Throne of Magical Arcana

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

In the City in the Sky, on the thirty-third floor of the Allyn magic tower…

After receiving the report of Hull-Chulia, the Monarch of Fate, Hellen directly activated the dark red magic circle in a corner of her desk. The lines on the circle zigzagged like earthworms.

Dark red glowed out, and the usual merry and delightful voice of Prospell, the tower guard of the Allyn magic tower, became low and solemn. “Emergence Plan C has been activated. Contacting all demiplanes…”

Two seconds later, a dark red curtain of light was unfolded around Hellen into fifteen pictures. There was a land that was different from the real world, a kingdom where electricity and magnetism raged, a garden that was glowing and dimming like a human’s heart, and a vast and bright universe.

“Not counting the few Excellencies who are out on missions, fifteen demiplanes have opened and responded,” Prospell said in an equally solemn voice.

Her face in peace, Hellen said briefly, “The Will of Abyss attempts to arrive at the northland. There’s still time to stop. I suggest that at least three grand arcanists come with me.”

Such a suggestion was to avoid accidents. Even if they were trapped or could not stop the arrival of the Will of Abyss, they would still be strong enough to flee. It had to be noted that the Will of Abyss remained a demigod however wounded he was. He could kill anyone below level three of legendary instantly.

If he were in perfect condition, Hellen wouldn’t have suggested for the grand arcanists to go but simply asked the top legends to go. With unusual spells or equipment, there was still hope for level-three legends to escape from a demigod. However, it was still rather risky. Who would ever try that unless it was absolutely necessary?

Furthermore, as the legend behind the Cabin of Palmeira, Hellen Paris did not back off but announced that she was willing to handle it in person. After all, if the de facto ruler of the northland was unwilling to take the risks, the other grand arcanists would certainly have to consider if they should go.

Hellen’s decisiveness prevented the possible debate of responsibility in the emergency meeting of the Highest Council. Douglas said peacefully, “Since the enemy is the Will of Abyss, we need at least two top legends. Also, I fear that there are schemes behind the abrupt incident. So, Fernando, Hathaway, Hellen, and I will go to the northland to stop him, Brook and Hathaway will replace Hellen to watch over Allyn, and the rest of you will stay where you are on alert. Keep in touch with each other.”

“Alright.” Lucien did not hesitate, and Fernando had already reached Hellen’s library. He had always been impatient.

Because the north coastline was far away from Allyn, the transmission magic circle was faster than space jump. Therefore, Douglas, Lucien, and the other reinforcements were directly teleported to the branch of the Congress of Magic in Kasvig.

On the top of the Tower…

Bergner looked at the darkening sky and thought to himself, Does the meteor shower tonight indicate anything?

The meteor shower landed into the depths of the Boundless Ocean, so Bergner did not pay much attention to the horoscope at the beginning. He threw it away after interpreting the symbolic meaning behind it for a while. However, now that he recalled it again, he felt that his heart was somewhat uneasy.

……

The Burning Lady had a very female name, “Elaine”. She looked as gorgeous as a rose, but after she put on the armor that seemed to be made of rose petals and picked up the fiery short swords, all her frailty and femininity were gone. She was like a bouncing fire that released the scorch that could keep anybody away. Nobody could look at him in the eyes.

“The air of chaos is still increasing. It means that the Will of Abyss hasn’t really arrived. There’s still time for us to stop him. We cannot wait for and depend on the reinforcements from Allyn. Perhaps the opportunities will be gone while we wait. I do not wish to see my hometown turning into an abyss of chaos and blood.” She and Hull-Chulia had already approached the old-growth forest.

Since the distance was not long, the space transfer and rapid travel that the legendary knights’ talents brought were as fast as the legendary sorcerers’ demiplane jumps.

She made the speech mainly to express her determination. In terms of protecting their homeland, legendary knights were much firmer than legendary sorcerers, because it was their creed.

The Monarch of Fate had a hairstyle that looked like the rolling clouds in the sky. He was slightly fat and looked rather friendly. Smiling, he said, “It’s been a long time, but he hasn’t entirely arrived yet. It seems that the Will of Abyss has chosen a not-so-brilliant way that is a major contrast to his attempt in Rentato.”

In the battle of Rentato, thanks to the blood sacrifice after Paradise on Earth was destroyed, the Will of Abyss was able to arrive completely in a very short time, not giving Benedict II any opportunity to react. His arrival this time, on the other hand, had taken almost three times longer than last time, and it seemed that he hadn’t finished half of the process yet. It was clear that he had chosen a relatively underdeveloped and unpowerful approach.

Hull-Chulia was not very suspicious about that. If the Will of Abyss knew how to weigh the pros and cons, choose the timing cautiously, and take action only after he had recovered, he would be no “Will of Abyss” but “Lord of Hell”!

Hull-Chulia did not bother to consider why he would take such an approach at all. If he could guess it, he would’ve suspected that he had been contaminated by the air of abyss and lost the wisdom and rationality that he had always been proud of. It was impossible for a normal person to understand the abyss.

At the center of the forest, a cluster of darkness that was as black as ink covered the land. All the trees in the range had been contaminated by the disgusting and unbelievable blackness. Red eyes were opened on the trunks, and the branches were as active as tentacles.

“A forest of monsters…” the Burning Lady remarked with her impression. Then, she noticed a bloody gate at the darkest place. On the gate was the patterns that were enough to dizzy even a legend.

Around the bloody gate, a pale and crimson fire was rising unpredictably and could not fully take shape.

“Not bad. We can avoid the tragedy if we can destroy the Portal to Alternate Realm that can allow the demigod to arrive while it hasn’t been built yet.” Hardly had the Monarch of Fate’s voice died down when an evil and chaotic roar burst out behind the gate.

Hooooooo!

Crack, crack, crack.

Hull-Chulia’s passive spells were triggered. Clouds with flashing lightning surrounded him and stabilized him who almost fell from the sky.

The Burning Lady dropped almost ten meters before she managed to stop. So much fire bounced out of her body that she looked like a real flame element.

Drops of fire landed from her body onto the ground, igniting the darkness and the trees. She had obviously been hurt.

Hull-Chulia and she looked at each other in shock. Was it the power of demigods? They had been wounded by a chaotic roar even though the enemy had not completely arrived? If he did arrive, would they lose their mind and become Demon Lords?

Having been through many battles, the two of them held back their fear. One of them began to cast legendary spells, and the other turned into a fire that burnt everything around them. The fire enveloped the bloody gate and made it burn in cracking noises.

A few thick black tentacles suddenly extended from the underground world and whipped at the fire. They were surrounded by the corrupt and chaotic black air.

However, Hull-Chulia’s esoteric spell echoed at the best moment. A wind rose in the forest. The air masses in both high and low pressure created a tempest and resulted in glittering bolts of lightning.

Crack.

The tentacles were destroyed, and the soil was plucked, revealing the monster inside the cave. He had absolutely no sign of a human being right now. There was nothing but protruding lumps, wriggling tentacles, and countless eyes on his body.

BOOM!

The clouds were tightened, and the monster whose soul and life had been “sublimed” was obliterated in the lightning.

Hooooooo!

The extremely chaotic and foul roar echoed like a spell behind the bloody gate. Fire immediately surged out, blowing the Burning Lady back to midair and reducing her to her original appearance. She couldn’t have looked paler.

Right when she gnashed her teeth and was ready to charge forward again, she heard a gentle voice.

“Paradise of Stars!”

A weirdly-shaped celestial globe flew to the top of the bloody gate. Brilliant and pure light drifted out like the dust of stars, and a deep and dark cosmos arrived, enshrouding the whole area.

In the infinite coldness, the bright stars were joined into different magic circles according to the horoscope. The wriggling darkness stopped, and the trees full of eyes and lumps withered. The roars that came from behind the bloody gate were suppressed to the minimum.

“The Emperor of Arcana has come…” The Burning Lady was greatly relieved. She knew that Douglas and the reinforcements of the Congress of Magic had arrived. It was certainly impossible for the Will of Abyss, who hadn’t completely arrived, to fight a top legend who was closest to a demigod from a different realm. Whatever his purpose was, he was destined to fail.

When her concerns were gone, she heard another gentle voice.

“Snow Goddess’ Forgiveness!”

A transparent pillar of light brushed past her eyes. Thanks to the help of “Paradise of Stars”, it hit the bloody gate that was mired in pale and crimson flames.

Electric currents and lasers that were barely visible for the naked eye appeared, constructing a web of snow and ice whose grids were too dense to be seen. The air within the web was frozen, the trees were frozen, the burning pale and crimson fire was frozen, and so was the bloody gate. Everything was reduced to the lifeless coldness and darkness.

Witnessing the scene, the Burning Lady and the Monarch of Fate felt that their eyes were frozen, too. The extreme, unparalleled coldness made them shiver from the bottom of their hearts.

“Lucien Evans has such a terrifying snow spell?”

Hellen slowed down the casting of her spell. She looked at the area that had been caught in a frighteningly low temperature with the passion that she only had when she studied arcana and magic.

……

Outside of the orbit of the planet, an ivory holy light slowly glowed, and Benedict III appeared in the dark vacuum.

He raised his platinum staff high. Looking at the enormous remnants that were running at him, he spoke mercifully and pitifully, “When the world is dirty and filthy, you will cleanse everything with your fury!”

In the airless universe, his voice spread out in weird ways.

Those meteorites came to a halt miraculously. Then, they turned their direction and left a burning, bright path in the atmosphere. Their remains collapsed toward Allyn like a torrential storm!