Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 213: Chapter 83

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The blade of divine power was one of the powers that the gods had. Generally speaking, it was a very common ability.

However, in the hands of the gods that were specializing in fighting or war, it could unleash its true potential for destruction. What Wor was doing at this moment was a prime example of this.

The black crescent energy blades were silent, as though they were made up of shadows or the deepest night, destroying each of the legendary spells, one by one, without being affected in the least.

Ymirjar le-Peyroux’s speed was quick, and he immediately dodged the energy blades easily. But then the black blades changed direction unexpectedly, hitting him!

The amplification and defensive magic that he had on his body were useless in the face of these black blades. They were destroyed as easily as thin paper, as the blades proceeded to hack away at his body. The old man’s figure split apart violently, disappearing into countless bubbles.

“He won? Just like that?!” The mortals that were watching the fight were in a state of disbelief. The greatest magician, the god of spell casters, the one who shook the world for 3,000 years, had fallen so easily!

Wor’s face belied no traces of happiness. He regulated his breathing, sheathing his black blade, preparing to draw it again. He knew clearly that it was still too early to say who the victor was!

He had made a breakthrough in this battle, grasping a powerful attacking technique. The most it had done was to shorten the distance between him and Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux. If he wanted to win, the odds were still uncertain.

The dispute between him and the other party was due to a fundamental difference in beliefs, so there was no room for reconciliation. This disagreement could only end when one of them was dead and fallen.

Of course, there were some gods that had adjusted their ideological thinking, after having acquired their abilities, but that was a very troublesome and painful process. It was akin to self-denial, as though they were dancing on the tip of a knife, where one mistake would kill them.

Compared to this, it was much preferred to settle things with a fight, regardless of who won or lost. At least, that was Wor’s take on it...

Actually, he also knew that, as long as he was willing to change his stance and surrender to the Master of Mystery, he not only didn’t have to die, he could also avoid this entire battle. But as long as one lived, there would always be some things that were more important than life, which were worthy of using one’s life to defend! One such thing was loyalty, another was friendship.

Auscar, His Majesty Void Faceless, was the one who Wor had chosen to pledge his loyalty to. He was also a friend of Black Blade Wor. No matter what, Wor would not hesitate to pledge his life to follow his king for all eternity, without fear of death!

He took a deep breath. It could not be seen where the knowledge in the God of Knowledge had gone. He looked as though he were a wild beast ready to charge at any time.

The distant sky flashed, and Ymirjar le-Peyroux’s figure appeared. He still looked the same, his countenance calm. The only difference was that magic no longer surrounded him like a set of neon lights. Instead, all that remained around him was a ring of rainbow light. Yet, to the eyes of the strong, this rainbow circle, which looked mild to most, was actually far more dazzling than the neon lights had ever been!

“Divine ability: divine spellcasting...” Morani wrinkled her eyebrows, saying with worry, “As expected of the master of the supreme tower, he’s just ascended to godhood, and yet, he’s actually comprehended divine ability to such a state!”

Divine ability, simply put, was the ability of a god. Normally speaking, of all of the skills cast by a god, most of them were human skills that were channeled with divine power in order to boost deadliness. But if a god’s understanding and control of his own strength reached a certain stage, he would be able to truly manifest power that was purely divine in nature. Such an ability was referred to as Divine ability.

Divine ability was where a god’s true power resided. It was also something that mere mortals would never be able to comprehend. As the saying went, “Mortals have no way of challenging god.” The crux lay within this point.

However, even within divine abilities, there were strong and weak ones. Some divine abilities were common, known by pretty much every god. An example would be the divine blade, creating objects from thin air, or teleportation...etc. Their combat potential would be rather weak, as everyone understood the simple concepts behind them.

As for the more complex abilities, they required either a corresponding duty or area of expertise, coupled with sufficient understanding and enlightenment, regarding divine power, before they could be manifested. A good example of these were the black blade lights that were manifested by Wor. Even though they were similar to the divine blade, in actuality, they were an ability unique to gods with the duty or expertise of combat. If the ability had to be given a name, it would be called “War god’s energy blade.”

Its destructive power was greater than the divine blade by a significant amount. Most gods, when faced with such an attack, would suffer a huge loss, especially if they did not make ample preparations beforehand or panicked.

As for the magic shrouding Ymirjar le-Peyroux, it was an ability unique to the gods’ governing magic. It was referred to as “Transcending power: Divine Spellcasting.”

Gods could imbue anything with their divine power to amplify its effects. Even the lowest ranking light beam skill could have its effects elevated to a legendary rank.

Complete understanding of a spell could allow for a god to further increase the power of a spell by channeling divine power through it to turn an ordinary spell into a divine spell. This ability was known as “Divine spells.”

In the hands of magic gods, divine spells were extremely strong weapons. They were not to be looked down upon, especially when they unleashed all of their magical energy. When that occurred, even someone like the Steel Lion would choose to retreat instead of facing it.

However, the most terrifying spell was always kept in the hands of the Master of Mystery. It was even more powerful and mysterious than divine spells. This was because, by nature, it exceeded the power of legendary spells. It was the true Divine Spell. This kind of magic was referred to as Divine Spellcasting.

Throughout the years, the Master of Mystery had taken action a few times. Every time he had used Divine Spellcasting to crush any god that attempted to challenge him, no one was able to even survive a few spells.

Yet, on this day, this spell, which was the sole property of the Master of Mystery, had appeared in the hands of Ymirjar le-Peyroux. This caused many people to become alarmed and extremely worried!

“I’m afraid the God of Knowledge will lose.” He used divine power to whisper to the doppelganger of the God of Justice. “Let us make our move soon, as we absolutely can’t let him die here!”

The God of Justice, Yorgaardman, nodded his head, his eyes fixated on Ymirjar le-Peyroux, with divine power secretly locking onto him. This wasn’t meant for any offensive ploy. With his personality and duty, he could not take offensive measures against a god that was leaning towards neutrality in the good camp. His actions only involved investigating the opponent’s magic, trying to find a flaw in the Divine Spellcasting.

He knew clearly that he and the Master of Mystery would one day do battle, and that he would be facing the Divine Spellcasting of the Master of Mystery. If he could grasp this opportunity to find some flaw, the chances of his victory in that battle would greatly increase.

Although the God of Spellcasters’ Divine Spellcasting was sure to have large differences from that of the Master of Mystery, after spectating the few times that the Master of Mystery took action, without being able to glean any results, he wondered about lowering the standards. This led him to think that, maybe through researching the methods of the God of Spellcasting, he would be able to understand where the crux of Divine Spellcasting lay.

After all, even though he was a warrior back when he was a mortal, with only a tiny bit of knowledge with regards to magic, he had been a god for so many years already. The God of Justice had already become an expert in magic!

Of course, once the God of Knowledge met with danger, he would definitely make his move as soon as possible. He was still clear with regards to his priorities.

“I would never have thought that I would actually be forced by a junior into being serious.” Ymirjar le-Peyroux’s voice held within it a trace of anger and anxiousness. He no longer maintained his distance like before. Instead, he chose to fly straight towards Wor.

“You are excellent and most deserving of praise!”

Wor did not answer. His gaze remained fixed on Ymirjar le-Peyroux, while his entire being, as though a tightly coiled spring, was ready to explode forth at a moment’s notice.

After a while, Ymirjar le-Peyroux le-Peyroux le-Peyroux flew before him, the distance between them now being about twenty to thirty meters. At this type of a distance, even a high ranking adventurer could cross this distance in a split second with their own techniques.

For gods, this insignificant distance could be considered as though they were touching. This was a distance that strongly favored gods of war and was disadvantageous to gods of magic.

Ymirjar le-Peyroux, however, cared not. He gazed kindly upon Wor, as though he was an elder looking upon a talent from a younger generation.

“It’s not too late to turn back now,” he said. “Before leaving, my lord has repeatedly stressed that no matter when, our doors are always open to you.”

Wor kept his silence, giving no reaction.

Ymirjar le-Peyroux sighed, then tried to persuade Wor once more. “Do consider it, since you cannot defeat me. I trust you are aware of this fact.”

Wor’s reply was to charge and draw his blade.

“Divine ability: War God’s Energy Blade!”

Crescent blades cut forward silently, targeting the exposed Ymirjar le-Peyroux, who had no cover. At the same time, Wor also rushed up to him, brandishing his long, black blade, hacking onto Ymirjar le-Peyroux’s body viciously.

The rainbow lights moved, but nothing happened. Ymirjar le-Peyroux withstood two onslaughts from Wor, without moving, and not a single change in his expression.

“Youth should be like this! Hot blooded, brave, and even reckless!” He laughed and said, “If you want to harm me, you should at least change your blade.”

At that moment, Wor had already swung his blade multiple times, hacking towards Ymirjar le-Peyroux. Even though every slash connected solidly, it had no effect at all.

Actually, there was some effect... The rainbow light that was shrouding Ymirjar le-Peyroux shook as though it were a wave of water. That was all.

This God of Spellcaster’s strength was truly beyond imagining!