Chapter 1756: Chapter 1300: Let’s Go to Hell Together
The fourth Hell, Fantasy Hell.
Ash sat cross-legged at the edge of the cliff, and behind him were four ancient and heavy thrones.
The one on the far left was an iron-blood throne filled with countless blood-stained blades, the second was a Floral Divine Throne as colorful as blooming flowers, the third was a Silver Mirror throne reflecting all truths, and the fourth, still forming, was a Soul Throne forged from countless screaming ghosts.
As the Soul Throne was completed, the ghostly light wove an enchanting elf maiden on the throne. She was almost unclothed, with only a few purple ribbons wrapping her body, her snow-white skin starkly contrasting with the darkness, like a seductive white lotus born from the deep darkness.
Sitting on the other three thrones were the Blood Sword Maiden, the Black Demon, and the Lord of Mirrors.
Once they were all in place, the entire Hell shook, yet the thrones stood immovable. Infinite distant power flowed into the thrones through the Flowing Gold River, their supreme might piercing past and future, encompassing all within the Void Realm, suppressing all things under Senluo’s heavens!
At this moment, these four were the pillars of the world, the pinnacle of magic!
"Ha, haha, hahahaha..."
"Indeed, it still requires a living body to make it work!" Ash and the Youmo’s voice sounded simultaneously: "The whole body surges with hot blood, only then can we fight!"
"I never thought there’d be a day we’d fight shoulder to shoulder while still alive." Ash and the Mirror Demon’s voice echoed together: "And in the same body no less."
"Is this the only way we can communicate?" Ash and the Black Demon’s voice spoke in unison: "How about I transform his ears into mouths?"
"This is only because we haven’t fully fused yet." Ash and the Death Mad’s voice harmonized: "Once fully fused, we can converse within his consciousness."
"Alright then."
Ash twisted his neck: "After several days, I finally forged your thrones. Have you regained your peak power?"
"What peak without our own bodies?" The Youmo sneered: "The World Secret Domain can’t make it across, and there’s a lot of miscellaneous resources... at most, eighty percent."
"Eighty percent is sufficient." The Mirror Demon replied: "This time it’s not solo combat, nor a team battle, rather our powers are fused and overlayed via bonds, Technique Spirit, Wonder, Realm, Memory, Consciousness... now each of us is the whole, the whole is each of us, we are the ultimate mages transcending the Supreme of Magic."
"Quite interesting," the Black Demon chuckled: "It’s been a while since we’ve welcomed new sisters, and my little sisters are very happy to have you join."
"Keep a lid on it, Black Demon." Death Mad said: "This is our... perhaps also the last chance for the mage civilization. Ash, how do you feel?"
"I feel great... I’m gradually understanding everything."
Ash slowly stood up, seven Void Wings spread out behind him, yet they could no longer be called ’void’ wings: every wing layered countless folds, each feather shimmering brilliantly, comparable to the light of a single Void Wing of an ordinary mage!
It was as if he truly possessed seven pairs of wings, and each time they flapped, they could unleash a magic storm sweeping through Fantasy Hell!
In fact, each feather on Ash’s magic wings contained Magic Power dozens to hundreds of times that of a mage of the same level.
This is because he has merged the Void Wings of all four: Death Mad, Black Demon, Mirror Demon, and Youmo.
As they buried civilizations, they exhausted the mages’ value to its utmost, infusing countless mages’ Magic Void Wings into their own. Though there was loss during transformation and the more layers added, the lower the conversion rate, so much so that towards the end, perhaps a thousand mages couldn’t add a single feather. But they didn’t just bury one civilization, they collected tens of millions of mages, and with nearly infinite accumulation, their Void Wing’s strength reached an astonishing level.
Their Void Wings were already nearly impossible to transcend further, but through bond connections, Ash overlaid all their Void Wings together, forming the unprecedented seven great wings.
Should Ash unfurl each magic wing, they cover the skies, sweep through the Void Realm, and envelop all living beings.
Silver Wing in the sky,
Golden Wing in the rain,
Fantasy Wings in dreams,
Dark Wing in extremes,
Infinite Prison Wings,
The Celestial Wing of all nations,
The Supreme Void Wing!
The world seemed to be obliterated with a flick of a finger, the veins of fate clearly visible, undying and unending seemed trivial, reversing entropy increase was as easy as a wave, omnipotence was no mere illusion. Yet, compared to this intoxicating power, Ash was more concerned with another point: "Why has Sonia’s memory not only not disappeared but Diya, Weiser, and Vishi’s memories have returned too?"
"Do you still need to ask us now?" Death Mad replied: "You know all the answers."
"Could it be that my mind belongs to all of you..." Ash muttered: "I see, it’s not that ’I gave away,’ but ’you came in.’ My mind hasn’t vanished, only been occupied by you, and I lost my memory because you took over my consciousness, cutting off my connection to it."
"When my soul fully belongs to you, my mind becomes whole again, and naturally, all my memories return... wait."
Ash suddenly turned to them: "You are now the Gods of Four Pillars."
"Indeed." The Mirror Demon said: "Death Mad sits on the tyrant’s throne, I occupy the traitor’s seat, Black Demon as the nurturing mother in charge of life, and Youmo as the joyous princess."
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