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

Fighting Victor

After the violent collision, the mine gasped in agony like a wounded beast. Cracks in the walls spread like spiderwebs, and rubble rained down from overhead. Carl, enduring the excruciating pain, slowly rose to his feet. His eyes held no trace of fear, only rock-hard determination.

"Victor, your darkness will not prevail!" Carl roared, his voice echoing through the crumbling mine with an undeniable power. He took a deep breath, focused his mind, and began to mobilize all his magical energy. Magic surged through his body like a surging river, flowing through his limbs and bones, finally converging into the wand in his hand.

Carl gripped his wand tightly in both hands, muttering to himself. He fused together the various elemental magics he mastered: the fiery heat of fire, the agility of wind, the gentleness of water, and the steadiness of earth. These elements, drawn by the magic, intertwined and merged. A dazzling light gradually formed at the tip of the wand. At first, it was as gentle as the morning light, then it grew stronger, like the blazing sun. The brilliant light illuminated the entire dark mine, dispelling the surrounding shadows.

"Hmph, a last-ditch effort." Victor sneered disdainfully, his black robe rustling as the dark power surged through him. The blood-red light in his eyes grew even brighter. He increased the output of his dark magic, and the dark power surged towards Carl like a black tsunami, its momentum threatening to devour everything.

Without a moment's hesitation, Carl swung his wand forward. A dazzling beam of light, a fusion of various elemental magics, shot like an arrow from a bow towards Victor's dark power. Light and darkness collided instantly, emitting a deafening roar, a sound like the earth collapsing and the whole mine shaking violently. The impact of the explosion spread outward, and the powerful air currents swept the surrounding debris and dust high into the sky, forming a massive vortex.

The teachers weren't idle either. Although they'd been severely injured in the previous attack, they still managed to support Carl despite their weakened bodies. The dean was the first to wave his wand, chanting an ancient support spell. A light blue magical beam shot out from his wand, connecting with Carl's body, channeling magic power into him and enhancing his strength.

"Karl, we're with you!" Teacher A shouted, his face pale as paper, but his eyes brimming with determination. The other teachers also unleashed their own magic. Some unleashed chains of golden light, attempting to entangle Victor's dark power and mitigate its impact; others cast stabilizing magic, attempting to maintain the mine's structure and prevent it from collapsing under the onslaught of battle.

Victor sensed the teachers' interruption, his brow furrowed, a flicker of irritation in his eyes. "You ants! How annoying!" He roared, waving his wand. A portion of the dark power emanated from it and attacked the teachers. The black magic transformed into countless sharp spears, piercing the teachers. Wherever the spears touched, the air ripped apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The teachers quickly cast defensive spells, pooling their remaining magic power to form a multicolored shield. The shield trembled violently under the attack of the dark spear, its light flickering, but the teachers gritted their teeth and held on.

On the front lines, Carl and Victor's magical clashes continued. Each collision was accompanied by a dazzling light and a massive explosion. The mine shook more violently, as if it would collapse at any moment. Carl could feel Victor's dark power as heavy as a mountain, constantly pressing down on him, but he had no intention of giving up.

After a violent collision, Carl took advantage of a flash of light to carefully examine Victor's Dark Shield. The Dark Shield resembled a vast black wall, crisscrossed with complex and mysterious runes. These runes shimmered with a dark red light, like countless pairs of demonic eyes watching. Carl's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, not missing a single detail. He noticed that whenever Victor unleashed powerful attack magic, certain parts of the Dark Shield would experience extremely subtle fluctuations in magical energy. These changes were so minute that they could easily be missed without careful observation, like a subtle undercurrent beneath the surface of a calm lake, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

This revelation stirred Carl's heart, and he recalled his battle with Dracula in a previous life. Dracula's magic was equally powerful and mysterious, yet he had eventually found a flaw. It had been a thrilling battle, every moment etched deep in his soul. He remembered that after Dracula's continuous release of powerful spells, the defensive magic structure would temporarily become unstable, just as the masonry of a seemingly solid castle wall would loosen after continuous bombardment. He realized that Victor's magic might also have a similar weakness.

"Victor, your end is near!" Hope ignited in Carl's heart, and he observed Victor's every movement and magical fluctuation with increasing attention. He was like a scholar intent on solving a mystery, not missing a single clue. He noticed that after Victor launched a series of high-intensity attacks, the magic power in the lower right corner of the dark shield would briefly become unstable, like a minor malfunction in a precision machine after overwork. The runes there would flicker slightly faster, and the light would dim for a moment, as if the magic power in that area had temporarily become disturbed.

Carl began adjusting his attack strategy. He deliberately guided Victor to continuously unleash powerful attack magic while he deftly dodged and conserved his strength. Dodging like a nimble cheetah, he dodged between the attacks of the dark forces. His form was lithe and agile, each movement perfectly timed to avoid Victor's attacks while maintaining a constant eye on the changes in the lower right corner of Victor's dark shield.

"What? All you can do is run?" Victor thought Carl was frightened. His tone was filled with mockery, and his attacks became more fierce. Like a mad drummer, he kept increasing the tempo of his attacks, dark magic pouring down on Carl like raindrops.

"You'll be surprised later," Carl muttered to himself, his eyes never leaving Victor's dark shield. He was filled with calmness and confidence, like a seasoned hunter waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

After several intense attacks, the long-awaited flaw finally appeared in the lower right corner of Victor's dark shield. The magical fluctuations in that area became chaotic, and the previously stable runes on the dark shield began to flicker, like a signal light flashing in the night sky. At that moment, a sharp light flashed in Carl's eyes, like a sword unsheathed.

"Now!" Carl seized the opportunity and channeled all his remaining magic power into his wand. The light at its tip became dazzling, almost blinding. He unleashed a forbidden spell he had never used in combat—Elemental Fission. This spell instantly split the combined elemental magic, amplifying its power, but also inflicting a severe backlash on the caster. It was like opening a Pandora's box filled with magic: while it offered immense power, it also came at a price.

Without a moment's hesitation, Carl fired this beam of light, imbued with the power of elemental fission, towards the lower right corner of Victor's dark shield. Like a meteor, the light streaked through the darkness of the mine, its trajectory nearly impossible to track. Carrying destructive force, like an incredibly sharp blade, it pierced the enemy's vitals.

Victor sensed the danger, but it was too late for him to change the Dark Shield's magic distribution. The light of elemental fission struck the lower right corner of the Dark Shield, and a powerful force erupted instantly.

"Boom!" A resounding explosion erupted, as if the entire world were ignited. Under the force of the elemental fission, cracks began to appear in the dark shield, spreading rapidly like shattered glass. Viktor was flung backward by the powerful impact, spurting a mouthful of black blood. The blood splattered onto the ground with a sizzling sound, corroding small black pits.

"Success!" Carl was overjoyed, but he also suffered severe backlash from casting forbidden magic. He felt as if his internal organs were burning with pain, and magic flowed chaotically through his body, threatening to burst through it. But he endured the pain and prepared to press on.

"Damn it! How dare you hurt me, little brat!" Victor roared, his eyes filled with rage and murderous intent. He stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his wand again. Although a corner of the dark shield was broken, his power was still not to be underestimated.

"Everyone, be careful! He's going to strike back!" Carl warned the teachers loudly. The teachers also sensed Victor's impending powerful attack and braced themselves for another onslaught.

Victor began to cast an even more terrifying dark spell. The incantation he chanted was long and complex, like a curse from the depths of hell. As he chanted, the surrounding dark magic began to converge frantically, forming a massive black vortex. Within the vortex, countless souls could be vaguely seen struggling and wailing in agony. The terrifying scene was chilling.

"This is... the dark soul vortex!" a teacher said in horror. "Once you are caught in it, your soul will be devoured."

"We can't let him complete this magic." Carl said through gritted teeth. He tried to mobilize his magic power again, but the severe pain in his body made his movements a little slow.

The teachers also unleashed their strongest offensive magic in an attempt to stop Victor. Lights of various colors shot towards the black vortex, but as they approached the vortex, they were swallowed by the powerful dark magic, rendering them completely ineffective.

"Hahahaha, you can't stop me." Victor laughed wildly, his laughter echoing in the mine, full of evil and arrogance.

Carl was terrified. He knew that if Victor wasn't stopped quickly, everyone's lives would be in jeopardy. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself and focus. At this critical moment, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind: an ancient magic he had seen in ancient texts—soul resonance.

This magic can resonate with the souls around it, using the power of the souls to enhance its own magic. Although this magic is very dangerous because if it is not controlled well, it will be backfired by the power of the souls, but Carl has no other choice.

"Teacher, I'm going to use soul resonance magic. Please buy me some time." Carl shouted.

"Karl, are you crazy? That magic is too dangerous." The dean said anxiously.

"We have no other choice." Carl looked at the dean with firm eyes.

The dean knew Karl’s determination, and he gritted his teeth and said, “Okay, we will try our best to buy time for you.”

The teachers increased their attack intensity again. They rushed towards Victor desperately, trying to buy time for Carl with their own lives.

Carl sat cross-legged and began to cast a soul resonance spell. He placed his wand before him and chanted an ancient, mystical incantation. As he chanted, his soul seemed to detach from his body, resonating with the surrounding souls. The souls trapped in the mines, whether corrupted by dark magic or ancient spirits already there, all responded to Carl's call.

Their soul power flowed into Carl's body like a trickle, and Carl's body began to emit a soft light. But at the same time, he also felt the pain and struggle of his soul, and those negative emotions continued to impact his heart.

"I can't be affected by these emotions." Carl warned himself in his heart. He tried to stay awake and guide the soul power to merge with his own magic power.

Despite the teachers' desperate resistance, Victor's dark soul vortex had yet to fully form. But the teachers had also paid a heavy price, with many lying in pools of blood, and the remaining teachers were seriously injured, their magic power nearly exhausted.

"Carl, hurry up! We can't hold on any longer." The dean shouted with difficulty. His body was covered with wounds, but he still waved his wand tenaciously to block the impact of the dark magic.

Carl sensed the teachers' crisis and accelerated his soul resonance. When his soul power and magic power completely merged, Carl opened his eyes. A strange light shone in his eyes, containing the power of countless souls.

He picked up his wand and stood up. He seemed like a spirit messenger, possessing boundless power. He walked toward Victor, each step carrying a powerful aura.

"Victor, your conspiracy ends here." Carl's voice was low and powerful, as if it was the cry of all souls.

Victor couldn't help but feel a little scared when he saw the changes in Carl. But he still refused to give up. He poured all his dark magic into the dark soul vortex, trying to speed up its formation.

Carl raised his wand and chanted a brand new attack spell. This spell, which he had grasped during the soul resonance process, was a magical spell that fused the power of souls. As the spell was chanted, a huge beam of light shot out from his wand. This light was unlike any other magical light before, emitting a myriad of colors, each representing the power of a soul.

The light rushed toward Victor's dark vortex. As it approached, light and darkness collided once again. This collision was more intense than any before, filling the entire mine with light and darkness. Light and darkness intertwined and devoured each other, as if it were the final showdown between light and darkness.

In this fierce clash, Carl and Victor both fought with all their might. They both knew the outcome of this battle would determine the fate of countless lives. The air in the mine seemed to have been drained away, and time seemed to have stopped at that moment, leaving only light and darkness in a fierce struggle.

Suddenly, the light began to gain the upper hand, and Carl's soul power magic gradually suppressed Victor's dark soul vortex. The dark magic began to dissipate under the light, and the souls trapped in the vortex were also freed. They flew towards the light, as if to thank Carl.

"No! This is impossible!" Victor cried out in despair. He tried to increase the output of his dark magic, but he was powerless. The dark soul vortex completely collapsed under the impact of the light, and the powerful impact knocked Victor away again.

This time, Victor fell heavily to the ground, no longer possessing his former dignity. His black robe was tattered, his body was bruised in many places, and his magic power was almost exhausted.

Carl looked at Victor lying on the ground, feeling no mercy. He knew this demon would have to pay for what he had done. He slowly walked towards Victor, ready to deliver the final blow.

Just as Carl was about to strike, Victor suddenly looked up, a sly look in his eyes. "Do you think you've won? Hahahaha, it's not over yet." He muttered a strange spell, and his body began to fade away.

"Oh no! He's trying to escape!" Carl yelled. He tried to stop Victor, but it was too late. Victor's body completely vanished into thin air, leaving only his arrogant laughter echoing through the mine.

Carl clenched his fists, his heart filled with anger and resentment. But he knew now was not the time to be angry. He had to ensure the safety of the teachers first, then find Victor and put an end to his evil deeds. He turned and walked towards the teachers, began to cast healing magic, and rescued the injured teachers.

While the fierce battle was temporarily over, Carl knew greater challenges lay ahead. He and his teachers must quickly recover their strength and prepare for new battles. Meanwhile, Victor, a ghostly enemy, still lurked in the shadows, poised to strike again at any moment.