The black sun hangs high

Chapter 411 Light
Feeling the unfamiliar power flowing through his body, Hugh's consciousness slightly shifted from its dazed state. He gently shook his palm, watching the magical patterns around him vibrate in response, and couldn't help but ask himself, "So, from now on, should I relinquish control of this body to you?"

"What, do you lack confidence in yourself?"

At this moment, Theseus's voice became more relaxed: "Even if you don't believe in yourself, you should trust my authority... If you really don't know what to do, then empty your mind and leave it all to your instincts."

"Fight the beast before you, enjoy this battle that is not yours to begin with, prepare yourself to embrace the unpredictable and ever-present path of chaos."

Theseus's voice slowly sank into the depths of Hugh's mental world, and at that moment, the magic power that had been brewing within Hugh's body suddenly erupted, the unimaginable impact causing Hugh's mind to go blank in an instant.

At that very moment, the enormous wolf beast, which had been intimidated by Theseus's figure, took action. It extracted countless magical powers from Krzlov, and the chains that had been blocked by the thin mist immediately emitted an extremely dangerous light.

Moreover, as the wolf-like beast moved forward, the entire central square of Watchtower City began to tremble. This tremor not only affected the ground but also the dark mist and the interplay of light and shadow.

At this moment, many magical rituals in and around the city were severely disrupted, and the magical creatures that lived around Watchtower City or were tamed by the Black Sun Society and the Saint Steel Army were plunged into a state of extreme panic.

That's the normal reaction of all lowly prey when they sense danger approaching.

But Hugh, who was facing the threat of the invisible wolf, was extremely calm at this moment.

Or, as Theseus had said before, he had entered a state of complete mental emptiness, free from superfluous emotions and distracting thoughts. All that remained was the terrifying magic that had completely exceeded Hugh's imagination, as well as the infinite knowledge and memories contained within the power of these gods.

"Attsu."

Under the ever-approaching, terrifying threat, Hugh once again slammed the metal cane into the ground.

After a slight sound, the thin mist surrounding Hugh's body, which had been static, immediately transformed into a surging tide, expanding continuously into the surrounding space.

These powers of magic, originating from Theseus, operate in a very unique way. They are completely different from the magic known to Hugh and all other Vaan spellcasters, yet they are highly similar to the most basic principles of magic.

They are like ubiquitous water and gas, able to fill any gap or corner in the shortest time, even if these "spaces" are just tiny gaps in other magical structures!
In terms of sheer presence, these wisps of mist, composed of dense magic, seemed unremarkable, yet they easily gained the upper hand in the confrontation.

As the fog continued to spread, the chains that were slowly breaking down the obstacles ahead were the first to suffer.

The dark green currents on their surfaces were rapidly "decomposed" in this process. Then, the gloomy magic found the magical gaps inside these strange chains, and they rushed into them, filling the spaces completely in a very short time.

Then, the collapse began from the inside out.

This process brought a sense of familiarity to Hughes, who was in a daze. In a daze, he recalled that Theseus seemed to have used a similar method when he used his own characteristics to "infect" the Lord of the Sea, Charon.

At this moment, the projection of the invisible wolf had arrived in front of Hugh. Although its body was enormous, its movements were strange and agile, very similar to those of a court hound. Its giant claws, which were enough to crush an entire building, seemed to create huge doors that could connect the two ends of space as it moved. Countless dark purple sharp crystals extended from its twisted claws, looking like carefully polished, brilliant minerals.

The complex knowledge and memories within Hugh's body brewed into the most direct instincts. Faced with the menacing attack from above, he didn't even need to make a corresponding move, as the surrounding magical mist had already prepared a countermeasure.

Countless strange symbols and characters beyond the knowledge system of Vaan spontaneously formed complex formulas and structures the moment the attack came. At Hugh's feet, a huge pattern that was extremely similar to the black flower on the Black Sun Ritual appeared. Its main body was pitch black, but its edges and center revealed a pure blue color like the ocean.

"boom!"

The dull hum was produced by the direct collision of the two forces. The tremor, originating from the magical level, completely destroyed the fragile structures of many surrounding buildings, and countless shards of glass fell, but failed to make a sound in this dark world.

Those who couldn't evacuate in time and gathered near the square fell to the ground.

Although it was merely the vibration and aftershocks of the collision, the impact of that magnitude was enough to be fatal to them.

A large number of Black Sun Society spellcasters fell into a coma. Their mental world suffered terrible damage in this level of shock. Those spellcasters who had enough experience and strength to build mental defenses the moment the shock hit were better off. They barely managed to protect their brains. Although their minds were severely damaged, they did not die on the spot.

Those ordinary members who had just been recruited by the Black Sun Society and embarked on the path of lost magic faced their own doom and end.

They are far too fragile.

Although these people possessed a certain amount of magic due to the Black Sun Society's "surgery," they lacked the experience and knowledge to control this magic. In this situation, the power they possessed, which originated from the Dark Abyss Court, became an excellent beacon attracting death and tremors.

As for ordinary people who had no connection with magic, they escaped this calamity.

The soldiers were horrified to discover that the mages who had just been standing beside them had either collapsed to the ground or exploded on the spot.

Under the pull of that invisible force, the bodies, limbs and even heads of these spellcasters exploded with muffled thuds. But what splashed out and flowed out was not brain matter, flesh, or internal organs, but a large amount of viscous, black, gel-like strange liquid. This liquid clung to the remains and flowed downwards, eventually merging with the surrounding darkness.

For ordinary people who chose to join the Black Sun Society for various reasons in the past, this scene was like a resounding slap in the face.

Whatever their past thoughts about the Black Sun Society and the ancient deities behind it, they now have to face this bloody and terrifying reality.

These deities, and the power they wield, are inherently destructive to the inhabitants of Vaan.

With their minds and bodies, they simply cannot bear a casual glance cast by these "great beings".

At this moment, Hugh, who had personally created this turmoil, had no time to consider the potential consequences of the battle. After successfully using Theseus's power to stop the attack of the invisible wolf, Hugh finally truly understood the power of the so-called "gods." He also finally understood why Theseus had always seemed so disdainful when discussing the actions of the Black Sun Society.

Because a true god has no need to care about these so-called followers.

Any bit of power that escapes from itself can become the key to destroying these weak kin and creatures.

Following his instincts, Hugh casually swung the Black Sun Scepter in his hand. This spellcasting medium, reforged from an ancient relic, had now become an extension of Hugh's will and power. The seemingly gentle sway brought about an extremely exaggerated impact.

In an instant, the azure water ripples filled the enormous black flower pattern and burst forth from within, casting blue light and shadow all around, replacing the drifting mist.

The seemingly delicate colors, under the influence of those solid and complex magical structures, transformed into layers of fine water ripples. These bright and soft colors gradually spread throughout this dim world, and under their cleansing influence, the deadly chains from the invisible wolves slowly dissipated into nothingness.

The projection of the invisible wolf seemed to sense something, and it let out a roar, a deafening and strange howl that seemed to be filled with anger and madness.

As the projection vessel, Kizlov began to tremble violently. Due to the continuous draining of magic, the crazed Black Sun Society mage had knelt on the ground. With more and more chains bursting and extending, his aged body became increasingly withered, and his distorted head continued to lengthen...

At this moment, Hugh had slightly recovered from the shock brought by the magic. He looked ahead in astonishment at the illusory waves that were constantly spreading outwards.

The voice of Theseus reached my ears, sounding somewhat distant.

"Look how interesting it is... Even though she's been gone for so long, these guys are still scared when they see any trace of her."

A strange hue, a blend of shadow and azure, meandered up the staff, leaving deep, water-like marks on its surface. The spellbook hanging at Hugh's waist slowly opened, and a page inscribed with the spell "Pool of Cold" gently fell off and floated in front of Hugh.

Hughes saw that an invisible force was rapidly altering the magical patterns on the page, making them extremely ornate and dazzling.

"This is a rare opportunity, so be sure to witness it."

"What exactly does the 'Sinarhai' she's talking about look like?"

……

A sharp hiss echoed continuously above the Yanhu Mine.

Death and bloodshed have become an integral part of this mine; those tragic colors can be seen in every corner.

When three Atmir giant eagles, accompanied by a large number of Yasharu giant birds, swooped down from the sky, those who were determined to protect the crystal cannon positions in the mine and carry out the rearguard mission finally had the truest understanding of "despair".

Although these brave individuals had prepared themselves mentally for their impending fate, the death they envisioned should have occurred during their battles against their enemies, amidst fierce artillery bombardment, or under the malevolent magic cast by the Black Sun Society mages…

Therefore, when the massive shadow of the Atmir Eagle came into view, the volunteers who had voluntarily stayed behind to cover the rear inevitably wavered.

In fact, they have done their best.

The crystal shells left on the position had been mostly used up in the previous shelling. The team responsible for blocking and harassing the mine from the outside had also defeated several small groups of troops that were trying to attack the mine. The large-scale protective magic that had been set up in advance had also helped the mine withstand shelling from multiple directions.

But as the giant eagles of Atmir descended, the people inevitably had to retreat towards the reserved mine tunnels.

Faced with such monsters, the weapons in their hands were of negligible effectiveness.

The powerful crystal bullets were ineffective in harming these ancient and terrifying birds of prey, which were so fierce and brutal that any simple action could inflict fatal damage on those holding their positions.

In the chaos, several sharp needles, each tethered to a cold, thin thread, appeared out of thin air. They darted swiftly through the flock of Asaru birds, and under the watchful eye of a great deal of magic, these needles rapidly tore large gaps in the flock of birds chasing the retreating soldiers, buying them extremely precious time.

A violent explosion occurred on the crystal cannon position. The last remaining spy mage detonated all the unused crystal cannonballs using the simplest method. The massive magical shockwave enveloped the three giant eagles that were destroying the position.

However, Vera is not optimistic about the current situation.

She could clearly sense the magical fluctuations emanating from the three giant eagles—they were still in good condition and had not suffered any obvious damage from the explosion.

A few seconds later, the enormous figure soared into the air, its cold and bloodthirsty gaze falling toward the mine. This caused Virin, who was blocking the flock of Asharu birds, to pause for a moment, and the huge water jug ​​she was holding in her arms trembled as a result.

The gaze from that ancient being brutally instilled fear into Vera's mind.

But in the next moment, the ground suddenly shook violently, and then a dazzling blue light suddenly burst out from the direction of Watchtower City. It looked like a huge pillar of light that stretched from the center of the city to the sky.

That was pure and clear magic.

It is a wonder that should be regarded as a divine miracle by all spellcasters.

(End of this chapter)