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

Challenge of the Divine Realm (Part 2)

On this perilous battlefield of the divine realm, Carl was like a captain steering a ship amidst raging storms. Though somewhat beset by the attacks of the divine creatures, his gaze grew ever more resolute, like the brightest star in the night sky. Every encounter with these strange creatures was a journey into the mysteries of divine combat.

The sky of the divine realm resembled a palette overturned by the gods, a riot of color and endless shifts. Sometimes it resembled a deep, azure ocean, clouds tumbling like white waves, sunlight streaming through the gaps between them like golden threads; sometimes it resembled a blazing sunset, interweaving orange, red, and purple, shrouding the entire battlefield in a brilliant cacophony of light and shadow. A fierce wind howled across this vast sky, carrying the aura of a distant, mysterious land. As it blew across the battlefield, it stirred up clouds of dust and mysterious magical particles, which shimmered with multicolored light in the sunlight, like a cascade of stars in the night sky.

"Hmph, you guys have so many different attacks!" Carl teased as he dodged a barrage of magic bullets from a divine creature. The creature resembled a furry ball, its hairs standing up like needles, each one gleaming with a rich green light, like countless tiny emerald pillars. Each hair was thick, its tips clung to shimmering drops of magical dew, reflecting a captivating brilliance in the light. Magic bullets emanated from this radiance. Atop its spherical body, a pair of eyes as deep as black gemstones gleamed with cunning and fierceness, glaring fiercely at Carl. With each attack, the air around it was tinged with a faint green hue, like fresh leaves in spring, vibrant yet aggressive. It spread toward Carl, as if to devour him in this vibrant greenery.

"Outsider, you will soon be defeated by us and become the laughing stock of the divine world!" The spherical creature fought back angrily, its voice shrill and as harsh as nails scratching a blackboard.

In the fierce battle, Carl's eyes were like a precise scanner, capturing every detail. He discovered that the divine realm's fighting style differed radically from that of the Fantasy Continent. Here, the rules of magic were like a complex and mysterious maze, each turn concealing new secrets. For example, when the divine creatures launched their attacks, they didn't simply unleash magical power; they skillfully combined their own characteristics with the surrounding elements.

Surrounding the battlefield lies a desolate and mysterious land, dotted with rocks of various shapes. These rocks are no ordinary creations. Some shimmer with mysterious runes, as if telling ancient tales; others exude a strange aura, resonating with the surrounding magical energy. Growing among the rocks are unknown plants, their leaves a deep purple, threaded with silver veins, as if flowing with a mysterious blood. Whenever magical energy surges, these plants tremble slightly, their leaves rubbing against each other, creating a rustling sound that seems to compose a mysterious background music to the battle.

Like the divine creature resembling a cheetah, its physique was sleek and graceful, its muscles faintly visible beneath its sleek fur, as if imbued with boundless power. Its fur was a unique golden-brown, speckled with black, like twinkling stars in the night sky. Each speck emitted a faint glow, which intertwined with the wind elemental energy it stirred up as it ran, creating a mysterious rhythm. Its eyes were narrow, amber-colored, like two burning flames, gleaming sharply in the darkness, revealing a savagery and ferocity. When charging, it harnessed the unique elemental energy of the divine realm, granting it lightning-fast speed. As it ran, the ground beneath its feet kicked up clouds of dust, which, carried by the wind, formed a massive, tawny dragon, swirling and dancing behind it. The wind weaved through its fur, granting it additional strength and agility. Noticing this, Carl began to incorporate this elemental tactic into his own combat.

"Hey, wind spirit, lend me a hand!" Carl whispered, feeling the flow of the wind around him, trying to align with it like a cheetah creature. His form began to grow lighter, allowing him to dodge attacks with greater agility. The wind now felt like a close companion, surrounding him, carrying the heat of the battlefield and the scent of magic, caressing his face. Tiny petals drifted in the breeze, seemingly from nowhere, perhaps swept from a mysterious garden nearby. Their graceful dance in the wind added a unique touch of beauty to the tense battle scene.

"Haha, so that's how it is. I discovered your little secret!" Carl shouted excitedly. His laughter left the divine creatures a little confused.

As the battle dragged on, Carl gradually grasped the intricacies of the divine realm's magical laws. He discovered that the magical energy here was more like a living being, requiring a special kind of "communication" with it. This communication wasn't simply a command, but rather an emotional resonance and understanding.

Once, while fending off an attack from a divine bird radiating flames, Karl felt the passion and destructive power inherent in fire magic. The divine bird was enormous, its wingspan tens of meters wide. Its feathers seemed woven from pure flames. Every feather blazed, a blend of red, orange, and yellow. The edges of the flames took on a translucent quality, as if composed of the purest energy. Its head brimmed with a sharp beak, gleaming like gold, gleaming dazzlingly in the flames. Wisps of flame danced around the edge of its beak, like a living spirit. Its eyes were a deep crimson, like two balls of unceasing hellfire, imbued with boundless majesty and fury. Circles of heat surrounded its body, materializing walls of air that distorted the surrounding space. The air, scorched by the flames, formed waves of heat that spread outward. Wherever the heat wave reached, the mysterious plants shrank and the rocks burned red and scorched. He did not simply use magic to fight it like he did in the Fantasy Continent, but tried to understand the "emotions" of this flame.

"You flames, burning so fiercely, must be lonely. Let me keep you company," Karl muttered to himself. He merged his own magic with the flames', forming a unique flaming shield around himself. This shield not only blocked the attacks of the divine bird but also harnessed the flames' power for his own benefit. The flames danced joyfully around him, as if they had found new companions. The original orange-red flames were infused with the colors of Karl's magic, becoming even more brilliant and colorful.

"This... How is this possible? He can actually control our fire!" The divine bird screamed in horror, its colorful feathers trembling slightly in shock.

After many such battles, Carl was like a sponge, constantly absorbing the essence of the divine world's combat methods. His attacks and defenses became increasingly powerful, and every move he made was accompanied by a deep understanding of the magical rules of the divine world.