed territories could only weep at the difficulty in dealing with the disaster.
In comparison, the benevolence of this master of the land was enough for these victims to pray to him sincerely.
"The harvests from the newly plowed farmlands aren't half bad. Looks like we'll be able to get through winter…"
The viscount mistress spoke reservedly, glancing past the farmer that had bowed towards her. Only a few lucky ones were fortunate enough to be acknowledged by her by the nod of her head, and she had the air of an arrogant noble lady. Now, she watched her husband.
When it came to her husband, she wasn't satisfied nor dissatisfied. This was a mere transaction.
Thankfully, the people in the organisation had not lied to her and gotten her to marry some old man at death's door. That was something lucky for her.
The Viscount mistress looked at Tiff, who seemed like a middle-aged man, and could not help but sigh deeply.
Recalling what had happened to the north, she could not help but shiver. Those fierce and violent orcs had killed her family and slaves, and she herself had almost fallen into their devilish palms.
While she had been fortunate enough to escape, she had then met a few greedy pigs. Thankfully, with some quick-wittedness and luck, she had managed to keep her family's name and territories. However, almost half of it was gone, but the pitiful lady did not dare hope for more.
"Next… I'll have to give birth to a few children…"
She watched her husband as well as the few cowering maids behind him, looking hostile.
Only the mistress of the territories who gave birth to a male successor had the most secure position. There were already many girls wanting to climb into the bed of the master and get a better life, many of whom had once been nobles in the north.
"Indeed… while we spent a lot, we've finally we've finally settled this batch of refugees…"
Tiff had changed his appearance. He was now nearly two metres tall with bushy eyebrows and large eyes and seemed very masculine. His silver hair was slightly curled but combed neatly, and looked exactly like a traditional middle-aged noble in the north. The poor mistress had no clue that in terms of his real age, Tiff was probably even older than her father. However, if his age was to be considered in comparison with the average for Legends, Tiff was rather young.
However, nobles never cared about age, did they?
"What's wrong, darling?"
She found that her husband looked lost in thought.
"Oh, it's nothing. You can return first. I've gotten someone to call the jewel merchant and tailor to come over. They're going to pick the most beautiful and luxurious gown for you…"
Tiff planted a kiss on his lady's hand and sent her away.