Chapter 1164: Advancement — Capítulo 1164

, "I am Kukulkan, the God of Slaughter!"

After accepting the Nightmare Hydra's authorization, a terrifying Field instantly materialised around Leylin's Chip avatar, as if he were the original god Leylin.

[Faith Channel intact, Divinity bestowal normal!]

The Chip also refreshed streams of data.

The Chip avatar was merely a relay station. In truth, Leylin's true body could now draw upon the power of the divine realm as well, wielding all the might of a true god — most of his previous divine rank capabilities had been preserved as well.

Alongside the Chip's mechanical voice, Leylin suddenly felt his true body beginning to connect with that vast sea of faith.

The divine power and faith the avatar had accumulated over decades began streaming ceaselessly into the Nightmare Hydra behind him, a sensation of growing power continuously surging forth.

The Emotion Power he had collected, combined with the strength the avatar had amassed, began propelling Leylin toward a higher realm!

[Ding! Host bloodline evolution detected! Emotion Power accumulation complete! Beginning advancement to Rank 8 Warlock!]

Leylin's true body was currently at the peak of Rank 7 Warlock.

To advance to Rank 8 Warlock, what was needed was not merely comprehension of the Laws, nor simply meeting bloodline standards, but most critically, the accumulation of power.

However, after the massive plundering and accumulation from the World of Gods, and having merged with the god avatar, Leylin had satisfied all the conditions.

At this point, advancing to Rank 8 Warlock was as natural as water flowing downhill.

"Hsss..."

The Nightmare Hydra roared ceaselessly, its heads representing [Devour], [Greed], [Slaughter], and [Death] spewing forth power exclusive to the Laws.

A perfect prototype of the Path of Original Sin gradually materialised behind the Nightmare Hydra, carrying an aura of ancient desolation, even repelling the primal force of the World of Gods.

Time seemed to pass in a mere instant, yet also spanned millions of years.

When Leylin came back to his senses, all the energy within his body had fused into one. The terrifying, peak-level Law-infused bloodline power began rippling through and filling every single cell.

With a raise of Leylin's hand, a dark force materialized, threaded with faint veins of crimson.

"The fusion of the power of Laws and bloodline power, infused with the power of dreams... It has already undergone a leap and evolution, and through the transformation of the ultimate path, it has become something entirely my own. It is the power of my Path..."

Sensing the tremendous force within — vast and deep as an abyssal ocean — Leylin's smile broadened. "I shall name it the 'Power of Original Sin.' This is the power that belongs solely to me, Leylin Farlier, the Lord of Original Sin!"

Only then did he glance at the Chip's status panel, where multiple messages had already refreshed.

[Ding! Host has advanced to eighth-level Warlock! Obtained Power of Original Sin!]

[Ding! Under the influence of the Nightmare Hydra bloodline, Host's Devour talent has advanced to eighth level! Obtained Innate Wizardry — Devour World!]

[Innate Wizardry — Devour World: The Law of Devour has reached its limit within the Host. Amplified by the power of other Laws, the Host has gained the ability to Devour World. The Nightmare Hydra can devour planes, dimensional spaces, and even small worlds, completely absorbing all bloodline power, emotions, and even portions of Laws contained within...]

"The upper limit is devouring an entire small world? What a terrifying talent..."

Leylin sighed. The small worlds within the Astral Plane, however humble, each held populations of hundreds of millions with abundant Primordial Force — enough to produce seventh-level Wizards!

Yet now, before Leylin's eyes, such small worlds had been reduced to the status of mere food — wretched things.

[Ding! Detecting change in Host data. Re-collecting...]

[Ding! World shift detected. Due to the influence of world Laws, recalibrating base units. Using avatar-recorded data on the Gods as reference...]

The Chip worked rapidly and soon displayed the recalibrated data before Leylin.

Abilities: Dream Vision, Legendary Primordial Force Sensing, Illusion Mastery, Reality Alteration, Supernatural Slaughter, Death Decree] "In the World of Gods, the physical attributes have been recalculated according to the World of Gods' Laws?"

Leylin gazed at this data, which used the Warlock template as its foundation while retaining a vast number of divine abilities, and a strange arc curved upon his lips.

"Even for a Greater God, the physical stats only hover around 50, but I'm only an eighth-tier Warlock. Converted, that's only a Mid-tier God, yet in this regard I've already surpassed a great number of Greater Gods..."

This was actually quite understandable.

First of all, a god's power lay in their Divine Kingdom and their faith. That was fundamentally different from Wizards, whose might resided entirely within themselves. It was perfectly natural for a god's physical body to be somewhat weaker, since the amplification from their Divine Kingdom and faith more than made up for it.

Second, Leylin's current strength was simply far too overwhelming.

Even though he hadn't yet reached the absolute peak of the eighth tier, he already had the embryonic form of his own Path. His road ahead was clear and smooth, and his combat power was extraordinary—infinitely close to that of a peak eighth-tier Wizard. The gap between his stats and those of an ordinary eighth-tier Wizard was simply staggering.

"This is what true power feels like... the power to hold the lives of all other supreme beings in my hands!!!"

After ascending to eighth-tier Warlock, Leylin didn't spare the Material World a single glance.

It had already become a landscape of misery. Whether it was the Rules Wizards who had just invaded, or the ancient Wizard wills that had been unleashed, even just a handful of them stirring up chaos was enough to cause severe upheaval among the gods.

And the fall of the Weave Goddess, along with the collapse of the Weave itself, had thrown the entire world into utter disarray.

After killing the Weave Goddess and destroying a portion of the Shadow of Distortion's will, no one was foolish enough to face Leylin directly. His Divine Kingdom's surroundings remained, for the most part, peaceful.

"A Wizard's ascension—how can it be celebrated without the blood of other beings?"

Leylin smiled faintly and took a single step forward, arriving at the fourth layer of Hell, the front line where the devils clashed with the hunter legions.

Gazing upon the endless tide of steel-armored devils, he simply breathed out a single word: "Original Sin!"

"Hsss..."

The phantom of the Nightmare Hydra materialized behind Leylin, its terrifying maw seeming to transform into a black hole.

The dark, blood-veined power of Original Sin spread outward, and every devil caught in its range instantly crumbled to ash, their very souls devoured by the Nightmare Hydra.

At this moment, four of the Hydra's heads had become like black holes, ceaselessly devouring everything related to Original Sin. The devils—creatures who were inherently evil—had no hope of survival.

The entire fourth layer of Hell fell into dead silence in an instant, broken only by the emergence of six figures—the Lords of Hell.

"It's a Wizard!"

Asmodeus, the oldest of the devils, stared at Leylin and a look of sheer terror crept across his face.

That expression of gravity and terror pushed to the absolute extreme—Glasya had never before seen it on her father's face.

"According to the most ancient covenant—when facing Wizards, even devils and demons must abandon their age-old enmities, end the Blood War, and even join forces with the Gods… for this is a catastrophe that threatens the entire multiverse…"

Asmodeus murmured, his hands trembling slightly as he turned to the final page of the black, brick-like Covenant Book in his grasp.

"If those Wizards cannot be stopped, it means the end of everything…"

Devils were, by nature, beings of strict order. After seeing Leylin's true Wizard form, the fear and hatred embedded in every strand of their genes—down to the very molecules of their souls—began to surface without restraint.

Samael, Levistus, Glasya, Belphegor, and Mephistopheles cast aside all their differences and united in a roar: "Get out… you Wizards, more evil than devils, more chaotic than demons—you wellspring of all wickedness! Get out of devil territory!!!!"

Every single Lord of Hell possessed at least seventh-rank strength in the Laws, and with an unfathomable Asmodeus added to the mix, the combined power of their alliance was something even the Gods would have to fear.

However, the Leylin of today was long past being that minor God of Slaughter.

After advancing to the eighth rank as a Warlock and gaining the embryo of his own Path, unless he was fighting within the Divine Kingdom of a Greater God, or besieged by several Greater Gods at once, there was nothing in this moment that Leylin feared!

"Do you know why I chose to build my Divine Kingdom in Hell? Evading the Gods was only one reason… the other was to harvest your power…"

The Nightmare Hydra materialised behind Leylin, and the other phantom serpent heads fixed the Lords of Hell with greedy gazes that made them shudder to their very cores.

"Your power will fuel my ascension! Consider it an honor—you shall become part of the foundation for my Path of Original Sin!"

As Leylin's declaration echoed out, the void shuddered, and a weapon of supreme sharpness tore through space itself and descended from above.

It was a weapon of extraordinarily strange construction, bearing the characteristics of broadswords, sabers, hook spears, halberds, cross swords, maces, and battle axes—as though it were some primeval beast from the dawn of time, thirsting to be drenched in blood.

Blinding Primordial Force rippled ceaselessly across its form, shattering the surrounding void again and again.

A Primordial Weapon! A Supreme Artifact! Power enough to slay gods—the pinnacle forged by an ancient civilisation merged with the Chip, after centuries of Leylin's tireless efforts, was finally on the verge of awakening.

"Hsss…"

The Nightmare Hydra roared, and from each of its nine serpentine heads, streams of dark energy surged forth, inscribing additional patterns upon the fearsome weapon—and seemingly honing its edge.

"From this day forward, you shall be my Supreme Artifact—the Seven Deadly Sins!!!"