Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 911 - 846: The King of the World

The four Holy Swords formed a cross behind him, and behind the Angel, the Guardian Legion managed by the Fire Bath wielded the Light Blade. With the return of the Leader of Light, the group’s morale surged to a new level, flames burned on the black mud, and the Paladins bathed in light flames awaited the command.

On the other side, black wings were bound by chains, the other end of the chains reaching into the deep Star Domain. Shadows climbed the bandage-wrapped form, as [Revenge] whispered in the Angel’s ear, igniting the Fallen Angel’s wrath with the valor of the dead.

High up in the light, facing the lonely god, standing behind the armor, one could feel a sense of security.

Angels and legions, dragons and Dragon Priests, Liches and various races confronted the creator of evil, a flamboyant will that seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart.

"Evil God, face your end!"

Triton’s severed limb regrew tentacles that delved into the black mud and gray clouds. That huge evil eye watched everyone, the eyelidless sphere showing little emotion, appearing unfazed, only cold and arrogant.

[Do you think you’ve won]

[Raymond is an unstable variable, a wavering pawn that cannot guide the end]

[I envy his foreign identity, unconcerned with the world’s rules, rising arbitrarily to the Divine Boundary]

[Unlike me, I can only appear at the junction of eras, during destruction and rebirth, to align with destiny]

A profound unease swept over every heart. At that moment, both the living and necromancers felt a chill in their bodies. The evil god’s already formidable pressure continued to increase. Triton seemed unchanged, but now a direct gaze at Him felt like a chokehold on the throat.

[I am the origin, I am the end]

[I am one of the first, proliferating thousands of you]

[You are fortunate to witness the embodiment of Holy Light]

[Now, suppress the trepidation in your hearts]

[Mortals, come to witness the world itself]

The black mud flowed back into Triton’s divine body, the black tide covering the entire planet reversed, returning to the divine body within a few breaths. The compressed black mud manifested absolute darkness, a darkness nurturing before living beings came into the world, before the first breath of air, silence before existence. The process reversed, darkness transformed into void.

A new concept, understood by all the moment they perceived it, was born.

Concept [World].

Corresponding to the creator of the original canon, the Tenth Tier incarnation, the world’s end recorder.

Concept [World], encompassing all knowledge, all spells, all abilities, all races, all souls. To govern [World], It records all the information gathered by the black mud.

[You think the black mud is the bed for overturning the old world and birthing new life. But in fact, my Divine Realm also possesses the ability to collect information on life races. The knowledge of the evil god is the source of all laws but the thousands of iterated techniques have long diverged radically from the knowledge of the evil god. Now, I have grasped the initial origin and the endpoint of the countless arts you represent.]

Triton’s eye moved, looking towards Raymond.

[Moreover, the corruption dominated your body for so long that my [World] has recorded your Holy Light. Without needing the origin, one can still enjoy the results and incorporate unexpected variables into the scheme.]

[Mortals, opposing me is opposing the world.]

This was Triton’s meticulously prepared trump card. Unmoved during the coalition forces’ march, unmoved during the Liches’ resistance against the Angels, unmoved during the suppression of corruption by Broken Angels, unmoved when the Angel of Light broke free from corruption. Because Triton was nurturing [World], the embodiment of the world itself, the replica of all.

This meant the coalition forces struggled to regain all their strength with a scheme, and Triton now obtained synchronized growth, the full power of one world.

A Lich snorted coldly, displaying no particular despondency in the face of this new crisis.

"Isn’t it just me fighting myself? I don’t think I’ll lose."

"Exactly! If I meet a copy of myself, I’ll surely punch its face hard!"

The others echoed, and their self-confidence, as the original, made them not fear losing against a perfect replica of themselves. They shouted, and their morale was scarcely affected. Only when voices waned did they realize that the leading commanders and sages had grave expressions, indicating that [World] might not be as simple as they thought.

Watching the Crusaders’ leader still giving no order to attack, a dwarf quietly asked the Red Dragon Warlord beside him.

"Why haven’t we started the fight yet?"

The older dwarf answered indirectly.

"That elusive power has recorded all our identities and abilities. What kind of thing records our information? Something similar."

The dwarf scratched his dirty beard, "Uh...census record?"

"That’s for a small squad. Recording a race, we call it history; recording a world, that’s an epic. Recording everyone’s epic."

"Well, that’s nice. I’m part of an epic now."

The Red Dragon Warlord glared at him, making the dwarf warrior fall silent.

"An epic records the dead."

Triton looked at the inactive Raymond.

[Excellent intuition, but this changes nothing]

Under Triton’s power, [World] changed. A thick book manifested from the concept, and as pages turned, every person could perceive their existence from those incomprehensible characters. Then, Triton tore a page from it.

[Lich XXX disappears from [World]]

[Elf XXX disappears from [World]] 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

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Similar information appeared in everyone’s mind, prompting those familiar with these individuals to look towards their positions.

Confused expressions turned into fragments and vanished. A flash of white light, they disappeared, leaving nothing behind, simply because Triton moved a finger.

Powerless to resist, their fate was like characters in a book being whimsically altered and erased by an author, pages disappearing, and with them the corresponding lives.

"Help me!" "I don’t want to disappear like this!" "Commander!" "Dear!" "My child!"

They screamed, throwing themselves at the empty dust. The information of life vanishing appeared directly in their minds, and no amount of sorrow washing over their spirit could break free. In the presence of a god, they were as playthings.

[Look what I’ve discovered? George Edmund.]

The angel’s expression tightened, hurriedly turning to the dark bandaged man.

Rip...

The page, just torn slightly, got stuck.

The body of the Void Angel began to distort, yet the chains binding it remained immobile, as the void will behind those chains absolutely refused to allow its possession to vanish, entering a stalemate with the concept [World].

[All right, it will take some time, and time holds no meaning for me.]

"Guardian Legion! Now!" Before He tore another page, stop Him! Raphael yelled in his heart, his hands already gripping the great sword, unable to resist attacking.

Raymond held down Raphael, forcibly restraining him in the Angel of Earth’s confusion.

"Why! George is already on the brink of death! Leader!"

Triton, the observer of the world, provided the answer.

[I am [World], and any intention to attack me translates to an attack on [World]. You constitute [World], and to attack [World] is to abandon yourself. In other words, the attacker willingly forfeits their place in [World], disappearing from [World].]

Triton was removing lives by tearing the book, and stopping Him from tearing the book meant they themselves would be erased. Not stopping the tearing meant eventual erasure.

Raphael lowered his sword, his unease swiftly transmitted through the group mind. In the coalition forces’ despair, that man stepped forward.

The Leader of Light, Raymond Mellock met the hopeful gazes of everyone and began to act.

"I’m sorry, for the trouble caused by our Paladins’ indecisiveness."

"Speaking of which, you saved me and my brothers, and I have yet to thank you, a neglect of chivalry. Now, please allow me to express my gratitude."

The unrelated act of gratitude left everyone’s spirits waning, but the Angel of Light persisted regardless, his actions unceasing. His light was condensing, and he transformed into a massive ball of light.

"I, Raymond Mellock, proclaim myself as King of the Crusaders."

He solemnly declared, his words resounding through the heavens and earth. Pope Atlark, holding the staff, showed a weary but gratified smile. Above his head, tiny specks of light suddenly burst in radiance. An immaculate Golden Crown, with brilliant and sacred brilliance, appeared before the Supreme Angel of Light.

Holy Light·Crown of Humanity.

The sanctity gathered before Raymond, the rhythm of light aligned with Raymond’s Holy Light, as if telling the world he was the perfect Chosen King.

The Paladins, witnessing this holy scene, felt their unease instantly swept away, their hearts filled with expectation, the light of hope resurfacing.

This was not the end yet.

The King of the Crusaders continued.

"I, Raymond Mellock, proclaim myself as King of the Liches."

"Raymond! You damn!" The dean lashed out, Andrey liches infuriated, clearly more dark emotions. In the liches’ eyes, this bastard who couldn’t write a single thesis was causing their bodies to burn restless, stealing their knowledge.

Only one thing rejoiced.

Andrei’s Crown of the Lich.

Magic power intertwined with the aura of death, transforming into pure magic, finally transforming into a pure golden halo. This knowledgeable and cunning crown even cleverly borrowed the style of the nearby Holy Light·Crown of Humanity and added adornments that made it appear even more majestic and imposing.

The regal crown in the holy halo.

Seemingly sacred and solemn crown.

Two legendary crowns appeared in the hand of one person.

The Dual-Crowned King, the Chosen King, the King of the Era.

Raymond Mellock was about to embrace his crowns in this dire moment.