Those time travelers that year

Those demons appeared and disappeared from their original spots as if by magic, sometimes hiding and sometimes appearing beside Raistlin, waiting for him to reveal a fatal flaw.

Above the gloomy sky, several evil dragons, after letting out vicious roars, began to swoop down. Scorching flames, bright lightning, and corrosive sulfuric acid—these dragons were preparing to teach this mortal what respect and fear truly meant with their breath.

Raistlin roused himself; he had already sacrificed far too much for his ambition. Even the love of the white-robed priestess Krisanna had been cruelly abandoned on his journey.

He had no way out; he needed to fight his way out and crush these servants lurking in the darkness. Only then would Taxis be enraged and controlled by anger, just as he desired.

The spellcaster's power comes from their own knowledge and composure.

That annoying whisper resurfaced in Raistlin's mind, and he had to admit it was true. Calm down, calm down. Faced with this situation, even with Raistlin's exceptional skills and daring, a sense of anxiety and apprehension crept in. But after that whisper appeared, all anxiety and apprehension vanished.

The more an enemy is driven by anger, the more likely they are to reveal their weaknesses.

'I know, I know, now shut up and don't distract me!' Raistlin shouted internally, while simultaneously controlling his magical energy to summon a barrier around him, blocking the ghouls' attacks. Then, a dimensional anchor forced out the demons that were planning to ambush him. Following that, a Death Coil spell was unleashed, not only forcing back the dragons that tried to take advantage, but also killing some of the evil mages serving Taksis… Unfortunately, those dark priests seemed to have borrowed Taksis's divine power, avoiding the fatal magical energy.

You're being too slow. Ghouls aren't afraid of necromancy. Similarly, I find it disheartening to use Wither on a priest.

"Shut up, whoever you are or what you want!" Raistlin snapped. "At a time like this, please don't bother me!"

Okay! Okay!

A soft chuckle in the whisper.

However, I have a way to get rid of these annoying guys instantly. Take a look and see if you need it. All you need is one powerful spell you've never seen before!

Raistlin originally intended to ignore the voice, as any distraction in this situation could put him in danger. Unfortunately, upon hearing the word 'magic,' Raistlin was slightly distracted.

In that instant, from the other side of the whisper, seemingly through some means, a completely new and never-before-seen magic, beyond all Raistlin's knowledge of magic, appeared in his mind.

Then, almost subconsciously, Raistlin used the spell.

"The gool of all life is death."

From this chapter onwards, the book enters its final stage. Incidentally, the protagonist won't be very prominent in this volume; he'll appear more often in whispers—after all, he has to fulfill his role!

Another thing is that I've already started writing a new book. I currently have about 50,000 words in the manuscript. I estimate that the new book will be released around next month when this book is finished. It will also be an infinite flow novel, and the first world will be Prisma Illya. That's all.

551. Raistlin and the Whispers 2

The magical knowledge implanted into Raistlin's mind by the unknown being was like the most tempting delicacy, drawing him in. It was power, it was authority, it was the truth called 'death'. Unable to resist the temptation, Raistlin almost subconsciously raised the Staff of Magis in his hand.

Primal magical energy began to gather under his will. Without gestures, preparation, or a medium, this powerful magic, imprinted in Raistlin's mind, began to operate according to Raistlin's will.

In an instant, Raistlin saw a completely new world. It was an endless ocean… yes, the ocean; in his memory, only the word "ocean" could describe this world. With just one glance, Raistlin knew where he was!

The Sea of ​​Force.

Everything in the world, even the most mysterious phenomena, can be said to originate from this; it is a vast power far beyond Raistlin's imagination. Compared to this ocean of primal force, he, Raistlin Majeri, the renowned black-robed mage of Klein, is nothing but a speck of dust.

Even gods are nothing more than a large wave in the ocean of primal force.

At this moment, the whispers began again, full of irony.

Can you see it? In this vast ocean of primal force, the so-called gods are nothing more than slightly larger waves within it. Of course, even if a god is just a wave relative to this 'ocean,' to mortals, a god who is merely a wave possesses unquestionable divine authority and power.

"Is this why gods are gods?" Raistlin asked instinctively. "Is this the source of gods incarnating as immortal stars?!"

That's right, but to correct you, neither gods nor stars are immortal... They too are unable to escape the great power called death.

The whispered laughter revealed Raistlin's disdain for the gods.

Soon, Raistlin understood why the whisper was filled with disdain for the gods. Because, in this ocean of the Force, a wave crashed against him.

The oncoming waves eventually transformed into a gigantic surge, crashing down upon Raistlin. It was an undeniable force; before it, Raistlin found himself as fragile and insignificant as an ant.

However, just when Raistlin thought he was about to be buried by this power, an unexpected event occurred. He was not devoured by this power; on the contrary, that power was now in his hands.

This is the power called death...

"The gool of all life is death."

Raistlin returned to reality, a mere instant later. And at that moment, he had just raised the Staff of Magis and loudly chanted the 'name' of this powerful magic!

Then, Raistlin sensed the power called the Force. Through the magical energy he controlled, the Sea of ​​the Force was no longer just an illusion he saw, but a real and tangible thing. From there, from the Force called Death, tiny ripples spread, and tiny, insignificant forces were drawn towards it by the magical energy.

In that instant, Raistlin felt that he could control the life and death of all things in the world.

Golden light began to shimmer, and a clock, composed of gears and mechanisms and marked with twelve hour markers, appeared behind Raistlin.

The clock began ticking, marking the start of the countdown to death.

That's not all. Among the magical knowledge given to Raistlin, there is another spell that can further enhance his power and draw even more energy to this place.

"Wide Magic Cry of the Banshee."

Another spell was cast by Raistlin, and the woman's cries echoed through the sky; this spell had an instant-kill effect. However, not a single individual was killed—neither the lowly ghouls, the cunning demons, the flying dragons, nor the evil mages and dark priests.

Of course, they did not escape unscathed.

Raistlin understood that the second spell was merely an auxiliary tool, designed to enhance the power of the first spell to a greater extent possible.

Next, the twelve-second countdown slowly came to an end.

The demons, mages, priests, and other servants loyal to Taxis, the Queen of Darkness, launched a frenzied attack on Raistlin. Unfortunately, just as they broke through the magical barrier created by Raistlin, the clock hands had already completed a full rotation, once again pointing to twelve o'clock, which was also the hour.

This signifies both a new beginning and an end to the old.

"Death is the end of all life."

In that instant, light descended...

However, it is not salvation, but a more direct, absolute, and equal destruction.

Having prepared in advance, Raistlin used magical energy to create a new barrier for himself. This new magic would temporarily relieve him of the worry about breathing. Because he knew that in the face of equal death, even the air we breathe would be subject to the law of death.

Everything was destroyed.

The ghouls that surrounded Raistlin, those cunning demons, the evil mages who succumbed to darkness, the dark priests who were loyal to Taksis... and those dragons flying in the sky.

Everything marched towards death, without exception. The ghouls, already dead, died once more, and this time more thoroughly. The once-mighty dragons were dead, their very bones reduced to ashes, let alone anything else. The evil mages were dead; all defenses and measures were utterly useless. The remaining dark priests were also dead; the power they gained through their loyalty to Taksis was insufficient to save their lives.

This is a death where not even a soul remains; it is an absolutely equal death.

Unless there is another absolute power that can reverse life and death, no one can escape being endowed with the equality of all beings.

In an instant, all of Taxis's servants who surrounded Raistlin were reduced to ashes. Having been equally given death, even Taxis could not save these servants, not even their souls.

Even the red land of the abyss turned into a yellow desert. Life, air, and land—everything within this area—died together equally.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Raistlin gasped for breath, leaning on the Staff of Magis. This terrifying and evil magic had instantly drained a large amount of his power. If he didn't want to howl through the surrounding deathly air after the magic on his body disappeared, then he had to leave this place quickly.

Having struggled out of the territory of death, Raistlin could no longer bear it. He laughed, he laughed out loud. He saw the truth, he saw what power was, he saw that the gods were just a new beginning.

No matter how furious Taksis was, who had lost all her servants because of her arrogance, no matter how far away she was...

Raistlin knew that he would be the ultimate victor.

No one could stop him. Soon, he would raise his throne and transform it into a star, becoming equal to the gods in the heavens. In fact, all of this was just the beginning!

552. Raistlin and the Whispers 3

...End of flashback...

Power is so fascinating.

The moment when the evil magic called 'Death is the end of all life' was unleashed, and that moment when it dominated all things and controlled the life and death of all things was so moving.

Raistlin was deeply fascinated by this; he had found his new goal. Godhood was no longer everything he strived for; rather, it was merely an obstacle he had to overcome to climb to even greater heights.

'I will definitely succeed…' Raistlin thought to himself. 'I've given up so much for this. Family, love, career, everything from the past. I have no way back now. Before me lies either destruction or a throne of glory!'

"Do you really think you can replace Taxis?" a whispered voice asked, filled with malice and mockery.

"Yes!" Raistlin answered decisively.

Do you know who the last person did this? And what was their fate?

'What did you say?' Raistlin paused, a strange expression on his face. 'You just said…'

That's right, Raistlin.

They laughed in whispers.

You are not the only one, not the first, but many others who covet the throne of the gods, seek the secrets of immortality, and yearn to ascend to the heavens and become immortal stars.

Raistlin Majeli was proud; he believed that he could achieve everything through hard work and that he rightfully deserved everything. This process was not due to divine intervention or prophetic choices, but rather to his own efforts.

He originally thought that there was no one else in the world who shared his thoughts.

'You mean, in Klein, someone else has walked my path before?'

No way! Raistlin Majeri, your vision is far too narrow. Klein has limited you. After the Platinum Dragon and the Darkness, hehehe, two weaklings with inferior divine power are your targets? Hahahaha...

The voice began to laugh mockingly, which made Raistlin clench his fists, a fire of anger burning within him.

"What's so funny!" he roared. "And what are you even talking about?! What do you mean by 'weak divine power'?!"

The gods of Klein are insignificant. The chief of the benevolent gods—Paladin, oh, or perhaps I should call that platinum dragon Bahamut. The Queen of Darkness—Taksis, hehe, that's what you Klein people call her; her real name should be the evil dragon goddess Tiamat… How about that? Surprised? Unexpected?!

“Paladin? Bahamut? Taxis? Tiamat?” Raistlin paused, muttering to himself, “This is, this is…” He felt as if he had touched something. Touched some kind of reality, some kind of hidden document that had been lost to the annals of Claire’s history.

If you want to know, you can!

As long as you can pronounce my name accurately.

'Name…what name?' Raistlin trembled, not from fear, not from terror, but from a sense of unease washing over him. His emotions urged him to reject this evil, but his reason told him there was no turning back; he had to move forward.

"Tell me, tell me the facts that the gods have deliberately concealed, tell me the secrets the gods have hidden..."

"...Tell me, [Serpent of Twilight and Abyss]!" He didn't know when he learned of this title, when he learned of this existence, but at this moment, Raistlin shouted in a resolute voice, "Chargret, [Serpent of Twilight and Abyss], tell me, tell me what you want to know, now, immediately!!!!!!!!!"

Hehehe, hahahahaha...

The voice laughed loudly, full of mockery and excitement.

Okay! Okay! You want to know the secret of Paladin and Taxis, right?! You want to know the secrets he and she kept hidden from Klein, all the secrets that mortals concealed?!

Sure, you see! This is the reality that these two dragon gods don't want the Klein people to know.

More knowledge surged forth from the void, filling Raistlin's mind—forbidden knowledge, the taboos of Klein. Raistlin cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, one hand barely supporting himself with the Staff of Magis, the other clutching his head, his body trembling as he groaned in agony.

His throat was dry and sore, his stomach was churning, and he felt nauseous. This was the price, Raistlin understood. This was the price to pay for uttering that name, but he had paid the price and gotten what he wanted.

Paladin is Klein's name; it's Klein's designation. His actual name isn't Paladin. This chief of benevolent gods, Paladin, is actually a dragon, a dragon god. He is the Platinum Dragon, and in more distant worlds and other planes, he is known as the Platinum Dragon, King of the Benevolent Dragons, Lord of the North Wind—Bahamut.