Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 990 - 653: A God Yet to Mature

"What the heck is that!"

Abel's voice showed far more shock than Fudolin's, for he noticed that the coliseum in the Imperial Capital had collapsed.

The once familiar scene suddenly underwent a dramatic change, and there was an old man's wrinkled face floating in the sky—no matter how you look at it, this is extremely, extremely abnormal!

Also, just being in Black Stone City made him feel a chill.

This was the avoidance instinct his body had developed upon seeing a powerful creature.

All of his cells were warning him to absolutely not attempt to fight such a creature, and for the sake of his safety, he shouldn't even get close.

But... how could he not get close!

His grandfather and other relatives were still in Dragon Nest, and here he couldn't know their situation. This worry made Abel unable to stop flapping his wings.

"Ready to go?" he asked Fudolin.

"What's there to hesitate for? Let's go!"

At this moment, the magic fog was happily contracting.

Younka's laughter echoed like thunder all around.

Even the Madness Qi Dragon, who had visited the Imperial Capital before, was not as large as Younka's face now.

Like a giant god breaking through the clouds, overlooking the world.

The magic fog kept spreading outward, and this super-dense magic seemed to appear out of nowhere, baffling everyone. But more importantly— 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

If the range of the fog keeps expanding, wouldn't Younka's entire body eventually manifest beyond just his face?

Then it would truly be a giant that could only be described as titanic, and among the creatures living in today's surface world, none could reach that height!

From this perspective, perhaps calling himself the "Magic God" in this current state was somewhat far-fetched.

A gigantic body naturally brings overwhelming pressure, but if Younka has no other manifestations, then it's difficult to talk about becoming a god.

However, the other manifestations were quickly supplemented.

Merely inhaling the magic fog would cause bodily discomfort, and such high-density fog caused many ordinary people to faint upon arriving.

Wherever the fog spread, there was a mass collapse, displaying expressions of agony.

This was somewhat akin to mythical stories where gods descended and all beings prostrated.

And those divine attributes such as "divinity," "divine power," etc. were not exhibited on Younka.

Or rather, he didn't show any aura, and humans couldn't perceive his existence if they closed their eyes, as if he became one with nature, a part of the world itself.

This in itself was quite remarkable.

And now, the local magicians still conscious felt an unclear connection with Younka.

It was as if their spiritual power was linked to him by a strand.

Winds surged, clouds roiled, fog seas churned.

Younka's face showed utter joy.

[Success, success, my experiment succeeded!]

[This self is now God!]

"Roar!"

Elo breathed out, hitting Younka's face with a deep dent, dispersing the surrounding fog, but the next second, the damage was immediately restored.

It's impossible to fight; this thing seems to be immune to physical attacks, and can't be hit at all.

[Elo, do you think those means could threaten me now?]

Suddenly a giant fist formed from condensed fog appeared beside Younka's face and smashed towards the two Dragon Clan leaders.

They could not dodge, had to resist with the thought that their powerful physical strength could withstand the attack.

However, the fog fist passed through their bodies without any physical impact.

Elo and Hidor were stunned for a moment, but the next second their bodies tensed suddenly.

Magic attacks came one after another, and in just a second, five or six types of magic were acting on them simultaneously, each magic changing every second, and soon they would taste all magic existing in the world!

No one knows what tricks lie within magic, and this cannot be resisted; they decisively broke through the fog to flee, with the fog relentlessly chasing behind, while Younka laughed heartily from the sky.

A shield flickering with runes suddenly appeared, blocking the fog and Elo, allowing them to escape to a safe distance.

"Would a god manipulate lives and laugh heartily like you do? Your godhood is quite cheap!"

It was Turci and Seth making their move; they had overcome the chaos caused by the magic rampage, their faces pale but their essence and qi undiminished.

[You two… very well, debating with you is fruitless; this self is now God, undisputable]

As he said this, the barrier blocking the fog suddenly shattered!

"How is it possible!?" Turci exclaimed, that was the newly developed magic that she hadn't even publicized yet, the way it shattered was as if it had been cracked!

[God can do more than just these]

As the fog surged, a barrier appeared in mid-air, similar in height to the previous one but subtly "improved," slamming down towards the two professors on the ground!

"My magic was cracked and then transformed instantly!?"

The two dodged awkwardly, yet Younka's attacks came relentlessly, forcing them to retreat continuously without any respite.

Younka easily suppressed the two Magic Professors without even using full strength.

Elo and Hidor were forced to flee, the Magic Professor powerless to resist, and the legion on the ground was no longer a concern, as the very presence of the Magic Fog had incapacitated more than half of the legion, leaving the remaining struggling against the high concentration of Magic Power.

Why was the Warrior Country's legion no match for Younka?

Because these people were all supporters of the Warrior Reform, all had learned Magic, and mastered Fighting Qi conversion techniques, making every one of them a Magician.

And he, at this moment, held absolute power over the Magicians!

Gazing upon the chaotic Imperial Capital, Younka looked over the entire Warrior Country, his heart filled with emotion.

The results of his years of experimentation had finally come to fruition, was there anything more delightful than this?

However, he still could not be considered a complete God, at most he was merely an embryo.

No longer human, yet not a God either, he couldn't fathom his current state.

But he still needed to grow.

A thought of growth flashed through his mind, and within an instant, hundreds of people in the Imperial Capital lost their vital signs, transforming into threads of spiritual power surging towards Younka.

Absorbing this, a greater light of wisdom sparkled in his eyes, yet his expression unwittingly grew a shade less.

The people he had absorbed just now were the most accomplished in the city, most closely tied to him, and the ones who had learned the most Improved Magic.

In other words, they were the ones who revered him the most!

The path to godhood Younka had discovered was simple yet classic, just one word—faith.

To this end, he had laid out plans for a long time, collecting the Warrior Country's belief in Magic, and subtly promoting himself, blending the nation's faith in Magic with worship of himself.

With the combination and support of some miraculous ritual powers, he was finally able to complete his experiment!

Yet his current self was far from the perfect existence of a God, he needed to grow.

And the best nourishment for his growth was those Magicians who worshipped him!

The reason Younka could improve numerous magics was because he possessed a "Unique Talent" in this area, but there was a problem with this talent, as it required a high burden of using his own spirit during usage.

As he aged, his spirit weakened, he gradually struggled to sustain the use of his talent, producing Improved Magic became increasingly arduous.

But after elevating himself to the self-proclaimed existence of a God, he could actively absorb the spirits of those Magicians who admired him to bolster himself.

Each absorption was akin to adding an extra portion of spirit to work for his Unique Talent.

Once he grew to the end, he might possess the spirits of millions working for him, by that time, any Magic he glanced at could be completely analyzed, and even a few hundred or thousand different improved schemes could be made, mastering all the Magic in the world!

When that moment arrives, he would be the undisputed Magic God!

The first batch of nourishment he absorbed was naturally his Disciples, those who admired him most.

Then, it was time to start eating the Magicians from the Warrior Country, and finally to the warriors who had learned Improved Magic, and thereafter the least efficient but most numerous ordinary people.

Eat, eat, eat, he must grow to eat even more than Elderly!

[But unfortunately, Edgar managed to escape, how did he become aware of my plan?]

Edgar, his most outstanding Disciple, had improved the Fighting Qi conversion technique, and had even recently made progress in the study of Luminous Stone Magic from the Sain Dungeon. If I could eat him, it might be the equivalent of eating hundreds of people.

But such an excellent piece of nourishment had now vanished without a trace.

[Never mind, once my being covers the entire world, I will find him eventually]

As Younka was about to continue his consumption, a chorus of Dragon Roars echoed from the horizon.

Turning to look, it was Elo and Hidor returning, trailing behind them were thousands strong of the Dragon Clan!

Each of them was charging an attack imbued with Magic Elements, perhaps thinking Younka immune to physical attacks, they had no choice but to attempt a magic battle.

The sight of thousands of Dragons soaring together was truly magnificent.

[No way, you all will cause me trouble now]

Now, during this precious Growth Stage, I must remain unharmed.

[Every God has their Divine Pet, as for me, let's take a page from the tales of the Magic God]

The mist roiled, forming Monster after Monster out of the haze, his army was about to manifest!

What would follow would be a slaughter between the Dragon Clan and the "Divine Favors"!

But at this moment, Abel came rushing in like a Meteor, shouting loudly:

"Grandfather, it's not good, there's a huge pack of Demon Dragons coming at us!"

Fudolin also shouted loudly, "Quick, let's hide in the nearest Dungeon!"

The appearance of the two Dragons instantly shattered the atmosphere that had just been built on the battlefield.

"Demon Dragon?"[Demon Dragon?]

Both sides on the battlefield displayed expressions of complete incomprehension, and the rolling mist came to a halt.

What was this name "Demon Dragon?"

Magic Dragon? Or did this "Demon" mean something evil?

The crucial question was, where else could there be a flock of Dragons apart from the Warrior Country?

And moments after Abel and Fudolin shouted, the sky suddenly split open with a huge gash!

And from that abrupt rift came an emergence of pitch-black Dragons onto the battlefield!

"How did they get here so fast!?"