The Rebirth of the God of Law: The Lord of the God Realm

The mastermind behind the scenes emerges

The mine teetered under the powerful surge of magical energy, rubble raining down from overhead and dust thickening the air. Carl and the teachers, nerves tense, stared intently at the massive figure gradually emerging from the darkness—a terrifying giant condensed from the power of darkness. However, just as everyone prepared to take on the challenge once again, an even more powerful, sinister dark aura surged from deeper within the mine like a tsunami, instantly overwhelming the giant's magical energy.

"Hahahaha..." A burst of arrogant laughter echoed through the mine, a laugh that seemed to penetrate the soul and send shivers down one's spine. Following the laughter, a figure slowly emerged. He was shrouded in a black cloak, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes, like two will-o'-the-wisp flames in the darkness. It was Victor.

"Karl, you finally came. How foolish of you to do so." Victor's voice was low and hoarse, full of sarcasm.

"Victor, it's you! You devil, why do you do such cruel things?" Carl's eyes were wide open, with flames of anger burning in them. The wand in his hand was trembling slightly because he gripped it tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

"Hmph, stupid question. This world is supposed to be ruled by me, and you are all just pawns in my plan." Victor curled his lips in disdain, his eyes full of contempt for Carl and the others.

"What have you done to those innocent students? They have no grudge against you!" The dean stepped forward and questioned righteously, with a strong light flashing on the tip of his wand, which reflected his angry and anxious face.

"Those students? They were just baits used to lure Carl out. It's so interesting that their disappearance can lead you into a trap. But my real goal is the breakthrough item that Carl obtained in the forbidden area. With that, I will become the most powerful magician in the world, darkness will cover every corner, and I will reshape the order of this world." Victor opened his arms, as if embracing the dark world of his fantasy, with a crazy and greedy light flashing in his eyes, which made him look even more hideous.

"You are simply insane! You will not succeed in harming so many innocent lives for your own selfish desires." Carl roared, his chest heaving violently, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt.

"You won't succeed? Just you? Don't be naive. Today, you will all die here and become victims of my great plan." Victor sneered, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"We won't let you hurt anyone. Even if it costs our lives, we will stop you." Carl said gritting his teeth, his eyes were extremely firm, and he exchanged a determined look with the teachers around him.

"Then I'll show you the true power of darkness!" Victor said, and a wand inlaid with black gemstones suddenly appeared in his hand. He swung it violently, muttering an ancient and sinister spell. In an instant, the power of darkness surged from his wand like a surging tide, sweeping towards Carl and the teachers.

The dark force, like a living demon, lunged at the crowd with bared fangs and claws. Wherever it passed, the ground instantly corroded, leaving vast pits billowing with black smoke. The surrounding air seemed frozen, a bone-chilling cold. In the darkness, one could faintly see twisted faces roaring and struggling. They were souls sealed within dark magic, their pain and rage channeled into the force of their attack.

"Everyone, be careful! Form a defensive formation!" the dean shouted, and the teachers quickly formed a circle, pooling their magic power. The tips of their wands glowed brightly, interweaving to form a massive magical shield. The shield shone with a riot of color, the fusion of multiple magical elements, representing hope and protection. However, Victor's dark magic was too powerful, and the shield trembled violently under the impact of the dark tide, its light flickering, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Carl stood at the forefront, facing the overwhelming dark force. He could sense the destructive aura within it, like an invisible mountain bearing down on him, making it difficult to breathe. But his gaze remained firm, showing no sign of retreat. He took a deep breath, mobilized all his magical power, and began to cast defensive spells.

He chanted a complex incantation, waving his wand in mysterious patterns. A pale golden curtain of light appeared before him, shimmering with ancient runes. These runes were powerful defensive symbols from Carl's past life. They were now activated, emitting a dazzling light. Each rune resembled a tiny sun, releasing powerful energy to resist the encroaching forces of darkness. However, Victor's attacks continued like a torrential downpour. Carl felt his magic power rapidly depleting, and beads of sweat gradually covered his forehead.

"Karl, do you think you can withstand my attack? You're too naive." Victor sneered, increasing his dark magic output once again. The tide of darkness surged even more violently, the black magic like a black python, constantly attacking Karl's defensive light curtain. The runes on the light curtain began to flicker more violently, and some runes even cracked from the pressure.

"I won't let you harm my teachers and classmates, absolutely!" Carl gritted his teeth, a surge of conviction building within him. He recalled every moment of his time at the academy, the days of studying and laughing with his classmates, the attentive guidance of his teachers. These memories transformed into strength, infusing his magic. Bolstered by this conviction, his defensive light barrier temporarily stabilized the situation, but he knew it was only temporary.

On the teachers' side, their magic shields were on the verge of collapse. Their faces were pale, and their bodies were shaky from the excessive consumption of magic power, but they still persevered.

"We can't give up, for the academy!" a teacher shouted, his voice weak but full of determination. The other teachers were encouraged, gritted their teeth, and continued to output magic power.

However, Victor seemed to sense their predicament, a cruel smile curling his lips. "Your struggle is futile. Accept your baptism of darkness!" He spoke, waving his wand again. This time, streaks of black lightning appeared in the darkness. Like dragons, the lightning darted through the dark tide, striking Carl and the teachers.

Black lightning struck the magic shield with a deafening roar. Cracks appeared on the shield, like a shattered spider web. The teachers were thrown back by the lightning's impact and fell heavily to the ground. Some teachers were seriously injured, spitting blood from their mouths, but they still tried to get up and continue fighting.

"Teacher!" Carl was distraught when he saw this scene. He wanted to help the teachers, but he himself was also suppressed by Victor's dark power.

"Karl, don't worry about us, stop him first!" The dean stood up with difficulty, his eyes full of determination and trust.

Carl's heart was moved. He knew now was not the time to hesitate. He took a deep breath and decided to take the initiative. He put away the defensive light curtain and focused all his magic power into his wand. The light at the tip of the wand became extremely dazzling, like a shining star.

"Victor, your evil deeds end here!" Carl shouted, rushing towards Victor. His figure was like a shooting star in the darkness, with fearless courage and determination.

Victor saw Carl charging at him, but he wasn't the least bit alarmed. He sneered, "Seeking your own death." He stopped attacking the others and focused all his dark energy on Carl.

As Carl rushed toward Victor, he felt unprecedented pressure. The dark forces, like an invisible wall, tried to block his advance. But he didn't retreat. Drawing on his past life's combat experience and his unique understanding of magic, he searched for a chance to break through the darkness. He discovered that while Victor's dark power was formidable, there were subtle fluctuations in certain areas of his magic power, which could be a flaw in his attack.

Carl seized the opportunity, weaving through the gaps between the dark forces. His speed grew, drawing closer and closer to Victor. As he neared Victor, he swung his wand sharply and uttered a powerful attack spell. A beam of white light shot out from his wand, like the sun's radiance, imbued with a powerful purifying force. This was one of Carl's most powerful offensive spells, and he pinned all his hopes on this one strike.

Victor saw the incoming beam, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. But he quickly regained his composure and waved his wand, forming a black shield in front of him. The shield was engraved with complex dark runes, which glowed with a dark red light, emitting a powerful defensive force.

The white beams collided with the black shield, emitting a resounding, earth-shattering roar. Light and darkness intertwined, forming a vast vortex of energy. This vortex spun and expanded, engulfing everything around it. Gravel and dust flew through the vortex, and the entire mine trembled violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Both Carl and Victor were swept backward by the vortex's force. Carl slammed hard against the mine wall, feeling as if every bone in his body was about to break apart. A fishy taste welled up in his mouth, but he fought back, resisting the urge to faint. He looked up at Victor, who had also fallen to the ground, but he quickly stood up, seemingly unharmed.

"Hmph, you have some skills. But this is far from enough." Victor dusted himself off, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger.

Carl struggled to his feet, knowing the battle had only just begun. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gripped his wand again, and prepared for a more violent attack from Victor. He knew this was a battle of life and death, one he couldn't lose. For the sake of the academy, for the missing students, and for peace in the entire wizarding world, he had to defeat Victor.

Meanwhile, the teachers were also working to recover their magic, preparing to rejoin the battle. They knew that only by uniting as one could they defeat Victor. A tense and solemn atmosphere permeated the mines, as if time had stood still at this moment, as everyone gathered strength for the next round of battle. And Victor stood in the darkness, like a god of darkness, his gaze fixed on Carl, ready to attack again. An even more brutal battle was about to begin.