The Witch King Malik has been preparing for a long time in order to prepare for this unprecedented scale of material transformation spell.

On Attas, he simply couldn't cast spells of this magnitude, because he didn't have enough life force to extract. It was only when Mistara was discovered, who collected a large number of souls from the war of conquest that he managed to meet his spell casting needs.

But even with a large enough amount of life energy, the Witch King would not have been able to invent this spell if he hadn't met Muhadi. Research into high-energy physics in the world of Atas is progressing very slowly, and Malik's own fusion furnace is its pinnacle. However, after coming into contact with Muhadi, inspired by the other party, he came up with the idea of using magic to directly create antimatter, a form of matter that only exists theoretically.

The effect is surprisingly good.

The Rainbow Trolls exploded in the midst of the Giesyankee fleet, and the few crew members and cargo in the cabin were not turned into antimatter by the Witch King's spells, and the moment they came into contact with the ship's hull, the powerful annihilation occurred.

In terms of the efficiency of mass-to-energy conversion, the annihilation of positive and antimatter is more than 1,000 times that of the fusion reaction, and 300 times hotter than the nuclear flame inside the star. In an instant, the starry sky was gone, the massive fleet was gone, the murderous and terrifying Leviathan beast was gone, not even the pulsar that was spinning in the distance. All that remains in the universe is that bright and bright light, the color of lightning, the color of death.

The power of the eruption of annihilation was enough to tear apart the stars, and in this moment, no star could match its brilliance. Less than a millionth of the time it takes a person to blink, more than a million fusion furnaces can produce at the same time. was released at the same time. Around the point of the explosion, the space was like a blanket. It was folded hard, then stretched out again. Spread in all directions.

This is the astral plane, unlike the planet that has so much life force to extract on the surface. The Witch King didn't think that Satili could cast a spell powerful enough in time to withstand the astonishing explosion. As for Muhadi, his psionic abilities are good, but they are nowhere near as omnipotent as magic.

Neither of them has a life box, and if they die, they are completely dead. Don't worry about retaliation afterwards.

However, Malik casts a spell to transform the entire magic ship, and at the same time triggers a spell that has already been prepared. Suppress all possible magic and abilities on the ship. created a magical dead zone and a psionic dead zone, and those two people were really doomed.

Not the entire Rainbow Troll was wiped out at the start of the explosion, and the quality of the positive matter cargo and crew used to annihilate the antimatter was far from sufficient. As a result, a large number of antimatter fragments flew in all directions at a speed close to light, slamming into other magical ships, triggering a series of explosions that spread the power of destruction to farther afield.

Destroying the enemy, the magical ships that belonged to the Atas vanished in the bright light, and the Gisyankee warships that surrounded them were on the same fate in the blink of an eye. There was not much pain, because almost every person who died lost their lives in an instant. There is no time for shock, fear, surprise, or even despair.

On the Witch King's ship. The helmsman and crew heard nothing more than their master chanting a long, lethargic incantation, extracting the life force from the tens of thousands of obsidian orbs stored on the ship, and nothing seemed to happen. Because they're in a position that's too far away from the Troll. It takes a little while for the light to be delivered. And the tide of destruction produced by annihilation travels at a speed close to light, and they do not have time to see it. When you really see it, you can't escape.

"Get out of the astral plane. "As soon as the witch king finished the spell, he gave orders to the helmsman of his ship not to get involved. Although the Witch King's ship is the furthest from the location of the explosion. But the glare still melted the one-foot-thick pure gold of the shell of the magic ship Supreme Justice, and if it was a little more night, Malik would have put himself on it.

"Solve two troubles at once. The Witch King muttered to himself. "I hope that from now on, I won't have to worry about the resurrection of the Giss Yankees and the Master. ”

Malik's fat body squeezed into the seats on the bridge and commanded his men. "It's a relief, it's exhausting, it's exhausting...... Bring me something to eat. ”――

In the world of Mistara, the witch king Dragos is happily mummifying the demigods and other divine beings who have slain the natives. As a lich, his look is in a class of its own. The skeleton is littered with gears, hinges, drive rods, and other odd mechanical equipment. He had a spiked helmet on his head, but a closer look revealed that the spike was actually a trumpet chimney, and Dragos had built a trumpet steam engine in his ribs.

In Attas, all magic consumes life force, including magical creatures such as lichs - or magical beings. Zombies, skeletons, and the like can only move around in Atas for a while, and when the remaining life force in their souls is exhausted, they will fall to the ground, no different from ordinary bones or corpses. For safety reasons, Dragos built a set of metal transmissions for himself, in case he overcast his spell and had no life to extract, so he fell to the ground and didn't wake up. But in doing so, he became the only steam lich in the multiverse.

Behind the Dragos are several robotic arms, hinges and drive rods leaking out, creating a sense of rugged industrial beauty and power. At the end of the mechanical arm is the Witch King's dissecting tool, which contains speculums, bone drills, tweezers, lancets, hemostats and the like, which are stained with blood. Dragos was originally the best disciple of the primordial warlocks in necromancy, and had dissected the corpses of many defeated gods in the Purification War, and also created monsters such as god mummies.

And that's not all. Most necromancers use skeletons or zombies, vampires. Ghouls as their own servants. From the corpses obtained from the invasion of Mistara, Dragos created a whole strange army of half machine, half undead. He activated the corpses with steam and electricity. Combine your necromancy spells to bring them to the battlefield again. These new undead soldiers, covered in gears and hinges, and oozing steam from their heads, are stronger than the usual undead. Half machine, half dead corpse indifferent faces, dark spells and advanced engineering combined with absolute silence and obedience, they are ideal soldiers and guards.

The greater achievement was achieved after Dragos and the Starch Spencer sent the druids together. Necromancy and Druid, two seemingly diametrically opposed powers, have come together to unleash unimaginable success. Starch Spencer sends the druids to capture all kinds of strange creatures from different worlds and intercept them. Copy, modify the lifeline in their body, and then combine with other monsters to create more deadly, dangerous creatures. Originally, these hybrid monsters didn't live long, but necromancy changed everything.

It's a miracle or nightmare that can only happen to Attas, and in other corners of the multiverse, there is no druid like the Starch Spencer Druids who manipulate the power of evolution as deviantly and recklessly, nor a genius lich as madly and cruelly as Dragos.

Right now. The Witch King Dragos suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked up sharply, as if sensing something.

The Death Leviathan Behemoths of His own creation have been destroyed!

Not one or two, but an entire community of Leviathans were wiped out. And it was at almost the same time!

The Witch King knows his creations well enough to know how difficult they can be to defeat, let alone be destroyed. Who exactly. Or something that has the power to wipe out all the dead Leviathans in an instant?

Draegos had no frown to wrinkle. But he twisted a clockwork on the side of his head—it didn't mean much, just a habitual movement of his thoughts.

Looks like he's going to have to create some more powerful undead creatures. The Witch King said to himself—

At the moment of the explosion, the psychic warlock was almost unprepared.

Annihilation didn't give him time to react, and the deck on the soles of his feet was converted into antimatter, destroying his body in an instant.

He could feel his soul detached from his body, a powerful attraction tugging at him.

No, Muhati said to himself, now is not the time to quit.

He tried to concentrate his mind and show his abilities to take over a new body. But he found that he couldn't use his abilities in this state, and he didn't feel any body to occupy.

Psychic abilities don't work!

In an instant, many thoughts flowed into his mind, what should he do?

He tried praying, as he had done countless times before, but received no direct response. But a thought suddenly flashed through me, real name, real name is not equal to magic, nor is it a psychic ability, maybe it will have some effect?

After meeting with the wise men, Muhathir only had time to obtain his real name. And even that name, he didn't believe it was true, preferring to think that it was an illusion that he had generated in a situation where his mind was weak and mad dominated. But at this time, there was no other choice, he could only give it a try.

He quickly recited the true name of the Primordial Warlock over and over again in his mind, expecting what effect it would have. Even if he used this name to summon the real Rajat out, at least one person would be killed together.

He did it.

At first, there was little notice. But then, Muhati felt the power of pulling at his soul grow lighter and lighter. It seems to be temporarily free from the danger of being forced to leave the world.

Sensing the effect, he recited his true name even more resolutely, as if a man trapped in quicksand was trying to grasp anything he could lean on.

He could now feel the scene around his soul, the omnipresent bright light dominating everything. In the vast three-dimensional space centered on oneself, it seems that nothing has withstood the power of annihilation, and everything ceases to exist.

Could this be the secret weapon of the Gisyankees?, the telemancer was skeptical, but immediately ruled it out. The Giss Yankees were certainly not to blame for the explosion, they didn't seem to have such a powerful force, and they shouldn't have wiped out their own fleet.

He thought of a few more possible perpetrators, but he couldn't be sure.

Maybe he'll be wandering here for a long, long time, Muhadi thought to himself, until someone passes by and he can communicate with them. How long will that be, ten years, a hundred years, ten thousand years?

But then he remembered that during his meeting with the wise men, he had also learned of the invasion of the Old Dominators. Although he recalled the meeting as fragmented as a crazy nightmare, he remembered the other side claiming that the day of invasion was not far off. Maybe before he was rescued, the entire multiverse was already unrecognizable.

That's when he heard the voice of the Coral Witch. (To be continued......)