Sun God Magic
The demonic sword slashed down, blood splattering everywhere, and every cell in Dugu Qing's shoulder roared in fury.
Unfortunately, he was bound by viscous magic and unable to move, so he could only stare at Solitair with his cold, indifferent eyes.
"How terrifying! It's not too late to beg for mercy now!"
Solitair traced the blade with her fingers, unleashing a surge of magic power, over seven hundred years old, that rose into the sky, threateningly eyeing Dugu Qing, seeking to extract more emotional value from the young man's face.
Before going to war with the Demons, Dugu Qing had considered more than once that if he lost the battle, he might die.
Now that Solitair more powerful than ever before, Dugu Qing couldn't help but look up at the sky.
Is my adventure coming to an end?
The azure sky, filled with boundless hope, soothes my chaotic thoughts.
A cool breeze rustles through the leaves of countless trees, creating a magnificent symphony.
Threads of sunlight, filtered through varying angles, unfold into pale yellow prisms, strung together across the heavens and earth.
A piercing pain shot through Dugu Qing's shoulder.
His heart was filled with the motivation to become stronger, and all the powerful beings of the past and future surged into his mind.
The sun proudly released its light and heat, dazzling Dugu Qing and sparking his inspiration.
He clenched his fist, suddenly thinking of the world's most terrifying weapon: atomic fusion.
As we all know, the universe is dark, cold, and boundless. It is the sun that illuminates the vast universe and gives the world its colorful life.
Countless hydrogen atoms, under extreme temperature and pressure, collide and merge wildly, unleashing a tremendous energy that can change the world.
Dugu Qing didn't know the mathematical equations for nuclear fusion.
However, it is not impossible to use one's own body as the foundation, magic as the material, and magic as the tool to create an unprecedented and unparalleled magic.
"Humans built ships before they figured out buoyancy. They made sails before they fully understood the principles of wind. Since that's the case, I might as well go first, even if it means death."
A resolute glint flashed in Dugu Qing's eyes as she closed them, channeling all her magical power to begin simulating atomic fusion.
Spring Breeze Inn, a village near Golden Land.
Fern stood in front of the dressing table, gently combing Frieren's hair.
Denken, wand in hand and face grim, pushed open the door.
"Fern, did you notice? A great Demons's aura suddenly appeared outside the barrier, with magic power of at least seven hundred years, and it has already clashed with Dugu Qing."
Fern, who had been taking care of Frieren, felt a pang of anxiety upon hearing this, grabbed her wand, and rushed outside.
Denken followed closely behind, taking to the sky.
Stark picked up his battle axe, about to give chase, when he suddenly saw Frieren, who looked like a puppet, and sighed helplessly.
"I almost forgot, we still have Frieren to take care of!"
He put down his battle axe, stood guard beside Frieren, and looked out the window.
"I hope Dugu Qing and Fern can safely defeat the Demons!"
Outside the barrier sealing the Golden Land.
Solitair looked at Dugu Qing, who had his eyes closed and exuded a calm demeanor, and felt deeply bored.
"Hey, you! At least groan a little! Holding it in like this will hurt your health!"
Dugu Qing remained silent, focusing solely on experimentation, channeling his inner magic to attempt to replicate the laws governing the interior of a star.
He guided the tiny magical particles to squeeze and collide with each other, forcibly mimicking the trajectory of hydrogen atom aggregation.
Each collision tore Dugu Qing's flesh apart and shook his soul.
Despite the excruciating pain, Dugu Qing gathered the restless particles and conducted repeated experiments.
It felt like a bomb had exploded inside his body, and his external magic crackled and shattered, causing him to vomit blood and be covered in wounds.
"Haha! Look at that beautiful face, it's so lovely it makes me want to pity her!"
Solitair looked at Dugu Qing, confident of victory, and laughed heartily with her hands on her hips.
"I suddenly don't want to kill you anymore. I want to take you back to the Demon King's Castle and slowly strip away all the arrogance and reserve from your face."
Leaving Dugu Qing behind, Solitair turned around and walked towards the barrier, intending to break it first.
Suddenly, a tremendous surge of energy rose from Dugu Qing's body.
Solitair turned to look at Dugu Qing, and was so shocked that her hair stood on end and her soul seemed to leave her body.
Dugu Qing's magical power rose rapidly, like an expanding mushroom cloud, growing dramatically from the initial two hundred years to four hundred, six hundred, and eight hundred years, quickly surpassing Solitair.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Solitair terrified and waved her hands frantically, her voice panicked.
"The cultivation of magic is all about accumulating it little by little. Why should you suddenly become stronger!"
"It's fake, it must all be fake!"
Solitair lost her mind, raised her demon sword, and frantically slashed at Dugu Qing.
Dugu Qing's vast and boundless magic was earth-shattering, radiating a clear blue light.
He was enveloped in a ball of light, and his every move was perfectly natural, exuding divine power.
Solitair charged from the front, Dugu Qing broke free of his restraints and landed on the ground. His legs connected to the earth, and with boundless Overlord Divine Power, he regained control of the battlefield.
He stood on tiptoe and delivered a powerful slap.
"Smack!"
Solitair's defenses shattered, and she flew backward like a volleyball, crashing into a hard bluestone.
Its leg bones snapped instantly, its body fell apart, and large patches of blood seeped from its face, making it look like a tattered rag doll.
"How is this possible! How is this possible! How could humans possibly possess such terrifying magic!"
Solitair had studied human magic for hundreds of years, but she had never heard of magic that could instantly increase a person's magical power several times over. She covered her face in disbelief, screamed in despair, and could not accept it at all, questioning the meaning of "human" life.
Dugu Qing took out the Holy Scripture and cast a healing spell on herself to heal her injuries, restoring her skin to its original snow-white and flawless state.
He breathed a sigh of relief and then turned his gaze to Solitair.
"Nothing is impossible. This is magic I created myself, inspired by the sun. I've named it— Sun God Magic."
Sun God, the sun, the strongest being in the world.
Solitair, as if struck by a thunderbolt, her frantic expression turning into a helpless silence.
"Sun God Magic! Well done, Sun God! Your Excellency is wise and powerful, a genius of unparalleled talent. To invent such a powerful ultimate spell will surely leave a significant mark on the history of magic! To die by your hand, I, Solitair, will not have lived in vain."
Dugu Qing walked up to Solitair, a powerful Mana Bullet erupting from his palm.
Solitair awkwardly shifted her posture, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, and spoke with a cunning yet gentle tone.
"Throughout my long life, I have killed countless humans. Each time I kill them, I think to myself, if I were to be defeated, I would not put up a fight, but would instead beg for mercy like a defeated dog, my heart breaking. Sir, would you be so kind as to indulge this little quirk of mine?"