Transcendent Dawn
Chapter 806

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A tentacle coiled up, scratching at Dami’s face.

He laughed, “Magic tutor, you are too superficial…

The so-called ‘beauty and ugliness’ are merely human definitions.

Once you discard these constraints, you will see the real world!”

“Human transformation?”

Ilya looked at Dami and suddenly smiled, “I’m a bit interested now, you all stay here…”

With her words, magical runes automatically emerged in the void.

“She can even control her own dreams?”

Samo exclaimed in surprise.

“Magic power…

...

omnipotent!”

Accompanied by Ilya’s faint words, countless magic symbols formed chains, heavily binding the three of them.

“Ilya…

you really have kept a lot from teaching us.”

A chill ran through Dami’s heart.

However, they had ultimately ‘become non-human’.

Even as chains pierced through their bodies, causing flesh to fly about, they were rapidly healing.

Even their forms turned into wisps of mist, trying to escape the range of the ‘Magic Lock’.

“A sixth-level magic tutor, the true power obtained, is…

control!”

Ilya’s calm voice spread, “Controlling the most minute magic, controlling everything about oneself…

even dreams!

You…

cannot escape!”

Within her words, the figures of Dami and the others reappeared from the mist.

Their expressions turned from horror to determination as they shouted a name in the Vormont Language, “Montiq!”

“Montiq!”

“Montiq!”

Crack!

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, responding to the call of the revered name.

Thick tentacles stretched out directly from the clouds, like a gigantic octopus trying to overturn the Floating City.

In the realm of dreams, ‘Floating City’ represented Ilya’s private domain; this was a powerful extraneous force trying to corrupt her spirit.

“What a magnificent existence this is… far surpassing the realm of the sixth level!”

Ilya’s eyes shone brightly, “Seventh level… Divine?

There are Divines in this world?”

“Have you witnessed the might of our master?”

“Ilya, won’t you embrace our master?”

Dami and Samo shouted vehemently.

But they were directly and splendidly ignored.

Ilya looked at the enormous tentacles, her face alight with eagerness to try, “Magic Net!”

Layer upon layer of Magic Net appeared behind her, piercing into her body through a black channel.

Instantly, Ilya’s form swelled, transforming into a female Giant.

“Thunder and lightning!”

She roared, her hands brimming with lightning.

The mere aftereffects swept across, blasting the bodies of individuals like Dami apart, leaving no trace of them behind.

“Flames!”

Ilya spoke again, and amidst the thunder, strands of flame appeared.

Crack!

The flame-engulfed lightning struck the thick tentacles directly, severing a huge section which then oozed a pus-like, stinking fluid.

From within the dark clouds, it seemed as if a presence was roaring in response.

More tentacles reached out.

Upon seeing this, far from feeling fear, Ilya burst out laughing, “So this is…

a Divine?”

The vast thunder Array appeared again, entwining with the numerous tentacles.

After a long while, the dark clouds dispersed.

Ilya stood atop the Floating City, her expression growing serious, “I can feel that It couldn’t exert all Its strength, It was just a fraction of Its power being transferred here.

Is this the nature of a Divine…?”

After pondering, numerous magic symbols appeared, sealing one of the thick tentacles.

The real world.

Ilya woke up and looked at her own palm.

On it, a section of an octopus-like flesh-colored tentacle had lost all vitality, like a shriveled sea creature, emitting a fishy odor.

“The controller of dreams…

the Evil God Montiq?”

Ilya thought for a moment, then quickly used magic to pass the command, “Open the lab, use the highest level…

In addition, the Brilliant accelerates, heading to Fatamar!”

In the tropical rainforest.

Three Floating Cities swiftly evacuated.

A few anguished exclamations came from the control room, “We were careless…

we didn’t expect Ilya to be so powerful…”

“If our Lord were to descend to the world, he would surely suppress her, but now…

we need to lie low.”

“The beheading plan has failed…

Thus, we can only hide and spread our Lord’s worship.”

After reaching a consensus, the three Floating Cities instantly turned into black dots and disappeared from sight.

…

Magic Calendar, year 125.

Gus City.

This is a small seaside city in the southern part of the Empire, with not many inhabitants and the highest-level magician it ever produced was only a fourth-grader, hence there were no Floating Cities guarding the skies above.

At night.

In the peace and quiet, most people had entered Dreamland.

Bitford too was sound asleep.

He was just an ordinary citizen of the city, the hard work during the day had already exhausted most of his strength, and the daily rye bread was barely enough to fill his stomach.

Only in his sleep could he find a bit of peace.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly intruded into his dream.

It was the roar of the waves, the sound of them crashing against the rocks.

The azure sea seemed to be calling out to him.

No!

It wasn’t the azure sea; under the dim sky, the sea had turned pitch black!

“Ah!”

He screamed, plummeting into the deep sea, his swimming skills completely useless.

And that wasn’t all.

Seaweed-like things were entwining his feet, pulling him down, down…

continuously falling into the dark depths.

Countless strands of seaweed surged out, almost swallowing him whole.

But right in the throes of suffocation, a voice became increasingly clear:

“Controller of Water…”

“Dominator of the Dream…”

“Great Sovereign of the Ancient Days…”

“Mont…”

…

“Ah!”

Bitford woke up, wiping the sweat from his forehead, “It was just a dream…”

Under the moonlight, he looked at his palms and suddenly became dazed.

For he saw fine scales reflecting light on the back of his hands.

“This is…

I don’t want to turn into a monster!”

Muttering to himself, he wanted to go out and seek help from a physician or a Lord Magician, but feared being treated as a monster.

“Damn it…

How could this happen!”

With a fierce punch, he hit the wooden bed plank.

Crack!

The bed plank caved in.

“My strength…

has it become this great?”

Bitford murmured to himself, a sudden joy emerging in his heart, “This is strength…

Transcendent strength!”

Compared to this, turning into a monster seemed acceptable.

…

Five years later.

Magic Calendar, year 130, a terrifying plague broke out in the coastal cities.

It was named ‘Sea of Nightmares.’

The infected would first dream of the sea, then be drawn in, scales appearing on their bodies, hence it was also called ‘Scale Plague.’

This plague had a fatality rate of about half, and those who were fortunate enough to survive experienced changes in their Constitution and temperament, as if they had become another race.

They worshipped the great Dominator — Montiq, and stirred up a new round of war on the continent.