Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 381 The Four Evil Forms of the Demon God, the Ancient Saint Forges Powerful Spirit

When the evil god Bolbarga launched his attack, Lin Bo had already entered a meditative state, maintaining his divine state and channeling his spiritual divine power to its peak. Therefore, although his face appeared calm, his heart was already churning with turmoil.

This terrifying attack method gave him the illusion that he was fighting ten thousand opponents at the same time. The reality was not far off, because there were hundreds of thousands of puppets controlled by the demonic fetus, and several thousand of them were participating in the attack simultaneously.

Lin Bo actually gave up on defense; what he did was to kill the puppets that were attacking him. However, his attacks were so tight that they achieved a complete defensive effect.

This intense and fierce confrontation forced him to concentrate fully, but Lin Bo also had to devote some of his energy to manipulating the airflow, expanding and spreading it. His sense of touch merged with the wind, and he was able to detect all the demons that suddenly appeared nearby, so there were no blind spots in any direction.

The mysterious mercury surged furiously, swirling around the body and splitting into millions of strands finer than a hair, reflecting a brilliant light as they attacked the enemy. A mere touch could dismember and sever them, its inner power and sharpness terrifying beyond measure. The endless threads expanded and scattered, dancing wildly and gracefully in the vast, cloud-like demonic tide, like white dragons soaring.

Despite the grand scale of the scene, both Lin Bo and his opponent knew perfectly well that this was merely a probing exchange, a polite gesture. If they couldn't even withstand such an attack, they would simply die.

Polbarga’s whispers drifted through the cacophony of blasphemous songs and into Limbo’s ears.

“Ancient enemy, I will not be defeated by you… My power is boundless, while yours will eventually run out. Time is not your ally…”

What He said was true. The Chaos Realm was far too rich, having devoured six complete cycles. The seventh cycle had already lasted for tens of thousands of years, during which countless beings had died, numbering at least in the trillions. These souls all returned to the void and were imprisoned in the chaos. The demons that transformed from them were also immeasurable, with tens of billions being the most basic estimate.

Polbarga can freely prey on demons, and living souls can further enhance the power of His incarnation.

Lin Bo's total magical power was immense, and his magical energy reserves were as abundant as rivers and seas, but compared to his opponent, it was still a drop in the ocean.

He doesn't have much time left to break the deadlock.

Lin Bo secretly estimated that if the current frequency of attack and defense was maintained, the magical energy stored in all the cells of his body would be exhausted in another seventy-one hours.

"Worry, fear, ancient enemy, your weakness has been exposed. I will devour your soul, seasoned with your resentment and hatred..."

Polbarga's eerie whispers were full of unwavering malice, but Lin Bo completely disregarded them. He couldn't heed a word the evil god said; His divinity was corrupted and twisted, and lying and deception were instinctive for Him. He was adept at using persuasive rhetoric.

However, these words whispered in taboo language also possess a magical power. Once you believe them and begin to doubt yourself, you will suffer greatly.

The number of viewers watching the live stream on the Zongwang Forum has easily exceeded one million, and is rapidly increasing as its popularity spreads.

The battles of gods are always the rarest and most thrilling scenes of conflict in the material world. For many bloodthirsty maniacs, even dying on the spot after watching them would be a worthwhile experience.

"Go for it, big brother Yujian! (heart) (heart)"

"Brother Mage, I've been a fan of yours for ten years now, you absolutely have to win!"

"Come on, a god-like being running onto someone else's turf, it's no wonder he got beaten up."

"What on earth is this thing that blows air conditioning at a time like this?"

"If the mage loses, the entire battle plane will fall. Just think about how many lives he's carrying on his shoulders..."

"I'm really crying, Master! Please use your magic again and blast that evil demon god down!"

In the midst of such a fierce battle, Lin Bo made a move that no one could have predicted.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he suddenly put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and began to meditate silently.

Those viewers who were focused on Lin Bo during the live stream naturally noticed, but they didn't understand his intention. They simply took it as a relaxed gesture and were therefore greatly encouraged.

Lin Bo was in the heart of the hurricane, where the natural wind was as weak as a kitten's trembling fur, and was suppressed by the powerful magical wind.

Concentrate your mind, reject the roar of blasphemous songs, reject the whispers of demonic wombs, reject all unnecessary noise.

Relax your mind and body, let yourself fall into silence, like an empty earthenware pot or the mouth of a deep well.

——Only words give rise to silence, and only silence creates language.

Lin Bo has always adhered to the teachings from Proverbs and the wisdom left behind by the ancient master Zhenming.

The demonic puppets' ferocious offensive continued. The mysterious mercury surrounding the ancient saint no longer used offense as defense, but instead became agile and ever-changing, employing every ingenious trick to defend itself.

The creative characteristic of Lv4 Life Control Technique is the power of a true high-level mantra, allowing the form of all things to transform according to the changes in force. Force is like flowing water, originally without form, always winding around mountains and accumulating in marshes, spontaneously shaping itself according to the environment and opportunity.

Therefore, when the demon puppet's swords and blades slashed down, its internal energy was drawn in and suddenly surrounded it like a spider web, causing the secret spirit mercury to transform into birds, beasts, raindrops, and hail. The natural phenomena flowed freely and without any intention, but no matter how fierce the attack was, it always blocked it without leaving a single leak.

Lin Bo entered a drowsy, dormant state, his desolate mind capturing the suppressed whispers of the natural wind.

Its killing intent was already barely perceptible; a faint unspoken message flowed into the mage's mind, transforming into clearly written ancient Druid runes.

“I see it.” Lin Bo smiled. He saw clearly the distorted essence of the being by the evil god, and the altered true name. Although it was just a few strokes more than before, the pronunciation and meaning were completely different. This seemingly insignificant change was the manifestation of the evil power of the fallen demonic embryo.

Using this single stroke, Lin Bo silently deduced all the true name runes in the Gudorei language, attempting to incorporate them into the deduction of the true names of the other distorted things.

His spirit calculated at lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, he deciphered the natural phenomena such as water, soil, stone, and dust. Once he found the underlying patterns, he completed the translation of all the true names in the ancient Druid language within ten seconds.

All things in the world resonate with him once again, even if they are still full of malice, but once the power of words is activated, there is no room for resistance.

Next is the Animated Star Language. By proceeding step by step in this way and finding the distorted strokes of various true names, Lin Bo may be able to uncover the deepest secrets of the Chaos Realm.

Before he could make a move, the demonic fetus's whispers suddenly became clear: "What are you planning? What are you plotting? Why are you silent? Why are you closing your eyes?! Do you despise me? Do you look down on me? Are you plotting to harm me?!"

Polbarga was undoubtedly a sharp adversary.

His branches spread toward the ship, binding and extracting hundreds of thousands of demons that had been teleported there, squeezing all their flesh and souls into ashes, and pouring this surging power into the puppets.

A large number of high-level demons were overwhelmed by this gift and exploded into a dandelion-like mass.

But four stubborn demons also endured torture.

One of them had a swollen body, dark red all over, with muscles as muscular as undulating mountains.

Another was emaciated, with dark blue skin, and a cacophony of magnificent and surging psionic and magical energy.

The third one was obese, with festering, greenish-purple skin that emitted a volatile, toxic miasma.

The fourth one transformed into a slender human form, neither male nor female, with skin as pink as a peach covered in long, vertical cracks. These mouthparts had fangs and long tongues, and drooling profusely.

When these four great demons were born, the void and chaos trembled, for their power had surpassed that of all previous lords and warlords. As the four malevolent aspects of the demon god Bolbarga, they were destined to be the rulers of the chaotic world.

The demonic embryo began to provide energy to these four lucky individuals at any cost, and then sent them to the side of the ancient saint.

Taking advantage of the brief window of opportunity when the evil god was distracted, Lin Bo successfully learned the true name of the twisted flame, and then deduced the variants of all known animistic star names.

He has glimpsed a corner of Polbarga's true name, but this is far from enough to jeopardize his very existence.

But the crisis was already upon them.

The red-skinned demon was thrown in front of him. The giant, who was nearly a hundred meters tall, raised his massive, horned iron fist and unleashed a powerful punch with all his might!

In an instant, the moisture in the air had no time to escape and was pressed firmly against the fist. The intense high temperature and pressure shattered the molecular chains, decomposing into hydrogen and oxygen that exploded violently. The fist, enveloped in pure blue flames, was like a fire meteor accelerating in space, silently tearing through the air.

This strike was like the rising sun.

The Mystic Mercury spontaneously met the attack. Blessed by the Five Elements, it was indestructible, its immeasurable power erupting like a rainbow, a burst of blazing white light that seemed to ignite the ocean, forcefully blocking the punch in mid-air.

The high-energy reaction at the point of contact between the two is sufficient to meet the conditions for fusion, and the power equivalent to that of a hydrogen bomb is merely an aftershock.

A dazzling and magnificent light filled the universe.

Lin Bo remained where he was, no longer using the teleportation ability that made all the players tremble. The celestial distance in this world had been distorted. Not only him, but all the other spellcasters noticed that they could no longer travel between dimensions, open any door, or perform other spatial spells.

The explosion was imminent, and countless people were on tenterhooks, fearing that after the bright light, they would see a wounded mage, or worse, a charred and broken corpse.

Seconds later, the light spread. Everything regained its color.

The red-skinned giant who delivered this earth-shattering punch staggered back two steps, the skin and flesh of his right hand completely peeling off from the wrist down. Upon closer inspection, the bones were covered with deep cut marks, clearly indicating that he had been slashed by the Mystic Mercury.

The monk stood firmly in the air in his original spot.

He didn't move an inch despite the explosion at such close range, and was surrounded by a halo, his pale gray cloak fluttering like clouds, his trench coat tattered, revealing his jet-black star steel armor, with dense, silent lightning crackling and intertwining on his skin and clothing.

In the face of danger, he used illusion magic to generate a powerful magnetic force to protect his body and repel the overwhelming light and heat.

The monk remained indifferent. He glanced around, identified the four demons who were attacking him, and then closed his eyes to continue meditating, ignoring them completely.

The demon god's face suddenly turned furious.

However, the surging magnetic field around the mage began to vibrate and rotate, and dense lightning accumulated and shone. The air that was pierced showed white, blue, purple, red and other glows. The powerful electromagnetic force, carrying the viscous lightning, rose up and transformed into a hundred-meter-tall majestic statue, wearing armor and wielding sharp weapons, with a blue face and fangs, and eyes shooting fierce light, wanting to devour any demon.

(End of this chapter)