Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 380 The Divine Kingdom's Geographical Advantage, Repulsion by All Things

As the cocoon of demonic souls cracked, a chilling wind began to blow from every corner of the chaotic realm. It was neither urgent nor piercing, but rather a faint coldness, like the sigh of the dead rising behind one's head.

On the green-skinned battlefield thousands of miles apart, hundreds of thousands of troops were locked in fierce combat. Both sides paused for a moment, as if time had stopped for a second. Then they continued to fight, but their movements were tinged with an inexplicable fear and timidity.

Even if the mind doesn't perceive the terror, the body is already instinctively afraid.

Lin Bo hovered in mid-air, gazing at the fine, snake-like tendrils emerging from the cracks in the cocoon. If they were fingers, there would be far too many; they resembled plant roots, but their color was charred black like oil, lifeless, only showing a greedy plundering of nutrients.

The announcement on the website shows that the evil god's name is [Fallen Lord Demon Embryo - Evil of All Beings - Polbarga].

The so-called demonic fetus is not the fallen creator himself. Because the creator is formless and cannot manifest in the world, he can only use the demonic fetus as a vessel, just like the relationship between the intelligent life form Star Crown and the Destiny Dragon.

The divine creature born from the cocoon of demonic souls is merely a material manifestation, much like the relationship between a robot and digital intelligence.

Completely annihilating a god is extremely difficult. Destroying a physical body allows for regeneration; only by touching the root can divine power be extinguished. This is incredibly challenging. Unless one possesses power sufficient to shatter the chaotic realm, even eradicating a divine being only temporarily quells the demonic embryo, which will eventually return. It's merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

The so-called evil of all beings involves the divinity of evil gods, which originates from the depraved emotional aggregates of demons, representing the ultimate evil of all sentient and insentient beings.

As for Polbarga, it is not unfamiliar to spellcasters who are familiar with taboo words, as it is a transliteration of the necromancy word for "destruction".

This demonic fetus is the savior summoned by the demons in their despair, but it is inherently violent and cruel. It shows no mercy to the demons, instead ruthlessly extracting their power, memories, and souls. Every mortal knows that seeking help from a demon will result in being devoured, skin and bones, and the fate of a demon seeking help from an evil god is no different.

The cracking sounds were continuous, like a glacier collapsing. More and more black tendrils emerged from the cracks, pushing the cocoon open and allowing the intense void magic energy within to pour out like a purple waterfall. This was the turbid amniotic fluid of a divine being, an excellent element of black magic miracles.

Lin Bo looked around. The world around him gradually dimmed, and the colorless glow clinging to them disappeared, meaning they were no longer under the control of the mage's incantation. The reason might be that their true names had changed, or that they had been imprisoned by the incantations of other true-name mages.

First, there are things of nature, such as wind, earth, rocks, and vegetation. Then there are supernatural things, such as fire and magical materials. Next are the dragons of this place, such as the earth, light, and void magic. Finally, there are the origins of the universe, such as primal magnetism, force, celestial distance, and perhaps time and other things.

Everything belonging to the Chaos Realm no longer submits to the ancient holy mage's words.

This is the geographical advantage of a deity residing in a divine kingdom.

Lin Bo looked around at the unfamiliar world. Everything was no longer his weapon or extension; they were strange and cold, no longer telling the stories they knew, but instead whispering rejection and malice in the mage's ear.

The wind wants to kill him, the earth wants to kill him, the demon wants to kill him, the sky wants to kill him.

The mage can determine that the true name of all things has changed. Perhaps it is only a very subtle change that has not reversed the nature and power of all things, but it has broken away from its original form of existence and transformed into a state similar to a unique true name.

However, this change is completely different from the true name bestowed upon a true name by the professional characteristics of a true name mage.

This is not about discovering the inherent true names of all things, but rather about forcibly intruding through divine power, making things impure, and causing the true names to be distorted accordingly.

Lin Bo pondered silently.

The players watching the battle from afar on the ground held their breath and gazed intently. They could clearly see that thick roots were continuously emerging from the cocoon of souls, spiraling upwards and spreading to form a tree trunk that would take twenty people to encircle. Hundreds of thousands of lush branches spread out from the top, hanging down like chains, binding living souls and demons indiscriminately.

The bound souls immediately let out mournful cries, their intense anguish transforming into dark red flames that ignited the tree canopy, while the demons drooped their limbs like puppets.

Everything changed. Ever since the demons were wailing as their spines were shattered, the once savage and chaotic order was completely destroyed. Before the evil god Bolbarga, the once glorious lords and warlords offered everything without any dignity, like pigs and dogs.

The demons on the branches were pierced by the branches, their lips opening and closing, chanting blasphemous sounds in unison, like the opening of a magnificent organ, mixed with the wails of the living souls like a chorus, and the world trembled violently in an instant.

Such a terrifying hymn of the demons was enough to tear apart the eardrums and minds of mortal listeners, causing them to fall into depravity on the spot. Even powerful and extraordinary beings would find it difficult to move, their thoughts as chaotic as boiling porridge.

"Retreat!" The exemplary adventurers at the edge of the battlefield were horrified when they saw negative statuses springing up like mushrooms after rain on their status bars. They retreated hastily, and those who were even half a step slower immediately vomited blood and died.

A few seconds later, only the legends remained, frowning and struggling to hold on.

The sorcerer chanted softly, "(Mantra) Wind." A wisp of air appeared out of thin air in his palm. This was Lin Bo's illusionary creation. Compared to real natural wind, the illusion lacked spirituality and would not tell the sorcerer about the events it had experienced, but it could still transmit to the senses through the resonance of the power of words. His sense of touch expanded and spread in all directions as the airflow expanded.

The Lv15 class trait, Multiple Words of Power, fully unlocks the power of resonance, allowing things controlled by Words of Power to receive the voice of all things.

The wind transformed into Lin Bo's limbs, vying for territory in this hostile realm. However, the abundance of information he obtained was drastically reduced due to being rejected by all things in the world.

He needed to rely on his senses to perceive his surroundings, with vision being particularly important. As for hearing, it was severely impaired by the cacophony of blasphemous songs, leaving him nearly deaf. Fortunately, his mental barrier completely withstood the effects of spiritual erosion, preventing him from suffering a massive amount of negative curses.

On the canopy of the Polbarga tree, several branches binding the demons suddenly swung violently.

The whip-wielding action was extremely swift. In the blink of an eye, the branch teleported through the air and directly to Lin Bo's body. The demon puppet bound at the end moved like the wind, slashing at the mage's vital points with its blade, determined to tear him to pieces.

The immense power of the whip, imbued with demonic force, could cleave even the strongest iron walls and towering mountains, and this attack came unexpectedly.

Those in the distance only saw a blur before their eyes as several dark figures flashed past the mage.

Only a few people with exceptional eyesight managed to catch a glimpse of the attack that lasted less than a moment. After putting themselves in the other person's shoes, they immediately realized that they would not be able to dodge it in time, and their hearts trembled with fear.

Lin Bo's indestructible, powerful skin had long since vanished with the descent of the demon god. He remained floating in the same spot, a dark, deep river of mercury flowing around him like a red dragon, yet he was completely unharmed.

In contrast, the demonic puppets that Polbarga launched were dismembered in mid-air, turning into a pile of minced meat that fell to the ground with a crackling sound. They had been cut hundreds of times by the Mystic Mercury during the high-speed offensive and defensive battle.

The blasphemous song grew louder, and the flames in the canopy blazed high, flowing like lava along the spiraling trunk.

The Fallen Demon Embryo's power continued to grow. It constantly read the memories of prisoners and puppets, learned the thoughts of mortals, and savored the personalities of all living beings, increasing its knowledge and wisdom until it reached a bottleneck.

The mage remained stationary, and even the viewers on the online forum were secretly getting anxious for him, hoping that he could come up with a solution to break the deadlock and reverse the unfavorable situation of being on the defensive.

The evil god's attacks were relentless. Whipping and teleporting was a common move, but it became extremely terrifying as their numbers increased, because any ordinary lesser demon could potentially harm a powerful being when amplified at high speed.

A relentless, overwhelming offensive began, with waves of branches carrying puppets in suicidal attacks. The attack waves and frequencies were arranged tightly yet efficiently, interspersed with pauses of less than a millisecond, an attempt to disrupt Lin Bo's battle rhythm.

A suffocating, overwhelming killing intent, concealing treacherous schemes and underhanded tactics.

Those who are not familiar with the art of combat will only feel oppressed, while those who are skilled in killing will only feel a chill to the bone.

Faced with such a battle formation, the ancient sage remained unmoved, amidst the majestic mountains.

"Is the wind picking up?" The legendary druid suddenly reached out and brushed the air currents in front of him. There was no sound of wind, but the speed was extremely fast.

"Isn't it normal for the wind to pick up? Hmm, this wind is really strange!"

Unbeknownst to them, a rapidly spinning, silent hurricane had already enveloped the entire front line of the battlefield.

The canopy of the Fallen Lord's fetus was swaying to one side, with flames blazing and dancing.

The mountains of corpses on the ground swept and scurried about like tumbleweeds in the wind.

"It was caused by that Lighthouseman."

"No wonder..."

Everyone suddenly realized, and looking at the mage at the eye of the storm, they directly experienced for the first time what the White Dragon Calamity meant.

(End of this chapter)