Chapter 439: Fusing Oma

Never think you are smarter than others at any time; weakness and ignorance have never been obstacles to survival, arrogance is.

When Jiang Xia entered this space and saw Tanatos's container, he already understood most of the key of this matter; when using the Magic Power Circulation System, he used his own magic to buy some sugar donuts for Cao Zhenqingren on that pink small RV, and then he noticed the endpoint of the magic flow.

As a result, when he followed the circulation lines to check how much magic the Magic Kingdom had accumulated over the years, he found that the container's magic had almost run out, and at that point he already understood that it had been consumed.

Thus time became quite ample; Jiang Xia could patiently listen to their entire plan and scheme, and let their plan go bankrupt.

Hearing Jiang Xia's words, Oma merely gave a cold laugh, still boasting at this time; it seems he still does not realize how terrifying the fusion would be.

From the moment they truly fused, their lives were sublimated; weakness and aging no longer existed, they possessed the power to reduce this world to nothingness, an indestructible body, infinite magic, and eternal life.

Such he possessed power surpassing all mages; in his eyes, all magic was merely the simplest lines.

All elements in this world were under his control; those who relied on magic stones to cast magic were completely unaware of the world's essence.

"The Philosopher's Stone in your hand will let my flag be planted across all territories of both worlds; let your blood become the first step of my world conquest!"

Oma clenched his fist; magic enough to flood the sky surged from his body, the world's surrounding elements wildly gathered within him, gradually forming a square golden magic formation above him, countless golden lightning bolts burst forth, like threads gradually wrapping around his body.

At the moment his transformation completed, golden light burst from his body like a blazing sun; everyone in the Magic Kingdom heard an indescribable roar, and in the tower standing at the capital's center, countless cracks spread rapidly across the walls.

The spreading cracks were filled with flowing purple, indicating magic had reached its peak, even affecting the tower's operation itself.

At this moment, the continually crumbling tower's interior suddenly ejected several magic formations; the Magic Tower is the city's center and most important position, and over the long ages countless mages have reinforced it with their respective skilled formations; logically this tower should be the hardest thing in the Magic Kingdom, yet now the tower has begun to deteriorate.

The Court Magicians stationed outside the room immediately felt the floor rapidly trembling, while the magic formations engraved inside the tower began to disappear one by one.

"Use every means! Use every means! Do not let the tower collapse! Once the tower falls, the country is doomed!" shouted the captain of the Court Magicians.

Once the tower collapses, the impact is not merely residents being injured by falling debris; more importantly, this is the central point of the Magic Power Circulation System.

Once the tower collapses, the magic within will lose control, like placing a burning match beside a fuel drum; even more terrifying, the explosion of that fuel drum would be comparable to a nuclear bomb, capable of turning the entire nation into historical dust within seconds.

His staff burst forth with blinding white light, channeling all of his magic into the staff, which resembled a wooden stick.

The vine-like grooves on the surface of the wooden staff kept filling and converging to a point, then shot out toward the continually crumbling wall.

The other members, under the captain's roar, also pointed their staffs at the wall, releasing pale purple magic from their bodies; all the magic gathered, forming a thin veil on the tower's exterior, from outside to inside enveloping the tottering tower, barely preventing its destruction.

As Court Magicians, they could not imagine what kind of mage could destroy the tower; even all of them together could not damage the wall, let alone cause the tower to lose control entirely.

They could only barely support, using their own strength to replace the failed formations, continually propping it up.

"We can only hope for Lord Oma." the captain thought silently, believing Oma's strength would surely discover the tower's problem and repair the formations.

When the shaking ceased, Oma, enveloped in the golden magic formation, tore through the dust with a golden claw, and golden scales replaced the robe of the golden mage.

Two golden horns extended backward, while the black gem on his faceplate completely split, and a pallid skeletal hand on the back of his head replaced the golden stripes on that gem's face.

At the same time, both shoulders were covered by that pallid skull; a black cloak extended downward from the skull, but stained with bloody, tattered marks; the gauntlet at his waist was replaced by a blood-soaked hand bone, and the black‑gold stripes on his chest resembled a flayed human head, gruesome beyond measure.

"What a perfect posture this is!"

Oma clenched his hands; this was the ultimate power he had dreamed of, why wait until now to transform? Naturally to obtain his opponent's astonished and fearful gaze, then let him watch helplessly as Oma became the king ruling the world in the white mage's despair.

Finally he also wanted to take the phantom born from the white mage's despair as his subordinate, to keep him respectful toward Oma.

When he looked at the white mage with his black‑hole eyes, a surging rage rose within him; that gaze was full of contempt and disgust, but he did not see the fear he truly wanted to see; even facing this appearance, he only felt contempt, as if looking at something filthy.

"Why aren't you afraid of me? Why aren't you afraid of me? You should be afraid of me, and hold awe for this perfect form of mine!" Oma bared his death‑white fangs and roared at Jiang Xia before him.

He always remembered that defeat, how in just a few seconds the white mage defeated him with a single move, the greatest disgrace of his mage career; he constantly wanted to regain face, he excitedly recounted everything he had experienced, just to see the white mage's fearful gaze, rather than looking at trash and feeling bland contempt toward himself.

"You should be able to sense my power, so why aren't you afraid?" Oma asked again, his expression mad.

"With your current appearance, do you even deserve to make me afraid?" Jiang Xia said lightly, "I think you've sucked magic until your brain is ruined."

This is the truth; Oma's current appearance truly shows a broken mind, his spirit somewhat unstable, yet as a madman his combat ability is not weak.

A madman can at least take on three normal people.

"Wait until I kill you, I will personally split open your brain so you die in despair." Oma said somewhat hysterically. (End of chapter)