I ascend to the throne of God with arcane magic.

Chapter 835 Oliver, a Demigod?

Kingdom of Hord, nameless desolate mountains,
Oliver stood at the foot of the hill, gazing calmly into the distance, seemingly admiring the scenery.

After a moment, he spoke:
"You two, after following me for so long, are you still going to hide?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared behind him: [Flame of Annihilation] Borkan of the Tower of Ashes and [Mist Chanter] Murphy of the Cocoon of Lies.

"I am truly honored that the leaders of two top schools of thought have come to see me alone!"

Oliver looked at Borkan and Murphy, who had appeared before him, and said with a smile.

"Judging from your appearance, it seems that what Li Si said was true."

Borkan glanced at Oliver, shook his head, and said:

"They've already achieved legendary status, yet they still believe in the nonsense of those evil gods of the abyss. It's laughable."

Murphy, standing next to Bolkan, remained silent, but his gaze was fixed on Oliver.

As one of the vice-leaders of the Myriad Forms Society, Oliver's position in the association is naturally extraordinary.

But he never expected that this legendary councilor would actually collaborate with those evil gods to secretly plot against the association.

It is said that their main target was Li Si.

Meanwhile, [The Singer] Bren also fell into their trap, and after being rescued by Li Si, he was secretly recuperating from his injuries.

To be honest, he really couldn't believe it when he received the news.

However, it was only after the Third Speaker, Lady Tarindra, personally intervened that he was forced to believe that such a thing had happened.

I recall Oliver representing the [Secret Meeting of All Forms] negotiating with them, the [Cocoon of Lies], in order to unite and suppress Li Si and the [Source of All Laws].

Looking back now, Oliver may have already started planning to target Lis back then.

What he didn't expect was that even the Third Speaker would step in this time.

It should be noted that the three chairpersons of the association never personally appear unless it concerns matters of great importance to the entire Pan-Continental Mage Association.

And this is only what he knows so far; many legendary councilors within the association are involved.

Of course, many of them were probably just coerced into joining and didn't know Oliver and the others' true purpose.

However, many of them actually collaborated with evil gods.

Among them, it is certain that Uller, the "Throat of Illusions" of the "Cocoon of Lies," and Trevor, the "Decipherer," are present.

In particular, Uller, the Throat of Illusions, was a candidate he highly valued and wanted to groom as the next successor of the Cocoon of Lies school.

As it turned out, Ullr was secretly cooperating with the Abyss Demon.

This was quite difficult for Murphy to accept.

But since things had come to this point, Murphy didn't want to get involved anymore.

The most important thing now is to capture Oliver in front of us and take him back.

This is Speaker Tarindra's order, so it's up to him and Borkan to do.

Meanwhile, Dorian, the leader of the Myriad Forms Guild, had already been subdued by Lady Tarindra.

Although Dorian was not involved in these matters, the Myriad Forms Society was indeed the school most deeply implicated in this incident.

As the leader of the Myriad Forms Secret Society, Dorian also bears considerable responsibility.

If the leaders of the three major factions hadn't been tested by the Speakers and were trustworthy, Dorian would probably have suffered more than just being temporarily controlled by Speaker Tarindra.

So, although Dorian didn't participate in the operation to capture Oliver to avoid danger, he still asked the two of them to make sure Oliver was brought back.

It's clear that Dorian is also quite angry.

Despite his usual carefree and bold demeanor, Bolkan did not underestimate Oliver when he saw him in front of him.

Logically speaking, capturing a legendary senator should be more than enough with him and Murphy, the two leaders of the school.

But Oliver, the man in front of him, had been cooperating with the Abyss God for who knows how long.

Who knows if this guy might have other problems?
Always be careful!

Oliver looked at Borkan and Murphy in front of him and sighed:
"I don't know what went wrong, but it must be that my identity has been exposed, right?"

"I've already left the association, can't we each go our own way?"

"Heh, you're thinking way too far, aren't you?"

Borkan chuckled and looked at Oliver in front of him, saying:

"The traitor still wants to escape. If he surrenders, I can be a little gentler on him."

"Lord Borkan, I've always felt that you don't seem like a legendary mage, but rather a warrior."

Oliver shook his head and said gently:
"We are all smart people, and we should be able to discuss everything."

"What price must I pay for you two to let me go?"

The response to Oliver's words was not from Borkan and Murphy, but from an extremely hot and enormous fireball.

The magical elements surrounding Borkan gathered like a surging tide. With a furious roar, a massive fireball, as large as the sun, appeared out of thin air.

The fireball emitted a blinding light, and its intense heat distorted and deformed the surrounding air, as if it wanted to devour everything in it.

Borkan thrust his hands forward with a mighty shove, and the massive fireball, like a burning meteorite, hurtled toward Oliver with earth-shattering force.

The terrifying temperature seemed to set the entire world ablaze; wherever it passed, vegetation instantly turned to ash, and rocks were baked red-hot.

At the same time, Murphy also made his move.

He concealed himself in the shadows of the mountains, his figure shifting and elusive like a ghost.

Murphy gently raised his hands, and an extremely thick gray mist rapidly spread from beneath his feet.

The mist, like a ferocious beast, instantly enveloped the entire mountain area.

The fog was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face; all senses were shut out, and even your sense of direction seemed to be lost in the fog.

Sight, hearing, and smell all become ineffective in this fog, making one feel as if they are in an endless, chaotic world.

Faced with such a fierce double attack, Oliver showed no surprise whatsoever.

He stood quietly in place, his eyes calm and profound, as if everything was under his control.

He was well aware of the strength of the two legendary mages in front of him. They were both top figures in the association, and each of their spells had almost reached the pinnacle of their respective levels.

But that's just how it is!
Oliver took a deep breath and began chanting an obscure incantation.

His voice was deep and powerful, like a call from ancient times. As the incantation was chanted, the surrounding magical elements began to surge wildly.

Under the influence of his magic, a dense forest suddenly appeared around him. The trees in the forest were tall and thick, with lush foliage, like loyal guards protecting Oliver.

A giant fireball roared into the forest, instantly igniting countless branches and leaves.

However, the trees in the forest seem to have a life of their own, intertwining to form strong barriers.

The flames leaped among the trees, but could never break through the barrier.

The gray mist lingered at the edge of the forest, trying to seep in, but was also blocked by the dense foliage.

Looking at the dense forest that had suddenly appeared and covered the entire mountain, Borkan frowned slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in his deep eyes.

He knew that Oliver, who had mastered the secrets of druids, was highly skilled in nature magic.

However, the power displayed by the forest before him was somewhat beyond his imagination.

The tall trees and lush foliage formed a natural, massive fortress, firmly protecting Oliver in the heart of the forest, as if declaring to them that this place was inviolable.

Borkan has always been a decisive man and has no intention of stopping.

He gripped the staff tightly in his right hand, the gems embedded in the staff gleaming with a mysterious and dangerous light.

As he channeled his magic, a blinding flame ignited at the tip of his staff.

The flames seemed to be alive, throbbing wildly and releasing a scorching heat.

Immediately afterwards, a rain of fire fell from the sky, and huge fireballs, like burning meteorites, with long trails of flame, crashed down on the forest.

Each fireball that landed was accompanied by a deafening explosion, and the sparks that flew everywhere instantly ignited the surrounding trees.

The flames raged through the forest, crackling and popping as if the forest itself were groaning in pain.

However, this forest seems to possess a tenacious vitality, and despite being ravaged by flames, it still firmly protects Oliver in the center.

Meanwhile, Murphy did not stop.

He remained hidden in the shadows, like a mysterious ghost manipulating the eerie fog.

Under his control, the originally gray fog began to subtly change color, gradually taking on a rich purple hue.

The thick purple fog, like a venomous snake, slowly spread towards the forest, filling the air with a pungent, putrid stench wherever it went.

When the forest came into contact with this thick purple fog, a terrible change occurred instantly.

The once lush green leaves began to gradually turn black, as if shrouded in an evil force.

Cracks began to appear on the bark of the trees, oozing black sap, like blood flowing from a wounded beast.

The entire forest began to corrode and turn black under the erosion of the thick purple fog. The once vibrant scene instantly became gloomy and terrifying, as if it were a cursed land of death.

Even in the face of this situation, Oliver neither appeared nor used any other spells to retaliate.

They simply continued to maintain the forest spell, delaying Borkan and Murphy's attack as much as possible.

What does he want to do?
Borkan and Murphy instantly guessed Oliver's thoughts.

He could sense that Oliver was still in the heart of the forest and had not left.

Neither running away nor fighting back?

Do they have any other trump cards up their sleeve?

Borkan and Murphy became wary and intensified their attack on Oliver.

Just as Borkan and Murphy's combined magic was about to completely eradicate this stubborn forest, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

Under the double attack, the lush forest that Oliver summoned had been almost completely destroyed, leaving only a small area in the center.

But in the very heart of this last remaining patch of forest, an extremely powerful force suddenly erupted without warning.

The power was like an ancient beast that had been dormant for a long time suddenly awakening, sweeping out with a world-destroying momentum.

This power also contains an extremely concentrated abyssal force, a terrifying power that comes from endless darkness and is full of evil and the unknown.

The abyssal power carried a raging wind like a roaring dragon, engulfing the entire sky with overwhelming force.

The once clear and azure sky was instantly turned upside down by this gale.

The white clouds were torn to shreds by the gale, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

The once bright sunlight was completely swallowed up by this dark force, and the whole world instantly turned into night, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. It was as if you had fallen into an endless abyss, filled with chaos and destruction, like whispers from another dimension, telling of endless darkness and despair.

At the heart of all this storm, an extremely terrifying presence slowly emerged—it was Oliver!
However, Oliver's image had changed drastically by this time, making him completely different from the elegant and legendary mage he had been before.

He seemed to have been completely corrupted by the evil power of the abyss, transforming into an extremely tall demon.

Oliver's body grew to an enormous size, like a moving mountain, and every step he took made the earth tremble.

His skin had turned dark and rough, as if covered with a layer of hard scales, and shimmered with an eerie dark red light, like flowing molten lava. Two huge horns grew from his head, curved and sharp, like two sharp swords piercing the sky.

His eyes turned blood red, radiating a bloodthirsty and insane light, as if they could see through one's soul, sending chills down one's spine. Behind him unfolded a pair of enormous black wings, the feathers on them as hard as steel needles, each flap creating a powerful whirlwind.

His aura also became extremely terrifying, a powerful force that transcended the realm of human comprehension.

The aura that originally belonged to the legendary mage had disappeared, replaced by a terrifying pressure that surpassed even the legendary.

It was a terrifying aura that transcended the mundane world and touched upon the realm of the gods!
This power has broken through the boundaries of legend and reached the realm of demigod!

The surrounding air distorted due to the burst of this power, and space itself seemed to tremble, as if foreshadowing some more terrifying disaster that was about to befall us.

"This! Is true power!"

Oliver opened his arms, adjusting to his new body.

powerful!

An unprecedented power flowed through his body, giving Oliver a sense of intoxication that originated from the depths of his soul.

All he did was for greater power, wasn't it?

Now, although there have been many exceptions to the plan, none of them matter.

As long as you have the power, it's worth giving up everything!

"Now, it's your turn!"

Oliver turned his gaze to the wary Borkan and Murphy in front of him, and said with a sinister smile.

(End of this chapter)