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So, what about a newly born god?
What about an existence whose divine function is "magic" and whose very existence is anchored to the source?
The authority He has acquired, the concepts He holds, and the "reason" He symbolizes should be as vast as the boundless sea of stars and as profound as the abyss of creation!
He should be the sum and sublimation of the concept of divine magic on the human side, and the ultimate manifestation of all changes in the universe!
However, at this moment, all that can be seen is the monotonous and repetitive roar of thunder!
This stark contrast is like a blinding logical black hole, devouring common sense.
My thoughts drifted back.
The "foundation" that constitutes this newborn god—the three realms of records etched in the planet's history, supporting his divinity like three colossal pillars:
The Imposter – a mysterious entity that lurks in the shadows with a thousand faces, weaving conspiracies.
Iskandar the Conqueror! The great king who roamed the land, igniting an era with his domineering power and ambition, and engraving the word "conquest" into the collective unconscious of mankind!
Zeus, the king of the gods—the supreme god of Olympus who wields thunder and law and symbolizes the authority of the heavens!
These three are all colossal entities capable of shaking the history of humankind and the age of gods! They are "records" of decisive significance that have been deposited in the long river of planetary memory!
Now, Zeus's power of "thunder" has been manifested, and its power is beyond doubt; it is pure, top-level violence.
But... what about the other two?
The "imposter" represents a thousand faces and unpredictable nature, an all-pervasive infiltration, and a hidden realm that weaves the threads of fate.
Iskandar, the "Conqueror King," symbolizes an all-encompassing, domineering will, a leader's brilliance that unites the hearts of all armies, and a realm of conquest that expands into unknown territories.
These two realms of records undoubtedly carry a more core and essential "weight" in the "trinity" that constitutes this newborn god!
They point to the inherent logic behind how "magic" has been able to circulate, evolve, and even be "conquered" and "reshaped" throughout human history!
It is the most brilliant and versatile core part of the power of the god of magic!
Why hide?
Why the silence?
Iskandar—this newly born god of magic—is still like a berserker driven by a single obsession, relentlessly unleashing the destructive thunderbolts originating from Zeus in the most primal, brutal, and tireless way towards the location of Matou Pond…
Pour! Pour! Pour endlessly!
The pale beam of divine punishment tore through the boiling space time and time again, bombarding the defensive barrier built by Matouchi Pond and exploding into an energy storm powerful enough to evaporate mountains.
Amidst the monotonous, repetitive roar of destruction, a cold, sharp glint, like a quenched blade, shone deep within Matou Ike's indifferent pupils.
A deeper vigilance, transcending the mere awareness of power itself, quietly emerged.
This is by no means a simple tactical choice.
This continuous, almost obsessive display of a single power... is more like a...
Declaration?
or……
Something deeper, something more essential... "concealment"?
The next moment, Matou Ike's decision fell like a cold guillotine!
Since monotonous probing cannot reveal the whole picture, let's use greater intensity and stronger pressure to corner this newly born "God of Magic"! Force Him... to "leak" out His hidden powers!
Om-! ! !
Inside Matou Ike, the "furnace" that had been dormant for a moment was completely ignited!
Thirty-six main magic circuits! Seventy-two secondary magic circuits! Like the most intricate energy matrix within the human body, they are now being forcibly driven by will to operate beyond their limits!
The circuit itself seemed to transform into a scorching hot iron burning the nerves, emitting a faint, unbearable groan!
Extract!
The essence of life—the vital energy of the small source (Od)—is like the last drop of water from a faucet that has been forcibly turned off, squeezed out from every corner of flesh, bones, and even the soul with unparalleled brutality!
The process itself is filled with self-destructive pain, as if the soul is thrown into a furnace to be forged!
However, this is only the most basic fuel!
Om-! ! !
On the ring finger of his left hand, the "Principle Blood Ring," which symbolized the forbidden contract, suddenly shone with an eerie scarlet light!
The power of the "fruit"—greedily sucking!
The goal is the "Mana" that is so vast and almost inexhaustible, contained within this underworld land beneath our feet, which is stained with the blood of the gods and has accumulated countless souls and remnants of the divine era!
Like an invisible giant whale opening its jaws in the abyss, the magical power of the underworld within a radius of dozens of miles was instantly sucked in, forming a massive magical vortex that was visible to the naked eye and distorted light! The ashes dried up and cracked, and the whispers of the dead remaining in the air were forcibly torn apart and transformed into pure energy, which surged wildly into the ring!
At the same time, the power of "hunger" originating from Beelzebub is also roaring silently!
It is no longer confined to itself, but has transformed into a bottomless black hole, greedily devouring all the dissipated energy—whether it is the "waste heat" generated by Matouchi's own extraction of Od, or the "residue" left behind at the edge of the environmental magic vortex, all of which are mercilessly captured, transformed, and merged into the surging torrent of magic by this power!
Triple supply!
The small source burns! The great source devours! The sweeping "hunger"!
A massive amount of violent magical power, enough to instantly overwhelm several top magicians, surged, compressed, and purified within Matou Ike's body, intricate like a network of star trails! Its density and intensity even caused almost tangible, space-distorting magical flames to rise from his body!
Power! An unprecedented sense of power filled my entire body!
But this was not to confront the endless divine punishment and thunder head-on.
But for...
Drive those eyes!
Matouchi suddenly looked up!
Deep within those indifferent pupils, it seemed as if a cold vortex was forming!
No need for lengthy incantations or complex magic circle construction—that's not within the scope of modern magic!
In essence, it is a "Project One" that is closer to "superpowers" and is based on bloodline origins!
start up!
The Twisted Demon Eye!
Om-! ! !
As far as the eye could see, the space itself emitted a sickening groan, like the forced bending of cheap glass!
This power did not originate from the "miracle" of magic, but was rooted deep in his bloodline—from the ancient and rare "exorcism" bloodline of the Asakami clan!
The essence of the Blood of Exorcism is "denying the mystical" and "interfering with other worlds"!
The "Twisted" Mystic Eyes are the most violent fruit that this bloodline has condensed in Matou Ike!
Its rules are simple and direct, yet they contain an absolute blasphemy against "common sense"—
It forces objects within sight to undergo a physical "distortion"!
The target is not the roaring thunder itself (that might be resisted by divine power).
The target is the spatial structure itself, which is the path that Thunder must take!
Load!
Divinity, power, and magic were loaded into the cavity as bullets.
The next step is to let it all out!
Matou Ike's gaze, burning with magical red and green spirals, was like two invisible spatial hammers, firmly fixed on the area in front of him that was locked by the divine punishment's radiance!
distortion!
Click——! ! !
The spatial structure of that area underwent a horrifying distortion in an instant under the absolute interference of the "Twisted" Demon Eye!
It was as if an invisible giant hand was twisting a piece of transparent glass violently!
The "latitude and longitude lines" of space were forcibly bent and torn apart! A visible, irregular "distorting force field" radiating spatial fragments and turbulent currents, like a spatial tumor that appeared out of nowhere, ruthlessly intercepted the pale lightning that tore the heavens and earth apart!
Boom-! ! ! !
The destructive lightning, symbolizing the wrath of the god-king, crashed headlong into this man-made spatial trap that violated the laws of physics!
There was no earth-shattering explosion!
Only a heart-stopping, ear-piercing shriek, like metal being forcibly torn apart and shredded!
The divine light of punishment, powerful enough to evaporate mountains, was torn apart, deflected, and even... partially reversed by an invisible, immense force within that forcibly distorted force field!
The energy flow was forcibly redirected, like a runaway dragon, with some shooting towards the void of the sky and some slamming into the scorched rocks of the distant underworld, creating terrifying craters!
Purpose achieved!
This is not for defense, but to apply greater pressure! It is to forcibly create an undeniable, provocative, and unknown "variable" on the opponent's monotonous "pouring" rhythm!
Matou Ike's figure, wreathed in flames due to magical overload, remained unmoved behind the distorted force field. His cold pupils pierced through the chaotic energy turbulence, locking onto the core of that destructive radiance—Iskandar.
Was it forced out?
Aside from Zeus's thunderbolts, what about your elusive nature as a "pretender"? Or your domineering nature as a "conqueror"?
Or……
You, the newly born god of magic...
Really... only Thunder?
Chapter 637 Moving Forward (4k)
The being enveloped in endless destructive radiance—Iskandar—finally spoke from its blurry humanoid silhouette entwined in light.
It was neither a thunderous roar nor a divine pronouncement.
The voice was calm, piercing through the roar of the energy clash, carrying an almost condescending, cold scrutiny, as if assessing an unexpectedly discovered artifact.
"Noble Color?"
The gaze of that luminous figure seemed to pierce through the boiling turbulent flow of magical energy and fragments of space, landing precisely on Matou Ike's pupils, which were radiating magical energy and forcibly distorting space.