Chapter 370: The Arrival of the Divine Kingdom

The Wish Spell is a particularly special type of magic. Even ordinary spells, even those at the ninth level, cannot interrupt its effects—they can only take effect afterward!
Thus, Donald also used a legendary Wish Spell from the same category!
The effects of a legendary Wish Spell far exceed those of a ninth-level one, due to the difference in the level of the laws governing them. In fact, even if Donald used a ninth-level Wish Spell against the Bone Duke, it would largely prevent his spells from succeeding. But Donald always preferred to be cautious, avoiding mistakes due to underestimation, so hewithout hesitationly chose to use the more costly legendary Wish Spell.
Unable to restore his body and with his teleportation spells restricted, the Bone Duke immediately decided to endure the enemy’s attacks and flee without looking back.
Having experienced countless battles, he had developed an instinctive ability to assess situations, knowing that staying on the battlefield in such circumstances was pure suicide.
As long as he could keep his Soul Flame alive, he would have a chance to start over even if his strength was greatly diminished! Moreover, he still possessed two powerful top-tier sub-divine artifacts. If he could fully master them, rising to the level of a true god wouldn’t be a problem!
But Donald wouldn’t give him such a chance. The divine light of the Book of Truth coiled like a serpent around the Bone Duke and enveloped the two sub-divine artifacts.
With a higher-tier divine artifact against sub-divine artifacts, the sheer difference in rank was enormous. Moreover, the Bone Duke hadn’t fully mastered those artifacts, so Donald easily separated them from him and suppressed them within the Book of Truth.
“No…”
Having lost the two sub-divine artifacts, Yasin was filled with rage and fury.
At that moment, Donald, who had just cast the legendary Wish Spell, spoke to the demi-god skeleton once again.
“Command: Intimidation!”
This command spell targeted the soul level. Any being with a soul would be affected, especially Donald’s legendary command spells, whose effects could even influence true gods. Not to mention a weakened demi-god like the Bone Duke—even a powerful demi-god at his peak couldn’t avoid them.
With the combined effect of the legendary command spells and Carlisle, Yasin, the ruler of the Bone Wasteland realm, was quickly dismembered, and his Soul Flame was extracted from his skull to become part of Donald’s soul energy reserves.
Even the remaining bones, refined over years by the power of a demi-god, were considered excellent materials for demi-god artifacts and were all taken away.
“Damn you, people from the main world!”

“You filthy pigs, how dare you invade the Abyss…”
Unlike the Bone Duke’s calmness, the King of Force Demons, who had suffered successive blows today, was still struggling desperately.
Seeing his old rival fall, Ahab felt no joy at all—instead, he felt a sense of sorrow as if a companion had perished. Among the unexpected enemies that appeared were also his old “friend,” the former ruler of the Eighth Layer of the Abyss, the semi-divine Abyssal Sorcerer Amps, whom he had sold to the Spider Queen as a sex slave.
So Ahab knew that the situation today was likely to end badly!
“The great will of the Abyss will not spare you…”
It was only Amps who took action; Donald and Carlisle simply stood by to prevent the King of Force Demons from escaping, allowing Amps to vent his years of resentment.
Nonsense! This was a true god!
If his divine body could be obtained, its value would far exceed that of any elementary artifact, not to mention the complete divine essence of a true god!
As for Chikofield, this high-level lich had initially intended to help the newcomers after the Bone Duke’s fall. After all, Yessin held his life capsule in his hands, and with a mere thought, he could make it vanish completely. So he didn’t dare reveal his identity while the Bone Duke was still conscious!
But after witnessing Donald effortlessly defeating the Bone Duke and then surrounding the now-divinized King of Force Demons on the battlefield, this former archmage, who had experienced countless fierce battles, couldn’t help but exclaim, “How long has he become a legendary mage? He already masters two legendary spells, and they’re not just ordinary ones! And he’s only twenty years old, right?”
Besides the legendary spells unique to legendary mages, past archmages and powerful legendary masters had also created many common legendary spells that any legendary mage could learn—of course, depending on how well they understood the underlying principles involved!
Some difficult legendary spells took decades or even centuries to master, with some legendary mages spending a hundred years just to grasp them initially. On the other hand, if the principles applied matched their area of expertise, they might master a legendary spell in just one or two years, or even a few months.
Thus, a mage like Donald, who could independently derive and create two legendary spells upon entering the realm of legend, could be considered a one-in-a-million genius, possessing far greater potential and advantages than ordinary legendary mages!
“It seems that reviving the legacy of mages and restoring Banai’s glory may well be achieved through this young mage!”

With this thought, Chikofield hesitated no longer and had already made up his mind. With the fall of the Bone Duke, the Higher Lich’s life capsule was no longer under control. Chikofield immediately teleported back to the Fortress of Thousands of Bones to retrieve his own life capsule and took the opportunity to plunder the most precious treasures from the Bone Duke’s thousand-year collection. If not for the limited storage space, he would have taken even all those lower-grade materials and equipment! Then, before the battle ended, he rushed back to help Donald and the others hold the line. Killing a true god might be easy, especially with half-gods and legends like Donald joining forces, and the enemy true god being in an utterly disadvantageous position, severely weakened with no backup forces. But if a true god tried to escape at all costs or destroy itself along with its enemies, it couldn’t be stopped by ordinary means! However, Donald was prepared for this. In just a few breaths while Amps kept Ahaz, who still had some strength left, occupied, he had already summoned a golden, book-shaped phantom. At the same time, a force that seemed to be a domain descended upon the battlefield, enveloping the King of Force Demons, Amps, and himself. Ahaz, about to unleash its final burst of power to escape, thought its opponent was using a legendary domain but didn’t take it seriously—its last trump card was beyond even a legendary domain’s resistance. But when that “domain” enveloped it, Ahaz realized things were bad! For that golden “domain” wasn’t really a domain at all; the powerful rules flowing within were beyond even legendary warriors’ reach. “God…” It only managed to utter half a word before both the two demons, including Amps, vanished instantly. Looking up at the dark red, cloud-covered, and increasingly eerie sky of the Abyssal World, Donald, who had withdrawn the golden domain, said solemnly, “I’ll leave this place to you. Clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible. We probably don’t have much time left!” After giving instructions to Carlisle, handing him two empty Soul Balls, and nodding at Chikofield, he too disappeared from that spot. Not to mention the Legendary Sword Saint and the Higher Lich remaining to clean up the remaining demon cores and undead on the battlefield, just the King of Force Demons felt as if a mountain weighed on it once it was trapped in an unfamiliar space, barely able to stand upright.

But when it raised its head to see this vast world and the magnificent city before it, greedy flames ignited in its eyes.
“This is a divine kingdom! At least a large-scale divine kingdom established by a being of mid-tier god or higher…”
Such a divine kingdom falling into the hands of a mortal meant its true master had perished. With a strength that barely reached the demi-god level, it was impossible to gain recognition from the core of the divine kingdom. Thus, the King of Force Demons immediately felt as if a huge opportunity had fallen into its lap.
Ahaz, who had already become a true god, hadn’t had time to establish his own divine kingdom. His original plan was to transform the Eighth Layer of the Abyssal Demonic Realm into a divine kingdom, becoming a being with both dominion over the abyssal realm and the status of a true god. Although this approach would give him less control over the kingdom than establishing one from scratch, it was still a good option.
Now, an unclaimed divine kingdom lay before him—one worth far more than the Abyssal Demonic Realm. By seizing its core, he could immediately gain basic rights to become its master. How could this not fill him with greed?
Amphus, who was transported to the divine kingdom at the same time as the King of Force Demons, faced the same suppression. But knowing the situation well, he didn’t resist and simply stood there, watching Ahaz with a mocking gaze.
“Still dreaming wildly at the brink of death? How dare you, a foolish force demon, covet the divine kingdom of your great master?”
Just as the King of Force Demons was lost in delusional fantasies and hadn’t yet taken action, Donald, the culprit behind it all, appeared in the divine kingdom.
“It’s you—detestable mortal!”
Ahaz’s fantasies were interrupted, and he immediately recalled his past hatred, glaring angrily at him.
In his eyes, a mortal was merely a lucky fool who had stumbled upon the divine kingdom; they couldn’t possibly understand its rules and were also under suppression. He could deal with them in one strike. As for Amphus, that abyssal demon, he wasn’t even a match for him—just a minor hassle at most.
“To foolishly bring a true god into an unclaimed divine kingdom is like inviting robbers to plunder your home!”
But just as Ahaz planned to use his ultimate trump card to deal with the demi-god demon first, he panicked to find that his supernatural power couldn’t lock onto its target—something that hadn’t happened in ten thousand years!
“How is this possible? Impossible! There must be a mistake—you’re just a mortal. How could you possibly control the rules of a divine kingdom?”

With a mere thought, Donald used the rules of his divine kingdom to divert his opponent’s extraordinary divine power to empty space as soon as he appeared. Having gained one-tenth of the authority of his divine kingdom, it was quite easy for him to do this. The rules of the Kingdom of Truth were simply too powerful; even with just one-tenth of the authority, it far exceeded the power that ordinary lower gods could exert in their own divine kingdoms.