Yes, there is no room for hesitation.

It's not just that he can't bear to see these respected great arcane masters die together with their enemies in such a cheap way.

But he suddenly discovered that even though these great arcanists had sacrificed their precious lives, they still had not achieved any substantial results.

[Karsus, please make a decision as soon as possible to detect a large-scale psionic energy reaction underground. 】

Because just now, Icarus reminded him in his mind.

Karsus' pupils suddenly shrank and he immediately opened the [Eye of True Seeing].

Then he saw in a daze that not only the giant phaelims that had been killed before, but also the normal phaelims in the sky that seemed to be being killed continuously, after their 'death', a series of

This unknown particle swarm will also float back to the depths of the earth along with that ethereal energy, and then be bred again, and be sprayed out again by those purple aerosol columns that reach into the sky.

Therefore, even if they are 'killed', it is meaningless.

They are actually a whole

And as they absorb more and more magic power, the transformation reaction of underground nether energy becomes more and more powerful.

This is a phenomenon that has never happened before, or has not been observed by them.

Karsus suddenly burst out laughing inexplicably, laughing until he was sad and crying.

He thought of the nightmare that had haunted him all his life since he was born, and of the meteor falling from the sky.

So it turns out that they, Netheril, have always been fighting against this kind of thing?

No wonder Icarus called them debris from the void, pollution that must be removed.

If they were allowed to devour Netheril, it would be a little troublesome for the gods to deal with them.

But why do the gods ignore them?

do not care

‘It’s time to give it a try’

After Karthus turned into a lich, the wrinkles on his face became deeper. He took out the spellcasting materials left in Iolum.

The most conspicuous ones include the stomach of an ancient golden dragon filled with ores, the pituitary gland membrane of the Doomsday Destroyer Beast, and the corpse tentacle tissue of the Phayling Demon Sunflower.

Perhaps Karsus' actions attracted the attention of many great arcanists.

"Karthus! Think twice!" an old great arcanist suddenly reminded.

Karsus' words of comfort to them may have deceived ordinary people and ordinary arcanists, but they could not deceive them, the great arcanists who truly understand how difficult the road to becoming a god is.

Even Iolum failed, so his god-conferring spell definitely had a fatal flaw.

No matter how talented Karsus was, how could he have perfectly solved this flaw in just two months?

"We have no choice." Karsus looked up at the turbid sky and murmured.

The next moment, he thrust his staff towards the ground, and an invisible arcane halo spread out silently.

All the casting materials affected by it were turned into fly ash, and then turned into a majestic golden light pillar, which exploded from the staff in his left hand towards somewhere in the void.

It passed through the space barrier and linked him to the divine kingdom of the goddess of magic.

The first twelve-level spell in Corell's history was cast by Karsus.

"Well" Karsus' body trembled heavily, as if his heartbeat had stopped for a moment.

His left hand, which was holding the staff, immediately burst into pieces. Several pieces of rotten flesh fell silently and turned into ashes before they even hit the ground.

The next moment, he felt

A divine power rushed into his fragile mortal body from all directions, surging and surging wildly.

At the same time, his mind began to be filled with endless incredible knowledge and wisdom.

At that moment, Karsus became the God of Magic!

The power and priesthood of the goddess of magic gave him the wisdom and vision of God at the same time.

However, at that moment, Karthus realized what a terrible and stupid thing he had done.

He stole power from a god that he should never have stolen.

Mythril's responsibilities require her to frequently use her divine power to regulate and repair the magic network.

Because the Weave is always under threat, it is often damaged by the Netherese's abuse of magic and the magic-draining phaerimms.

And when she lost the ability to maintain the stability of the original magic network, magical energy suddenly overflowed.

He never thought that from the moment he stole the power of the Magic Goddess, it would permanently change the way magic works, and all magical power would become chaotic and disordered.

Extensive knowledge often overwhelms rational wisdom, and Karsus is no exception.

They surged, rising and falling in disorder, causing the power of all magic to suddenly double, but they could no longer be controlled.

Although he became a god, he also used his divine vision to foresee the raging of out-of-control magic throughout Corell, the collapse of the floating city and the destruction of Netheril.

And the latter was fulfilled immediately!

Because, even if Karses, a mortal, became a god, he still could not control the magic network!

As a result, chaos began to appear in the magic network.

After Karsus became a god, he pushed Netheril into the abyss before he could save it from this war.

As the magic network became chaotic, the secret energy cores of floating cities began to stop operating one after another.

Karsus could only watch helplessly as the floating cities, which were roaring and swallowing metal storms, began to misfire one after another, and then slumped towards the desert;

Looking at the great arcanist who had just warned him, due to the sudden failure of the [Life Extension Technique], he suddenly looked back at him, sighed silently, and turned into ashes.

He looked at the city of Karsus under his feet, suddenly disintegrating, and looked at his father and sister in the distance who were expecting him to turn the tide, hugging each other with dazed and sad faces, and disappeared helplessly into the falling sky like mortals.

Under gravel.

"No!!!"

Karsus instinctively wanted to cast a spell to save everything.

But he suddenly found that he could not move or cast any spells.

Because a red crystal was rapidly spreading in his left hand holding the staff.

He became a god.

But it only lasted a moment

At that moment, he was finally heartbroken and desperate.

"sorry

"I'm sorry, father, sister, I failed to live up to your expectations.

"I'm sorry, great arcanists, it was my stupidity that ruined this last hope.

"I'm sorry, citizens of Netheril, it was my stubbornness that ruined you.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I made a mistake again. I tried to use my mortal body to destroy your power to believe in gods.

"My God of Magic, Missriel! I am guilty!

"Although my life is as humble as dust, I am willing to dedicate everything to you. I pray to you!

"Please, save Netheril!

"This is my only prayer! Please!!!

"If it is too dirty for me, a mere mortal, to steal your power and meddle with your throne! If you think my sin is unforgivable!

"Then! You will send down divine punishment to destroy everything and end this war!

"At least let our destruction of Netheril not be meaningless!

"Please"

When he said these last three words, Karsus had completely turned into a stone statue.

"Why"

I don't know if it was Karsus's illusion, but he faintly heard the teacher sighing.

The next moment, a woman wearing a sacred robe appeared in front of him out of thin air, stretched out her hand, and gently brushed away the tears from his eyes.

'teacher'

At that moment, through the magical link between the two, Karsus finally understood

The woman in front of me is the goddess of magic, Missriel.

She is also my teacher, Risni.

Three hundred years later, he got his wish and met his teacher, but he let his teacher see him in such an ugly state.

What's even more ridiculous is that what he took away was his teacher's power and priesthood.

He really wanted to say sorry to his teacher.
To be continued...