"Your true form can't notify the other gods now?" He had already given up hope that the Fierce Goddess's true form had any combat power, instead hoping she could bring reinforcements again.
"What if my true form never knew what happened here?"
The Fierce Goddess sighed as well.
"But before, you clearly could..." Ian cut himself off halfway through, realizing that in the face of paradoxical power, what really happened seemed meaningless.
"This is truly terrifying power."
The Little Wizard couldn't help but express a heartfelt sigh.
"Indeed, luckily Helbo hasn't completed his Ascension to Divinity yet, unable to truly control such power. Therefore, we still have a chance to stop or even kill him before his ascension is complete!"
The Fierce Goddess raised her hand, and the Giant Sword appeared again, burning with golden flames.
"Us?"
Ian glanced around.
The priests were all kneeling on the ground, their eyes filled with fear and despair, clasping their hands in trembling prayer, whispering unknown words to the gods.
However, the little girl Cassandra, due to the previous lightspeed flight, was showing severe "light dizziness," her entire body limp like a slug, collapsed on the ground with a pale face.
She was still bubbling at the mouth.
She and these priests clearly couldn't form any combat power as Wizards.
"Your 'us' probably means just the two of us." Despite Ian's sarcasm, he still mobilized his Magic Power, that awe-inspiring power that would leave all Wizards in awe surged.
"There's no choice. While my father's Divine Power is still here, we can only give it a shot; it's our only chance." The Fierce Goddess took a deep breath.
A trace of determination flashed in her eyes as she turned to look at the Little Wizard, her gaze sparkling, "Your secret can burn my father, and you were able to sign such an unfair contract with my future self."
"You're definitely not an ordinary Wizard... So, little one, show me your third miracle." Before the words had fully landed, the Fierce Goddess had already turned into a stream of golden light rushing towards Helbo.
In the crisis moment.
She moved so fast that a golden trajectory was left in the air. The goddess exhibited courage without hesitation, no wonder she would one day become a solar shield for a city in the future.
"Mere Solar Power, remnants of the old era at most." Helbo floated in mid-air, his figure like a towering mountain, radiating a formidable aura.
His gaze was cold and deep, as though he could see through everything, "Want to stop my Ascension to Divinity? Futile, I've locked on to that inevitably glorious future, and no one can stop it!"
Helbo's voice resonated like a great bell, echoing between heaven and earth, filled with ridicule, disdain, and arrogance. Facing his remarks, the Fierce Goddess remained silent and continued with her attack.
She wielded the weapon in her hand, the sword emitting a dazzling light as if condensed from shards of the sun, each attack carrying immense power to light up the sky.
The air was filled with roaring sounds like angry waves, and the entire world trembled. The dark city was imbued with golden color, as if the entire city would ignite together with Helbo.
Yet.
No matter how fierce the attack of the Fierce Goddess was, it couldn't affect Helbo at all.
"In this Domain, your attacks will never reach my position." Helbo merely raised his hand lightly, countless black threads rose from the ground, weaving into a vast net. The Fierce Goddess crashed around in the web but couldn't escape, the golden light and black threads clashed fiercely, bursting into dazzling sparks.
"This backslide is too quick." Ian observed the goddess's Light Wings battling against some invisible force, each feather bursting into supernova-like spots of light.
"Look upon me and witness me complete my Divine State! Behold the birth of true greatness!" Helbo's voice echoed in the air, his body no longer maintaining a human form, his torso like a mass of constantly writhing black material, the surface covered with countless distorted human faces chanting unceasingly.
Those faces fused and separated occasionally.
"Damn! Cthulhu taint!"
Ian gazed up at Helbo, the twisted Divine State inducing a wave of dizziness. Yet, it didn't affect Ian's thinking, and he successfully cast what was perhaps the strongest magic he could currently wield.
"Avada Plague·Evil Energy Burst!" A jet of dark green light shot towards Helbo, withering even the space through which it passed, an advanced version of the Avada Plague.
Thanks to his Dark Arts talent, practically [Dark Arts itself], and thanks to Teacher Morgan, who once took Ian into her memory to witness a scene of this magic's burst.
Now.
Ian completed it.
Created the magic that led the Legendary Black Witch to Death. Perhaps not as mighty as it was when Morgan faced it, but in essence, already belonged to the same kind of profound level.
Through where it passed.
It was not just life; even those structures, those inanimate objects would wither. This might well be one of the most top-tier magics, any Wizard facing it is destined to Death.
However.
Helbo was no longer an ordinary Wizard.
"What a marvelous death art, alas..." He first marveled at Ian's magical achievements, then raised his fog-rolling fingers, casually pointing at Ian's magic.
Even magic that perhaps not even Dumbledore and Grindelwald combined could resist, dissipated just like that.
"Magic means nothing to me now." Helbo's voice emanated from the black fog, carrying a non-human resonance, "To a god, magic is nothing more than a child's block game."
He had begun to consider himself a god.
His tone domineering.
"Come, my Angel, accept your destiny, ascend the world with me." On Helbo's sinister face, his eyes were like swirling nebulas.
Within them flickered countless tiny soul lights.
"This will be our mutual glory."
He gazed at Ian, slowly raising his non-human hand. Yet, on Ian's face, he saw none of the expressions he desired, nor sensed any fear or bewitchment in the Little Wizard.
"Magic indeed has its limits."
Ian remained unflustered, calm and composed.
"You have another card up your sleeve?"
Helbo surveyed Ian from afar with interest.
"I've read many myths, countless books about gods."
Ian blinked.
He spread his hands.
The Magic Wand trembled gently, responding to his power.
"With your Paradox Domain, perhaps magic is indeed a mere itch in the Material Realm for you, but I think, some things might just pose a threat to you."
Ian flicked his Magic Wand lightly.
The magic he had concealed during the time gained by the Fierce Goddess began to burst forth.
Helbo still looked puzzled.
"You're insane!"
The Fierce Goddess, however, seemed to sense something.
"You'll destroy the entire city!"
She yelled at Ian in disbelief from within the "cage."
"The city's long been gone," Ian's voice was exceedingly calm, his voice deep and resolute, his eyes more profound than the sea, "Now, let's embrace the apocalypse together!"
As his words ended.
Mount Vesuvius erupted. Scorching magma shot into the sky, painting the sky red with blood. Vast volcanic ash clouds blotted out the sky and sun, plunging the world into a seeming apocalypse. The air brimming with a stifling sulfur smell made breathing difficult. The burning heat felt like being in a furnace, skin roasting painfully.
Numerous priests let out cries of terror and despair.
Cassandra regained her breath, instinctively clinging to Ian's leg.
"Not so early... It couldn't be so early... How did you do it!" Upon seeing this, Helbo's face finally flashed with a sliver of disbelieving shock.
It was his first time feeling threatened.
"Let's test it together…" Ian was expressionless, using his full force, employing the [Flame Conquest] magic to trigger the already poised eruption of Mount Vesuvius. Rivers of red flowed down the mountain. Everywhere the scalding magma reached, everything turned to ashes.
"Helbo, will your paradox overcome this unavoidable, predestined historical moment." Ian spoke softly, set against the backdrop of the volcanic eruption.
Behind him.
Everything was swallowed by the torrent of destiny.