Death Knight replicas were imbued with the force of death, controlling nightmare steeds, they stood in front of the Death Knight.
The Time Aberration used the Time Lapse Replica on the Death Knight.
Garon looked at a necromancer at the demigod level and used the Time Lapse Replica on the skeletal-like mage as well, summoning a necromancer replica.
Next, the two replicas simultaneously attacked their originals.
"The goddess of magic's envoys, you can go and cleanse the ordinary soldiers of the death legion."
"I will handle these demigods."
Garon smiled warmly at several demigod spellcasters of the Rune Heart, saying.
The spellcasters tactfully moved away from the silver dragon, and without the obstruction of the death demigods, they began to cast large sealing or banishing spells, systematically cleansing the black ocean-like death soldiers.
Then, Garon shifted his gaze towards the cowering undead dragon.
"You"
Garon had not finished speaking.
The translucent face of the undead dragon squeezed out a smile, quickly saying in the dragon language, "I surrender!"
"I was forcefully taken into the divine realm by the Master of All Ends! If you could help me deal with the death god seal he left behind, I would gladly abandon his faith."
The undead dragon's faith was not firm.
This indeed matched its dragon lineage.
It was telling the truth.
The undead dragon, having once believed in the Master of All Ends half-heartedly, had received his divine protection unexpectedly and gradually became a death envoy.
"You're quite sensible."
"Stay here, help Rune Heart against the death army, and don't worry about the death god seal on you."
Garon looked at the undead dragon and said.
The undead dragon, recently a part of the death legion, quickly switched sides and, to show itself, vigorously fought against the death legion soldiers.
Garon then looked up at the battle between the two replicas and their originals.
The fight between the Time Lapse Replica and the two death demigods was tense and close.
Necromantic spells were chanted, endless bone claws emerged from space, reaching towards the replicas from all directions, but the replicas seemed to know their own attack methods well, setting up indestructible bone armor around themselves to fend off the attacks just as their counterparts began their spells.
Then, the replicas unexpectedly cast a withering death line, which was also preemptively defended against by the necromantic spells.
On the other side, the battle between the Death Knight and its replica was the same.
Their moves seemed carved from the same mold; both sides knew their adversaries well, making it difficult to determine a winner in a short time.
"The Time Lapse Replica is one of the strongest abilities held by the Time Aberration."
Garon nodded slightly.
After learning all the time-related abilities of the Time Aberration, Garon's combat power had risen another level. Originally, he had to exert some effort when facing multiple demigods of the same level, but now he felt much more at ease.
Next, Garon, now a colossal dragon, spread his wings.
His vast body stirred up a torrential gale, and the tangible dragon might and wind pressure surged towards the necromancer like mountains collapsing into the sea.
The necromancer, with a skin-wrapped skeletal face, frowned at the distraction.
Taking advantage of this moment, the replica's eyes brightened, and it quickly constructed a spell.
A pitch-black hand, formed from the power of death, rose from the ground and grabbed the necromancer, squeezing fiercely.
Crack!
Layers of bone armor defense shattered, the necromancer was hit by the hand of death, and after barely managing to counter and break free, it was then smashed into the ground by a wall-like dragon wing carrying a terrifying gale.
Thud!
Like swatting a mosquito, the immense dragon wing pressed down like a sky curtain, smashing the necromancer into the earth's surface, burying it deep within the layers of underground rock.
Then.
Bone claws like blooming flower buds grabbed the necromancer, breaking through the earth.
With the necromancer powerless to resist, Garon repeated the process, using the amber of time sealing spell to seal it.
Compared to directly killing his enemies, the current Garon preferred to eternally seal them away.
A living demigod was a treasure of immeasurable value.
In Garon's collection, the most valuable were now the many demigods he had captured.
Now only the Death Knight remained.
The silver dragon turned its head to look at the Death Knight, still fiercely engaged with its replica.
The two had just clashed, standing close together, with greatswords against greatswords, and around the blades, space shattered and regenerated, with the power of death bursting forth.
Garon's body flashed, a claw
descending from the sky, pressing towards the Death Knight.
The silent, heavily armored knight looked up at the descending silver dragon claw, his eyes igniting with a crazed cerulean flame.
He twisted his arm, abandoning the greatsword and forcefully hurling the replica tens of kilometers away.
Bending and crouching, he raised his arms.
The Death Knight emitted a heavy pant, and with a body as small as an ant compared to Garon, he braced against the dragon claw, exerting his strength.
Snap!
The Death Knight felt an overwhelming terrifying power; his arms, wrapped in the power of death, shattered into dust, then his body was crushed by the gripping dragon claw, turning into a mix of deathly wolf bones and heavy armor, indistinguishable from mud.
"Competing in strength with a dragon far stronger than oneself?"
"Died too many times, did your brain go bad?"
Garon shook his head slightly, doubting the quality of this collection.
A dragon's strength has always been unmatched among the races; under the same conditions, few creatures would want to compete in strength with a dragon, let alone Garon in his obviously terrifying colossal form.
Beaten half to death, he cast the amber of time sealing spell and tossed it into the dimensional space, executing these steps smoothly as if flowing water.
Meanwhile.
He looked around, observing the situation on the battlefield.
With the death demigods no longer as opponents, the envoys of Rune Heart and the grand arcanists routed the death army, smashing the portals connecting to the death god realm.
With no continuous supply of death power, the death legion soldiers could no longer resurrect indefinitely.
Their numbers were still quite formidable; from Garon's perspective, the sight was impressive.
From a high vantage point, the view of densely packed, jostling undead creatures on the ground and flying creatures in the air, such as gargoyles, wraiths, and demonic bats, was overwhelming.
However, such density maximized the effectiveness of spells.
With the goddess of magic's blessing, the many spellcasters had nearly unlimited mana, allowing them to cast spells relentlessly without concern for spiritual exhaustion.
Brilliant magical lights burst forth, covering large areas.
Endless undead creatures fell in the torrent of spells, their numbers visibly dwindling rapidly.
Garon did not linger.
After dealing with the death demigods, he once again used time teleportation to travel to another battleground.
In the realm of Netheril, along the Saint Na River.
The roaring river, the shrieks of undead creatures, and the chanting of spellcasters' spells converged, reaching Garon's ears.
Just arriving in this battle zone, he saw an old acquaintance.
The King of Arcanists, no, the former King of Arcanists, Ioelum.
Faced with the invasion of such enemies, Ioelum stepped forward from behind the scenes, leading the grand arcanists and spellcasters of Rune Heart to resist the death army.
As a demigod spellcaster, Ioelum performed better than some from within Rune Heart.
He could effortlessly cast twelfth-ring spells and possessed abilities like instant casting, multiple casting, and maximized casting, like a spell-casting machine gun, he alone raised a storm of spells that sent a rotting serpent-like demigod creature from the death army fleeing in terror, not daring to fight head-on.
At the same time, seeing the terrifyingly large creature, Ioelum was also shocked.
It was his first time seeing Garon in this form.
Although he had long known his old friend's unfathomable strength, he hadn't expected it to be so formidable when displayed.
Regaining his composure, Ioelum shifted his focus from Garon and concentrated more on his opponents, a confident smile appearing on his face.
Here, the combined forces of Rune Heart and the grand arcanists still held the advantage.
After Garon's arrival, the situation quickly shifted, turning the advantage into a momentum for victory.
After some time spent dealing with the portal here, Garon, Ioelum, and some envoys from Rune Heart headed separately to assist the last remaining battle zones.
The river of time flowed quietly.
Within its embrace, the flames of war gradually extinguished.
One by one, the portals connecting to the death god realm were destroyed, and due to the goddess of magic's years of management and her protection, the death god realm struggled to break through with new large-scale portals.
The portals were destroyed, but there were still many undead creatures.
The armies of Rune Heart and the arcanists took turns resting, relieving the fatigue from continuous spell-casting, while continuing to purge the remaining forces of the death legion and cleaning areas damaged by the undead creatures.
In such circumstances, Garon returned to the canyon.
In the vast canyon, magical power filled every corner.
Flowing rivers, soft ground, fragrant flowers. Magical runes were everywhere, even in the
air, where countless magic runes floated and moved, resembling a vast starry sky.
This place had been personally arranged by the goddess of magic, setting up multiple powerful enhancement arrays.
At the intersection of the enhancement arrays, Karsus was already sitting cross-legged in the middle, his eyes closed, filled with the color of wisdom, and his lips hummed, softly chanting complex magical spells.
Each syllable he uttered stirred a part of the air, causing the magic runes there to flicker and move, like stars flowing through the galaxy.
Maintaining his colossal form, the silver dragon spread its wings.
His wingspan of over a kilometer directly covered both sides of the canyon, casting a shadow that enveloped Karsus within.
Simultaneously, Garon looked up, his gaze emitting a brilliant elemental light.
He cast the Stellar Breach spell, and as his eyes moved, he saw the star realm.
In the star realm, the battle between the Master of All Ends and the goddess of magic showed no sign of ending.
Divine power radiated light like tidal waves, reaching all directions, witnessed by nearly all beings of the star realm.
Those daring to look directly, the weak ignited with flames in their eyes, wailing in regret, while the strong shed tears of pain but showed expressions of ecstatic joy.
Even the slightest insight into the divine battle revealed threads of immense power, an unimaginable benefit.
Garon's eyes were painfully stung.
In his view, within the endless divine light, he could only see two vague, blurry silhouettes, one enveloped in death god power, the other surrounded by magical might.
The battle of two powerful deities was something even Garon, a demigod, could not clearly see.
At least another step forward, becoming a lesser godly being, would qualify him to watch the battle.
Karsus's deification spell was now ready, the vast, starry display of magic runes representing the actual manifestation of the deification spell, and he was waiting for the right moment, waiting for the call of the goddess of magic.
In the star realm, at the center of the divine power waves.
The form of the Master of All Ends was that of a slender figure, mostly shrouded in a robe, revealing only a pair of pitch-black eyes.
He extended a hand from his robe, wearing a pair of pristine white gloves, his right hand tightly holding a dark scythe taller than himself, the Death Scythe.
The light on the Death Scythe was dim and uncertain.
As it swung, it seemed as if endless prayers of the dead arose, praising the greatness of death, singing hymns to the Master of All Ends.
On the other side, the goddess of magic's divine instrument was just like her holy emblem.
Seven stars forged from constant stars orbited her body, each star seeming to have its own will, releasing various incomprehensible extraordinary magics, replacing magic with divine power, pouring attacks toward the Master of All Ends.
At this moment.
The Master of All Ends had already sensed the waning momentum of the death legion in the prime material world.
His expression hidden within the robe was unreadable, but his death god power surged even more violently.
Meanwhile, the goddess of magic's gaze shifted slightly, her long black hair rippling with endless magical light.
Death god power tore a black vacuum in the silver domain of the star realm, slashing from the Death Scythe toward the goddess of magic's head.
The surrounding space was eroded by dark death power, like the wails of a billion dead piercing the goddess of magic's ears.
This sound would kill ordinary beings instantly upon hearing.
The goddess of magic smiled slightly, the leaping elemental energy dispersing the wails of the dead, and the magical barrier flowed like a cosmic river, resisting the materialized attacks formed by the death god power.
Simultaneously, the seven orbiting stars began to defend.
Protected by her divine instrument, the Mother of Magic began chanting.
Her voice transformed into the most primitive and powerful magic runes, drawing elemental energy from various places in the multiverse to this place, causing the entire star realm, even the most barren lands, to double their magical energy.
As for the goddess of magic at the very center.
The vast magical energy she drew could cause the entire star realm to collapse if it erupted.
The face of the Master of All Ends grew solemn.
As is well known, when a spellcaster focuses on chanting spells, they are preparing a terrifyingly powerful magic that could turn the tide of battle.
What level of spell would the goddess of magic need to chant?
The Death Scythe, imbued with pure death god power, turned over time into a black void-like edge, then gently swung, slashing toward the goddess of magic.
A divine star met it, and as it touched the black void-like edge of death, it trembled violently and cracked.
The edge of death god power also dissipated.
This was just the beginning, several edges of death formed by
the Death Scythe flew out, and the goddess of magic's divine stars orbited in defense, but as time passed, one by one, the stars broke and vanished under the erosion of death god power, about to be completely destroyed.
Crack.
The last star shattered, and between the cracks, a burst of light as bright as a cosmic explosion erupted.
With the instrument destroyed, an edge of death sliced through the magical barrier and sped toward the goddess of magic, but her smile did not fade.
Simultaneously, she ceased her chanting.
Raising her hand, her verdant fingers slowly lifted, bathed in divine light, and aimed at the Master of All Ends.
Hiss!
The edge of death struck the goddess of magic's arm, the sensation of death god power's erosion causing the divine figure to frown slightly, streaks of black lines crawling over her face, resembling the patterns on a corpse.
This significantly weakened the goddess of magic's aura.
However, as she was injured, the goddess of magic finally cast her spell.
Her finger pointed at the Master of All Ends, locking onto the god of death.
The chant and gesture.
The magic that the goddess of magic took so solemnly and seriously was now complete.
Nineteenth-ring extraordinary spell: Divine Form Annihilation.
There was no apparent sound or light as if nothing had happened.
Only, at the moment the goddess of magic pointed at him, the Master of All Ends's body began to disintegrate into magical sand within the sweep of divine power, his body inch by inch turning into sand and scattering without wind.
Buzz!
Around the Master of All Ends, an unprecedented, profound surge of death power erupted, resisting the effect of the Divine Form Annihilation spell, his body inch by inch turning into sand, then inch by inch regenerating and repairing.
And just then.
The weary-faced, somewhat weakened goddess of magic softly opened her lips.
At the same time, far in the prime material world, the grand arcanist heard the familiar voice calling and opened his eyes.
Inside the canyon, the starry magical runes began to move, turning into a feather pen, parchment, and a skull—the holy emblem of the Master of All Ends.
Karsus targeted the Master of All Ends and launched the deification spell.
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