Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 382 The Mighty Spirit Battles the Demon, the Heroes Boil in Excitement

The amount of magical power required to create different things with mantra illusions varies greatly. For example, with natural things, Lin Bo can easily summon a hurricane that covers the island. The consumption and recovery speed of magical power are almost equal, and it can be maintained indefinitely.

However, any attempt to conjure up a fundamental thing is an immense burden.

At this moment, his magical power and magic energy reserves have begun to burn. Even though all the cells in his body are trying their best to absorb the light, heat and electricity in the environment and generate ocean magic energy, they are still not enough to sustain him, and his endurance has been greatly reduced.

Compared to force and celestial distance, magnetic energy has the highest cost-effectiveness because its existence is more stable and it is not easily dispersed or disappeared. It can be reused.

This is currently Lin Bo's best method of dealing with the enemy.

The surging magnetic field of the illusionary creation vibrated, flowed, and rotated endlessly, unleashing a surge in power.

Such powerful magnetic force is enough to tear apart the microscopic structure of matter, but it is restrained by the Art of Solidification and shaped by the Art of Life, transforming into a majestic and invisible giant spirit, with lightning and water as its flesh and water and neon light as its skin. It is dazzling and ferocious, making people lose their courage when they look at it.

The ancient sage meditated with his eyes closed. The guardian giant spirit stood tall and firm, its legs invisible like wisps of clouds. Its upper body alone was a hundred meters tall, and the earth beneath it was piled with corpses. It held a short mace in each hand, resembling two square towers, with arcs of electricity running and swirling around it like vines.

The tens of millions of online players in the Comprehensive Online Bloodbath section suddenly erupted in excitement, their minds awestruck by the unparalleled majesty of this giant spirit, their emotions surging and shaking uncontrollably.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

"With such a terrifying summon, what demon in the world could possibly withstand it?!"

"Brother Mage, kill! (crying)"

The guardian giant spirit, though imposing, remained motionless, seemingly arrogant like a sorcerer, but its angry eyes swept over the demons, giving off a provocative and challenging air.

The red-skinned demon was most unconvinced. Its previously bony hand was instantly healed. It grabbed a handful of corpses from the ground, shaped them into a giant axe, and then spat out a mouthful of boiling red blood soaked in demonic souls. The blood swirled around the axe's surface, transforming it into a divine weapon.

It suddenly inhaled, and beneath the cascading waterfall of the void, purplish-black demonic energy poured into its seven orifices. Its muscles bulged like a giant wave, and it raised its giant axe high above its head with its right hand. With one knee bent and the ground stomped, it raised its right leg high, and its massive scarlet demonic body arched backward. When its left leg straightened, its right foot slammed down, creating a giant crater. The axe blade above its head transformed into a waterfall of blood light, illuminating the sky, and plummeted down, aiming straight for the enemy chieftain's head.

This strike surpassed the physical limits of the demon's body. The moment it was unleashed, tendons snapped like a thousand strings, and the skin was completely burst by the bulging muscles, shattering and scattering like tattered clothes, with blood gushing out incessantly.

Such a self-destructive, all-or-nothing strike, imbued with boundless ferocity and ruthlessness, unleashed a killing intent that was truly breathtaking. Even though this was a despicable demon, one couldn't help but secretly admire its ability to unleash such a move.

The giant blade tore through the air, engulfing atmospheric particles in a fusion explosion. The burning demonic soul triggered a miracle, and the spacetime field was cleaved into a raging tsunami, transforming into a surge of energy waves that compressed the distance between the heavens along its path. Its speed was already infinitely close to the speed of light. This was the ultimate limit under the physical laws of the chaotic realm; any faster and it would be excessive.

Upon seeing this, the other three great demons retreated one after another, not daring to stay in place to resist the aftershocks.

A split second later, more fleeting than any thought, the axe blade collided with a massive magnetic mace. Even though the giant axe was incredibly fast, it was still intercepted, as if the square mace had been waiting there all along. In fact, the difference in their speed was only a hair's breadth; a slight difference in speed would make a world of difference.

A sudden, profound silence descended upon the world. Even the loud and terrifying blasphemous song fell silent for a brief moment. All the swirling thoughts in the minds of the spectators who witnessed this scene ceased, and they could not even hear their own heartbeats or breaths.

The two immense forces at the point of impact spread out in a disc-shaped wave, and the burst of intense light was warped due to the curvature of spacetime, forming rings of crystalline ripples, like a Fresnel lens.

The aftershocks expanded, calmly tearing the earth apart like breaking open a crumbly cookie; a continental landmass thousands of kilometers thick was cleaved in two by a rift valley tens of meters wide.

The void sea in the sky splashed up waves that pushed to both sides, refreshingly washing this vast curtain.

The shockwave then blew the hundreds of thousands of demon corpses on the ground to dust, and the waves of earth and walls of dust were nothing short of a natural disaster to the onlookers at the edge of the battlefield.

The legends steadied themselves in the wind, waiting for the waves of dust to clear. Looking again, on the smooth, flat earth, the majestic guardian giant stood firm, one short mace slowly being repaired, while the other short mace had already struck out solidly, piercing through the chest of the red-skinned demon.

To say that it was "pierced through" would be an underestimation of its power. In fact, the force of this heavy stab was so fierce and powerful that it directly tore open a hollow hole in the chest and abdomen of the Red-skinned Demon. Only a small amount of skin and flesh remained on his ribs, while the white bone at the edge of the wound on his back burst open like a cluster of fangs.

Its body, having lost a massive amount of matter, could no longer stand upright and could only fold and droop, hanging on the magnetic mace, where it was scorched by the intense plasma.

The blood-red giant axe had broken, shattering after burning everything.

After withstanding the terrifying attack, the guardian giant's breastplate and shoulder armor were left with cracks, from which lightning flowed like blood. This did not diminish its majesty, but only added to its solemn killing intent. Its ferocious, godlike appearance swept across the universe, while the three great demons hiding in the distance each let out strange laughter.

At the edge of the battlefield, the legendary sorcerers from the multiverse wore solemn expressions. Among them, the Raven Feather Man, who had vowed to cause trouble for the Lighthouse Keeper, was surprised to find his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably. He laughed at his own cowardice and could only sigh as he gazed at the silent and composed Ancient Saint Mage.

The summoned creatures alone are already so powerful; who in the heavens and earth can rival them?
The Red Demon has temporarily lost its fighting ability. Even though it has inexhaustible energy and nourishment, it still needs time to repair its massive wounds.

The blasphemous song of Polbarga resounded once more, urging the three-headed demon to attack immediately. The evil god was becoming increasingly uneasy, for some great change was taking place right before his eyes. The crisis was spreading like flames, first from the wind, then to the earth, rocks, and trees, then to the fire, and now it was spreading to the earth, the light, and other things.

However, He was unable to ascertain the form of the crisis, and could only speculate that it originated from the ancient sage who was meditating with his eyes closed. The demonic fetus fiercely lashed out at its four evil aspects.

The bloated demon covered in green pus readily agreed. It floated around the guardian giant like a cloud of emerald, slapping its enormous belly, which spewed out streams of colorful miasma from the pustule fissures in its skin.

These colored smokes are extremely small active toxins, all kinds of bizarre microorganisms, condensed from all kinds of plagues in the seven world cycles, and are filled with miraculous activity by being blessed with unparalleled magic.

The poisonous miasma scattered, and although it was easily torn apart and annihilated by the magnetic lightning, it was endless. Every tenth of a second, it completed twenty reproductions and evolutions, and in less than half a breath, it evolved into a shape that drew energy from the magnetic field to survive.

Mold spots began to appear on the massive and majestic giant's body, like sunspots. Parasitic germs were rapidly absorbing energy, dying and reappearing endlessly.

"This is bad," the legendary druid muttered to himself. "Running water never stagnates, but accumulated duckweed can form a dam. If this continues, the Lighthouse Keeper's guardian spirit will die from exhaustion."

The legendary players looked at each other and made a decision in silence.

A high druid performs the incantation, with all spellcasters working together to create a healing ritual. Legendary warriors guard the perimeter, protecting against magical sabotage.

In terms of numbers, the veteran players from the home side far outnumber those from the opposing faction. After all, the latter are just a group of opportunists who came for profit, and now, faced with such a magnificent war, they have lost interest and have no desire to fight.

However, the great demon with skin as pink as peach blossoms suddenly teleported over, its slender body covered with cracks, exhaling faint red smoke, forcibly entering the bodies of the demonic players, twisting their minds, and they were all deeply bewitched. They immediately joined forces with the great demon and rushed towards the ritual array.

"To hell with it, it's time to fight to the death, guys!" Qingyin drew his spear, rode his dragon, and led his men to meet the horde of demons.

The legendary battle is now just a small footnote, yet it seems to have the potential to influence the overall situation.

Many forum users were also excited and encouraging, wishing they could boost the fighters' strength by donating Disaster Coins. In other words, the God Wars were too far removed from their own experience; these legendary battles were far more relatable, giving them a sense of being there in person.

"Kill them all! (crying) Wipe out these monsters! (fist)"

"Quack!! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to fight!"

"I am coming too!"

Unable to contain their surging anger, a large number of live stream viewers went directly to the offline venue, including some legendary players who were eager to join the fray in this epic battle.

The guardian spirit remained silent, simply following the unintentional instincts of the mage, expressing the ancient saint's overwhelming killing intent, pushing the magnetic field forward relentlessly to resist the invasion of the pathogens. Its power did not diminish, but instead increased little by little.

The short mace flashed across the sky; only when it struck this blow did the world understand why the guardian giant was able to stop the red-skinned demon's devastating axe.

Because the weapon that condenses the surging magnetic power is harder and stronger than the Blood Axe, which is made of the bones of ten thousand demons and empowered by the souls of ten thousand demons. Even the microscopic structure of matter is compressed into a degenerate state, like the thermonuclear core left after a red giant explodes.

The attack from the short mace was incredibly fast. With a single strike, it sent the bloated, greenish-purple demon that was spewing miasma exploding in mid-air. The fierce aftershocks and gales blew the poisonous mist away from the tree-like trunk of Polbarga, causing countless demons on the branches to be corroded into rotten, putrid liquid that dripped down.

The millions of tormented souls howled, laughed, cursed, and were endlessly encouraged by the overwhelming ferocity of the guardian deity.

Of the four evil aspects of the evil god, only the blue-skinned demon remained unmoved. Even when urged and whipped by Polbarga, he argued his case and did not rush forward rashly.

It was the most cautious, yet it was not as cunning as the pink-skinned demon, nor as foolish as the red-skinned demon, nor as simple-minded as the green-pus demon. This blue-skinned demon waited patiently, waiting for the fleeting weakness of the guardian spirit, and then leaped forward, transforming into a wave of electricity, lightly passing through the vast magnetic ocean, drilling into the core, and pouncing on the ancient holy mage.

"Heh, I shall examine your thoughts and intentions carefully..."

The blue-skinned demon possessed the mage like a ghost, transforming into electrical waves to infiltrate the brain and using its soul to penetrate the mage's mental field.

The scene before its eyes suddenly changed.

Unlike the dull minds of other creatures, this place is bright and dazzling, with a crystal-clear dome and twinkling stars.

The surroundings were completely empty. The blue-skinned demon looked down at his own form, still emaciated, yet brimming with powerful spiritual energy.

"Where is the master of this place?" it muttered to itself, countless wicked schemes churning in its mind.

The Great Demon could see no one to its left or right, so it looked up and saw a pair of indifferent eyes suddenly appear in the crystal-clear sky, like the sun and moon hanging high, quietly looking down at it in the cage.

(End of this chapter)