PDLP Chapter 53 [Three Kings Stand Alone, Only Promotion Matters]
Chapter 53 [Three Kings Stand Alone, Only Promotion Matters]
Lynch and the Black Tide Monarch simultaneously locked their gazes on the phantom formed by arcane radiance.
The former gripped the battle axe tightly, his muscles tense.
The black tide power on the latter's body surface began to surge restlessly.
"Who are you?" The Black Tide Monarch simply asked the question.
"A spectator is also someone who comes to take my share of the spoils."
Thea's phantom tilted its head slightly, its gaze sweeping over Lynch's battle axe and the Black Tide Monarch's totem pole.
"I suggest that before the three of us determine a winner, we each take the 'gift' bestowed by this shooting star. What do you think?"
Her words were clear and to the point: "This place is very unstable, and I cannot guarantee how long it can last."
After these words were spoken, an eerie silence fell over the room.
Thea's goal was the space where the laws of the universe were distorted by the impact, and she saw in it her own ladder to a higher level.
The Black Tide Monarch's target was the deep pit that was still bubbling with primal energy; the pure aura of life and death caused the Black Tide within him to emit a thirsty howl.
Lin Qi's target was that huge piece of extraterrestrial black iron. The trembling of the mysterious battle axe in his hand had already told him that it was the only opportunity for it to evolve and for him to become stronger.
The three people's goals are not directly conflicting.
A subtle, unspoken understanding formed among the three enlighteners.
—First, seize what you need.
Then we'll decide who the ultimate winner of this grand feast is.
"A wise choice." The Black Tide Monarch sneered, becoming the first to suppress his hostility.
Lin Qi nodded silently, which was considered as his acceptance of the temporary agreement.
The Black Tide Monarch charged straight toward the deep pit that radiated primal energy.
Lin Qi then charged toward the mountain-sized piece of celestial iron.
Thea's arcane phantom dissipated on the spot, transforming into billions of basic magical particles that analyzed the turbulence in the world's laws caused by her existence.
Lynch arrived at his destination.
Experiencing this piece of celestial iron up close, it seems as if it has existed since time immemorial.
"You're the one!" Lin Qi poured all his will into the battle axe in his hand.
He thrust the battle axe, which held the glory of the past, into the surface of the celestial black iron.
"Clang—!" The blade of the battle axe successfully pierced the surface of the black iron, but only penetrated a fraction of the flesh.
The recoil caused Lin Qi's hand to split open, bleeding profusely.
And for the first time, a slight curl appeared on the blade of his mysterious battle axe.
"Not enough...not enough!" Lin Qi got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed forward again.
His left hand held down the axe handle that was about to throw him off.
His right fist pounded on the end of the axe handle, punch after punch.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
With each punch, the battle axe penetrated deeper.
In Lynch's mind, countless pieces of knowledge about the structure of matter surged, shattered, and then reassembled.
He tried to deconstruct it, but his will was crushed the moment it entered.
Once, twice, a thousand times, ten thousand times...
Through countless failures and attempts, Lynch's consciousness gradually faded.
"Since it cannot be deconstructed..."
"Then...be it! Understand it!"
A fresh inspiration emerges from the depths of a soul on the verge of collapse.
He became a most devout apprentice, observing the most perfect masterpiece of a master craftsman.
He understood what "creation" meant.
The moment when will and black iron were completely synchronized.
Enlightenment permeated his very soul.
Forging is not simply hammering and shaping.
Forging is about understanding matter and applying rules.
Forging is about creating something from nothing, about going from one to ten thousand.
—The power to "forge all things" was acquired by Lynch.
The core essence of the Heavenly Black Iron flowed into Lin Qi's body through the axe.
The axe began to crumble and be reshaped.
The slender axe handle was shortened and thickened, while the heavy axe blade was lengthened and widened.
Ultimately, it was transformed into a massive warhammer with a more rugged and powerful design.
The surface of the warhammer was half burning with pale frost that seemed to freeze the soul, and the other half flowing with molten gold fire formed from dwarven runes.
Frost and fire, deconstruction and reforging—two forces achieve a perfect balance on the warhammer.
Lynch grasped the brand-new warhammer.
At this moment, he was no longer the orc Ger who was struggling to survive, nor was he the bewildered transmigrator Lynch.
He became the only new god in this world to wield the power of "forging and craftsmanship".
On the other side of the crater, as he completed his transformation.
The Black Tide Monarch has inserted that enormous Mother Nest Totem into the very core of that Plague Organization.
"boom--!"
The Black Tide Monarch felt that everything he had painstakingly accumulated was being taken away, but he did not resist.
They abandoned the pursuit of quantity and instead embraced a higher level of sublimation.
War is not about conquest.
War is for selection, for evolution, and for allowing life to burst forth with the most brilliant sparks in the most brutal confrontation.
The abyssal laws of eternal struggle are being reshaped within him.
His totem, composed of countless corpses, underwent a dramatic change.
All the flesh and tissue were stripped away, leaving only the purest, pale pillars made of the vertebrae of an unknown behemoth.
The pillars are engraved with countless microcosms of wars.
From the most primitive tribal conflicts to earth-shattering racial wars.
The scenes of countless wars have been transformed into the most sacred patterns on the totem.
The Black Tide Lord has erected a brand new totem pole.
In his eyes, two endlessly spinning, bottomless blood-red abysses appeared.
He became the master who held the power of "War and the Abyss".
At the highest point of the battlefield.
Lila and Valen are doing everything they can to maintain the teleportation array that spans the entire continent.
In the center of the magic circle, Thea's phantom had become extremely dim and unstable, as if it would dissipate at any moment.
"Speaker... I can't hold on much longer!" Valen's mana was the first to run out, and he knelt down on one knee.
Lila gritted her teeth and poured her last bit of spiritual energy into the magic circle.
Meanwhile, in the distant Arcane Sanctuary, Thea's true form sat cross-legged before the broken branch of the World Tree.
The comet impact tore a hole in the world.
The underlying rules of this world, which were usually kept tightly hidden, were laid bare before her.
Her spirit became one with the magical network of the entire world.
She saw how the elves' life magic communicated with nature, how the dwarves' runic power moved the earth, and even the most basic bloodline power behind the orcs' primitive totems.
All the myriad magic spells, in her eyes, shed their mysterious veil and became lines of basic symbols that could be interpreted and modified.
"Not enough, still a little short..."
Thea frowned; her deduction had stalled at the most crucial point.
Just then, the leaf messenger she had secretly sent out completed its mission.
As Lin Qi and the Black Tide Monarch ascended to godhood one after another, their new power, originating from the level of laws, reversed the rules of the entire world.
Like two giant stones thrown into a calm lake, the ripples caused a brief, yet fatal, loosening of the already fragile crack in the world.
It's now!
Thea seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Her will transformed into the sharpest needle, piercing through the final barrier of logic.
She entered the background of the world's rules.
[Permission Acquisition: Rule Writing]
A cold, languageless will resonated deep within her soul.
Inside the Arcane Temple, Thea opened her eyes.
The pale purple halo in her pupils had transformed into a constantly flowing waterfall of data composed of countless golden codes.
She became a true goddess of "magic and wisdom".