Four-Armed Divine Emperor

Four-armed Divine Emperor Author: Yuehan Creation

The story takes place in a different world where magic resources are strictly controlled by the mage class, and spellcasting is the exclusive privilege of the upper class. As a special group of beings, gene sorcerers possess psychic talents that allow them to cast spells without the need for magic circuits, but they are long suppressed by the mage forces.

Chapter 1: The Four-Armed Angel Descending from the Sky

Spinning and falling.

Al felt like he was trapped in a nightmare that would never end. He just stayed up late to write a paper, but how come when he closed his eyes and opened them again, he woke up in such a strange place?

The hard shell, like an eggshell, was filled with purple nutrient solution, completely wrapping Al inside, making him feel as if he was in a warm ocean, returning to his mother's womb for a second gestation.

Moreover, he felt like a meteor, plummeting from the endless sky. The feeling of weightlessness plagued him, causing him to suffer. The temperature of the nutrient solution also began to slowly rise. Through the translucent barrier, he could vaguely see the blazing flames generated by the friction of the eggshell that enveloped him and protected him, the atmosphere.

I don’t know how long it took, but the feeling of weightlessness stopped with a deafening roar.

The giant egg that enveloped his body slammed heavily to the ground. The shockwave generated by the impact instantly ripped apart all vegetation within a hundred meters. The smooth, flat rocky ground crumbled in an instant, and broken vegetation, scarlet flames, and shattered rock and soil were thrown dozens of meters into the air by the shockwave! It then dripped down onto the plowed ground like a torrential rain.

Al also felt dizzy for a moment, but soon woke up from his daze and found himself breaking out of the shell and lying intact on the ruins.

He raised his arms, wiped off the nutrient solution still covering his face, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and while looking around at the farmland, he used his two arms to push his body up from the ground.

Um, is there something wrong?

Al felt that there was something wrong with his body, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He stood up and moved the joints of his four shoulders. The bones rubbed against each other, making a crackling sound.

The meteor phenomenon caused by his fall seemed to attract a lot of attention. Many farmers, armed with pitchforks, hoes, and other farm tools, gathered along the ridges of the fields. They were dressed in very ancient linen clothing, rough straw sandals, and bamboo hats, dressed like medieval farmers. Al looked around and found himself in what looked like a simple, idyllic European village.

I... have I traveled through time?

"monster!"

"demon!"

A group of villagers holding various farm tools such as pitchforks, hoes, and rakes surrounded Al in fear. There was about four or five meters between them, and they seemed to be very afraid of him.

Al looked at the group of farmers in astonishment, and the sharp pitchforks in their hands. Facing such weapons that were specially used against demon hunters, he didn't think he could withstand many blows. He hurriedly stretched out his four hands and waved them in greeting.

"Hello, you guys!? I, I, am a good citizen! A good person!"

The words turned into a strange language when they came out of his mouth, but what was even stranger was that Al could understand its meaning naturally. He could even find the corresponding knowledge in his brain instantly for the meaning of each individual note and byte.

No, how many hands did I just extend?

"This monster can talk!"

The villagers seemed even more frightened and took a step back. Their nervous gazes were focused on Al, especially on their shoulders.

Al was even more puzzled. He looked down at the stream beside him, checking his reflection. Hmm, he still had the same handsome face as before? What were they so afraid of?

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, and soon, a group of fully armed knights galloped on the path in the middle of the village.

The villagers now seemed to have found their backbone, and they gathered around the knights, talking about the monster. Al looked around and found that he was surrounded by people on all sides, and the old farmers and village women carrying pitchforks blocked his way.

The knights quickly dismounted. There was no point in riding at this distance. A dozen fully armed knights in armor quickly occupied the innermost circle. Al stared blankly at these armored warriors whom he had only seen in entertainment works, and their leader... a female knight.

A heroic female knight on horseback took off her helmet, her golden hair hanging down, seeming to emit golden glow in the sunlight.

It can be said that it was completely in line with El's sexual fetish, and an instinctive desire took shape almost instantly.

El wants the female knight to give birth to a child...

But the focus of his attention at the moment was that this guy was wearing a set of armor that looked very gorgeous, light but very revealing, and his style looked different from other warriors!

It's like the kind of clothing that appears in hentai and manga. At first glance, it reveals more than it doesn't, and its protective ability is very questionable. Maybe its greater function is to highlight the figure and charm, and to provide fun equipment for the enemy to enjoy humiliating the female samurai after defeat. It can't be said to be exactly the same, but it can be said to be about the same.

The breastplate that accentuated the size of her breasts, the exposed navel and lower abdomen, and the thighs were also exposed, but the hem of the skirt armor barely covered the more private parts above...

Overall, she's a very charming female knight, but a bit out of place on the battlefield. She's more suited to places like comic conventions and grand banquets.

Beneath the woman's helmet was a resolute, handsome face. Judging from her appearance and temperament alone, she surpassed most of the so-called "female knights" and "female warriors" that El had ever seen.

She was the last person to dismount. Judging from her posture and position, she was undoubtedly the commander and leader of this army.

"A normal humanoid with four arms. He must be a mutant that escaped from the wizard's laboratory."

Ansuna's voice, which was majestic, magnetic, and full of convincing leadership charisma, announced El's identity to everyone.

Al was suddenly shocked. This didn't sound like a good word.

He was also sentenced to death.

"Kill him and burn the body."

The next two sentences immediately made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

Damn it, this other world is so disregarding of human life, right?

He was confused, angry, and afraid. What he was afraid of was that the two warriors obeyed the order, drew their swords and strode towards him, while Al was surrounded by everyone, with no way out.

The puzzlement is...

"She said I have four arms. How can I have four arms? Mutant...mutant, what does that mean?"

Al took a few steps back, leaning against the haystack. Suddenly, he felt his eyes itch like crazy. Although his life was at stake, he still stepped back, rubbing his eyes...

"hand?"

"Fuck me!"

Al lowered his head in horror, looking at the four arms frozen in the air, and finally understood where the previous disharmony came from.

I really have four arms!

Suddenly, a warm current surged out of his eyeballs, first appearing as countless distorted lines and tiny words, which then rapidly deformed and reorganized on his retina.

A large amount of information suddenly appeared in Al's mind.

[Name: Al]

[Level: First-level Warlock]

[Genetic Bloodline·Four-Armed Divine Grace]: You and your descendants inherit the "four-arm" gene, gaining an extra pair of arms. They possess powerful and unique strength, and their claws are sharp enough to tear through steel, and are also the symbol of your tribe.

[Genetic Bloodline·Blood of the Warp]: The psionic power that distorts, shapes, and changes reality flows in your body. You can do almost anything through psionic power.

[Genetic Bloodline: Mental Infection]: Non-hostile contact will gradually increase the favor and trust of the intelligent creatures around you. You can also choose to actively release and exert this influence, causing them to dissipate hostility, become servile, and even become obsessed...

[Genetic Bloodline·Father of the Clan]: You are the father of the clan, the source of bloodline, and the master of all armies and heirs!

Your reproductive capacity has been greatly improved. Your bloodline offspring will inherit some of your talents and abilities and grow rapidly. You can transform other creatures, give them blood, and bring new life... establish a tribe and bring the world under the genealogy of a gene tree!

[Wall Breaker: Locked]

[You are the Vanguard of the Swarm! Champion of the Lords! Commander of the Stars! You are the Lord of the Legion, the Father of the Clans! In the name of the One, you offer a feast to the remnants of the stars!]

Just as Al had accepted the meaning of this information, the shining sword blade had already appeared in front of him.

A warrior raised his sword high in front of him, about to execute the mutant in front of him who seemed to be frightened.

Al subconsciously raised his hand to block, and his sharp claws collided with the sword blade, making a clanging sound of steel hitting each other, sparks flying, and half of the sword blade was torn directly by his own claws, spinning in the air and falling to the ground.

Al looked at his hands in astonishment. His nails had grown thick and sharp, transforming into sharp claws along with his fingers. His entire arm was covered with a layer of armor as hard as steel. It was so hard that it could cut off the tip of a steel-forged knife with just a casual strike, without leaving even a trace.

It looks like a power claw that is more flexible and closer to the human body.

The warrior with the broken sword just stayed where he was and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Ansuna's expression changed.

"This mutant is dangerous! Let's take care of it together!"

Several armored warriors immediately surrounded Al, who was shocked and angry.

Fortunately, the moment he received the news, he already understood the power he held, along with the instinctive experience that seemed to be innate.

The instinct to hunt, the instinct to fight…the instinct to survive.

Faced with this situation, surrounded by a dozen vicious warriors, Al subconsciously unleashed his psychic talents. The real world was ruthlessly distorted and tampered with. The terrifying spiritual power stirred up a thousand waves in the air of the real universe, as if dozens of bombs had exploded simultaneously in front of all the warriors, impacting their hearts and minds.

Mind explosion!

Faced with this extremely powerful mental bombardment, dozens of warriors lost their balance, their eyes rolled back, and they kept backing away. Some of the weakest ones even foamed at the mouth and fainted.

"Magic?! He is a mage, he is a mage!" A villager suddenly shouted incoherently in fear.

"We are disrespectful to the mage! We are dead!" His companions quickly covered his mouth and pressed him down. He knelt on the ground facing Al without raising his head.

It was like a switch was turned on. The arrogant villagers who surrounded Al suddenly changed their personalities, as if they were afraid of something. They knelt down one after another. Al thought they might rush forward and choose to escape, but he was surprised by their smooth giving up of resistance.

Soon, even the warriors who were besieging Al gave up resistance. The two warriors closest to him fell to their knees, and the others looked at each other and dropped their weapons.

The situation quickly developed into something Al couldn't understand.

"Mage?"

"They seem to be so in awe of the mage? So much so that just because someone pointed out this possibility, everyone gave up resistance?"

Al's mind raced, quickly analyzing the current situation.

In order to verify his conjecture, he tried to retrieve the most basic method of use from the spell knowledge that seemed to be engraved in his mind and released as if instinctively.

"fire".

A ball of burning flame condensed above his palm without any chanting. It took only a few breaths to sway.

The restless destructive force beats uneasily, waiting for its master's order to bring fire and destruction to this land.

"Mage!"

This terrified cry already carried a certain meaning of worship, and even the remaining warriors decisively chose to kneel down.

This is the first time I feel this way.

Al controlled the fireball in his hand, feeling its heat, its agitation, and the power it contained. This was clearly his first time using it, but this power was like his instinct, as nimble and obedient as his fingers.

Al was instantly attracted by this wonderful feeling. He tried to control the fireball and through something that might be called magic, he made it change into various forms in his palm, such as firebird, fire dog, fire horse... The arbitrary control made Al experience an unprecedented feeling. He felt that this ball of fire seemed to be a part of his body, which he could control at will.

The female knight's exquisite body was trembling imperceptibly, her bright red lips trembled a few times, her hands were clenched tightly on the ground, but she could no longer think of resisting, not even the thought. She simply knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness.

"Respected, honorable Master, please, please punish us for our disrespect!"

The female knight, like her warriors and her subjects, knelt on the ground in the same gesture of submission, lowering her noble and beautiful head that had experienced many battles and hardships.

"Please forgive us! Please forgive the ignorance of the Devengaelic people! We have been blinded by the dust of the world, so that we cannot perceive your nobility, which is as vast and profound as the sky!"

Al's angry expression subsided slightly because of the rapid change of the slide. He pursed his lips and looked at the blond head that bowed to him in submission.

Being sentenced to death as soon as he appeared would make anyone angry.

"I'm very angry now, and I have some questions... Next, I ask questions and you answer them?"

Chapter 2: The Supreme Mage's World of Il

It seemed as if some kind of power allowed Al to master the local language naturally. Whether it was normal communication or some words like idioms, metaphors, and proverbs in Chinese, he could understand them as easily as his native language.

The identity of "Mage" that El wore seemed to be some kind of very terrifying and very noble existence in this world. He only showed a little bit of the power that he had not yet fully mastered, and made these aliens who were shouting and killing him the moment before give up resistance the next moment, and even chose not to give it a try regardless of the risk of being retaliated and liquidated by him.

After a little thought, Al began to look for someone to answer his doubts. He did not target the female knight of extraordinary status at the beginning, but chose to start with the easy ones and then move on to the difficult ones, starting with the villagers who had the lowest strength and status among those present and were the least likely to dare to deceive him.

He asked everyone to stay where they were, and he picked out several villagers, both men and women, old and young, and took them to a distant place to question them one by one. He threatened them, saying that he had the ability to detect whether they were deceiving him, and if they dared to lie...

The frightened villagers naturally hesitated and dared not say anything. Al started asking about their names, genders, and ages. Although they were confused, the villagers seemed to really believe that this was some special process of the "mage's" lie detection ability. They told him everything they knew, although because of their low status, most of their knowledge was limited to the local area and the area around the "lord's territory."

There are also things passed down orally by the ancestors. After Al asked the villagers, he called a few warriors over for questioning. These people were not as cowardly as the villagers and did not dare to disobey the powerful. However, Al's previous threats to the villagers were not false intimidation.

While absorbing information, he was also exploring the power contained in his body. In response to the current situation where he urgently needed to obtain information while distinguishing between good and bad and true and false, he quickly found another way to use the "psychic" power brought to him by the "blood of the warp".

He could use his psychic power, perception, divine consciousness, or whatever other names he wanted to call it, but for the sake of convenience he would simply call it psychic power and release it to envelope those people. When they answered Al, he could roughly sense their current emotions and physical signs, and if they tried to deceive him, he would sense it. Fortunately, these guys were relatively honest, or perhaps the identity of a "mage" was indeed very scary to them, so they dared not deceive.

Most of the questions asked by El were simple common sense questions. The warriors had a higher status than the villagers and knew more. Although they still could not completely unveil the veil that the world had cast on El, they still allowed El to quickly grasp his current situation.

He is now in a place called "Tartarus Continent", a civilized place that is one of the important parts of the known world. It has three major empires, a large number of kingdoms, principalities, independent city-states and autonomous territories, and is ethnically diverse, similar to a more developed and advanced magical version of the Middle Ages.

The nations are divided and at war with each other, or they coexist peacefully or fight to the death...

Kings, priests, noble lords...

In addition to the continent of Tartarus, there are other regions, continents, and archipelagos, which together make up this world called "Ir".

According to the warriors, there was a lot of communication between different parts of the world, so El naturally replaced Tartarus with another world called "Europe".