RNP Page 613
Page 613
Even the sky is wailing!
The leaden-gray sky, already riddled with cracks and bizarre shapes by divine punishment lightning and the twisted demonic eye, was now like a fragile curtain, being ripped apart by an invisible, unimaginably enormous hand—with a tearing sound!
It tore open a gigantic, terrifying rift that stretched to the very end of one's vision!
That was not a spatial rift!
Beyond the opening, there was not a pitch-black void, but a swirling, roaring vortex that exuded an indescribable, scorching life force and an ancient, primal aura!
It was as if the core of a furnace inside a planet had been forcibly exposed!
The dark golden "magma" is actually a highly condensed and materialized ley line energy and divine torrent, pouring down from the edge of the crack like a waterfall, scorching the air and emitting a deafening roar!
Countless fragments of space, torn apart like burning meteors, shot out from the rift, leaving trails of death across the chaotic sky!
"Crack——!"
A bolt of divine punishment lightning, deflected by the spatial storm and destined for the distance, lashed out like a runaway dragon amidst the chaos of this dramatic change in the world, striking the ground less than ten meters from Tongchi in the middle!
The exploding energy storm, mixed with boiling blood and mud, crashed against his barely maintained magic shield like a giant wave, making a piercing scraping sound!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the being enveloped in destructive radiance—the newly born god of magic, Iskandar—was also not spared!
His radiant body, which symbolizes absolute divinity and should be impervious to all laws and unshakable, actually showed violent, visible fluctuations and distortions in the face of this "world spasm" that originated from the core of the planet and was so tyrannical and unreasonable!
"Hmph!" A muffled groan, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief, pierced through the turbulent energy flow and rang out clearly!
The roaring, surging sea of divine punishment lightning surrounding Iskandar, which was trying to annihilate the spatial storm, was instantly dispersed, much of it being like boiling water thrown into a boulder!
The space beneath His feet was also twisting and collapsing wildly! The radiance that had been floating in the air, as stable as a divine throne, was now like a lone boat in a raging storm, suddenly and violently sinking!
For the first time, the icy will flowing within the golden and silver demonic eyes showed obvious surprise and imbalance, as if forcibly interrupted by external force!
His divine radiance flickered violently and uncertainly, like a candle burning in the wind!
In order to stabilize himself, he had to temporarily give up most of his suppression of Matouchi, and use his vast divinity to fight against the indiscriminate spatial tearing and gravitational disturbance that swept across the world!
The divine punishment was met with a fatal delay!
At this moment, whether it's the mortal magician struggling on the blood-soaked earth, relying on magic and willpower to barely hold on, or the newly born deity whose radiance flickers and whose balance is briefly disrupted by the upheaval of heaven and earth...
The Reality Marble has been eroded in reverse!
A bounded field is a miracle of magic, a forced overlay and rewriting of the real world by a mental landscape!
In essence, it is the practitioner’s extremely strong will and magic to forcibly embroider their own “pattern” on the “cloth” of reality!
Iskandar, as the newly born God of Magic, has created a vast domain that covers the battlefield and is based on divine punishment and lightning. This domain is a powerful and incomparable inherent barrier formed by the highly condensed divine will of Iskandar! It should be like an unshakable divine kingdom, completely transforming reality into an extension of His mental image!
But at this moment!
Reality, or rather something more "fundamental" and "essential" than reality—the Great Tomb of Albion itself—is carrying out a more ruthless and unreasonable reverse erosion of this "divine kingdom" that has been forcibly placed upon it!
This is no ordinary reality-correcting power!
The Great Tomb of Albion is by no means merely a huge tomb buried beneath London!
It is a "fragment" left over from the Age of Gods, a living otherworld formed from the remains of the fallen Child of the Planet, independent yet closely connected to the origin of the planet!
Its existence is like a "small world" floating on the surface of the world, a self-contained realm with unique laws and enormous "existence power"!
Its nature is no different from that of the Wandering Sea, a mobile fortress controlled by the Clock Tower that also exists outside the world!
The only difference between the two lies in the degree of their "umbilical" connection to the planet itself:
The Wandering Sea is like a kite with its string completely cut, drifting in the void. Its laws are more independent, but it has also lost the direct nourishment from the planet's origin.
The roots (earth veins) of the Great Tomb of Albion are still deeply embedded in the spiritual essence of the British Isles, like an embryo that has not yet fully separated from its mother, maintaining the most direct and massive exchange of energy and laws with the planet itself!
It is "alive," a continuation of a part of the planet under special conditions!
At this moment, as Albion's will awakens, this dormant "living otherworld" is like a giant beast just awakening, instinctively expanding, breathing, and proclaiming its existence!
The divine inherent barrier that covered Iskandar was transformed from the lofty "coverer" into an "outsider" that needed to be rejected the moment Albion, the "host," truly awoke!
Buzz—Click!
The area of "rock passage" that was reversed and diffused spread rapidly like a virus!
The boundary formed by divine radiance emitted a mournful cry, like shattered glass, as if it were overwhelmed by the weight of the burden!
The bronze-colored veins, like the blood vessels of a living body, forcefully pierced into the lightning domain, greedily absorbing the energy of divine radiance, and injecting the cold, ancient otherworldly laws belonging to Albion into it like poison!
For the first time, Iskandar's golden and silver eyes revealed a genuine shock and rage that went beyond mere astonishment!
He could clearly perceive that the foundation of the inherent barrier he had created, representing the authority of God, was being forcibly shaken, torn apart, and assimilated by a much larger, more primal force that resonated with the origin of the planet!
This is not a contest of skills, nor a clash of energies!
This is the most direct and brutal collision between two "worlds" at the level of laws!
One is a "mind-image divine kingdom" that is forcibly constructed by the will of the newly born deities and covers reality!
The other is a "living otherworld" that has been awakened and asserted its sovereignty by the planet itself!
The Great Tomb of Albion, this living otherworld, is using its unparalleled "existence" to carry out the most primitive and violent—reverse erosion—on the "divine kingdom" that dares to cover it!
The divine lightning of divine punishment became dim and sluggish under the erosion of the bronze veins!
The stability of space is forcibly distorted and stretched by the laws of another world!
Iskandar's radiant divine body fluctuated even more violently in this clash of laws!
His divine kingdom is being swallowed up alive by the "earth" beneath his feet!
"Roar--!!!"
A roar, not originating from Iskandar, but piercing through the earth and emanating from the deepest part of the Tomb of the Spirits, carrying the fury of a newly awakened planetary behemoth, crashed down like the final war drum, shattering all the chaos on the battlefield!
This roar is Albion's order to expel the invaders!
It is a living otherworld launching its final counterattack against the divine kingdom of the mind that covers it!
The entire battlefield was like fragments thrown into a raging furnace, on the verge of complete collapse under the primal power proclaimed by Albion.
However, on the edge of this apocalyptic scene that could shatter the spirit of any living being, a figure remained as steadfast as an unchanging reef.
Hartres.
Iskandar's Master, an existence that seems to transcend time.
He still stood silently at the edge of the battlefield, his body shrouded in a protective magic originating from the distant age of gods.
Despite the chaos and upheaval outside, the tearing of space, and the tidal wave of energy crashing against him like a tsunami, the barrier stubbornly shimmered, emitting a faint yet resilient lament, protecting him from the absolute violence capable of annihilating his soul. Not even the hem of his robes was stirred by the raging torrents of laws.
His gaze pierced through the boiling energy storm, through the distorted light, through the spatial rift that howled like a dying beast, precise and devoid of any emotion—
It locked onto the core of Iskandar's violently fluctuating divine radiance ahead.
More precisely, it's about locking onto the breathtaking anomaly taking place at the very edge of that radiant edge—
That area was being eroded by the cold bronze veins and the pulsating blue light, spreading out as if corroded by strong acid!
A damaged inherent barrier.
Hartles's deep, abyss-like eyes reflected a scene that was enough to shatter any magician's worldview.
It was neither fear nor worry, but a cold, almost pure, scrutinizing gaze belonging to a researcher.
It was as if he were not on the edge of a destructive storm, but standing outside a cosmic rift, observing through an invisible lens a violent reaction taking place in a petri dish that was enough to defy common sense.
He clearly saw the shock and rage erupting in Iskandar's golden and silver demonic eyes, saw that He had to use His vast divine power to stabilize Himself and resist the erosion, and saw that the originally continuous torrent of lightning, like a divine punishment, was fatally slowed and dissipated under Albion's roar and the crushing force of the otherworldly laws.
This enormous upheaval, this imbalance of power that could overturn the course of the battle, stirred only a faint ripple in Hartres's meticulously crafted mind.
He slowly, with very slight movements, shook his head.
This subtle action is not a denial of the scene before us, but rather a calibration of some kind of sophisticated observation instrument, attempting to extract a clearer logical thread from that devastating chaos.
He slowly raised his right arm, as if performing a pre-planned experimental procedure.
The arm movements were smooth and precise, without any unnecessary force.
"God."
His voice rang out, piercing through the shrill screams of space tearing apart and the roars of planetary behemoths. It was as calm as stating a given fact, yet it contained an unquestionable, absolute commanding force originating from the very root of the contract!
"I command you by Command Spell—"
hum! ! !
On the back of his hand, one of the three crimson Command Seals symbolizing absolute command suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, soul-scorching crimson light!
This light is not an outpouring of energy, but a manifestation of the rules themselves! It is the power of the Holy Grail that binds the Master to the Servant!
"—At the cost of self-destruction!"
The Command Seal's light blazed to its zenith, like a burning branding iron! The absolute command it contained, like an invisible shackle, instantly traversed space and imprinted itself on Iskandar's violently fluctuating divine core!
"Let your name be etched into this temple!!"
The command was clear—the target was the Albion Great Tomb, awakening and pulsating like a giant living organ, its very existence corroding the divine realm! The temple of the Son of the Planet!
"Let your power reside on this planet!!"
The final command has been given!
laugh--!
The Command Seal, pushed to its limit, vanished like embers, instantly turning into a wisp of crimson light that dissipated into the raging air! Only two faint marks remained on the back of his hand.
paradox!
To any magician with a modicum of reason, this is nothing short of a fantasy, a complete and utterly suicidal order!
To attempt to force a newly born deity who holds the power of the origin of magic to perfectly execute such a complex and contrary-to-its-existing command with a mere Command Seal?
absurd!
Regardless of the vast divinity and magic resistance that gods possess, which are sufficient to make them immune to most magical interference!
Not to mention that the core of this deity's power is precisely "magic" itself! His control over the rules of magic and his understanding of contracts and constraints have long surpassed the scope of mortal magic!
The binding force of a Command Seal should be like trying to bind a star with spider silk in the face of such an existence!
however--