I became a god through archaeology in the Wizarding World.

The blue beam of light did not dissipate with Mortimer's death; instead, it became even more solid, like a passageway piercing through heaven and earth.

The dark green liquid in the alchemy pool boiled completely.

The flesh and blood tissue that originally belonged to the beacon mother began to multiply wildly at a rate that defied the common sense of biology after devouring Mortimer's corpse.

Granulation buds tangled, bones grew, and accompanied by a teeth-grinding grinding sound, a huge shadow burst through the basement ceiling.

A large amount of rubble and beams fell.

Rod dragged the semi-conscious Sig through the collapsed ruins, tumbling around in a sorry state.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a colossal, terrifying creature appeared where the alchemy pool had once been.

It was a giant that was ten meters tall.

It is not a naturally occurring creature, but a stitched-together monster forcibly pieced together from countless corpses.

Its torso was formed by the fusion of more than a dozen ghoul corpses, with some incompletely assimilated limbs still remaining on its surface, and some arms still twitching unconsciously.

The giant's head had no facial features, only a vertical slit that occupied two-thirds of its face, filled with jagged fangs.

And right in the center of its chest, the [Ancient Siren's Heart Fossil] was embedded in its flesh, emitting a ghostly blue halo.

With each pulsation of the halo, a visible blue ripple flowed along the giant's vascular network throughout his body.

"Roar~~"

The giant opened its massive mouth and let out a roar that had no actual syllables.

The sound was not produced by vocal cord vibration, but by the popping sound of air being compressed by high-pressure magic.

A tangible shockwave swept out.

The sturdy obsidian walls surrounding the hall were instantly covered in cracks, and the nearest load-bearing columns were blasted into powder.

Rhodes felt a tightness in his chest, and the Crystal Shell reappeared, shielding him from the physical impact.

He looked at Sig beside him.

Sig has regained consciousness due to the intense pain.

Although his left arm was still charred and withered, he held the Demon-Slaying Short Sword with only his right hand, his eyes revealing a chilling killing intent.

Sieg pointed ahead and asked, "What is this?"

"Motimer's masterpiece." Rhodes stared at the heart in the giant's chest and analyzed rapidly, "That heart is not only a signal source, but also a power source. It absorbed the death energy accumulated over decades in the entire Necropolis, plus the flesh and blood sacrifice of Mortimer, a high-level spellcaster... This thing's energy level has now reached the limit of the third ring."

Rhodes paused for a moment, then gave a somber assessment: "This is a level three [Corpse Giant] at its peak."

In the power system of this world, the three rings are a huge watershed.

That is the real chasm between mortals and extraordinary beings.

Although the giant before them lacked reason and did not know how to use the rules, its sheer size and energy reserves were enough to crush any professional below the second ring.

Seemingly sensing the presence of a living person, the Corpse Giant slowly turned its deformed head.

It has no eyes, but the siren's heart gives it a kind of sonar-like perception.

It raised its right arm, which was made of countless intertwined bones, and slammed it down hard in the direction where Rhodes and Sig were.

This strike had no fancy techniques, only pure power and speed.

The air was compressed into projectiles and struck the ground first.

"spread!"

Rhodes roared and lunged to the left.

"boom!"

The ground trembled violently.

The spot where Rhodes had been standing was now riddled with a crater five meters in diameter, and rubble was flying everywhere like shrapnel.

Before the dust had even settled, a black afterimage suddenly rushed towards the giant's arm from the side.

Sig displayed astonishing combat skills in this desperate situation.

Instead of fleeing, he took advantage of the giant's stunned state after the attack to launch a counterattack.

Sig's figure traced a zigzag line in the air. He used his right foot to gain leverage on the giant's forearm, and his whole body shot out like an arrow, heading straight for the giant's throat.

The demon-slaying short sword in his hand gleamed with a hazy gray light.

"Pfft!"

The short sword precisely sliced ​​into the giant's neck flesh.

Although there were no vital organs there, several large blood vessels connected to the head were severed instantly.

Filthy black blood gushed out, soaking Sieg.

But this is not the end.

Sig twisted his waist forcefully in mid-air, and using the momentum of his descent, he slashed downwards with his short sword, tearing a terrifying two-meter-long wound in the giant's chest, where the pulsating muscle fibers could even be vaguely seen.

This is a perfect burst combo.

If it were an ordinary flesh and blood creature, it would already be lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Sig landed and quickly retreated, creating a safe distance.

However, what happened the next second made their hearts sink to the bottom.

The Grim Reaper did not fall, nor did it even sway.

The fossilized heart of an ancient siren on its chest suddenly began to beat faster, and a bright blue light shone forth.

The gushing black blood seemed to be drawn back into the wound by some kind of magnetic force.

The severed muscle tissue writhed wildly, and countless granulation tissues intertwined and connected like tentacles.

Only three seconds passed.

The deep, bone-revealing wound healed completely without leaving a single scar.

Sieg spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes grave.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes, his mind racing: "Its physical body is merely a vessel; the true core is its heart. That heart is connected to the deep sea, where endless life energy supplies it. As long as that connection remains unbroken, it can regenerate indefinitely."

As if to confirm Rhodes's words, the Corpse Giant launched another attack.

This time, it was no longer a simple smashing.

Suddenly, the skin on its back split open, and more than a dozen barbed bone thorns shot out, covering all of Rhodes and Sig's dodging space.

Sieg quickly pulled a scroll from his pocket and tore it open.

Second-Ring Spell: Rock Barrier

Three thick stone walls rose from the ground, blocking the way for the two.

"Knock knock knock knock!"

A series of impacts rang out.

The hard rock wall became as fragile as tofu under the bombardment of the bone spikes, instantly riddled with holes and then collapsed.

But this also bought the two of them some breathing room.

Sig charged out again.

This time, his target was the giant's heart.

Since we cannot kill the body, let's destroy the core.

He was moving faster than before, clearly having activated some kind of secret technique that overdraws his life force.

His figure left three afterimages in the air, while his true form had already approached the giant's chest.

"Break the magic!" Sig shouted silently, and a blinding white light burst forth from his short sword as he stabbed fiercely at the fossilized heart.

"when!"

A crisp sound of metal clashing.

Sieg felt as if he had been stabbed in an indestructible piece of adamant gold.

The immense recoil caused his hand to split open, and the short sword nearly flew out of his grasp.

The surface of that seemingly fragile fossil heart was actually covered with an invisible high-density force field.

The Corpse Giant seemed to be enraged.

Its chest muscles suddenly contracted, clamping Sieg's short sword between them.

Immediately afterwards, a huge hand swept across and swatted Sieg in mid-air like swatting a fly.

"Bang!"

Sieg flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall in the distance, where he became embedded.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and this time, he couldn't stand up immediately.

"Sig!"

Rod felt a pang of anxiety, but he did not rush to the rescue.

He knew very well that physical attacks were ineffective.

Whether it's a slash or a thrust, it's all meaningless in the face of this monster connected to the magic of the deep sea.

The connection must be severed.

Rhodes's gaze was fixed intently on the heart.

In his vision, the heart was not isolated.

A very thin, dotted line composed of pure blue light points extends from the heart, piercing through space and connecting to the distant depths of the void.

That's the signal line for the beacon.

It is also the umbilical cord that transmits energy.

The ghoul strode heavily toward Sig, who lay slumped against the wall.

It first crushes the little worm that caused it pain.

Rhodes took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the dizziness in his mind caused by staring directly at the existence of the higher-level entity.

He took out the memory crystal he had previously obtained from the control panel from the isolation bag in his arms.

This crystal contains Mortimer's research data, and also retains his spiritual imprint.

"If this is frequency-based resonance..."

Rhodes' fingers slid rapidly across the crystal surface, inputting a series of complex magical commands.

He wanted to reverse the crystal's magical circuit and turn it into a temporary source of interference.

The Grim Reaper had raised its massive foot and hovered above Sig.

A shadow fell over the heavily wounded assassin.

At that very moment, the memory crystal in Rhodes' hand emitted a piercing shriek.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely high-frequency, and it interfered with the whispers emanating from the siren's heart.

The Corpse Giant froze.

The blue light on its chest momentarily became disordered, and the smooth, effortless flow disappeared.

Its massive body began to tremble violently, as if two consciousnesses were vying for control within it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Rhodes shouted, "Its defensive field has disappeared! Attack three inches above its heart! That's the energy transmission node!"

Sig heard Rod's voice.

This dying assassin displayed a moving display of willpower.

He freed himself from the dent in the wall, and instead of picking up the fallen dagger, he pulled a black dagger from his boot.

That was his last trump card, an alchemical weapon coated with [Soul-Devouring Toxin].

With the last of his strength, Sieg kicked off the wall with both legs, transforming into a black lightning bolt that passed between the giant's legs and then rapidly climbed up its rough leg skin.

The giant was in a state of energy disorder and paralysis, only able to roar angrily, but unable to make any effective defensive moves.

Sig rushed to the giant's chest.

Instead of attacking the heart itself, he followed Rhodes's instructions and plunged the black dagger in his hand three inches above the heart, where there was a tangled mass of blue blood vessels.

"puff!"

The dagger was completely embedded.

The [Soul-Devouring Toxin] erupted instantly. This highly toxic substance, specifically designed to target energy transmission, acted like a pair of scissors, ruthlessly severing the invisible signal line.

"Buzz~~"

A sharp, snapping sound, like a bowstring breaking, echoed through the air.

The blue light on the chest of the Corpse Giant suddenly went out.

The suffocating sense of oppression receded like the tide.

Without the supply of deep-sea energy, this massive body instantly lost its support.

The flesh and blood that had been forcibly pieced together began to collapse and disintegrate.

The giant let out a mournful cry of despair, its massive body falling backward and crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Sig rolled off the giant's corpse, panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

Rhodes strode forward, first checking Sig's injuries to make sure he was out of danger, before turning to look at the rapidly decaying giant's corpse.

The fossilized heart of an ancient siren rolled out of the rotting flesh and fell to the ground.

It has lost its luster and turned into an ordinary, grayish stone.

But Rod did not let his guard down.

Because he sensed that although the energy transmission was cut off, the signal... the signal calling to the deep-sea clan, had indeed been completely sent out at the last moment.

The ground was still trembling slightly.

This is not the sound of giants' footsteps.

This is an echo from underground, from a deeper place.

Rod looked up at the gloomy sky through the broken ceiling.

The rain started to fall.

Salty, fishy rain is sweeping in from the distant coastline.