Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 511: Durnhardt back

Lein refused to back down. With unwavering determination, he activated all his buff skills. Energy surged through his body, amplifying his strength and endurance. With steady breaths and full power, he finally reached the law seed's side.

[ Law Seed ]

The primordial manifestation of the universe's law essence. This seed holds limitless potential to shape reality and fill the void.

Rank: Tier 2 Seed

Law Type: Space

Law Essence: 1/day

Total Essence: 1001

"Incredible... it really leveled up!" Lein exclaimed with excitement. His eyes gleamed as he stared at the law seed in fascination.

"I wonder what would happen if I duplicated this law seed?" he mused, curiosity tingling in his mind. But he knew that duplication required time before it could be used again.

For now, he chose to absorb the available law essence. Lein returned to his original position and signaled Dragnar to stabilize the space once more.

Carefully, he grasped one of the essences and began absorbing it again. The absorption notifications continued appearing before him, confirming the smooth progress.

After thirteen minutes, Lein finally finished absorbing the law essence and checked his status. His expression slightly changed.

"Two minute shorter," he muttered with excitement. His mind immediately started working, calculating the possibilities. If the law seed evolved again, the time required to absorb law essence would definitely become even shorter.

With a wide grin on his face, Lein reached out for another law essence and began absorbing it in silence, letting his thoughts fill with new plans forming in his mind.

***

In the Cosmic Void

A massive floating island drifted among the stars, surrounded by towering walls that stood tall and unyielding. Deadly defense towers were positioned at strategic points, ready to unleash devastation upon anyone who dared to approach. The magical barrier enveloping the island shimmered faintly, signaling that its defense system was fully active.

Beyond that protective boundary, two figures stood face-to-face in the void.

"Magnus, are you sure you don't want to join me?" A deep, chilling voice echoed from the man in the black robe standing opposite him. His face was hidden behind a skull mask, while thick purple mist coiled around his body, exuding an aura of suffocating destruction.

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He was Durnhardt, leader of the Maledictus Sect.

Magnus let out a small scoff. "Someone like you has no place in the council. I'll join... but only if I am the representative," he said in a calm yet firm tone.

The Maledictus Sect, along with three other major sects—Votum, Tenebrae, and Invictus—were vying for a place among the Seven Sanctus Lux Council. Until now, Durnhardt had been ambitious about becoming the representative of the four sects, but the other three had rejected him. They had been watching each other in a tense standoff with no resolution in sight.

This conflict had escalated days ago when the Maledictus Sect waged war against the Tenebrae Sect over a law manifestation zone. The outcome remained uncertain. Although Maledictus had a high chance of winning, they were bound to suffer significant losses.

That was why Durnhardt was willing to lower himself to form an alliance with the Invictus Sect. If Magnus agreed, Tenebrae and Votum would lose their bargaining power and would likely be forced to surrender.

Durnhardt's body trembled slightly upon hearing Magnus' response. "Don't get too arrogant, Magnus," he said in a tone laced with menace.

Magnus remained silent, his gaze unwavering. With a relaxed motion, he stroked his long beard while keeping his eyes fixed on Durnhardt.

Suddenly, laughter echoed through the void.

"Hahaha!"

Durnhardt laughed loudly, but beneath that laughter, Magnus could sense the concealed rage within his voice. The black-robed man raised one hand, and in an instant, a purple cube began to form. Thick energy spiraled around it, expanding rapidly until it enclosed both of them inside.

"Magnus... my old friend..." Durnhardt's voice trembled with mockery, his eyes behind the skull mask gleaming with insanity.

Yet, Magnus remained as calm as an undisturbed lake. He glanced into the distance. Emerging from the void, thousands of ships appeared one after another. These were no ordinary ships but warships equipped with heavy weaponry and advanced defensive shields. They moved in a disciplined formation, like an army prepared to bring annihilation.

A small smile formed on Magnus' lips, his eyes sharp with quiet confidence. "Lord Durnhardt… you have trespassed into Invictus territory. Are you declaring war against my Invictus Sect?" he asked casually, as if there was nothing to worry about.

Durnhardt, who had been composed, now showed a flicker of surprise. He knew well that Magnus usually avoided war, but this time, it seemed Magnus had prepared something unexpected.

"Hahaha... Still acting all calm, huh? You won't be leaving so easily," Durnhardt sneered. He raised both hands, and in an instant, two long spears with glowing purple crystal tips appeared, shimmering dimly. His movements were swift and fluid, positioning the spears in a flawless combat stance.

"Magnus, today, you die!" Durnhardt roared, signaling the start of battle.

Magnus remained unfazed as if those words had no effect on him. He slowly raised his staff, and with a faint chime, the cube that Durnhardt had created cracked, shattering into tiny fragments that disappeared into nothingness.

Magnus smirked.

"...Impossible... Did your spatial law advance again?" Durnhardt asked in horror, his eyes widening as he realized what had happened.

A small smile reappeared on Magnus' lips. "Hahaha... With careful observation, even small losses can become great advantages," he replied lightly, but his voice carried absolute certainty.

Durnhardt's eyes darkened with fury, unwilling to let this chance slip away. He raised his staff once more, and with a commanding motion, thousands of purple spears materialized behind him, hurtling toward Magnus at terrifying speed.

Without hesitation, Magnus lifted his right hand. The spears halted mid-air before reversing direction, shooting back toward the Maledictus warships behind Durnhardt.

Calmly, he moved his fingers, conjuring a scroll of energy within his spatial ring. He traced something onto it with his fingertip before the scroll sealed itself and vanished as if it had never existed.

"Alright… let's begin," Magnus said with a small smile, his eyes radiating deep confidence.