Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World-Novel

The Transitional Plane connecting the Magi World and Divinity World, most known as Gods' Tomb, had been the home for epic battles for more than one thousand years. Heroes and geniuses have risen and fallen in this plane, and the blood and soul force of billions have nurtured every single one of the seventy-two continents.

Until a little over two hundred years ago, every single day, hundreds of thousands of Legends and Magi fought to the death as they pushed their limits to prove themselves to their respective homes. Still, now only a few dozens of battles occur each day.

However, despite the number of battles reduced to less than 0.1%, their might was countless times greater since the ones battling were Void Creators!

Every single move their bodies made unleashed an ocean of energy and the might of the laws. It was impossible to compare it with the messy battles between Rank 6 life forms.

At this exact moment, three Magi fought against three golden giants. One party unleashed all kinds of powerful magic while the other combined spells with their bodies, transforming the sky into a raging storm.

The Magi and Divine Avatars were fighting right beneath Gods' Tomb's Crystal Wall. Both parties knew that the ground and void were a death sentence.

Thanks to Gods' Tomb absorbing the blood vitality and souls of countless lives, its law matrix obtained a qualitative improvement, as did its Plane Consciousness, making the dimension capable of withstanding the might of Rank 7 life forms.

However, if these Void Creators were to unleash their powers on the surface, they would destroy everything and harm the continents' cores.

The moment anyone harmed the plane's foundation, the Plane Consciousness would provide that person's enemy with the power of its origin. No one wanted their opponent to obtain a massive boost to their battle power, so everybody stood out of the ground.

As for the danger of the void, that was due to the ones waiting on the other side of Gods' Tomb Crystal Walls.

Rank 8 life forms could not enter Gods' Tomb, but they were able to wait near it, and the moment they witnessed any enemy appear, they would unleash a rain of destructive attacks, capable of thoroughly erasing them.

Nine individuals spread above the Magi World's half of the Transitional Plane, most of them with humanoid bodies, whose powers could allow them to live even if they lost their bodies and souls.

At the lead, there was a young man with black hair, eyes full of darkness except for their blue iris, and red runic lines covering his face. His power alone eclipsed that of everybody else, and his mere breath shattered space-time.

The young man coldly watched the golden giants in front of him, the ones beyond the massive portal generated by the Transitional Plane.

Spread above the Divinity World's half of the Transitional Plane were fourteen Divine Avatars with the power of Beyond the Shackles existences.

An important point to consider is that there are a total of seventeen Rank 8 Divine Kingdoms, but for some reason unknown to the Magi's side, three of them failed to send anyone.

That caused some confusion on Ivar. He knew that Gods were cowards and that Rank 8 Divine Avatars were costly, but there was no way they would dare to be stingy in a war.

He also realized that the amount of Rank 7 Divine Avatars was also inferior to the total number of Lesser Divine Kingdoms, but again he found no logical explanation for that.

How could Ivar know that Zatiel used his spells to destroy those eighteen Gods' bodies and souls?

Thanks to their Omega Laws, the Rank 8 Gods would revive after a few dozens of thousands of years, but the ones at Rank 7 were gone forever. The only reason those fifteen Lesser Divine Kingdoms did not crumble into oblivion after the death of their creators was due to the Overgod's interference, so the Magi would not realize their losses.

Ivar's gaze focused on the situation inside Gods' Tomb, and he could not help but frown. The Magi were winning, with more than forty continents under control, but they now found themselves at a stalemate.

Magi were stronger than their opponent since the ones inside Gods' Tomb were their actual bodies. Still, the Divine Avatars could always blow themselves up and were not afraid of death since that would only mean losing resources, and there was no damage to the Gods' cultivation.

At this rate, it would be at least ten thousand years before the Magi World's laws and forces permeated the Divine World's enough so the Magi could start the world invasion.

Suddenly Ivar's face showed some surprise, and he was not alone since the Rank 8 life forms on both sides did the same. They all detected a fluctuation in space close to their location.

Due to the raging energy that permeated Gods' Tomb's Crystal Wall and the radiation the Rank 8 Magi and Divine Avatars generated, the space-time close to the Magi World was in a state of disarray, interfering with teleportation.

The next second, Ivar and everybody else saw how a man in a noble attire and crow mask along with a child appeared above Gods' Tomb, and they did it very close to a flaming Divine Avatar.

Ivar's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the child, but he could not quite place him.

The Rank 8 Magi did not know how to react to the newcomers since they were unaware of their identities. On the other hand, the Divine Avatar close to the duo knew what he needed to do.

It was clear the duo were not Gods. They were either on the Magi's side or just appeared here by accident, so the Divine Avatar immediately sentenced them to death. Besides, the stronger was at Limit Rank 7 while the child was not even a Being of Laws.

There was a cold smile on the Rank 8 Divine Avatar as his entire body ignited itself in flames, and he shot toward the duo like a world-size meteorite.

"Hmph!" Everybody thought the duo would die, but instead of fear, what they saw was the nobleman showing disdain and sneering toward the Divine Avatar.

Just as the meteorite that was the Divine Avatar's body was less than two meters away from them, the nobleman's energy exploded, and a black hole emerged from him.

"Desolate Path: Thearch Obliteration Burst." The nobleman did not bother to raise his hand and just pronounced those words as a repulsion force emerged from his black hole and blasted the Divine Avatar back.

That flaming Divine Avatar could only express a battle power at the Initial Beyond Falsehood Stage, so the Realm Avatar overpowered immediately.

Hades was unwilling to let the Divine Avatar escape and immediately flashed forward, putting his hand over the flaming golden giant's head.

"Everlasting Path: Thearch Devouring Wheel!"

Shock appeared in the Divine Avatar's eyes as he felt his giant body cracking down under the might of the black hole.

At that moment, a golden giant with a frost aura emerged from the Crystal Wall, right beneath where the child stood.

Usually, the Rank 8 would have immediately unleashed their most potent attack toward this Rank 7 Divine Avatar who dared to reach the void of his own volition. However, that would involve the child, and it was clear for the strength of the nobleman that their background was not simple.

The frost Divine Avatar counted on the Magi apprehension, and seeing that his bet paid off, he immediately grabbed the child with his giant hand.

The golden giant was so immense that its hand covered the child's entire body.

"Let go of Lord Itrit's Divine Avatar now, or else I will erase this child's existence!"

A smile appeared in the flaming Divine Avatar when he heard those words. Even if it would not affect his cultivation, Itrit did not wish to lose this avatar, as building another was too costly.

Unfortunately for the Gods, before the nobleman could even respond, an ancient and monstrous voice echoed through the void.

"So insignificant."

The frost Divine Avatar trembled when he heard that voice.

What happened next left everybody in a state of utter shock. The frost Divine Avatar's hand disintegrated into ash, and the process expanded until there was nothing left of him.

In less than a second, a child whose soul force clearly put him at Limit Rank 6 destroyed a Pseudo Rudimentary Form Divine Avatar!