I ascend to the throne of God with arcane magic.

Chapter 867 I was forced!
In the city of Jonas,
Talindra looked at Li Si with genuine emotion.

She had this idea when she taught Li Si astral magic before.

After all, he was quite curious about the disciple Stephens had taken on.

From the information she had received earlier, Talindra knew that Li Si was quite talented.

However, Talindra had not expected that Li Si would become a follower of the World Tree.

This also proves that Li Si's talent was indeed quite good, and that he himself was quite special.

This immediately caught Tarindra's attention.

As the third speaker of the Pan-Continental Mage Association, her strength is beyond doubt.

There aren't many things that interest her anymore.

Right now, what she cares about most is finding the successor to the astral magic she created.

Although astral magic existed as a spell category during the Magic Empire era, it was only a rather simple prototype.

Few monks devote their energy to this aspect.

It was Tarindra who truly developed and expanded this school of jurisprudence.

However, what troubles Taryndra is that, strictly speaking, she is the only one who truly masters astral magic.

Even gods face death.

Despite the boost to her power, Tarindra didn't know how long she could live, and she didn't think she could compare to those gods.

She didn't want the astral magic to be without an heir after her passing.

However, mastering astral magic is extremely difficult, and no one has ever been able to learn it successfully.

To this end, she even created a simplified version of astral magic, using astral spells as a template, which significantly reduced the difficulty of learning.

However, this at most only allowed those mages to master low- to mid-level astral spells.

As for high-level astral magic, no one has yet been able to master it.

Even legendary mages are no exception.

This caused Tarindra considerable distress and troubled her for a long time.

As time went by, she gradually let go of the matter.

Perhaps her ability to create astral magic is related to her own talent.

To find another person who masters astral magic, they probably need to have the same talent as her, right?

But how could something with such a low probability of happening happen?

Today, Talindra witnessed Li Si successfully use a high-level astral spell right in front of her.

Moreover, Li Si seemed quite adept at it, appearing to have used it with great skill.

This must have surprised Tarindra.

it is good!
OK!

Where exactly did Stephens find such a treasure?
He's clearly not as lucky as me!

Talindra stared at Li Si and couldn't help but ask him.

She was genuinely considering taking Li Si as her disciple.

Faced with Talindra's question, Li Si was slightly surprised, then smiled and said:

"Lady Tarindra, my teacher is Lord Stephens."

Since he was already Stephens's disciple, Li Si had no intention of finding another teacher.

Moreover, it seems that Professor Stephens and Speaker Tarindra have a rather good relationship.

Having two teachers at the same time might seem a bit awkward, as you're bound to run into them all the time.

"pity."

Taryndra shook her head, feeling a pang of regret.

But soon, as if she had thought of something, she continued:

"Do you still want to learn astral magic?"

"Of course I want to."

Li Si hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said.

For him, astral magic was far more appealing than other types of magic.

This may be the key to his breakthrough in the art of ascending to godhood.

"But I am the only one who knows astral magic. If you want to learn, you should call me 'teacher'."

Talindra looked at Li Si in front of her and said with a smile.

"But you before..."

Li Si quickly replied.

"I only said I would teach you the remaining astral spells, but how many I teach is up to me."

Talindra shook her head slightly as she spoke.

Okay, now they're starting to act like scoundrels.
Li Si sighed inwardly.

He hadn't expected that Tarindra would value him so much, going to such lengths.

Given the current situation, it would be inappropriate to refuse again.

Professor Stephens, I'm sorry.

I was forced into it!
Having made up his mind, Li Si stood up, looked at Talindra in front of him, bowed, and said:

"Teacher Taryndra!"

"Hmm, that sounds pretty nice."

Tarindra smiled and waved her hand, then continued:

"Since you've already called me teacher, then let me teach you, my student, properly!"

Tudors Underground City

Deep within this underground world lies a hidden city of the Dark Iron Dwarves—Heartfire!
This city is not built on ordinary land, but cleverly relies on a surging lava river.

The molten lava flows like the earth's veins, ceaselessly providing the city with endless energy and warmth.

For creatures from the outside world, this place is undoubtedly a forbidden zone, with temperatures high enough to turn any living being that dares to step in to ashes. But for the Dark Iron Dwarves, this is precisely their ideal home where they have lived and thrived for generations.

That intense heat is a symbol of their tenacious vitality.

The daily life at the Heart of the Furnace is a busy yet orderly scene. The resounding clang of hammers striking metal is the eternal melody of this city, each sound containing the craftsman's dedication and wisdom, and every weapon and piece of equipment made here shines with resilience and sharpness.

The air was filled with the distinctive sulfurous smell of a furnace, which mingled with the metallic scent of iron filings, creating a unique and invigorating atmosphere.

The only connection between the entire dwarven city and the outside world is a bridge made of huge black stones, spanning a river of lava.

Caravans constantly travel across the bridge, drawn by the exquisite craftsmanship of the Black Iron Dwarves, coming to purchase all sorts of equipment and carrying these fine products from the earth to all corners of the world.

However, the peaceful days did not last long.

Not long ago, an ominous aura quietly spread throughout the underground city.

The once bustling Black Stone Bridge, where caravans used to come and go, is now eerily silent. Only the broken bridge cables sway in the heat of the lava, as if silently telling the story of some unknown tragedy.

The faint smell of sulfur in the air was replaced by a strong stench of blood, a brutal mark left by the battle, foreshadowing an unprecedented crisis that was quietly approaching.

On the city walls, the Dark Iron Dwarf warriors, clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp blades, gleamed with vigilance and unyielding spirit.

Each of them is a warrior who has emerged from countless battles against the harsh environment of the underground world. Loyalty to and protection of their homeland are deeply ingrained in their blood.

Normally they might be blacksmiths or gem craftsmen, but now they are all warriors guarding their homeland.

At this moment, they stood ready, facing the group of uninvited guests on the other side of the lava river.

These are a group of magical beasts from the abyss. No one knows why they suddenly appeared. All that is known is that these magical beasts have no reason and only know how to attack any life that appears in front of them.

They were enormous, with ferocious faces, and their eyes gleamed with greed and madness.

Clearly, these inhabitants of the Abyss see the Heart of the Furnace as a tempting prey.

The abyssal beasts are diverse, ranging from the Rock Armor Beasts, clad in scales and possessing immense strength, whose every step trembles the ground; to the Venom Lizards, capable of spitting corrosive acid with an attack range so wide it's impossible to defend against; and then there are the Shadow Demons, who can manipulate shadows and approach enemies silently, their presence like phantoms in the night, sending chills down one's spine.
Many of these were once monsters that roamed the dungeons, but for some reason they have gained control of the power of the abyss.

It seems to have become more powerful and more insane under the influence of the power of the abyss.

The attack came too suddenly. Heart of the Furnace suffered considerable casualties under the attack of the abyssal monsters, and only by directly destroying the stone bridge in front of the city could it barely stop the monsters from continuing their attack.

Just then, on the other side of the previously silent lava river, the horde of abyssal monsters suddenly began to stir without warning.

The roars, rising and falling like a terrifying war song, echoed through the deep caves of the underground world, causing rubble to tumble down the rock walls.

This sudden disturbance instantly put the dwarven warriors who were on high alert on the walls of Molten Core on high alert.

"Warning! Sound the alarm now!"

A sharp-eyed dwarf sentinel shouted, his voice trembling with tension.

Immediately afterwards, a rapid and loud alarm bell rang out above Molten Core, the sound like the war drums of fate, urging every dwarf warrior to rush to the battlefield.

The dwarves stopped what they were doing and quickly grabbed their weapons.

Their eyes revealed determination and resolve, without the slightest fear or hesitation, as they quickly assembled towards the city wall, preparing to face the possible onslaught of frenzied attacks.

Just as the dwarves were on high alert, they were horrified to discover that the horde of monsters seemed to have been forcibly separated by an invisible force, like a black tide receding to both sides, revealing a passage in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, countless underground lizards carrying giant stones rushed out from the horde of monsters.

These subterranean lizards are enormous, several meters long, with rough skin that resembles a layer of hard armor, shimmering with a dark green luster in the firelight.

The boulders on their backs each weigh several tons.

Without hesitation, these subterranean lizards rushed to the lava river and jumped directly into the scalding lava.

In an instant, lava splashed and heat waves rushed in, but the subterranean lizards seemed completely unaware and disappeared into the lava.

Although the underground lizards were all dead, the boulders on their bodies were preserved in the lava.

As more and more underground lizards leap into the lava river, a chilling scene unfolds.

These subterranean lizards, with their numerical advantage, carved out a passage through the lava river surrounding the molten core.

The originally turbulent and scalding magma was stirred up into a murky mess, with bubbles constantly surging upwards, as if the magma was roaring angrily.

This passage, carved out by the subterranean lizards with their lives and strength, is like a bridge to hell, paving the way for the abyssal monsters behind them to attack.

The numerous abyssal beasts could no longer suppress their craving for flesh and blood. Their eyes gleamed with a mad and greedy light, as if they could already see the living dwarf warriors inside the Molten Core becoming their meal.

"Damn it, do they have a commander?"

"Hold on! Hold on! Don't let these beasts get near the city walls!"

Ironhead stood atop the highest point of the city wall, brandishing his giant axe and shouting loudly.

His voice was loud and firm, like a stabilizing force, calming the somewhat flustered minds of the dwarf warriors.

He is the leader of this Heart of Fire, and the only legendary powerhouse here.

The dwarves showed no sign of retreating, knowing full well that behind them lay their home, the place where they had lived for generations, where their family, friends, and all their precious memories resided.

If they retreat, endless darkness and destruction await them.

"Magic Crystal Cannon, prepare to fire!"

At the commander's order, the magic crystal cannons hidden throughout the city walls began to emit a low rumble.

These magic crystal cannons are the culmination of the Dark Iron Dwarves' wisdom. They use special magic crystals as their energy source and can fire powerful and deadly energy beams.

boom! boom! boom!
Dazzling beams of energy shot out from the magic crystal cannons, like lightning piercing the darkness, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

Where the shelling passed,
The abyssal beasts were all hit; some were blown to pieces, while others were completely vaporized by the powerful energy.

For a moment, the momentum of the monsters' charge was slightly halted, and the scene was filled with a pungent smell of burning and blood.

However, the number of abyssal monsters was simply too great, appearing endlessly, one after another.

In the intervals between the magic crystal cannon shots, they had already rushed to the foot of the city wall.

The dwarven warriors were fearless; they leaped off the city walls and engaged in close combat with the monsters.

A dwarf warrior, wielding a battle axe, faced a charging rock-armored beast. He roared, leaped high into the air, and brought the battle axe down with tremendous force.

click!
A gash was cleaved in the rock-armored beast's hard scales, and blood oozing out was tinged with black aura.

But the rock-armored beast, in pain, retaliated even more fiercely, raising its massive claws and slamming them down at the dwarf warrior.

The dwarf warrior nimbly dodged the fatal blow, and then seized the opportunity to slash the rock-armored beast's leg.

This scene was common on the battlefield.

Ironskull, meanwhile, was simultaneously facing attacks from three legendary monsters.

On the battlefield, swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The shouts of the dwarven warriors, the roars of the monsters, and the clanging of weapons mingled together, forming a tragic and heroic war song.

People fell every second, whether they were dwarf warriors or abyssal beasts, but neither side showed any sign of backing down.

Just then, from the underground passage in the distance, a large number of minotaurs wielding giant axes suddenly surged out and roared as they charged toward the rear of the abyssal monsters.

The battlefield quickly descended into chaos.

(End of this chapter)