I ascend to the throne of God with arcane magic.

Chapter 811 The Fall of Bren

Beneath the dome of the Spiderheart Temple,

The dark gray spider web, like living vines, wrapped around the legendary mage Bren, forming a spider silk cocoon with a diameter of twenty meters.

The crystal lamps embedded in the walls of the temple cast a ghostly blue light, which reflected a dark red halo of spiderweb patterns on the surface of the spiderweb.

The entire space was filled with a pungent, sweet stench of blood and sulfur, both nauseating and deadlyly alluring.

Bren's body was wrapped in thousands of layers of spider silk into a cocoon, with only his face exposed.

His skin had a bluish-gray metallic sheen, spiderweb-like runes appeared on his forehead, and his eyes shone with a clashing aura of dark blue magical fire and black-red abyssal power.

The protective barrier flowed across his body like liquid mercury, and each ripple of magic caused the spiderwebs on his body to tremble violently.

The tiny spiders clinging to the silk were slowly crawling on Bren's body, their sharp limbs tearing off tiny fragments of magic from him as they cut through the silk.

As soon as these azure fragments fell off, they were contaminated by the foul aura, turning into black and red specks that seeped into Brun's body, forming spiderweb-like burn marks on his skin.

The power of the abyss meandered and rose along the spiderweb patterns, like a venomous snake coiling around its prey.

Where the black and red energy flowed, purplish-black smoke rose from the air, emitting an extremely pungent odor.

Whenever the power of the abyss touches the protective barrier around Bren, it produces a piercing sound similar to sulfuric acid corroding metal, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on Bren's skin.

His hands twitched uncontrollably, and the magic bullets that shot out from his fingertips were instantly broken down upon touching the spider web, dissipating into the surrounding air, which was as viscous as liquid spider silk.

A faint hissing sound came from the abyss of Dongzhimen deep within the Spiderheart Temple, resonating with the frequency of Bren's convulsions and causing the entire spiderweb structure to resonate.

When the compound eyes of the small spiders that were crawling on the web turned toward Brun, his gradually crumbling protective barrier was reflected in their eight eyes.

As strands of abyssal power attempted to break through the protective barrier, Bren's skin began to become transparent, revealing his internal organs being infiltrated by a spiderweb-like structure.

At that moment, a creaking sound, like a spiderling gnawing on rotten wood, emanated from Bren's body.

Fine cracks appeared in his protective barrier, like glass about to shatter.

The ghost spiders on the temple walls collectively turned around, their transparent abdomens lighting up and projecting an illusion of Bren being bound by spider silk.

In the hallucination, his skin transformed into a translucent spiderweb-like structure, revealing pulsating black organs beneath the skin.

In reality, black blood seeped from Bren's fingertips, dripping onto the spider web and being instantly absorbed, nourishing the silk and making it even stronger.

As the power of the abyss continued to seep in, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on Bren's face, each crack flickering with unstable magical sparks.

Bren realized that the spider silk binding him was actually the materialized threads of Rose's divine power.

If he were to be completely infiltrated by these spider silks, he would lose himself entirely and become a prisoner of the dark elves.

Just as the power of the abyss was slowly eroding Bren, the Dark Elf Matriarch Spin stood not far from the temple, watching intently as everything that was happening to Bren was exposed.

Meanwhile, in the other three directions of the Spiderheart Temple, three Dark Elf Legends stood respectively.

Countless spider webs extended from their bodies and coiled towards Bren.

The power from Lolth, the Spider Queen, along with these spider webs, accelerated the erosion of Brun's magic and sanity.

As he saw more and more spiderweb-like marks appearing on Bren's body, Spencer's excitement grew stronger.

This is a legendary mage!
Moreover, he is a legendary member of the Pan-Continental Mage Association!

If we can control [The Singer] Bren and turn her into her puppet, then advancing the Lord's plans will go much more smoothly.

Whether it's more information about the inner workings of the Pancontinental Mage Association or a betrayal at a crucial moment, both are extremely important to the Dark Elves.

Spencer was well aware of the Lord's plan.

Rose the Spider Queen has already invested a great deal of power in the forbidden fortress of Donovan.

Although the Lord received help from other great beings, the area involved was too vast to allocate more power to her.

But Spencer knew very well that she was facing the Pancontinental Mage Association.

Thanks to some special channels, she was well aware of the terrifying power of the Pan-Continental Mage Association.

In the underground city, taking advantage of the terrain, she was able to maneuver against the Pan-Continental Mage Association.

If she leaves this place, she will have no chance of resisting the full-scale attack of the Pan-Continental Mage Association.

This is still without the three chairmen of the Pan-Continental Mage Association appearing, and without using those two... No!
Without using those three terrifying floating cities.

Although the task assigned to her by her lord was merely to secretly attack the Pan-Continental Mage Association and cause chaos.

But in order to win the Lord's approval, Spencer had to perform the task even better.

In this way, she can receive more of the power bestowed upon her by the Spider Queen, Lolth.

If we can control this "reciting mantra" Brun, then we may very well gain the Lord's attention.

However, the resistance of this "Spellcaster" Bren was extremely tenacious.

How could the Lord's power sustain us for so long?

But that’s fine!

Spencer looked at Brun with greed in his eyes.

The stronger the resistance, the greater the power of this legendary mage!
The more you successfully control him, the greater the benefits!
In any case, under the erosion of the master's power, everything he did was in vain.

With Pastorm's stomach there, there's absolutely no way he can escape!

Just then, a slight tremor came from the ground beneath Spence's feet.

".This is?"

Spencer sensed the direction from which the vibration was coming and his expression changed slightly.

Isn't this the direction where [Pastrum's Stomach] is located?
In a hidden chamber beneath the Spiderheart Temple,
A huge stomach, like a living abyss, occupied the center of the room.

The dislocated stomach was tens of meters in diameter, its surface covered with dark purple mucus, gleaming with an oily metallic sheen under the surrounding eerie green candlelight.

Mucus kept seeping from the folds of the stomach, making a corrosive hissing sound as it dripped onto the ground.

A pale purple poisonous mist rose from the area affected by the corrosion, carrying the stench of rotting corpses and lava, inspiring fear.

The surface of this bizarre stomach is covered with spiderweb-like magical patterns.

These magical patterns are drawn from a mixture of a special bodily fluid and the power of the abyss, constantly changing color and shape with the peristalsis of the muscles on the surface of the stomach. The muscle texture of the stomach is like the segmented limbs of a living spider, constantly changing shape with violent contractions, sometimes bulging like mountains, sometimes sinking like abyssal ravines.

Inside, a semi-transparent black shadow could be vaguely seen struggling and writhing; it was the soul of the sacrifice being swallowed by the stomach and being slowly digested.

Whenever the stomach emitted a low rumble, the entire chamber would tremble, and the spiderweb-like patterns embedded in the floor would glow with a bloody light, spreading the stomach's aura throughout the entire temple.

This aura contains the evil divine power of Rose. Those who look directly at it will see the image of a deep, tangled web of magic reflected in their pupils, and will eventually succumb to eternal madness because they cannot withstand this terrifying power.

The magical runes on the surface of [Pastrum's Stomach] manifest the essence of this artifact through three-colored patterns.

Black, pale white, and dark gold magical patterns, like living veins, wrap around the surface of the stomach, each corresponding to one of the three laws of devouring, sealing, and digestion, intertwining to create the terrifying power of this strange artifact.

The black demonic patterns spread like abyssal fissures between the folds of the stomach, and whenever mucus dripped from the surface of the stomach, the patterns would gleam with a dark and profound light.

The Devouring Technique corresponding to the black magic runes displays its power in an almost frenzied manner.

This stomach is like the most insatiable glutton in the world, never satisfied.

Regardless of object or strength, [Pastrum's Stomach] displays an endless thirst for everything around it.

Whether it's the ethereal and invisible magic, the slowly flowing air, the mud and bricks in the surrounding rooms, or even the finest dust, nothing can escape its devouring maw.

Li Si could feel the writhing stomach pulling everything around it with an almost violent greed, dragging it into the deep, bottomless darkness at the stomach's entrance, like a greedy, relentless vortex of destruction.

If it weren't for the mysterious power that restricted it, Li Si felt that this stomach could have completely devoured the entire temple.

The pale white magic runes shimmered with a cold light like frost and spider silk. When the magic runes lit up, the power of the sealing laws on them spread out as if they were real.

The closer one gets to this divine artifact, the more an indescribable sense of oppression surges forth like a tide.

Li Si could clearly sense that the extraordinary power that was originally active within his body was flowing away at a slow but steady pace, like the receding tide.

Each time the strength dissipates, it feels as if fine needles are flowing through the body, bringing an unbearable stinging pain and a sense of powerlessness.

Moreover, the space around the stomach seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, repeatedly undergoing the process of solidification and thawing.

The air stopped moving, as if time itself had stood still.

As Li Si's gaze pierced through the writhing muscles outside Pastorm's stomach and peered inside, a bone-chilling cold instantly swept over him.

There was no life or vitality there, only a deathly silence, like the chaos before the birth of the universe, or the desolation after the extinction of all things, giving people a sense of desolate despair, as if all life here would come to an end.

The dark golden demonic patterns flowed across the surface of the stomach like divine radiance, or like sinister vines crawling out of the abyss, winding and twisting, exuding a chilling aura.

Each demonic rune shimmered with a chilling light, as if hiding countless eyes peering into the world, revealing endless greed and cruelty.

These dark gold magic patterns represent the bizarre and terrifying laws of digestion.

Once anything falls into this realm of interwoven magical runes, it's like stepping into a merciless meat grinder.

Hard boulders are instantly crushed and ground into dust by the power of the magic runes; sharp swords are easily broken like fragile withered branches under the entanglement of the magic runes; even spiritual objects with powerful spiritual energy will have their spiritual energy stripped away and devoured by the magic runes little by little until they disappear without a trace.

Ultimately, everything will be completely ground into the purest power, converging like a trickle of water to become nourishment for the artifact, which exists like a giant stomach.

When people gazed at this artifact from afar, the dark golden magic patterns seemed to come alive, releasing a strange suction force.

Just looking at it makes you feel as if your body is being entangled by countless invisible tentacles, and you can imagine the terrifying scene of yourself being wrapped and chewed up by the demonic runes.

Every inch of my skin was stinging, every nerve was trembling, as if I would be reduced to nothingness by this terrifying power and become part of the artifact in the next moment.

The black, pale white, and dark gold magic patterns intertwine to form a net, which is the embodiment of the three laws represented by the artifact [Pastrum's Stomach] in the world.

Any creature that stares directly at the stomach will see the terrifying scene of the endless abyss reflected in its pupils, and its soul will be slowly and quietly eroded by the aura of the stomach, beginning to undergo digestion and reconstruction at the level of laws.

This erosion is not a simple corruption of the soul, but a complete rewriting of its very essence, ultimately transforming the creature into an eternal sacrifice to nourish Pastorm's stomach, condemning it to eternal damnation.

Li Si controlled Elisa to stand in this hidden chamber beneath the Spiderheart Temple, carefully observing the extremely strange artifact before them, [Pastrum's Stomach].

For Li Si, this was the first time he had faced an artifact-level being since his rebirth.

Of course, a divine artifact is still a divine artifact.

If an ordinary person were to look directly at this artifact, they would probably be directly attracted to, devoured, and consumed by it.

But Li Si had already achieved legendary status and had even mastered the rudiments of the power of chaos.

Therefore, the residual power emanating from Pastorm's stomach in front of him had no effect on him.

Moreover, Li Si could also see that, as expected, this divine artifact had not been fully controlled.

It is unclear whether it was Lolth, the Spider Queen, or a powerful demigod of the Dark Elves who placed several layers of seals on this artifact.

The power of this divine artifact must be contained so that it cannot affect the surrounding space.

Li Si guessed that this operation had also sealed off a significant portion of Pastorm's stomach's abilities.

It is estimated that those dark elves can only use this artifact to seal the power of the laws.

This is a good thing for Li Si.

Otherwise, if the artifact has already been controlled, it will be very troublesome for Li Si to tamper with it.

However, another problem also presented itself to Li Si.

That is the [Pastrum's Stomach], an artifact that is completely filled with the power of the abyss.

If Li Si wants to control this divine artifact, he will most likely face the erosion of the power of the abyss.

Although Li Si, as a follower of the World Tree, has a deep understanding of the world's rules regarding nature and life, he is still far from possessing the power contained within the divine artifact.

Creating a clone is one thing, but Li Si doesn't want to be corrupted by the power of the abyss.

The power of the Endless Abyss is quite troublesome.

Let alone legends, even gods can be corrupted and fallen by the power of the abyss if they are not careful.

Such things are common in the bloodbath of the abyss, and are the most frequently used tactic by those demons.

Even if this attempt fails, Li Si still intends to make contact with [Pastrum's stomach].

Anyway, he is now the Dark Elf Legendary Elisa, and he is also empowered by the Spider Queen Lolth.
It should be fine!

(End of this chapter)