Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 295 Stepping Out of the Warped World
On the outskirts of the Royal Court, the army of illegitimate heirs clashed with the walls swirling incessantly in the hurricane.

Smaller offspring couldn't withstand the wind; they collapsed like tumbleweeds, rolling on the ground, some even being blown into the sky. But medium-sized, large, and even giant and super-giant elite offspring and leader monsters easily resisted the wind and continued to advance.

They couldn't find any trace of their target, but Kunkas's shadow kept urging them to advance, advance, and then concentrate their fire on the open space in the eye of the storm.

Kunkas Shadow knew Lin Bo's location. Even though it didn't remember the existence of this tiny individual, it was still full of anger and its killing intent remained undiminished.

The silent flashes of light from the heavens revealed the thoughts of the divine abomination to the mage; it was uttering words of destruction such as slaughter and annihilation.

The dust beneath his feet was like the hairs on Kunkas's body. He spoke forbidden necromantic language to the mage, obeying the will of the undead god, and constantly sensing Linbo's whereabouts.

The Dream Realm itself is also a flesh and blood servant of Kunkas, and Lin Bo is at odds with this world.

Apart from the natural wind bound by his true name and the lightning transformed from demonic energy, everything else tainted by the evil power of the gods is not his ally and will constantly expose his location.

The monk continued to strike the earth with his footsteps, his clear footprints telling the dust that he was here.

Kunkas was determined to eliminate him as soon as possible. In this way, the army of bastards and the world leader would be firmly kept here, preventing them from escaping to the mortal world to wreak havoc and slaughter civilians.

Lin Bo felt the resonance of the words, every wisp of wind was like flesh and blood, every arc of electricity was like a neuron. The spirit god summarized and sorted out the massive amount of sensory information, and the originally chaotic and disordered wind and thunder seemed to gain life, becoming a giant spirit with a body spanning several kilometers.

The air currents do not fight against each other and lose energy, and the friction is reduced to the limit. As the turbulence subsides, the wind mass no longer roars like a ghostly howl, but forms a dull and cold stillness, like a deep pool or a calm lake. However, it is running at an extremely high speed, which is extremely contrary to common sense and intuition.

The mage was currently contemplating how he would have handled this battle had he chosen "Shadowless" from the Flowing Technique and "Split Light" from the Life Technique when deciding on the characteristics of the Mantra Control Techniques.

The secret mercury is divided into countless illusory lights and projected out rapidly, sweeping across the earth like a meteor shower. The army of wicked offspring will surely be reduced to less than one-tenth, which is much more efficient and faster.

But it doesn't matter now, "Torrent" and "Transformation" can also resolve the battle, so it's a good time to show off my skills.

Since acquiring the Ancient Saint's Body, Lin Bo's efficiency in practicing skills has become extremely low.

Because this body is almost inexhaustible. As the cells begin to produce magical energy, and the nascent form of the spirit is born, the total amount of magical power increases daily, the recovery rate is extremely fast, and it becomes increasingly difficult to deplete.

Since the first ambush, Lin Bo has not triggered a single skill check.

He needs to find a way to push himself to the brink of exhaustion in order to gain more proficiency.

The rate at which spell power is consumed depends mainly on the complexity of the operation; the more intricate and lengthy the spell or incantation, the more power it consumes.

However, it has little to do with the size of the things being manipulated.

As long as he is within his sensing range, there is little difference in the speed at which he consumes magical power whether he is controlling a pebble or a rocky hill.

However, if one were to manipulate every single pebble on the hill, the complexity would increase dramatically, and the burden of magical energy would also rise sharply.

That's exactly what he meant.

Using the tactile feedback from the airflow, Lin Bo sensed that the army of wicked offspring had entered the wind cluster and were now within the mage's attack range.

With its "torrent" characteristics, it propels countless forces, which accumulate continuously, resulting in strong and dense winds and a sustained increase in speed.

The heavy monster that was previously immovable now felt as if the airflow in front of it was a solid barrier, thick and sticky like glue, making it difficult to move. The fine sand, grass blades, and pebbles mixed in with the wind were moving at near-sonic speeds, leaving a trail of sparks when they landed on metal, and immediately carving holes in plastic, glass, and rubber.

Using its "transformation" properties, it forges a body from plasma. The lightning pillars in the eye of the storm begin to grow, with rhomboid crystals appearing on their surface. They then shoot forward in parabolic arcs. These lightning structures, as large as houses, crash into the earth, splashing out arcs of electricity like ripples in water, and the surrounding monstrous offspring are suddenly and severely damaged.

They were not mere cannonballs, but rather embryos. As their rhomboid shells cracked, blazing white moths, crows, larks, bears, whale cubs, and cavalrymen emerged from them.

Various creatures whose true names had been discovered by Lin Bo, and various intelligent life forms that had been born in computers, all appeared vividly in the mage's mental field. These thought entities gained form through the art of life control and descended into reality.

They take the form of plasma and perform various actions according to the programs set by the spirits, as if they possess real and authentic life.

Lin Bo has not yet reached the realm beyond "transformation", but that does not prevent him from forcibly imbuing each of the simulated objects he creates with behavioral logic through his computing power.

The gale is the mage's eyes and arms; wherever it passes, all things are under its gaze. In this kingdom ravaged by the winds, all living beings are his soldiers.

The god-demon Kunkkath can summon a massive army.

Why can't he do the same?

Lin Bo felt his magical power burning faster than it was recovering. He would soon be on the verge of exhaustion, but as long as the magical energy stored in his 30 trillion cells was not depleted, he would not be truly weak.

As soon as the Thunderous Beings appeared, they launched a one-sided attack on the wicked heir. Although their numbers were less than a thousand, they were able to steadily suppress the tens of thousands of troops in the wicked heir's camp.

They move at extremely high speeds, and the strong winds not only do not interfere with them, but actually help them suppress the enemy.

The illegitimate offspring, struggling to move, was practically motionless, unable to mount any effective resistance. They were attacked and bitten by birds, fluttered by moths, devoured by whales and bears, and trampled by cavalry, until they were utterly destroyed.

Arcs of electricity leaped and danced among the thunderous creatures, their intense heat blasting everything in their path into charred, burnt charcoal.

Even with the blessing of the Metamorphosis Demon Shadow, ordinary soldiers are powerless to withstand any attacks, elite templates just die a little slower, and the leader monsters are surrounded and beaten, with no way to survive.

On Lin Bo's information board, kill notifications started flooding the screen.

With the 25-fold increase brought by the affix mutation, even the lowly soldiers have four-figure kill experience, and at this moment, more than three thousand bastard soldiers die from lightning strikes every second.

His experience points began to skyrocket, to the point that Lin Bo was very worried that he would exceed the dungeon level cap and be penalized for the lost experience before he could defeat the Kunkas Shadow.

He felt a little anxious, so he quickened his pace.

A hurricane raged, sweeping across the land.

The streets of the bountiful royal court rippled with turbulent currents, and the distant commotion made the atmosphere as frenzied and furious as a wild horse that had been whipped.

Local faction players witnessed the approaching destructive phenomenon and quickly exchanged ideas in the channel, all becoming restless and uneasy due to an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

They knew someone was coming to solo the main city, and they also knew that the thunderstorm and hurricane in the suburbs were likely the work of that person, but no one could remember who it was.

Looking through the chat history, everyone can see the message left by that person, instructing players who have no more respawns to evacuate first.

They stared intently at the nickname preceding the message. Translated, it consisted of three simple characters, each of which they recognized: "lamp" (meaning "light"), "tower" (meaning "tower"), and "guest" (meaning "a stranger").

However, when these three words are put together, I just can't remember them or understand them.

A minute later, the storm hit.

The wicked army that had been swept away was in a state of devastation and chaos. More than a third of the troops died directly in the battle, and the rest suffered injuries of varying degrees, falling into negative states such as disability, weakness, and blindness, and were unable to fight again for a short period of time.

Now, calamity has entered the city. [Ms. Devil's Favorite]: I can't take it anymore, goodbye friends!
At the rebirth pool, no more stubborn players lingered. Those who could leave immediately departed, while the unlucky few who hadn't completed any tasks could only try to cope with this terrifying apocalypse.

Buildings sway in the wind, collapsing, crushing, and uprooting, forcing creatures inside that haven't been prepared for the storm to float in the air. If they are unfortunately caught in the airflow, their chances of survival in the violent, high-speed impact are extremely low.

The spirits, transformed from lightning, raced and attacked along the crisscrossing streets, disappearing from one end of the street to the other in an instant, leaving behind a trail of charred corpses and debris.

The vast majority of the abominations and followers of the divine abominations perished before they could even react. Perhaps the Metamorphosis Demon Shadow could withstand one attack, but it couldn't withstand the relentless onslaught. The humanoid races who had pledged allegiance to the divine abominations turned into charred remains and dust in the wind amidst their wailing and pleas.

A few powerful individuals can barely survive, but they can only try to hide deeper into the earth and seek refuge there.

In the foreign streets of the royal court, some owners of player-owned shops did not join the panicked escape. They gazed at the towering wind walls, clicking their tongues in disapproval. They calmly either quickly packed up their goods or activated protective magic arrays.

They acted as outsiders in the face of such a disaster, even having the leisure to broadcast it live on the world channel.

The Kunkas Demon Shadow in the center of the main city let out a violent howl, and the tentacles growing on both sides of its body began to shake. Each palm condensed a ball of aura of different colors, and missiles and rays of different types of damage suddenly burst out, splashing a dense and magnificent barrage towards the hurricane.

Even though these are all low-level and ordinary spells, the sheer amount released at once is enough to demonstrate the terror of the divine abominations. For a long time, these barrages brought a long nightmare shadow to the Night Guard and Nine Towns players.

A barrage of spells rained down on the wind, creating flames, frost, thunder, and force fields that all weakened the wind speed.

Even so, very few of Kunkas's Shadow attacks managed to reach the eye of the storm where Lin Bo was, and they were easily blocked by him.

The vast city of the evil offspring was mostly shrouded in hurricanes, where the lightning spirits hunted freely. Once their energy was exhausted and dissipated, they would immediately revive and be reborn in the eye of the storm, in the lightning pillar.

Lin Bo only brought this much mushroom oil, and this disaster, which players call a catastrophe, can only be used once in this map run.

He wants to stay as long as possible and gain as much experience as possible.

The world chat was filled with cries of despair, which even the mages saw. Even the most outstanding adventurers in the entire network were as fragile as willow leaves, dying in an instant. The resurrection pool was also within the range of the storm, and if it were discovered by the lightning-shaped creatures, then there would be no way to escape completely.

The players in this faction suffered a massive rout, either leaving or burrowing underground to save their lives. Only a very small number of high-level adventurers, or even powerful figures who had already entered the legendary ranks, were able to remain on the surface.

[Bitter Song (Illegitimate Offspring)]: Calamity! Brother or sister, please have mercy and give me a way out!
[? ? ? (Night Guard)]: Sorry, I'll try to limit the attack range. If you hide deeper, you'll be fine.

[The Tailor (who has reformed)]: Luckily, I ran fast (laughs) (laughs)
[Flying Sword Apprentice (Reformed)]: Master, I don't have time to complete the quest. I'll switch factions after the challenge opportunity refreshes.

[Blood-Cutting Blade (Evil Offspring)]: Boss, if you do this every time you come in, what are we supposed to do?
[Holy Light Above (Night Guard)]: What to do? Switch sides! Welcome to those who have abandoned darkness for light (cat waving).

The world chat was filled with voices of surrender.

Lin Bo closed his eyes slightly, urging the flow of demonic energy within his body to merge with his nearly depleted spiritual energy.

On the information board, amidst a plethora of kill notifications, there was a long-absent proficiency message.

[Skill judgment successful, [Mantra Control - Flow] basic proficiency +5]

[Refinement Factor ×3 (Perfectly Natural)]

【Health Status Coefficient × 2 (Perfect)】

[Combat Proficiency (Terrifying Slaughter +20) (War Cleanup +25) (Deathly Glimmer +30) (City Destroyer +40)]

Final calculation result: [Mantra Control - Style] proficiency +145

[…[True Word Magic - Life]…[True Word Magic - Fierce]…[True Word Magic - Solid]…[True Word Magic - Absolute] Proficiency +145]

He glanced at the career panel again.

True Name Mage Lv12 (40, 820, 895/38, 710, 030)

【Upgrade requirements met】

Before I knew it, I had already begun to receive the punishment for my rank.

Lin Bo sighed slightly as he looked at the sudden drop in kill experience points, his gaze settling on the Kunkas Shadow that was constantly unleashing spell barrages.

The shadow of the divine abomination, which resembled a pillar supporting the sky, no longer used futile low-level spells, but instead brewed more terrifying magic. Dozens or even hundreds of tentacles worked together to cast the spell, and in an instant, they could unleash destructive power.

Meteorites rained down from the sky, bombarding the eye of the hurricane.

The lightning, resembling a dragon, suddenly opened its eyes and gained a living dragon-snake form. It coiled and soared into the air, devouring falling stars and pulverizing the heavy matter within its body into dust, which then drifted away with the wind.

Lin Bo kept an eye on the energy reserves of the lightning, continuing to fuel the windstorm that swept through the main city.

In a short while, his experience in killing had reached a new level, and the once magnificent and ever-changing scenery of the Bountiful Royal Court was now in ruins. Almost no living creatures remained on the surface.

The white dragon in the eye of the storm no longer passively defended itself; it shook its long body, no less powerful than the demonic shadow, and tore into a tangled mess with this evil creature.

The war of giants has begun.

The world boss, which had once kept nearly a thousand players engaged in a fierce battle for almost a day and a night, was torn apart by claws formed from lightning. Its tentacles fell off like withered branches, creating huge craters and rapidly dissolving and corroding the earth.

The mage hovered above the white dragon, his hands forming a sword-finger seal, guided by the spirit, controlling the lightning as if it were his own body.

This is his transformed sword, a peerless divine weapon among flying weapons.

Many players witnessed the battle through live streaming, but very few were there in person.

But they all knew the outcome.

When the storm subsided and the thunder dragon dissipated, Kunkas's demonic shadow exhaled its last black smoke, dissipating into dust.

[Cross-Network Campaign Update: World Boss Monster Defeated, Spacetime Anomaly Eliminated]

The depths of the dream world were utterly silent.

As the leaden clouds brought about by the temporal and spatial anomalies receded, the sunlight shone brightly. In the sky, the sleeping Kunkas's thoughts erupted in anger, transforming into a silent thunderstorm.

Amidst the devastated ruins, a figure draped in a pale gray cloak quietly appeared, standing atop a half-standing clock tower.

Overlooking the city he had ravaged.

At that time, all was silent.

(End of this chapter)