Chapter 330: Deification Magic, Lord Ravager
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Allen's spear thrust arrived in a flash.
"Aiden" reacted instantly, throwing his flaming sword up in a horizontal guard.
But the terrifying impact, backed by the sheer, unadulterated fury of the Fastest in the City, turned him into a cannonball the moment they connected. He was blown backward violently, shattering several thick stone pillars before finally disappearing into a dense cloud of dust.
And they weren't done yet.
When it came to holding a grudge against the "Aiden" who had killed their comrades, the High Elf Princess Riveria was second to none.
The very second Bete and the others had launched their assault, her elegant, highly complex incantation had already begun in secret.
Now, as the final syllable left her lips, the flames of vengeance descended.
"Rea Laevateinn!"
Scorching pillars of fire erupted toward the sky like colossal hands reaching up from hell.
The ground melted instantaneously, transforming into a bubbling sea of crimson magma that completely and utterly blanketed the entire area where "Aiden" had crashed.
Right on her heels, Lefiya's own incantation, fueled by equal resolve, reached its climax.
"Fusillade Fallarica!"
Blazing meteors rained down from the heavens like divine judgment. Perfectly synced with Riveria's magic, the bombardment turned the entire zone into a literal, all-consuming inferno straight out of the underworld.
"That... that's got to be it, right?"
Lefiya stared unblinkingly at the scorched earth utterly devastated by the two great mages, her delicate face still carrying traces of tension and anxiety.
"It won't end that easily."
Standing beside her, Aiden slowly shook his head. Riveria and Lefiya's magic was undeniably powerful, but if he asked himself whether he could survive that? The answer was yes.
Therefore, a clone possessing his exact skills and magic would undoubtedly survive it too.
Furthermore, he hadn't even used his ultimate trump card yet. The clone inevitably had access to it as well.
"The real trouble starts now."
As the words left his mouth, he willed his weapon into existence. The greatsword forged from magma and starlight, adorned with crimson and dark gold veins—the Godslayer: Surtr—manifested in his grasp.
Hearing Aiden's grim warning, both Hedin's and Finn's expressions changed drastically.
If anyone understood that clone better than anyone else, it was undeniably his "template," Aiden himself.
If he said it wasn't over... then it definitely wasn't over.
And then, they heard it.
From the center of that roaring, steel-melting magma field, a clear, frigid, utterly emotionless incantation pierced through the roar of the flames, echoing clearly in everyone's ears.
"—Ignite the dawn—with a newborn blazing sun, tear through the sky, and grant unto you the light that burns all stars to ashes."
With those words, the all-consuming sea of fire seemed to take on a life of its own, physically parting to the sides.
Standing quietly in the dead center of the boiling magma and roaring flames was the white-haired "Aiden."
A flame abruptly ignited from his chest.
It was a white flame.
As pure as newly fallen snow, yet as fiercely blinding as the dawn of creation.
His white hair began to catch fire—not burning into ash, but transforming into light. It shifted into a brilliant, white-gold radiance that shared the exact same origin as the flame.
"Stop him!"
A tearing, agonizing pain erupted from Finn's thumb. He practically roared the command.
Allen, Bete, Tiona, Tione—the four heavy hitters didn't hesitate for a microsecond. They charged.
But even while chanting, the "Aiden" in the flames apathetically raised his burning greatsword and swung it with casual indifference.
Streaks of red-gold slashes fanned out like a woven net, instantly sealing off every single avenue of approach.
"—I am the blazing sun that will eventually rise, burning everything to ashes until the very end."
His blue eyes shifted.
They were no longer the color of burning flames; they became the flame itself.
His pupils dissolved, his irises dissolved. All that remained were two pools of pure, inorganic white light burning silently within the hollows of his eyes.
His body slowly began to levitate, floating three inches off the ground.
Golden flames—no, an even purer, infinitely more divine white-gold fire—seeped from every pore of his skin, encasing him entirely like a burning, humanoid statue.
Allen and the others finally broke through the net of slashes and reached him.
But the searing, absolute extremity of the heat made simply drawing breath an agonizing chore. The sweat on their foreheads was instantly vaporized the moment it appeared.
"—Beyond choice, beyond survival. Forging armor from dying embers, wielding a blade of sparks, bearing the wounds of ten thousand generations with a solitary, unbroken vessel. In this moment, the ideals of the masses converge into a single, ultimate vow. Step forward, for this is the name of salvation."
The temperature began to skyrocket at a horrifying pace.
The surrounding rock completely liquefied. The air itself shrieked as it burned, and even space seemed to visibly warp under the catastrophic heat.
Allen thrust his spear with everything he had; Tiona leapt high into the air and brought her massive blade crashing down.
Yet their attacks were effortlessly deflected by two casual slashes.
"—Cross the long night, shatter illusions, cleanse chaos, and sever disasters. A mortal body bearing the mandate of heaven, the heart's fire illuminating the eight directions."
"Aiden" slowly raised his head.
Endless white-gold flames converged madly behind his back, slowly, irreversibly taking shape...
It was a sun.
A roaring, burning sun forged from pure, sacred, and entirely apocalyptic fire.
"—This is the Moment of Deification."
In a single instant, the flames detonated.
It was no longer just combustion; it was an all-consuming tsunami of white-gold light.
He was no longer just a clone of the adventurer Aiden.
He was the blazing sun that would burn away all things.
He was the incarnation of the apocalypse.
He was—the Lord Ravager.
White-gold flames burned with unhinged fury around him. The ground beneath his feet completely liquefied. The air itself ignited the moment he exhaled.
The terrifying, absolute extremity of the heat and the fiery shockwave hit like a point-blank nuclear detonation, unleashing a peerlessly violent hurricane of pressure.
Allen, Bete, Tiona, Tione... the figures that had charged in with such overwhelming momentum just moments prior were now treated like dead leaves in a hurricane, instantly blasted away by the apocalyptic force.
Every single one of them was left with gruesome, terrifying burns. Even their weapons showed signs of beginning to melt, a horrifying testament to the sheer, ungodly temperature of the flames.
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