Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 336 Arrival
Tomb of the Gods.

A figure so broken that it was almost unrecognizable was kneeling on the cliff next to the God's Sleeping Egg. He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to the sound of the wind under the abyss.

"Biddy" closed his eyes, and there was no longer any throbbing or madness on the remaining half of his face. All that was left was a tranquility as peaceful as the night.

"Do you feel it? This kind of fear that penetrates the soul," he whispered.

As if in response to his words, hundreds of miles away, Cygnus stared at the sky that had just begun to turn pale with empty eyes, and a trembling moan rolled out of his throat.

Then, under the gaze of Lani, Luther, Cassius and many night wizards, the "Dark Star" who had been revived a hundred years ago and was the mastermind behind all the turmoil closed his eyes.

His body began to twist, collapse, and alienate irreversibly. Just like Yug that day, countless human faces rushed out from the surface of his body, and quickly turned into pale crystals. Within a few short breaths, Signis completely turned into a magic ball.

"Oh my God, what a blasphemy this is." Cassius closed his eyes, a complicated expression on his old face.

Lusert's eyes turned cold. After witnessing the transformation of the "Mage's Ball" twice at close range, the master could no longer discern the operation rules of the magic hidden beneath the surface of the mutation.

The changes in the magician's ball, the transformation of the fallen angels, and even the resurrection magic and advent magic that remained in Cygnus' body just now, their cores are all interconnected to some extent.

The Law of Life - Luther could already confirm that Cygnus had stolen a thread of the Everqueen's authority from somewhere, and distorted and abused it to achieve the effect before his eyes.

Transforming humans into star beasts, and even using human bodies to seize Esti's divine power, the essence of this is to use the law of life to break down racial barriers, establish a "pathway" that connects mortals, star beasts, fallen angels, and false gods, and then use powerful vitality to forcibly push oneself to complete this path.

And where does the vitality that serves as a booster come from? Just look at these human faces struggling to squeeze out as if they are drowning and you will understand.

In the past hundred years, Cygnus and his descendants devoured countless magicians and used their lives and strength as nutrients for their transformation from mortal to god. When the body of the false god was completely killed, the path established by the law of life collapsed, and the disordered vitality rushed out with countless resentful souls. He could no longer maintain the stability of his life form, and eventually became like this.

"This feeling of all plans going down the drain, all strength vanishing, and even the most difficult life turning into a poison that devours oneself, perhaps this is more frightening to him than death itself?" Lani stared at Cygnus and said lightly.

"May his soul be tortured forever in the abyss of fear," Luther replied, "If the war can be ended peacefully, I will keep his magic ball forever at the bottom of the secret vault of Rhea Lukalia, letting him quietly taste endless pain in the eternal darkness."

"Did it end peacefully?" Lani looked in the direction where Lucia and her brother were going away. Her hands hidden behind her back were twisted together, and the joints had lost their color.

“They will definitely win.”

Hearing the sharp whistling sound of the air tearing in the tunnel behind him, "Biddy" still maintained his calm and quiet posture, but a hint of emotional smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The moment she rushed into the Tomb of the Gods, without any tentative questions, Lucia raised her hand and released a dragon breath seal entangled with lightning and flames, which firmly bound the remaining body on the edge of the cliff.

At the same time, a flickering magical light appeared under "Bidi's" feet, and Latan's magic prison completely sealed off the surrounding space, ensuring that the opponent would never have a chance to escape.

Only then did Lucia ask, "Selvis?"

"It's me, Your Highness."

"As you can see, I am Servis - the magician Servis. I have been waiting for you here."

He moved his neck, the only part of his body that was not bound, and said, "Your Highness, would you be willing to give me a chance to turn around and face you? Really, just let me turn around."

Lucia and Latan looked at each other, and then they used their divine power to turn Selvis around from a hundred steps away.

"Thank you for your generosity," said Servis with a smile. "Perhaps it is a little ironic to say this at this moment, but to be fair, I have always respected you, Your Highness Lucia Sanx. If I had a choice, I would not want to be your enemy even if I were allowed to choose ten thousand times."

"As an ancient dragon, you possess magical talents that are unattainable by humans. As a demigod who only needs to eat and wait for death to live a life of luxury and prosperity, you have risen to an unimaginable height in just a few years. Most importantly, in their plan, you were just an 'outsider' who could be bribed and marginalized, but in front of you, all plans have lost their effect."

"The Two Sages, the Secret Envoys, the New Party, the Corrupt Sect, and those trash and traitors in Kalia who bowed to Beta - half a year, you only took half a year to turn all their plans into waste paper in the toilet. The demigods from different factions, who should have been incompatible, united around you inexplicably, and you have the strategy and strength outstanding enough to lead all of them." "From the moment you defeated Greg in the capital and exiled the Duoris family in front of the entire Golden Dynasty, I knew that no one in this world could stop you, not Radagang, not Godwin, not even the Scarlet Corruption, the Mother of Truth, and the Eternal Queen Marica - if there is a chance, I would even be willing to serve under you. Compared with the conservative and conceited School of Origin, the cautious Ancient Dragon Temple, and the tangled Senate and Elders Council of Fam Azra with their own ulterior motives, I am confident that I can do better than all of them!"

"You make your own choices, and you give yourself opportunities—" After a moment of silence, Lucia said, "Hasn't it been you who chose the path to get to this point?"

"Yes, you are right," said Servis, laughing up to the sky, tears streaming down the corner of his only remaining eye. "Choice is your birthright, but not everyone has this right."

"I chose this step myself, but this is the only step I am qualified to take."

Latan tilted his head. "Are we going to continue listening to his last words? Whatever he was going to do, since he hasn't had time to do it yet, let's get it over with."

"Shut up!" Selvis suddenly yelled, his face grim, "You have the right to interrupt here? Who do you think you are? You're a complete idiot!"

"Do you know why I would rather bow to an ancient dragon than be loyal to Kalia? You are just a bunch of rubbish who are obsessed with the past and unwilling to move towards the future, who can see the accumulated evils but can't bear to cut them off!"

"You have long been controlled by the Supreme Will without knowing it, and you have no intention of changing the situation due to the internal chaos. You have no intention of changing despite the frequent external threats. Your sister is still a person of character, but what about you? You regard a puppet like Radagan who is at the mercy of others as an idol, and you are qualified to speak here?!"

Latan's eyes turned cold, and he was about to swing his heavy sword, but was held back by Lucia.

"Wait, he's not in the right state - he's not, no, I should say he's not just Selvis now."

"Ha, you are worthy of me, Your Highness Lucia. Just as I said, in my life, I was the 'magician' Selvis, not the grandson of 'Dark Star' Segenis, nor the second professor of the Rhea Lukalia Double Sages Classroom. The time I spent as Selvis was only a few short hours."

"I implanted a soul-destroying spell in my brain, just to kill the ancestor who was destined to take my body at the critical moment. Ha, you will probably never understand this experience, right?"

"I have spent my entire life just to revive an ancestor who should have died a hundred years ago, to seize the power of another evil god who should have died a thousand years ago, and finally I have to sacrifice everything I have and kneel on the ground to pray for their coming. Why, why do all this happen?!"

Servis roared at the top of his lungs, his face showing an expression that looked like he was laughing or crying. His voice was filled with reluctance, yet it also contained deeper hatred and anger.

Suddenly, he calmed down again, as if all the accusations just now were just mumbling in a dream.

He raised his head, stared at Lucia and Latan, and said indifferently: "The spell rooted in the soul is enough to kill a most powerful mortal hero, but it cannot kill a false god who has already usurped the throne. Therefore, I must weaken him first, and this is the role you just played."

"Next, I will take away the divine power that he can no longer control after being severely injured. Since his thoughts, ideas, and actions are far from those of the true evil god, as long as he is called by the original owner, the status and power that were forcibly seized by the divine art of advent will quickly return."

"Original owner. Do you mean the real Esti?"

"Yes, it's Him." Selvis raised his head and looked up at the dark dome of the Tomb of the Buried Gods. "I also want to break free from the prison and experience what it feels like to bathe in the free starry sky. Unfortunately, I can't do it after all."

"About one-third of my soul will serve as the spark that will lead my ancestor back, and will be annihilated along with him under the activated spell. The other two-thirds cannot survive on their own. Therefore, my final value is to be the same abandoned child, the same avenger, and to serve as the key to reverse the descent spell and lead Him back."

"Anyway, thank you for giving me so much time to say everything I wanted to say," he tilted his head and whispered to some existence in the void, "The rest of the time is yours."

The next second, Servis stood up without warning, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and the dragon's breath seal and the magic prison shattered bit by bit.

"Lucia Sanx and Latan. Being a pawn is not a pleasant experience, and being abandoned is even more so. No matter who of us survives, please continue to struggle and survive until you completely bury this ridiculous fate."

He spread his arms and lay straight down towards the abyss behind him.

From the abyss, erupted a terrifying roar that should never exist in the world.

(End of this chapter)