Chapter 673: Chapter 557: Olympiad Mathematical Theorems and the Battle of the Gods!
Accompanied by a resounding voice in the void, a phantom and dazzling silhouette appeared before everyone’s eyes, gradually solidifying into a human form.
Mulling over the low-dimensional projection he had conjured, Lynn snapped his fingers the moment his figure materialized.
The next moment, millions of undead besieging the royal city began to disintegrate on a microscopic level. Whether it was the numerous Screaming Demons, high-ranked banshees in spirit form, or those ferocious skeletal dragons, all were shattered back into their most basic particles and scattered into the void…
The terrifying might displayed by the simple gesture of destroying millions of undead made all the legendary figures present tremble in their hearts. Although they were confident they could have eradicated the undead army with proper preparations, they could not have done so as effortlessly and with zero collateral damage. The mastery Lynn showed over Energy Control Power alone astonished everyone.
What was most critical was that they had no understanding of how this attack was even launched!
However, to people like Harrov, amazement was one thing, but greater still was relief!
After enduring five long days of relentless attacks from the powerful undead army, leaving everyone exhausted in both mind and spirit, they had finally delayed long enough for Lynn to complete the ritual of deification!
Aurora immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly remembered the words of the “Great Lich” Cecil. Besides here, it seemed that other parts of the kingdom were also under attack by invading undead armies.
This was likely one of the conditions for the Lord of the Undead’s descent.
“Don’t worry, those undead that entered the kingdom have been taken care of by me,” said Lynn nonchalantly before anyone else could question him, and with his recent snap of the fingers causing such destruction, no one dared to question him!
As he spoke, Lynn reached out his hand again, ignoring the distance of space, and directly passed through Harrov’s Energy Body, extracting a peculiar speck of light from within him.
Harrov immediately felt control over his Energy Body restored, and couldn’t help feeling a lingering sense of fear in his heart.
“What exactly is this thing?” Harrov couldn’t resist asking.
“Just a spell capable of interfering with spiritual power’s manipulation of Magic Power,” Lynn assessed instantly, noting that it even touched upon high-dimensional aspects.
Should it be said as expected of a ninth-ring Spellcaster, the commander of this plane-invading war?
There really was some trick to it…
Only then did Lynn shift his gaze to the “Great Lich” Cecil.
The Soul Fire between the latter’s eyes flickered intensely, clearly not expecting the arrival of a True God, much less astonished by Lynn’s recent pronouncement.
The Moon Goddess Diana had died?
Cecil immediately felt the situation slipping out of his control. However, facing a newly ascended, unknown deity, he still tried to maintain the dignity of a ninth-ring legendary Wizard.
“Great god from another plane, I am the most loyal assistant and servant under the Lord of the Undead, sent here for an artifact of the Moon Goddess Diana. Now that the goddess has perished, perhaps we shouldn’t continue this fight…”
Cecil took a very humble stance, carefully choosing his words, as he knew all too well the difficulty of contending with a true deity with his own power.
Lynn didn’t rush to dispose of him right away, as he had many questions needing answers.
He harbored doubts about the words of that enigmatic crow from start to finish.
But now, Lynn was more curious about another matter and spoke with interest. “You wish to negotiate with me? Even after we’ve killed so many high-rank undead?”
Although he had been busy with the ascension ritual in recent days, his domain encompassed the entire continent, and he was well aware that in just five days, the legendary undead that had perished by their hands numbered more than seven, not to mention the countless high-rank undead and cannon fodder, easily exceeding ten million!
Such immense losses yet spoken of so lightly implied that the Lord of the Undead’s resources and depth were likely far beyond his expectations,
“I’m not the one negotiating with you, otherworldly deity!” Cecil said with utmost humility. “Only the great Lord of the Undead himself is qualified to confer with you!”
“To negotiate personally with the Lord of the Undead?” A mocking expression appeared on Lynn’s face; he was not so foolish as to agree to that, and he could naturally tell the other’s malicious intent.
Because that would mean he had to confront a god whose age and power were unknown.
Cecil couldn’t see the change in Lynn’s expression, but the scorn in his words made his heart sink; he understood that today, he would likely not escape his fate.
But his Soul’s Life Box was still in the hands of the Lord of the Undead, making it impossible for him to even contemplate betrayal…
“Who is the God of Life and Creation?” Lynn suddenly asked.
Cecil was noticeably taken aback, then his expression turned to one of surprise. “I hadn’t expected you to be aware of His Excellency…”
Lynn nodded. Since the so-called God of Life and Creation truly existed, the Star Messenger’s words could be somewhat believable.
“Then I’ll return this to you!” Suddenly, Lynn lifted his hand, and the light point in his palm instantly compressed to an extreme. His thumb and forefinger flicked, and the speck of light transformed into a streak of light that sped towards Cecil.