Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 138 The Power of Magnetic Fields on Willpower

“Go all out…”

Lynn smiled happily as if he had heard something interesting, and looked at the battle-ready Dennington, saying, "You must know that the God's divine avatar and the Holy Domain main body possess the power of 0.8 parts of the Great Perfection level will."

Dennington nodded, looking puzzled.

Why would the Supreme Deity specifically emphasize this point?

Lynn revealed the secret in one sentence, "I have two main god avatars, one for life and one for death, so guess how many parts of will and power this lightning-type perfect god avatar has."

Dennington was stunned. "What? This can be stacked?!" He suddenly realized what was happening, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The difference in willpower between the two sides alone is 1.6 points!
This doesn't even include that special amplitude technique that's comparable to the power of will. He roughly guessed that even if it's slightly inferior, it would be more than enough to be converted into 0.4 units of the power of will, which would be a full two units of the power of will!

That wasn't all. Lynn continued his calculations, "Moreover, my Saintly Realm physique is close to that of a main artifact. Theoretically, only when my lightning-type divine avatar merges with it can I go all out!"

Dennington immediately broke out in a cold sweat and said awkwardly, "Forget it, I think I might get killed by you, God."

He craves to fight the strong, but that doesn't mean he's mentally ill and wants to be unilaterally humiliated and tortured.

"It's alright, I actually have an idea myself."

Lynn comforted him, "I will not use the power of will, but use that special amplitude method to fight you."

The strength of a magnetic field depends primarily on the soul and secondarily on the physical constitution.

After achieving the Great Perfection of the Lightning Laws, he clearly felt the transformation of this part of the magnetic field power.

Dennington breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, nodded in agreement, and smiled, "Then it's all right."

……

Above the sky, the winds and clouds change color.

Lightning crackled around Lynn, and powerful electric currents raged around him, making a crackling sound. The flashing lightning turned half the sky into a sea of ​​lightning.

Moreover, his influence extends in all directions, with countless tiny blue particles shimmering and filling the space, seemingly forming a unified whole within the ocean of lightning.

The magnetic field between heaven and earth rotates and compresses, accumulating power time and time again.

"This power... it's amazing... it seems to be no less powerful than the power of will..."

Dennington's expression turned grave, as if facing a formidable enemy; his intuition warned of a tremendous threat!
His body was being pulled and torn apart by a mysterious force. If it weren't for the all-round protection of his willpower, any peak palace master, or even a god-level powerhouse with perfect laws and rules but no willpower, would not have lasted more than two rounds before being crushed into dust.

This seems to be the mystery of another system.

"Buzz!"

The world lost its color, and a cold, gloomy aura enveloped half the sky. Relying on the burst of willpower, a small opening was barely torn open from the mysterious domain.

Dennington's combat instincts were extremely sharp. He suddenly realized the opportunity, his eyes gleaming with an eerie black light as he unleashed a semi-transparent death ray.

The death ray distorted violently the instant it entered the magnetic field, and then vanished into thin air.

Upon seeing this, Dennington's pupils contracted, sensing a strong sense of danger. Without thinking, he retreated, narrowly avoiding a large bolt of lightning shimmering with blue light particles.

"boom!"

A sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and Dennington knew that his skin had definitely been breached, and there was flesh and blood, even close to the bone.

Even though it was just a brush against the edge, the body still honestly reflected this oppressive feeling.

Dennington's face turned to horror, thinking, "To achieve this even through a material defense artifact..."

In the blink of an eye, Lynn clenched his fist, and in the blink of an eye, he concentrated the power of the magnetic field into a single point, which then exploded with a roar.

“Bang!”

A blue comet streaked across the sky. Before Dennington could even react, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Then, a deafening roar, like rolling thunder, echoed through the heavens and earth. A powerful energy shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of impact, shattering the surrounding space into fragments like fragile glass.

However, Lynn's offensive was not over yet. This time, the magnetic field power was unleashed without reservation, and the terrifying power instantly increased a hundredfold!
Countless bolts of lightning seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, converging wildly from all directions and instantly enveloping Dennington, forming an impenetrable cage of lightning that shimmered with an ever-brighter blue light.

With each rotation of the magnetic field, the pressure contracts frantically inward, increasing the threat, as if trying to reduce all matter to its most basic elements.

"what!"

Dennington felt his skin and flesh boiling, as if they were about to burst from the inside out. In that instant, all other thoughts vanished from his mind. He unleashed his death power and willpower with all his might, gritting his teeth to resist the erosion of this force.

The Great Perfection is ultimately powerful; the foundation of the Perfection of the Death Rules, combined with the power of will, forcefully blocked the eruption of magnetic field power.

The two sides remained deadlocked.

Dennington stared in surprise at his hair, a section of which was shimmering with blue light and transforming into lightning.

"This special power, which resembles the realm of gods, seems capable of transforming me into lightning elements and disintegrating me directly!"

Dennington's mind raced, and he was utterly horrified to realize this.

He had never seen such an unbelievable method before, and the thought of temporarily avoiding the limelight had already arisen in his mind.

Not long after, a change occurred.

"Buzz!"

A drop of black liquid with a powerful and vast aura erupted, forcing Dennington to dare not hold back and unleash the power of the Death God!
The black energy flames did not leak out in the slightest. They were perfectly controlled under the restraint of the power of will, and finally, with the power of a higher-level god, they erupted and forcibly broke through the cage of the magnetic field.

"No fight, I admit defeat!"

Dennington, who had broken free of his restraints, looked disheveled and pale, his face lacking any normal color.

He felt incredibly sore all over, as if he were about to turn into thick blood, and it was only after circulating his divine power that he recovered somewhat.

Only one thought lingered in my mind: regret!

He shouldn't have challenged the main god; he ended up suffering the consequences, it was just asking for trouble.

Seeing this, Lynn, whose magnetic field power was still accumulating and rotating, gradually returned to calm from its excited state, and the blue light particles that filled the space also faded and became nothingness.

A pleased smile played on his lips as he thought to himself, "Just as I expected, the magnetic field power at the Great Perfection level can completely clash head-on with the power of will!"

The premise is an equal amount of willpower.

Faced with the almost limitless power of the will of a god-level being, the magnetic field power of a god-level expert is still too insignificant. Even the most ordinary lower-level god can crush him with an absolute numerical difference.

Without any skills or experience, it's just that simple and unadorned. There's no way around it; the underlying rule of this world is numerical crushing. The gap between the Saint Realm and the God Level, the God Level and the Great Perfection, the Great Perfection and the Main God—these insurmountable barriers become increasingly daunting and difficult to cross as you progress.

However, the more this happened, the more determined Lynn became to have all his clones refine the main godhead.

As for the gods he targeted... well, they were just unlucky.

Beneath the throne of every supreme god lies a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; if one's strength is insufficient and their supreme godhood is taken away, it's not their fault.

Lynn adjusted his mindset and laughed, "Denington, show me your 'World Loses Color' move a few more times so I can see it clearly."

The Death God's avatar and the Holy Domain's true form are currently in seclusion, cultivating to break through to the Great Perfection realm. During this time, other souls can also share their memories of the past, providing some assistance.

It never hurts to watch the ultimate techniques of the Death Rules a few more times. "It's the Supreme God."

After Dennington recovered, he began to use the "Paradise Lost" technique repeatedly, explaining his thought process in detail and exchanging experiences and inspirations about the rules of death with the main god.

For gods and main gods, time is as insignificant as cheap toilet paper. The two often sparred and exchanged ideas in the small death plane, leading a very fulfilling life.

More than three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lynn has absorbed almost all of his experience into the Great Perfection realm, and he has basically exhausted all the resources that Dennington possessed. Now, whether he can truly take that next step depends on his own potential and luck.

"You've worked hard all these years, here's some divine power for you."

Before Dennington left, Lynn specially rewarded him with one hundred drops of the power of each of the eleven main gods.

"Thank you Lord God."

Dennington was very satisfied with this and happily put it away.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly asked cautiously, "God, should we keep the news of my breakthrough to the Great Perfection a secret?"

He hadn't forgotten that the various planes were still vying for the power of faith, and were fighting fiercely over it.

"It doesn't matter."

Lynn's reply was dismissive and indifferent.

In his view, if a high-level god's messenger were kept hidden and not used, wouldn't that be a waste of resources? There was no need for that.

Dennington then left, relieved.

He quickly passed through the spatial portals, not daring to linger inside the main god's palace. After thinking for a moment, he decided to head to the Ghost Army to see some friends.

"call out!"

Dennington's figure transformed into a black shooting star, disappearing into the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Such speed! I didn't even have time to react before the person was already gone!"

"This must be a powerful expert at the Seven-Star Demon level!"

"Who knows, maybe it's one of the lords of the manor!"

When the bandit gangs encountered lone individuals along the way, they would usually rob them as easy prey. However, they were not stupid. When faced with a super strongman like Dennington, they were all so frightened that they became like turtles hiding in the ground, not daring to show their faces for fear of being instantly killed.

……

Ghost Lake is vast and boundless, with a boundless expanse of blue water as far as the eye can see. The clear lake water is a deep blue, like a huge, naturally formed sapphire, firmly set in the earth.

Sunlight streamed down, the lake surface shimmered, and layers of waves surged, making a soft sound.

Along the blood-red shore, countless spider lilies bloom wildly, exuding a deadly allure.

The Ghost Army's base is located here, dotted with black castles, where squads of warriors patrol in an orderly fashion, and occasionally metallic lifeforms come and go.

"call!"

A cold wind swept through the world.

A figure in black robes suddenly appeared on the dome. His eyes were as deep as an ancient, cold pool. His surface was calm, but a vortex of death was hidden in his eyes. He exuded an aura of solitude, as if no one in the world could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Frederick's fire-elemental avatar was peacefully cultivating inside the castle when a familiar friend's voice suddenly rang in his mind, causing him to show surprise and joy.

"Denington! He's back!"

When Fredericks arrived outside the castle, he saw a familiar figure in black robes descend from the sky in front of the castle, a faint smile on his face.

"I just came from the Supreme God's side..."

As the two were talking, several figures flew over from other castles and greeted Dennington warmly.

"Long time no see, Dennington..."

"I heard you were in seclusion cultivating some time ago..."

These people were all high-ranking members of the Ghost Army, as well as messengers of the main god, and divine avatars left behind at their base.

The group chatted enthusiastically... and not long after...

Dennington smiled and said, "My rules of death are now complete."

Those present were stunned, somewhat taken aback.

Dennington nodded, confirming, "Yes, that's exactly what you're thinking."

A burly man with short, silver hair like steel needles, wearing dark red armor, and standing three meters tall stared at Dennington in disbelief, exclaiming in shock, "What?! You've broken through to the Great Perfection stage!"

Fredericks chuckled to himself. He was shocked when he found out, but he didn't publicize it because he wasn't sure what the Supreme God meant.

Now that Dennington has returned, he didn't hide the matter during their conversation, which naturally means he had the consent of the Lord God.

Dennington unleashes the power of his will!
In an instant, the suffocating feeling of being confined and controlled by this space made the high-ranking generals of the Ghost Army and the messengers of the main god feel their souls tremble.

The way they looked at Dennington changed, from casual to respectful.

Strength determines status!

The difference in status between a fully perfected high-ranking god and one who is just a hair's breadth away from achieving full perfection is like heaven and earth.

A young man with hair like green seaweed laughed and said, "Lord Dennington, you've come at the right time. Half a year ago, the Shirin Plane was jointly attacked by the Heavenly Punishment Army and the Star Army. The other side is not easy to deal with. Even Bercout lost his strongest god avatar."

Dennington frowned. Bercourt was the commander of the Ghost Army, so his strength was beyond question.

Moreover, he was familiar with this Xilin dimension.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, it was he who led the Ghost Army to invade this material plane and drove out the Heavenly Punishment Army and the Star Army, who were the two major rulers at the time.

It's not surprising that they've joined forces to fight back now; similar examples happen every day in countless material planes.

However, the only material planes that these high-level officials can pay attention to are the top few that are rich in resources, densely populated, and large in area.

Dennington asked casually, "Who's leading this?"

Since he conquered this plane and it has now been taken away by the enemy, he has an obligation to take it back.

Dennington would still attach great importance to this before breaking through to the Great Perfection.

Now...

At the Great Perfection level, unless you have a dual-defense main artifact, the only outcome of facing him is instant death!

The young man with the green seaweed-like hair said, "It's Leonard, and there's someone named Starlight."

Upon hearing a familiar name, Dennington smiled with relief and said, "So it was him."

(End of this chapter)