Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“I can’t do it, but Mr. Darkness isn’t the only one who can communicate with the void.”

"Oh?"

Wuming straightened his collar and brushed away the dust that had settled on his robes. It was no use; the disgusting filth had seeped into the very fibers.

"The Advanced Magic Research Society is dedicated to studying the macroscopic forces of the world, and the void is one of the research targets of all professors in our Advanced Magic Research Society. Basically, every professor in the Advanced Magic Research Society has the means to communicate with the void."

"We prefer to call it an observational experiment."

"And then? Are you able to contact your club members?"

"No, but for some reason, members of the Advanced Magic Research Society have been implanted with a kind of empathic meme. You can think of it as a kind of group influence that induces us to carry out plans that we would normally enjoy doing, with the intention of improving our concentration."

"Like a pilgrimage?"

"...Perhaps. And now, I can use this meme to get the professors of the Advanced Magic Research Society to start conducting void observation experiments."

"At the very moment the professor of advanced magical research transmitted the signal into the void."

Mr. Raymond patted the nameless man on the shoulder approvingly, then patted his breastplate as a promise, “I will use Onginus to pierce that signal source and find the coordinates of our home.”

"...If possible, please show mercy."

Chapter 439 Awakening

The scholar approved the nameless plan and entrusted Mr. Raymond with the location at the very top of the Wandering City, where the Eye of Arcane Power originally resided. That place was the hub of the magic network node, the area where the city's magic power condensed, and also the best observation post.

As Raymond stepped onto the platform, the city was once again embraced by holy light.

The reason it is said to be "again" is because Raymond has done this blatantly before, ignoring the Arcane Eye's defensive array, using holy light to sanctify the magical tide in the magic network nodes, and then releasing a divine spell that covers the entire city.

"Super Detection of Evil".

On that day, the City of Wanderers seemed to be cast in gold, and every citizen turned into a little golden statue, even liches, demons, and ghosts. Everything shimmered with gold, and to protect their eyes and dignity, everyone stayed indoors.

Thus, Raymond earned his title.

"Andrei's Holy Light Calamity, the Glowing Demon."

The familiar feeling stirred within Mr. Raymond, who had received official permission. He was itching to act, but ultimately dispelled the preparing golden meteorite. The black dragon was watching overhead; the glory of the Holy Light had to be upheld.

Raymond hurled a faint light sword, shattering the liches who had been howling and causing chaos ever since he stepped onto the stage. He then focused all his attention on finding the experimental traces mentioned by the nameless man.

Beneath the gleaming central tower, the light emanating from William gradually faded.

The prince, who had been closing his eyes, opened them again and looked at his palm with disbelief, as if something had changed.

William's eyes dimmed as he looked at the scholar.

"Grandpa, it doesn't seem like anything has changed?"

"The power of the king only gives you potential, not power. If power could be inherited, then the country would have been eternal long ago."

The scholar guided magic to weave a spell model on his palm, the silver-blue magic resonating with the surrounding space and time.

"Your first-level talent has been specialized by the power of the king."

William examined the silver crescent-shaped ring on his wrist and answered with delight.

“Yes, my [Perfect One] has changed. My current talent is [Ruler], and all my magical talents are consistent with my best fire talent. Spatial magic…” William stretched out his hands, and after pondering for a dozen seconds, he condensed the same mana model as the scholar’s ​​hand. “Spatial magic, I can now master it with ease.”

Faced with her grandson's expectant and praising gaze, Irene did not hold back her praise.

"William, you did a great job."

However, the communication skills of scholars and professors towards students are undeniable.

"You've finally turned my passive skill into your talent. Finally, the Dorgit family has produced a mage whose potential matches mine."

"..." William felt the pressure of having an old monster in the house.

He shifted his gaze and saw Lyle, who was still in the gem state.

"Lyle, will there be any problems?"

"The specialization of the King's power will follow your bloodline and delve into its roots. William, your bloodline originates from me, and Lyle..."

William's body suddenly trembled, and then a sentence slipped out.

"Will Lyle become the second Ralf?"

The scholar was puzzled, "Who is that?"

"Lyle's uncle, his father's brother, a devil."

"...So Lyle has demon blood after all. But it doesn't matter. Regardless of his birth or whether he was purely human, he will never be one again."

"His roots have fallen into an abyss."

Like a dome covered by a thousand layers of thick smoke, Lyle prefers to define it as chaos rather than a gloomy sky.

Unlike the pure darkness, the turbid, rolling air mass contained something, like a mirror, completely revealing the inner gloom and unease.

The ground was a series of broken floating islands. If Lyle hadn't touched the distinctly different soil beneath his feet, he might have thought he was still in the void. Beneath his feet, eerie aurora lights, like neon lights devoid of warmth, illuminated the darkness, reflecting the fear lurking in the abyss.

Lyle was in this environment at that moment, radiating a unique silvery glow.

"The shattered hellish plane..."

In the distance, the broken remains of the Spinal Wheel even floated on the black rocks, and the ghastly green hellfire burned on the flesh, staining the white bones with its own color.

A piercing scream rang out from the dust swirling up from the side. The rolling sand formed a human face, like a drowning person struggling in barren dust. The black and red tentacles were the soul-binding iron chains, constantly dragging the twisted soul into the mud.

The face seemed to notice Lyle; it called out in an unintelligible language and struggled to get closer to Lyle.

But it failed; it eventually sank to Lyle's feet, its pained face contorted before Lyle—it was Gaugaland's face.

Lyle scratched his cheek, and a bird-beak mask suddenly appeared in his hand. He put it on his face, and the Plague Doctor's cold voice resounded throughout the world.

"A vivid illusion, an ominous sign."

Click, click, click.

A dark shadow stepped on the crumbling world and came to Lyle. The blurry shadow was only clearly visible at the edges, as if an invisible light source was constantly flashing behind it.

Within its body, which was neither solid nor withered, a closer look revealed countless black eyeballs without whites, which together formed the ominous body. Hellish power coiled around the shadows, igniting pitch-black flames.

The doctor standing, the ominous sign crouching, stood silently, gazing at each other.

This is the land of souls, Lyle's soul space, the abode of ominous signs, and a prison.

A sinister laugh echoed from the dark shadows. Omen looked down at Lyle, its massive body like a toppled mountain, obscuring Lyle's vision.

"Can't you speak normally?"

"..." Silence. The lifeless air seemed to freeze time, if these things really existed.

Lyle shifted his weight, standing before the ominous sign with a seemingly serious yet lazy air, the flash of the King's Power illuminating his entire body. Behind the visor of the bird-beak mask, a shadow, similar to the ominous sign, was reflected.

"I will no longer be afraid of you."

“No, you are still afraid…” Omen grabbed Lyle as if he were an ordinary candle, and from the shadows, it uttered the same voice as Lyle, only much more sinister. “I am your fear, I am your nightmare.”

After Ominous accepted Lyle's invitation to communicate, something changed.

"I need your power... I need the evil god's power to twist everything."

“You need me? You ignored me, watched me split in two, watched that bastard steal my power, watched him take my place!” The writhing shadows transformed into a noose, tightening around Lyle’s body. “That city, everything there, will be destroyed, becoming the source of your fall into the abyss. Unstoppable, irreversible, we will eventually become one.”

"Does it have to be so complicated?" Lyle stretched out his palm, his smile, illuminated by the power of the king, arrogant and unruly. "You've fallen into the abyss, so why don't you lend me a hand? Such a simple thing, do you really need to witness destruction?"

The Ominous Giant's face was positioned close to Lyle's, as if the giant was looking down on the dwarf's overestimation of his abilities.

"Your downfall is already inevitable, so why should I help you?"

“Because I’m really unhappy.” Lyle’s face broke into a sinister grin, “Giving in to a thief’s planned future, helplessly accepting the ending Sheriu has given us. You’re actually unhappy about this situation too, aren’t you?”

"Another me."

The light of the King's power continuously illuminated the shadowy body of the ominous sign, twisting it and Lyle into a single entity.

"I'm already far behind."

The ominous giant's body crashed to the ground, its shattered dust merging into the chaos.

The distorted and chaotic phenomena disintegrated along with the shattered giant, and Lyle's soul space returned to its original pure white world.

Only Lyle remained.

Lyle opened his eyes; they were a pair of completely black eyes that seemed to flow with malice.

"But I'll enjoy this chase."

Chapter 440 Peace and Joy, the Old God

"The plague doctor has woken up!"

The riots entered Lyle's mind as he awoke.

When the light returned to his sight, Lyle saw a lich picking through a pile of bones to piece together his body, with the Holy Light Sword stuck beside him, a testament to their misfortune.

Enter the pile of bones and use your tentacles to find the members of the Necromancer Figurine Company.

"Hello, Doctor of Epidemic Diseases."

leave.

"Peace and happiness, the doctor of plague."

leave.

"Wait, boss, it's me!"

Shiny escaped its fate of being discarded, and Lyle held its upper skeleton in his hands, enduring the blows from its tentacles.

"Stop playing around, Shiny, we have serious business to attend to."

Shining brightly, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

"We're being played."