Just as Lind's will, carrying the "source code" virus originating from Tris, was about to pierce the radiant core of Tiolantis's "divinity," composed of countless magical contracts and rules, like the sharpest cone tip, and was about to execute the final command to overwrite or erase it—
The divine core, which had been trembling violently and flickering with light due to the attack on its core and the disorder of its rules, suddenly erupted with a dazzling light that far surpassed any previous moment, like a final burst of light before the end of an era!
This light was neither defensive nor offensive, but rather a... resolute, self-destructive rejection!
[...those who attempt...to steal divine authority...to defile purity...these ants...]
Theolandis's cold, yet now indescribable rage, humiliation, and a hint of mad, all-or-nothing will echoed throughout this space of laws like a final lament.
[...Let us...be banished together!!!]
It was not a head-on confrontation, but the last and most extreme application of permissions—not preventing Lind from "writing", but forcibly modifying the "coordinates" of Lind's own existence!
Linde felt an indescribable, immense repulsive force acting on existence itself rather than power suddenly strike him!
This feeling is as if he was originally a piece of "data" recognized by the system, but now the highest administrator has used his remaining privileges to forcibly mark it as "redundant error code" and initiate the most thorough "cleanup and transfer"!
His connection to the core of the divine power was forcibly severed, and his link with the [End of Annihilation] became blurred.
The surrounding ocean of data, composed of endless information and laws, instantly receded, distorted, and collapsed!
What lay before him was no longer the core of Tiolantis's divinity, but countless dazzling, wildly swirling currents of spacetime, as if he had been thrown into a rapidly spinning kaleidoscope, or as if he had fallen rapidly off a cliff, completely losing control of his direction and himself.
"Forced spatial displacement...the target is...His divine kingdom?!"
Lind instantly understood Tiolantis's intention.
At the last moment, the God of Magic abandoned the uncertain struggle for control with Lind in the "main room" (the core of the Eye of Magic). Instead, he spared no expense and used his last authority as the ruler of the divine kingdom to directly remove Lind, the "source of the virus," from the core area and send him back to the divine kingdom that He had managed for countless years and which was theoretically under His absolute control!
This is a desperate attempt to survive, but also a trap that leads to mutual destruction.
Within the divine realm, the gods possess near-absolute control. Even though Tiolantis's physical body is injured at this moment, the divine realm remains the place where His power extends most strongly.
However--
Just moments before Lind was hurled from the core region by that irresistible force of exile, his figure appearing amidst the spatial turbulence, about to plunge into a magnificent and majestic kingdom (the divine realm of Tiolantis) filled with endless magical radiance and constructed from pure arcane energy—
The "source code" virus he left at the core of the divinity of Teolantis, and his final, unleashed impact of will that attempted to override the rules, took effect.
It was not complete control, but it caused the most fundamental interference and damage.
It was as if an invisible cable connecting the terminal and the server had been suddenly severed!
Linde clearly "sensed" (perhaps due to the keen sensitivity of the light and darkness to changes in the rules) that the will of Tiorantis, which was originally omnipresent and like background noise, suddenly disappeared between him and the vast and boundless magic network.
No, it didn't disappear; it became extremely distant and blurry, as if separated by an impenetrable, thick barrier.
The divine kingdom he was falling into, whose original stable foundation of laws—which resonated deeply with the magic network and exuded the aura of Teolantis' absolute authority—began to undergo drastic and earth-shattering changes!
In the sky, the sun, moon, and stars, formed from solidified magical light, became chaotic and flickering, sometimes dazzling like a supernova explosion, and sometimes dim like a candle in the wind.
On the earth, mountains and plains crystallized from pure arcane energy groaned under the strain, huge cracks appeared, and energy surged and dissipated like a flood without a dam.
Countless invokers, elemental beings, and even lower-level constructs created by magic and living in the divine kingdom were plunged into confusion, chaos, and even collapse at this moment. Their existence was closely linked to the laws of the divine kingdom, and now that the foundation of those laws was shaken, they also became unstable.
The divine realm is losing its most important connection with its ruler—the goddess of magic, Tiolantis!
The "virus" injected by Linde and the final rule-breaking successfully, even temporarily, rewrote or severely damaged Tiolantis's absolute binding authority over the magic network.
This kind of destruction, when fed back to the divine kingdom, is the "breakdown" of the sovereign will!
"boom!!!"
Linde crashed heavily onto a ridge made of broken blue crystals, the immense impact shattering the crystals, which were harder than pure gold, into countless fragments.
He knelt on one knee to steady himself. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of blood containing light and dark energy spilled from the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away expressionlessly.
The crystalline skeleton was covered with fine cracks, and its light and dark essence had been greatly depleted, making its aura appear somewhat weak.
He quickly looked up, unleashing the full power of the [Deconstruction Halo] regardless of its consumption, scanning this unfamiliar world.
This is an incredibly beautiful country, yet it is heading towards collapse.
As far as the eye can see, there is no end to the horizon.
The sky was a flowing curtain of aurora, the ground was a crystal of energy of various colors, and in the distance, there was a city outline made of rune towers that reached into the clouds. The air was filled with a dense magical element that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.
But at this moment, this scene of ultimate magical beauty is crumbling.
The spatial structure became unstable, sometimes distorting, sometimes producing tiny cracks that revealed the void and darkness behind.
The disorder of the laws caused energy to go out of control, sometimes igniting elemental flames out of thin air, sometimes unleashing frost storms, and sometimes creating a strange magical silence zone.
Most importantly, Lind could clearly sense that the "boundaries" of this divine kingdom were becoming both solid and blurred.
It is evolving from a "demiplane" attached to the magic network of the main plane into an isolated "pocket dimension" that has been forcibly separated!
The will of Teolantis, which should have been omnipresent and dominated everything here, was now so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if it had been isolated from this dimension.
He succeeded, and Lind succeeded too.
He banished Lind to his own divine kingdom, thus preventing the core from being directly controlled.
But Lind succeeded; his counterattack severed the connection between the divine realm and the ruler (Tiorantis) and the source of power (the magic network).
The result was that Linde, the mortal who had severely damaged the gods, was trapped in a god kingdom that was losing stability, isolated from the outside world, and no longer under the direct control of the gods... a godless (or out-of-control) kingdom!
Linde slowly stood up and looked around at this desolate place that was slowly crumbling, yet contained the magical mysteries and immense energy accumulated by Tiorantis over countless years.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a calculating glint flashing in his cold purple eyes. He muttered to himself, his voice clearly audible amidst the magnificent ruins where the laws of nature wailed:
"Connection lost... God's Kingdom without a master..."
“Tiolandis, you sent me here as an exile, but it may also be... handing over your last treasure.”
"It seems that until we find a way back..."
His gaze fell upon the city of rune towers in the distance, and deeper still, upon the core region of the divine kingdom, which emanated the largest yet most chaotic energy fluctuations.
"...I need to take over the management of this 'no man's land' first."
Crisis can also be an opportunity. For Lind, who possesses the "Deconstruction Aura" and yearns for knowledge and power, a divine kingdom that has lost its master and contains the ultimate secrets of magic may be a treasure trove and testing ground more precious than any ruin...
The only question is whether he can survive in this crumbling cage, which may harbor hidden contingencies left by Tiolantis, and find his way back, or even... completely digest and absorb this divine legacy.
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