Lightning struck the target, erupting in a deafening roar.
When the dust cleared, the Evil God was unscathed. Even more terrifying, Ian clearly saw that the lightning energy was absorbed by the Evil God's skin, becoming part of the light wings behind him.
"A nice try."
The Evil God nodded approvingly, "But your magic is ineffective against me, Ian. I have absorbed the talents of all the wizards in this city, including those wizards more knowledgeable than you."
"I am magic itself; all things must merge with me." On the light wings behind him, several familiar faces twisted in pain and then returned to calm.
"I would rather be burned to ashes by your 'light' than bow down to a blasphemous monster like you!" Ian roared. This time he no longer used a single attack spell.
The tip of the magic wand burst into a rainbow of light, ancient spells swirling around him like stars. Space began to warp, time seemed to stand still, and elemental power roared madly.
This was Compound Magic.
Attempts Ian once made with magic like Sectemsempra.
Of course, the Ian of today was not comparable to his past self. It wasn't just a simple fusion; he summoned all he had learned, combining Space Folding, Time Acceleration, Elemental Annihilation, Soul Shock, and other multiple laws, forming an unprecedented torrent of Compound Magic imbued with destructive power.
It poured towards the Evil God like a river breaking through a dam!
The magic torrent struck the Evil God, finally not completely ineffective. The divine radiance on his body fluctuated violently, while the seven golden wheels emitted a strained shriek. The "Eye of the Ra" on his chest flickered rapidly, even dimming for a moment. The Evil God's body was pushed slightly back by the immense force, but he soon steadied himself, with a newfound hint of... amusement and deeper greed on that perfect visage.
"Interesting. Mage. Your tricks are ineffective against me. I possess the knowledge of all magic schools and understand the principles of all spells. Before me, magic is as harmless as a baby's cry." The Evil God's voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of admiration, "But you are indeed unique."
"Ian. Your magical talent is a rare 'gift'."
"Let me... absorb it, make it a perfect part of me." As he said this, it sounded as casual as discussing trivial matters, with not the slightest hint of impropriety.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the "holy" light around the Evil God suddenly transformed into a potent suction force, forming a massive swirling vortex. Ian's magical torrent, which was enough to tear through space, was forcibly distorted and pulled, as if all rivers return to the sea, completely drawn into the Evil God's body!
Even more terrifying, Ian could feel that the will he gathered while casting, his comprehension of magic, and even that moment's rage and determination were being siphoned away as if by an invisible straw!
To become nourishment for the Evil God!
"Why not worship when you see the great sun?"
The Evil God's voice suddenly became grand, reverberating over the entire city. This sentence seemed to carry some kind of magic. Ian felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Golden spots of light began to appear at the edge of his vision, accompanied by sweet whispers urging him to lay down his arms and join the blissful collective.
His knees became heavy once more.
It was as if countless hands were pulling him to kneel.
Then.
To fall into that sweetly poisonous embrace of all things.