"Hahaha, you finally noticed it? Unfortunately it's too late!"
James si let out a creepy and weird laugh, his eyes Blink glowed with a corrupted scarlet light. He was like a starry sky beast that had completely gone crazy, charging straight at Ian with unparalleled terrifying kinetic energy.
The violent Battle Aura was compressing and collapsing crazily on the edge of his fist, and the surrounding space even let out an overwhelmed wail because of this force. If this punch was successful, the destructive force it would burst out would be enough to instantly tear apart and Annihilation the core of a star.
However, facing this devastating blow, Ian didn't even raise his eyelids.
"Kneel down."
As the words came out, without any lengthy chanting, a dark gravity curse came without any warning. A terrifying gravity field 100,000 times that of the earth instantly enveloped the space, and the air seemed to turn into viscous solid lead under this weight.
"Bang--!"
James Si's strong body, which could withstand the impact of the meteorite, suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and was then slammed into the depths of the ground in an extremely humiliating manner. The hard alloy ground cracked like fragile spider webs, and his bones made a heart-breaking sound of shattering under the suppression of this absolute force.
"Beidou." Ian spat out two words coldly.
Accompanied by a high-pitched dragon roar that shattered the sky, a phantom of an Eastern dragon exuding the aura of ancient times was condensed and formed in Void. The dragon was majestic, and its golden vertical pupils revealed the indifference of all living beings.
"Get rid of him."
The huge dragon head of Beidou is slightly slightly tilted, and the sharp dragon claws draw mysterious trajectories in Void. Layers of Blink's law seals with dazzling golden light are like maggots on the tarsal bones, layer upon layer imprinted on James's body.
In just an instant, the power he was proud of and the depraved aura originating from Abyss were suppressed and completely sealed.
After doing all this, Ian had already turned around. His "Cosmic Awareness" was warning frantically at this moment, and the sharp sense of crisis was stinging his Sea of Consciousness like a steel needle. The source of the danger was pointing to another half-plane in the gap between Void.
Without half a second of hesitation, Ian mobilized the supreme Space-Time Law. The space in front of him was torn apart by his bare hands like a fragile canvas. He stepped forward and forced his way directly into the unknown and dangerous territory.
As soon as he landed, Ian knew he was in the right place.
This is a space completely shrouded in the aura of destruction. The sky and the ground are densely covered with magic arrays emitting a miserable green light, and the complex runes are frantically absorbing all the energy around them. And in the center of the magic array, a figure wearing a robe is quietly suspended in the air.
"Wentworth." Ian gritted his teeth, and the killing intent in his eyes surged as if it were real.
He recognized this guy. Edward·Wentworth III. Although he was only Seventh Tier Arcanist and failed to win the crown of tower master, which symbolizes the highest honor, Ian had personally reviewed a theoretical manuscript written by him on "the interaction between memory, spirit, mind and soul", which left some impression on his talent.
"You're late." Wentworth looked down at Ian condescendingly, with a hint of madness in the corner of his mouth as if he had a chance to win.
Boom!
A terrifying and suffocating energy wave was released from his body without reservation.
Ian's face completely darkened. In his vision, those miserable green magic fires were expanding crazily at a speed that defied common sense in physics. This was by no means just a spell that destroyed a demiplane!
Once detonated, this extremely compressed karmic demonic fire will directly tear apart the dimensional barrier and wildly sweep through the core star field of the Empire. Tens of billions of innocent civilians will be reduced to ashes, and even Solar System and dozens of surrounding star systems will be completely reduced to dead zones in this disaster.
"In the face of such a mortal Extremis, you can actually maintain such a superior and calm attitude? I really should admire you, my Majesty." Wentworth looked at Ian and let out a sneer full of Envy and resentment.
Then, a morbid fanaticism appeared on his face, like a believer embracing the new world, quietly admiring the masterpiece of destruction created by his own hands.
Looking at the sea of fire that was about to erupt, Ian slowly raised his right hand.
Wentworth even shook his head in pity, as if he was laughing at a mayfly trying to block a car with its mantis arms.
However, the next second.
A green magic circle exuding the aura of supreme mystery suddenly bloomed in front of Ian's palm.
[Law of Time·Absolute stillness]
Buzz--!
There were no earth-shattering explosions or deafening roars. The color of the entire world was drained out at this moment, turning into dead black and white.
Time has stopped.
The miserable green magic fire that is about to swallow everything, the shattering space cracks, the dust flying in the air, and even the energy storm that is about to ravage the entire galaxy... everything is frozen in mid-air. This is an absolute power that transcends matter and energy, and is the ultimate manifestation of Law of Causality on the physical level.
In this forcibly frozen world, apart from Ian, only Wentworth's consciousness and mouth can still barely function.
"When...Time Magic?! And on this scale?!" Wentworth was horrified to find that it was a luxury for him to even move a finger.
His voice was trembling, and the madness in his eyes was finally replaced by endless fear. As Arcanist, the high-level Arcanist of the Empire, Wentworth certainly knew that Empire had been studying Time Magic.
That is the most profound and fascinating forbidden realm in the star sea. Empire even set up a special list to record those top geniuses with the gift of time.
But according to his current understanding, even Empire, the great master who has traveled the furthest in the time domain, can only make a dead thing the size of an apple appear briefly Time Rewind.
As for the large-scale Time Stop, even directly affecting the living body of the Seventh Tier strong man? This is simply a field that only gods can touch!
"Hahaha..." Wentworth suddenly let out a burst of despairing laughter, "Everyone underestimates you. They have no idea how many secrets you hide. You are simply a monster in human skin."
Ian ignored his hysteria. He stepped on the stairs of nothingness and walked step by step in front of Wentworth, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.
"Now, do you feel the feeling of regret?" Ian asked calmly.
"Regret? It's just a winner and a loser." Wentworth stared at Ian.
"Just for this boring desire to win?" Ian suppressed the urge to crush it directly, "Tell me, what bargaining chip did Guznader give you, is it worth betraying the entire Empire?"
Wentworth Shut your mouth and remain silent.
Ian was not in a hurry, and just looked at him coldly. "You are a smart man, and you should know that there is no point in hiding it in front of me. You are arrogant by nature, and you will never allow others to plant a restriction of absolute obedience in your soul.
Therefore, there must be some kind of contract between you. And in this universe, I have thousands of ways to break a contract."
"I'll leave you with the last bit of dignity that belongs to high-level Arcanist. Tell the truth."
These words completely defeated Wentworth's psychological defense. He was silent for a long time, and then spoke in a hoarse voice, "He... promised to give me absolute control of a plane."
Ian narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It seems that the rumors are true." Wentworth looked at Ian's expression and said with a sad smile, "You Imperial Family have actually known about the existence of other planes for a long time and have secretly gotten involved, right?"
Ever since Havika created that astonishing mathematical model and was promoted to tower master, speculation about "multiple planes" has been spreading wildly in the small circle of the Empire's senior executive Arcanist.
Many people are secretly guessing that the reason why this great Arcane Emperor can often bring out those cross-era technologies and knowledge is simply because he secretly continues to conquer and plunder other planes.
"So, you think that as long as you can get a plane, you can copy my success and reach the pinnacle of life?" Ian's tone revealed a hint of unabashed ridicule.
"I have seen the outside world with my own eyes!" Wentworth suddenly became excited, and his eyes turned scarlet due to congestion. "In this cruel universe, the vast majority of magical civilizations lack the underlying Truth inheritance. You can only wallow in the quagmire of Fourth Tier for the rest of your life! Those miserable mages don't have systematic knowledge to strengthen their souls, so they can only rely on drinking those disgusting Potions, holding strange rituals, or praying for good luck during meditation."
"Even among the most talented human mages, most of them cannot touch the threshold of Fourth Tier and cannot extend their lifespan. In the end, they can only grow old and decay in inaction like mortals!"
Wentworth stared at Ian: "Why are you so powerful? Just because you have all the resources of the Empire! Since you can climb up on everyone's shoulders and build such a huge Arcane Empire, why can't I?!"
Ian looked at the crazy man in front of him and shook his head in disappointment.
"Many people think that the reason why I have reached this point is just a product of the accumulation of resources." Ian's voice was calm and without a trace of waves, "But you are the first to package selfishness and greed in such a Ian voice. Diadem is a dignified person. You keep your research results in your arms like you are guarding against thieves. With your narrow vision and structure, do you think you can even dream of building a civilization comparable to the Arcane Empire?"
He ruthlessly tore off the opponent's mask of hypocrisy.
"Stop pretending to be a saint here!" Wentworth roared, "Don't you also have something to hide? Empire Spacetime Magic The most profound Spacetime Magic and soul secrets are all locked in the royal treasury by you?"
"I do have reservations." Ian admitted without hesitation, "But the taboos I hide are not even a drop in the ocean compared to the knowledge I have disclosed to the entire Empire without reservation."
In the Arcane Empire, even a dangerous theory such as Time Magic that can subvert cause and effect can be applied for review as long as Arcanist meets the requirements, can pay the corresponding Arcane Merit, and signs the most stringent contract. All this is to ensure that the upper limit of the Empire's magical civilization can be continuously broadened.
Wentworth was immediately speechless. But soon, he raised his neck again. "This can't change anything. I have carefully checked every contract, and there are no loopholes! As long as I get that plane..."
"Do you really think Guznader would be so kind?" Ian interrupted him like he was an idiot.
"What level of plane did he promise to give you?"
"What do you mean?" Wentworth was stunned.
"Don't you... don't even know that planes are divided into different levels?" Ian's eyes showed a trace of real pity.
Wentworth opened his mouth, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead. "I... I haven't heard of it."
"So, he just wrote 'Give you a plane' in the contract, right?" Ian completely sentenced him to death, "Guznader can completely throw you a Ninth Tier Higher plane. If you step into that world with your mere Seventh Tier strength, the moment the 'Planar Will' of that world senses you, it will drop Law of Thunder and completely crush you into nothingness."
Looking at Wentworth's face that turned pale as a sheet, Ian sighed helplessly, "Looking at your expression, you don't even know what 'Planar Will' is."
He has thoroughly seen through people like Wentworth. They are ambitious, pretentious, but as ignorant as a frog in a well.
"This is why high-dimensional beings often don't even have the desire to communicate when facing low-dimensional beings. Not only because of the gap in force, but also because the two sides are not in the same dimension at all in terms of vision, structure, experience and knowledge reserves."
Wentworth's facial features were twisted together, and the huge fear and shame of being played like a monkey completely defeated his psychological defense.
"You... you want to kill me?" he asked tremblingly.
"Otherwise?" Ian looked at him coldly, "You have touched my bottom line, so you must perish. But you can rest assured that your death will not be worthless. I will make you Empire's most educational specimen."
"What do you mean?!"
"Your story will be included in the compulsory textbooks of all Empire advanced magic academies. I will let every young Empire citizen clearly see that this is the result of trying to make deals with Demons, gods, or any high-dimensional existence beyond their own knowledge."
"You want to use me as a brainwashing tool for political propaganda?!" Wentworth was shaking with anger.
"If you insist on understanding it this way, I won't object."
"Ian! You idiot--"
Wentworth's cursing stopped abruptly. Ian made a gesture casually, completely locking the flow of time in the area where his mouth was.
Immediately afterwards, a purple-gold flame containing Law of Destruction ejected from Ian's fingertips. The scream was blocked in Time Stop's throat, and Wentworth's body was reduced to ashes inch by inch in the flames in an extremely slow but irreversible manner.
At the moment when his body disintegrated, Ian grabbed it with his backhand, pulled out the soul full of hatred and fear, and sealed it mercilessly in a special magic diamond the size of a fist.
After doing all this, Ian turned to look at the miserable green magic fires that were still in a static state around him. He closed his palms suddenly, and the terrifying Space Law directly cut and compressed the area together with the magic fire, and finally dealt with it completely.
"Solution."
With a whisper, the long river of time began to run again. But in this world, there is no trace of the existence of Wentworth.