Throne of Magical Arcana

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

In the dirty and cold wind, the shape of a human was soon outlined. He had exactly the same look as Benedict III and was wearing a similar robe, except that the color of his clothes was pure black, and the crown above his head did not carry any sacredness but looked more like the extreme of corruption and pain.

He was holding a black staff in his hands that was mixed with the air of the God of Truth, and the reversed projection of the seven-floored Mountain Paradise floated behind his back. It looked like a pyramid with the tip pointed downward.

In the strange projection of Mountain Paradise, the creatures and the angels were not playing music, praising the god, or sharing joy. Instead, every floor displayed a different view.

On the topmost and the most spacious floor, holy spirits and angels were smiling at each other, but they were intentionally stretching out their arms and legs, blocking each other and even ambushing their companions from the back.

On the next floor, the angels and holy spirits seemed to be full of desires. With intense lust on their delicate faces, they were having sex everywhere.

On every floor, jealousy, arrogance, hate, and other different negative feelings corrupted the angels and holy spirits. Even the floor at the bottom was no exception. The infinite light looked like endless pain and desperation!

Monster Viken intentionally revealed his appearance, attire, and power in the exact opposite way that Pope Viken was showing, so that those who were smart enough could figure out a way to deal with Pope Viken!

Maltimus’ real body seemed to be always enshrouded in the invisible mist. Only the two sharp devilish horns and the crimson eyes could be clearly seen.

In the meantime, his eyes which carried vague mockery did not change at all, as if he had foreseen the arrival of Monster Viken. Also, he intentionally slowed down the destruction of the spherical magic circle and surrounded Monster Viken with the projection of hell. The smoking volcano and the soul-freezing plain were more and more real.

As long as they were not in the Realm of Gates, Maltimus wouldn’t be scared of “Monster Viken” at all. His features of primeval devils could not affect the Lord of Devils!

For Maltimus, it was a rarely-seen opportunity to fight with “Monster Viken”, which could help him find Pope Viken’s weakness or learn lessons to deal with him. So, it wouldn’t matter even if he was more or less slow. As far as he knew, the last step for Viken and Thanos to become a demigod took more than ten minutes. There wouldn’t be a problem as long as he disrupted the process before Lucien Evans’ complete success.

Hehe. Viken, who was fighting the Silver Moon in the sky, sensed Maltimus’ “sluggishness”. He did not have any good feelings about the big devil who was cunning and treacherous.

The black fire on the sword of the Silver Moon seemed to be burning everything. Every time it hit the Blessed Realm, the fire would be stuck to it and melt a few cracks on it, resulting in the collapse of the Blessed Realm.

“Light of Paradise!” Viken raised his platinum staff.

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Wu! Wu! Wu!

In the projection of Mountain Paradise behind Viken’s back, a seraph blew the horn in the paradise.

Wu! Wu! Wu!

The solemn and distant horn echoed in the sky, and the project of Mountain Paradise emitted a clear and brilliant light. Angels flew out of their illusionary incarnations and congregated into an overwhelming, sacred tide of holy light, which ran toward all directions and turned the whole sky into an ivory ocean.

In the ocean of holy light, the bright moon floated, and the brilliant light cut the waves.

Taking advantage of the brief window, Viken’s body suddenly became illusionary, as if it were about to spread out. Influenced by that, the body that Monster Viken turned into had the same dispersion.

Then, the projection of Mountain Paradise in the sky and the corrupt Mountain Paradise on the ground became magnets that attracted and approached each other. However, the spherical magic circle with which Lucien was trying to break into the demigod level was in between!

Squeak, squeak.

Due to the attraction of the two demigods that were of the same origin but opposite to each other, the spherical magic circle operated in much greater difficulties. The reaction that could’ve taken one minute would take two minutes now!

Pope Viken looked down at Monster Viken indifferently and coldly. I am the actual Viken, and you are just a “vine” that is attached to me. Do you think I cannot suppress you even though I cannot get rid of you?

After confirming that Lucien would hide in the World of Souls to complete the ritual, I already foresaw that you wouldn’t let go of the opportunity!

Now, it would take Lucien at least half an hour to complete the ritual. How long can your power that’s leaking from the Realm of Gates last?

As long as Monster Viken’s power was suppressed, the ground would be more and more like hell, and the extraction of the power of the World of Souls would be weaker and weaker. In no more than half an hour, the spherical magic circle would collapse on its own due to the lack of energy!

Maltimus intentionally held the generation of hell and continued attacking Monster Viken.

Monster Viken had to spare half of his attention to resist the influence of Pope Viken. Had it not been for the help of Fernando, it would’ve been barely possible for him to persist. Pope Viken in the sky, on the other hand, had plenty of uncanny divine powers and spells. While suppressing Monster Viken through their weird connection, he was not entirely on the losing side against the Silver Moon. He truly deserved to be the strongest demigod. Besides, he hadn’t performed God’s Arrival yet!

After he became a demigod through the power of faith, Viken no longer had a cognitive world, but he could indirectly cast spells through the power of his demiplane. After all, the magic models engraved in his soul were never gone.

After more than ten minutes, even though the Lord of Hell was not trying his best, Monster Viken was on the verge of collapse because he had to overcome the boundary of the Realm of Gates.

Suddenly, his gloomy and skinny face put on a mocking smile. “You were too careless. I’ve stalled you for such a long time!”

The voice echoed, breaking the solidification of the black, white, and gray.

Right when Maltimus had a bad feeling, Monster Viken suddenly crumbled into the air that was as dark as ink and descended. In the meantime, the Lord of Storm threw out a strange alchemical item that melted with the black air into a chaotic, upside-down gate.

On the gate, red and bloodthirsty eyes were popping out crazily, before the gate was opened after a boom. A monster that was randomly jumbled by countless pieces of meat, limbs, and eyes flew out.

It was the Will of Abyss!

Since it was the World of Souls, it was not as difficult for the Lord of Hell and the Will of Abyss to arrive. So, with part of his power as the sacrificial offering and the preparations that the Congress of Magic made in advance, Monster Viken summoned the Will of Abyss!

Since the Will of Abyss was an uncontrollable factor, they should be the one directing his arrival!

Monster Viken was merely a distraction and a trap to tempt Maltimus!

The mocking smile on the corners of Maltimus’ lips was frozen. Although the lunatic hadn’t fully recovered from his wounds, he was too insane to care about his own life. It was barely possible to beat him back in ten minutes!

Was he going to watch Lucien Evans reach the demigod level without being able to do anything?

Hardly had the Will of Abyss arrived when he smelled the most disgusting and annoying air of devils, so he simply shot out the disruptive rays toward Maltimus.

In the sky, Viken was angry. If Maltimus hadn’t been too selfish, Monster Viken would’ve been finished more than ten minutes ago. Even though he summoned the Will of Abyss, the additional time should’ve been enough to crush the subsequent attacks.

Instead of considering the things on the Lord of Hell’s side, he focused his attention on dealing with the Silver Moon and launching “divine punishments” on the spherical magic circle down below. It was a pity that Maltimus was stalled by the Will of Abyss and Fernando was spared. They resolved his attacks again and again.

On the other hand, since Monster Viken returned to the Realm of Gates, the pope did not need to devote part of his attention to affect him. So, he gradually suppressed the Silver Moon, but it was impossible for him to beat Alterna back any time soon.

Time went by. Seeing that the spherical magic circle down below was more and more condensed, as if a terrifying blast was being prepared inside, Pope Viken narrowed his eyes.

Then, he raised his platinum staff, and he seemed to be in a different world. Holy, superior, overwhelming, and hollow air spread out.

“You are one, and everyone.”

“You are the moment, and forever.”

“You are the creator, and master.”

The pious prayers and praises echoed from the mouths of the holy spirits and the angels. In the projection of Mountain Paradise behind Pope Viken’s back, layers of holy light were gathered into the infinite light on the seventh floor.

It was God’s Arrival!

Pope Viken had directly used God’s Arrival!

Viken put on a gentle and kind smile again. It’s both your wisdom and your weakness in letting the monster summon the Will of Abyss with part of his power. Now that his essence and power declined, it means that I am capable of performing “God’s Arrival” again, as long as my physical body pays a minor price!

His hair became white, and he waved his hands, bursting out all of the brilliance.