Throne of Magical Arcana Chapter 504 - Sunrise

Chapter 504: Sunrise

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In the projection of hell, the devils surrounded in flames and smoke lunged at Lucien, Natasha, and the Demigod-lich with the cold wind that could freeze their souls. The succubi inside the bronze castle let out soul-stirring moans… As Maltimus, the Lord of Hell, arrived, the projections of countless devils formed a terrifying legion.
Demigod-lich, who had only a gold skull left, opened his mouth after brief astonishment, releasing an ear-splitting howl that echoed directly in the soul. The quakes spread out, and the intense air of death was rising.
Within the range of the howl from the Demigod-lich, the volcanoes, rocks and, castles remained unchanged, but all of a sudden, a senior-rank devil almost three meters tall who was wielding a fiery sword collapsed without a sound.
As if contaminated by him, the swarm of devils fell like wheat that had been reaped. In only two seconds, the first wave of the devil legion that marched aggressively was annihilated.
“Life Ritual.” After his advancement, it was much easier for Congus to perform the legendary magics. The time gap between the two unique magics that were based on the Land of Dirt, his demiplane, and Demigod-lich, his legendary class, was much shorter than before.
As Congus’ voice spread out, the fire from hell turned grey, the stinky swamp was dry and broken, the bronze castle decayed and faded, and the cold wind of death on the silent plain raged even more violently. The devils that had just collapsed rose again, their skin wrinkled and their muscles rotten. With needle-like redness beaming out of their eyes, they turned around and charged at Maltimus, the Lord of Hell.
The extracted vitality was gathered into filthy, dim clouds in the sky that was illuminated by black lightning. Grey water drops poured down toward the Lord of Hell torrentially.
At this moment, Congus’s demiplane seemed to have overlapped with the projection of hell. Soul Catchers rose one after another, the giants of death threw rocks, evil beasts commanded the legion of the dead, dozens of stinky skeleton dragons flew in the sky, and countless shadows wandered between illusion and reality unpredictably, making it barely possible to put up any resistance.
Scourge of the Undead!
Although none of the spectres were legendary, they had the advantage in numbers. Now that the Lord of Hell had been stalled by Congus, they could still hurt him.
After the space was twisted through the projection of Mountain Paradise, Maltimus’ projection here had already reached the level of grand arcanist and close to the peak of legendary. Congus dared not be careless at all.
Lucien and Natasha were both shocked at what they saw. Congus was indeed too imprudent earlier. He did not carry out 10% of his abilities when he dealt with the two kiddos who were only seventh-circle and level seven. If he had treated them with his current attitude, however quick-witted Lucien was and however resolute Natasha was, they could’ve only died.
The fire that was similar to sulfur was ignited on Maltimus, blocking the dirty rain. He whispered: “Life Deprivation.”
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. The spectres exploded like blooming fireworks.
Eleven silver balls of light suddenly appeared next to Congus. They also expanded and exploded, and it was not until only two of them were left when he finally blocked Maltimus’ Life Deprivation.
However, Congus’ Undead Scourge had already been wiped out by then!
Inside the ruins, Natasha managed to stab Pale Justice before her to thwart the attack of Life Ritual and Life Deprivation. The sword trembled and hummed violently, emitting the brightness of sacredness and determination, while it protected a tiny range nearby. It seemed that the sword might be broken at any moment.
For Maltimus and Congus, Lucien and Natasha, who had lost their combat abilities, were not worth their attention at all. The aftermath of their attacks could’ve killed the two of them, had it not been for Pale Justice, which was a legendary weapon for both spectres and devils.
For Congus, if Lucien restored his spiritual power at this moment and could still use his ring, he wouldn’t mind working with Lucien temporarily to deal with the Lord of Hell. There were no eternal friends or foes but only eternal interests. However, it was a pity that Lucien absolutely did not have any ability to provide help.
Maltimus, on the other hand, was rather cautious and did not do his best. He was worried that Lucien would set Alterna free at the cost of his own life. However, Alterna, who only had the strength for one attack and who had been weakened by the material world, was not too great a threat for a demigod like him who knew all the details about her.
Swallowing the consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls, and melting the World of Souls with the hell, were his greatest purposes. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried so hard to diminish the consciousness of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls. Even if he could not kill it, he could still assimilate it!
“Death Lament.” Congus’ spell sounded like an unpredictable, illusionary song, that made the sulfur flames on Maltimus die out dully.
Pale Justice wailed and blocked Death Lament, but it did not seem able to hold on much longer.
Lucien hinted Natasha to draw the longsword and run back when he launched the suicide attack with the strength of Silver Moon Alterna.
However, the ivory light inside Lucien’s left hand suddenly expanded. Unhurriedly, it swallowed and digested the remains of the mysterious existence of the World of Souls.
Such quickness, such ease and such an astounding result dumbfounded Lucien, whose head seemed to be illuminated by a light that drove away all the darkness. All the details that had escaped his attention before were now clearly visible.
Why did the mysterious existence of the World of Souls lose control so coincidentally?
Why was it never out of control after he was wounded when he mixed the potion and wrote the paper?
Why was Alterna unable to control her ‘appetite’ when faced with Asin, if she had been so cautious before, to the point that she took the chance when nobody noticed to the Lord of the Underworld?
Furthermore, when the Master of Argent was slain, according to Rhine, he summoned Alterna and borrowed her strength.
It was a lie that the absorption and digestion would take seven days.
In his confusion and shock, Lucien only felt that the strength contained in his left hand changed and grew rapidly. In the next instant, the strength was poured into Lucien’s body, allowing his spiritual power to soar, like the sorcerers whose capabilities were temporarily improved through projections or summoning.
At this moment,
“But it is not complete.” Having no time to ask Alterna what happened, he could only reply that there was still a long way to go for ‘fusion magic’.
Boom. Alterna did not say anything, but stronger, higher power surged into Lucien’s soul and body. His perceptions of the world entirely changed.
Lucien, at this moment, seemed to be in space. The material world next to him lost all the external conceptions and turned into part of his cognitive world: Electrons jumped in orbits, accepting and launching quantum photons now and then; protons and neutrons formed the atomic nucleus under the strong interaction… The deep and cold light flowed out quietly
Extending his hand that was made of his spiritual power, Lucien realized that he could directly ‘control’ them. He was immediately shocked.
However, Lucien soon realized that it was not the best moment to relish the experience. He hurried to review the knowledge and mechanism of fusion and project them into different magic models.
The time seemed to be elapsing slowly. Also, he had the main core of the fusion magic, and his spirit library had enough introductions to its mechanism. Therefore, a rather shabby magic structure without any assistant models soon appeared before Lucien.
“Control it, release it.” Alterna sounded as serious as before.
Lucien was rather scared. “No launch, no extension, no nothing! We are going to be killed, too!”
“I’ll take care of it. Hurry up.” Alterna promised him. The ‘cognitive space’ around immediately faded, revealing the real world, where Maltimus was still fighting Congus, and Pale Justice and Natasha were still managing to resist.
Lucien took a deep breath. The feeling of entering deep into matter lingered before his eyes. Therefore, he extended his left hand, and the silver light drew uncanny traces in the air as if he were controlling the particles of the entire world!
Natasha was the first one to notice that something wasn’t right. Sensing that Lucien was performing complicated magic, she turned around and looked, only to catch a pair of eyes that were deep, dark and filled with infinite mysteries.
The demonic eyes were emanating unimaginable charm. Natasha could barely move her head away after she saw them.
Lucien opened his mouth and declared hoarsely, as if he hadn’t spoken for years:
“Eternal Blaze!”
Along with the spell, silver brilliance burst out of Lucien’s body. The moon seemed to have landed, turning Natasha and himself blurry.
It was not until they heard the spell that the Lord of Hell and Demigod-lich noticed Lucien’s changes. When they sensed him, they discovered, to their surprise, that terrifying, overwhelming strength that exploded from Lucien, and infinite light was coming at them like the scorching sun in the midday.
Having no time to take other actions, Congus hurried to chant, “Undead Rampart.”
Walls made of souls and bodies surrounded him, almost as good as Wall of Sighs, the highest defense magic in Necromancy.
“Alterna!” Maltimus, who was more or less braced for it, roared. The hell next to him collapsed into a Hellish Barrier.
However, under the scorching heat, the radiant rays and the enormous blast, rocks were shattered, ramparts were melted, and barriers were broken.
The Lord of Hell and Demigod-lich both wanted to leave using teleportation. However, they realized that they had locked the space during their battle earlier, like they usually did. Therefore, in their red eyes, the scorching light from the grey fire was brighter and brighter, occupying their horizon and swallowing everything!
Boom! The terrible explosion did not echo until this moment, deafening everyone!
Outside of the northern mountains, Lucien, Natasha and Alterna appeared from the fuzziness. Then, they all heard the explosion and saw an incandescent sun rising far away, dispelling the deepest darkness before dawn.
“It’s sunrise…” Natasha looked at Lucien and then at the ‘sun’, mumbling to herself.
The sun soon disappeared. A gigantic mushroom cloud where the fire was surging popped up, blocking half of the dark sky.