Throne of Magical Arcana

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“What are you talking about?” The monster did not attack after it stopped laughing but looked at Lucien solemnly.

Lucien pushed his monocle and said, “Mecantron, the Angel King, is an incarnation of Thanos, and the six seraphs are made from six legendary sorcerers at the beginning. Based on all the clues, we can conclude that the mastermind behind the curtain is Viken, the Sovereign of Disasters, who was the first to go missing.”

‘King of Calamities’ was both Viken’s legendary class and his nickname, meaning that he caused disasters to the world, life and people.

“And?” The monster seemed really interested in Lucien’s deduction.

“Since the platinum staff, an important item that Thanos left behind, is in the hands of the pope instead of the Realm of Gates, it suggests that somebody did leave this place with the platinum staff that can master the power of Mountain Paradise.” Rhine helped Lucien go on.

Lucien nodded. “Therefore, without other clues, we may consider the pope as the schemer Viken. However, there is a paradox in our deduction.”

“Oh, what is it?” The monster asked very cooperatively, showing no sign of launching an attack.

“As the victor at the beginning who crafted six legendary sorcerers into seraphs, he was actually betrayed by the Angel King and Sard. What does it indicate? It indicates that he could not control Mountain Paradise and the Realm of Gates effectively.” Lucien had no doubt that Viken was an out-and-out demigod now.

“Viken lost control over Mountain Paradise when the situation was entirely manipulated by him, which means that something else had happened back then, and that a certain being here which was strong enough to resist him prevented him from coming to the Realm of Gates often. However, if he didn’t come often, his control over the Angel King and the seraphs would be gradually weakened. Also, the being that resisted him would surely try to influence the Angel King. As a result, betrayals were inevitable.”

Lucien talked casually, as if he were not in a life-and-death battlefield but on a podium giving a speech.

“Are you implying the existence of the World of Souls?” The monster chuckled.

Lucien looked at the monster with a smile. No. Waiting for his resurrection and return in the pathway of immortality, he was obviously unable to shoulder such an important responsibility. I was talking about you. It was you who scared Viken, making him dare not to come to the Realm of Gates often.”

Before the monster replied, Lucien raised his left hand despite Rhine’s surprise and pointed at the monster. “If it weren’t for you, why would the paper scraps, puppet parts, magic notebooks and experiment logs been kept intact without being destroyed by Viken?”

“If it weren’t for you, why would we have run into so many clues so easily and coincidentally?”

“If it weren’t for you, why would Sard have happened upon the Angel King?”

“If it weren’t for you, why could he have left the Realm of Gates safe and sound?”

“If it weren’t for you, where would the mysterious piece inside Sard have been from? Why would he have intentionally directed us to this place, allowing us to watch the magic circle?”

“If it weren’t for you, why would you have wasted so much time talking, giving us the chance to escape, in our previous battles?”

One coincidence was acceptable, but there must be other reasons if there were too many of them!

Rhine realized what was going on and looked at the monster. “You did that in order to reveal Viken’s real face and look for helpers to deal with him?”

The monster fell into unusual silence and did not talk.

Lucien looked at the monster solemnly. “I don’t think you are guarding the Realm of Gates willingly. In fact, you are controlled by Viken and implanted with many restraints. That’s why you cannot leave and why you need external help.”

“I think the experiment did not go wrong when Mr. Maskelyne and his partners created you with ghosts. In fact, it was Viken who tricked them with the devil transformation methods that he inherited from the Sun King. So, you had to follow his instruction after you were born and help him capture the other six legendary sorcerers.”

“I think you would’ve been another method of resurrection that Thanos left behind if Viken hadn’t seen through it. That’s why you are a demigod-level being and why you could ‘help’ Sard to perform God’s Arrival!”

“I think that Viken’s restraints must’ve been flawed since you are also a demigod. That’s how you got out of his control when he left the Realm of Gates to develop the Saint Truth. However, the restraints do exist, forcing you to kill every creature that enters the Realm of Gates and forbidding you from telling everything to us. That’s why you remind us in different ways and give us a way of survival by useless talks.”

Staring at the monster, Lucien declared, his words shooting like cannonballs:

“I think that the battle in Thanos’ laboratory was between Viken and you. You didn’t fail, and he didn’t win. You got to preserve part of the experiment logs!”

“That’s why Mr. Maskelyne and McLeod were reminded by you in the end and recognized who the real culprit was. That’s why he told me that the enemy we think may turn out to be our best ally!”

“Am I right, Mr. Monster?”

After a brief silence, the monster suddenly chuckled, “You’re wrong in some parts. For example, until you found Thanos’ laboratory and identified Viken, I could only demonstrate the strength one or half a level higher than the target’s, or I would lose the ability or memory retrieval and mimicry. That’s a natural limit.”

“So, you have admitted the rest of my theory, Mr. Monster?” Lucien smiled.

The monster laughed, “You are very smart, but it’s a pity that I still have to kill you.”

The monster didn’t really have a choice.

As if he did not hear his death sentence, Lucien said casually and gracefully, “It’s alright. You don’t need to kill me. I’ll die on my own.”

“Will you?” The monster sounded rather strange.

Lucien pressed his chest with his right hand and bowed again as a gentleman.

“I won’t waste your time, Mr. Monster?”

As he spoke, he stretched his arms into a human-shaped cross. His suit was unbuttoned, and the thin chain of his watch extended all the way to the pocket of his waistcoat.

Then, he fell backwards, his hair dancing crazily in the wind.

Behind Lucien was the gigantic pit full of magic patterns, and the destination of his free-fall was the center of the bottom of the pity!

Suddenly, a cluster of black bats flew over and pulled Lucien. Rhine had finally understood what Lucien was trying to do.

Surrounded by the countless bats like a cloud, Lucien fell to the center of the magic circle with his arms opened.

“Mr. Monster, I wonder how should I call you?” The patterns in the magic circle around Lucien glittered one after another, and he asked the final question.

As it watched Lucien fall backwards, the monster put on a smile of satisfaction, its face getting clearer and clearer.

Then, he looked at Lucien who lied at the bottom of the pit. His appearance became entirely clear inside Lucien’s monocle. He was a gloomy-looking old man with grey hair.

“A long time ago, my name was also Viken…”

What? Lucien looked at him in surprise. Suddenly, the broken puppet occurred to him.

The magic pattern was entirely illuminated. The monotonous, silence black, white and grey and the clear, flourishing ivory power surged and gathered again. Death and life, evil and holiness, darkness and light, they entangled Lucien and Rhine weirdly.

……

Inside a grey hall in the Realm of Gates, traces of destruction were everywhere. Even the wall and the black gates of several halls nearby were also ruined. Liquids were dripping out and repairing them.

“This ‘Realm of Gates’ is alive?” Fernando looked around and said in surprise.

Douglas also observed the wall and the gate in curiosity. “Why is the Realm of Gates alive? What exactly is such a life form?”

“Stop asking questions. Let’s track the Angel King. It’s not easy to wound him so heavily. We cannot let go of the opportunity. After we catch him, we will know why he appeared in the World of Souls and the Realm of Gates.” Fernando urged him. If they could learn the secrets about the Realm of Gates from the Angel King, it would help them to locate Lucien.

Douglas moved his eyes back and said solemnly, “Alright.”

Just now, they entered deep into the Realm of Gates by tracing the Angel King and caught up to him in this grey hall. Joining their hands, they heavily wounded the Angel King who hadn’t reached the influence of Mountain Paradise yet. If it weren’t for the powerful ‘God’s Guard’, Mecantron could’ve barely escaped. After all, Douglas was on his way to becoming a demigod, and the two of them were well prepared for the attack.

The prepared sorcerers were always the most terrible enemy!

……

Inside one grey hall, seeing that he had gotten rid of his pursuers, Mecantron stopped and planned to stabilize his wounds with the divine power.

Many feathers on the thirty-six wings on his back had fallen. Gold blood was all over his lips. Obvious and devastating wounds were everywhere on his body. Even the recovery ability of the Angel King could not heal them immediately. He had apparently been hurt deeply.

“I’ll let you know my wrath after I enter the influence of Mountain Paradise!” The Angel King gnashed his teeth. His strength would be half a level higher when he was around Mountain Paradise, and the enhancement did not have a time limit.

Just when he performed the divine power, his face was suddenly twisted. His gold pupils were now bright and now dim. Holding his head tightly, he cried, “Who is it? Who’s projecting into my body?”

He was surrounded by holy light, as he tried to resist the unknown attacker who was attempting to occupy his body.

A solemn and grave voice echoed. “It’s not easy to wait for an opportunity so that you can be wounded again. You may call me Rudolf II, or Thanos, my previous name!”

“What?” Mecantron was totally surprised. He immediately lost control of his mind. After brief chaos, his gold pupils became clear again, and the wounds on his body were quickly healed.

Shaking his head and getting used to his body, ‘Mecantron’ sneered, “Who would’ve written the real method of resurrection on a notebook? I only had to grope for the path of advancement again because of my incomplete memories, or I wouldn’t have waited for such a long time at all.”