145: The magical world is gone!
Iron Wall and the others only felt a blur before their eyes as Su Yi’s figure vanished into thin air like a phantom.
The team members looked at each other, momentarily at a loss.
[System Notification: Your friend "Star Shine" has left the Starmourn Team]
“This…” Little Knife opened his mouth but said nothing.
Shadow silently walked to the remains of the Deathwing and picked up a ring emitting a faint, dark glow.
He looked around at the ground littered with equipment, drops, and a colorful treasure chest, muttering,
“The big shot didn’t pick up any of these things.”
“This is what a true big shot looks like…” Little Knife sighed,
“What kind of luck did we stumble into?”
“With this kind of strength, he’s definitely one of the top ten big shots on the leaderboard, but it’s hard to guess exactly which one.”
Shadow added.
Iron Wall took a deep breath and said solemnly,
“No one is allowed to speak of what happened today. Our Starmourn Team will remember this kindness.”
“Even if we might not be able to repay it, we must at least remember it!”
Little Knife echoed.
At the same time, the game forum had exploded.
[Holy crap!? Where did this Starmourn Team come from?]
[They even killed a Level 600 Abyss Lord?!]
…
Meanwhile, in the Magic World, the Lord of the End stood upon a pile of ruins.
He held the Magic God of the previous era in his hand, listening to the other party’s continuous pleas for mercy, and without the slightest hesitation, he exerted force with his wrist—
“Crack!”
The Magic God died on the spot.
After doing all this, the Lord of the End did not spare the corpse another glance. He merely closed his eyes and felt the contractual power within his body, sighing:
“I didn’t expect to still be outmaneuvered by the Myriad Mirrors Abyss Overlord.”
“Indeed, power is not so easily obtained,” he muttered to himself.
The Lord of the End clearly knew that this contractual power was restricting his actions.
It did not allow him to do anything superfluous while conquering this world; he could only focus all his efforts on destroying everything.
In fact, he had originally planned to spread some doctrines in this world to accumulate prestige for his main body.
After all, this world was vast, and conservatively estimated, it could bring in tens of millions of prestige points.
Unfortunately, due to the existence of the contractual power, he had no choice but to conquer this world in the fastest way possible.
And the fastest way was to clear out all the pests in this world.
Now, it was almost all cleared.
It was time to drag this broken world back.
The Lord of the End stood on the highest peak of the Magic World, overlooking the shattered continent.
The once glorious magic civilization now only consisted of burning ruins and wailing survivors.
He slowly raised his right hand, and seven golden patterns appeared on his palm, interweaving into a complex spatial matrix.
“In the name of Myriad Mirrors, Plane Attraction—”
As the incantation fell, the entire world began to twist and deform.
The earth trembled violently, and the sky cracked open with countless fissures, like a torn painting.
The edges of the continent gradually collapsed, turning into countless specks of light that converged towards the Lord of the End’s palm.
“No! Stop!”
A dazzling holy light descended from the sky.
The white-haired Pope appeared, holding a scepter, followed by the last twelve Holy Knights.
Flames of Life burned on their bodies; this was the ultimate forbidden art cast at the cost of their souls.
But the Lord of the End didn’t even turn his head, merely snapping his fingers softly.
The Pope and the knights instantly solidified into crystal statues, then shattered into dust.
The resistance forces of this world had long been slaughtered by him; these were merely their last struggles.
The speed of plane attraction suddenly accelerated.
The entire continent began to spiral upwards, dragging a brilliant ribbon of light through the void.
The Lord of the End could feel the contractual power boiling within him, urging him to complete the task as quickly as possible.
“How impatient…”
He sneered, suddenly plunging his left hand into his own chest.
Within the dark flesh, a prism seed emerged—this was the plane coordinate device given to him by the Lord of Myriad Mirrors.
As the seed bloomed with dazzling light, the Magic World rapidly compressed into a crystal-clear sphere, then vanished into a void rift.
[Myriad Mirrors Abyss]
The Lord of Myriad Mirrors, who was currently entangled in battle with the Dark Demon God, suddenly trembled all over.
His damaged crystal body began to repair at a visible speed, and countless mirror fragments flew from all over the abyss, forming a brilliant star ring around him.
“Hahaha!”
The Lord of Myriad Mirrors let out a wild laugh and unleashed a beam of mirror light, for the first time forcing the Dark Demon God back half a step.
“Do you see? This is the variable!”
“And I am the chosen one of the Abyss Will.”
The Dark Demon God roared furiously, black mist churning violently around him.
He suddenly turned towards the direction where the Lord of the End had vanished, and his three crimson eyes lit up simultaneously.
“Be careful!”
The Lord of Myriad Mirrors’ warning came too late.
The Lord of the End had just stepped out of the teleportation portal when he was struck by a black lightning bolt that spanned space and time.
However, just as the lightning was about to hit him, a mirror barrier appeared in time, blocking most of the damage for him.
Even so, the Lord of the End was still sent flying several thousand meters by the residual power.
He tumbled to a stop in the void, his dark armor covered in cracks, and his mask half-shattered, revealing half of a pale face.
“Hmph, the Dark Demon God indeed noticed you,” the Lord of Myriad Mirrors’ voice echoed in his ear,
“But don’t worry, with me here, he can’t hurt you.”
The Lord of the End stabilized himself, wiped away the black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly:
“This is what you call ‘safe’? I was almost killed in one blow.”
“This was just an accident,” the Lord of Myriad Mirrors’ voice carried a hint of apology,
“However, your performance satisfies me. The origin of the Magic World has been injected into the Myriad Mirrors Abyss, and my power is recovering.”
The Lord of the End looked up at the sky, where the Lord of Myriad Mirrors’ crystal-like body had already largely repaired itself.
In the battle with the Dark Demon God, he was no longer completely at a disadvantage, occasionally able to counterattack.
He secretly mused that although the contractual power restricted his actions, the Lord of Myriad Mirrors had indeed fulfilled his promise and bestowed upon him great power.
“What’s the next target?” the Lord of the End asked.
Mirror fragments reappeared, and the Lord of Myriad Mirrors’ voice came through: “World number C-892, a plane dominated by technology.”
“But strangely, 35 beings who ascended to godhood through faith suddenly appeared there.”
“32 of them are not to be feared, but three of them are quite strong.”
“However, with your strength, they are merely larger ants.”
“These gods who ascended through faith are not only weak in strength, but their origin power is also quite abundant.”
“Plus that world…”
“The origin power will only be more than that of the Magic World.”