Chapter 904 Extraordinary Power
Ah, whatever. I'll just tag along—not like I'll get a chance to make a move anyway. As long as I stick around in Radiance Fortress, maybe I can scrape together a few points, and if I manage to snag some perks, even better.
There are so many alchemical golems here. If I could control a few, I wouldn’t have to rely on Leon Merlin’s mood. Damn it—me, the first heir of the George Family in the Odin Kingdom, reduced to this, forced to watch the face of some Greendale bumpkin.
Worst of all, that bumpkin is just ridiculously strong. Forget Leon Merlin—even his underlings could crush me without breaking a sweat...
By this point, Wagner had completely given up. He just followed along, determined not to lift a finger in any fight. If they wouldn’t let him leave, he’d just watch the spectacle—and if danger came and everyone died, that’d be ideal...
Leon Merlin paid no attention to Wagner’s little schemes. He hadn’t planned on letting Wagner fight anyway. The real reason was that, barring surprises, Wagner was probably a descendant of Bill George—that mysterious, slightly unhinged Sky Rank powerhouse. Who knew what hidden dangers he might bring?
Throughout his life, Bill George barely cared about anything. His subordinates were all alchemical golems; the only thing that ever made him seem remotely human was the fact that he left behind blood descendants—and he actually valued them quite a bit.
In his later years, when one of his favored descendants was killed, Bill George personally led his army of alchemical golems to raze the enemy family. That battle drew out a slew of top-tier powerhouses, and only then did Bill George finally retreat with his golem army.
That’s why Leon Merlin brought Wagner along. Someone with Bill George’s bloodline would surely come in handy here.
The group made their way through the abandoned alchemical golem assembly line, slowly approaching the heart of the underground base.
Just as they stepped out of the massive assembly line, the rock golem scouting ahead was instantly vaporized by a scorching ray as thick as an arm...
The three-meter-tall rock golem vanished without a trace—not even a fragment remained. It disappeared in the blink of an eye...
Without hesitation, Leon uttered three notes. The ground ahead swelled, and a mound of earth rose up, forming a wall over two meters thick and seven or eight meters high. Runes shimmered across its surface, rapidly fortifying the wall until it gleamed like metal.
After casting the earth wall spell, Leon led the group in a steady retreat, his voice weaving continuous incantations. Behind him, the phantom of a colossal arcane wheel materialized, runes swirling within its shadow, pouring forth in a torrent to reinforce the earthen barrier.
In an instant, countless runes linked together, forming chains that spread from the wall and snaked across the earth, covering a radius of more than thirty meters.
Within a single second, Leon accomplished all this—erecting the strongest possible defensive earth wall, then reinforcing it with a dozen stabilization spells. Runes anchored the wall to the surrounding ground, boosting its defense to an unimaginable degree.
Yet Leon kept retreating. The others, sensing the imminent crisis, followed him without the slightest hesitation.
Sure enough, the next moment, a barrage of scorching rays as thick as arms spanned hundreds of meters, slamming into the earthen wall. The ground trembled violently.
Cracks split open across the thirty-meter radius, the earth fracturing like porcelain, riddled with a web of fissures.
A second later, the earth wall exploded, scattering debris in all directions...
Three scorching rays, thick as tree trunks, pierced through the spot where Leon had just stood, as if distance meant nothing to them.
Where the rays passed, air was forcibly displaced, space itself warped. Even after the beams faded, the marks of their passage lingered in the air—space torn and unable to heal at once, testament to the sheer force unleashed...
"Damn, what kind of monster fires scorching rays as thick as a human arm...?"
Andefa cried out in terror, shaken to the core. A normal scorching ray is barely as thick as a finger; even with extreme magic, doubling that is impressive. And typical rays burn a deep red, but these—these blazed with blinding light, almost the color of the sun.
Such features only appear at the brink of ultimate spellcasting power!
Leon frowned slightly, eyes fixed on the distant alchemical golem.
It looked like a grotesquely enlarged spider—eight legs, each seven or eight meters high, a head crowned with eight cold, dark eyes, its body covered in dense rune markings. The magical waves pulsing from its swollen abdomen pressed down on the heart like a stone.
Sky Rank...
A true Sky Rank alchemical golem—and a mutated one at that!
Those casually fired scorching rays packed the punch of an ordinary eighth-tier attack spell, far surpassing the expected power of a scorching ray. Only transcendent power could achieve this.
"Be careful. This is a genuine Sky Rank alchemical golem. It's only level forty, but compared to a thirty-ninth-level golem, the difference is night and day. It can already wield transcendent power."
The massive spider golem's eight legs were like gigantic blades, its fine hairs formed of countless sharp barbs—no one would mistake those limbs for mere decoration.
Leon raised his Dragonstaff, crimson flames surged from his body, and he instantly towered into a six- or seven-meter-tall elemental of fire.
Behind him, the phantom of the arcane wheel reappeared, runes swirling within. In his left hand, he now held the Book of Death.
A terrifying aura of magic radiated from Leon. For the first time since advancing to Tier Four Title Archmage, he was preparing to fight with everything he had.
Reina, meanwhile, let out a low dragon's roar and leapt into the air, transforming in an instant into a graceful, slender frost dragon. Unlike ordinary frost dragons, crystalline horns sprouted from her brow, her body shifting in form, surrounded by countless rune-forged spheres of ice. Frost elements instinctively clustered around her.
Her draconic aura surged to more than double its previous strength—this was the first time Reina had taken on her frost dragon form after fusing with the ancient venom dragon's magic crystal.
On the other side, runes began to crawl across the alchemical golem's body, as if emerging from within. They collided and combined, brewing countless spells that could erupt at any moment.
Even Andefa turned serious, his three faces shifting positions, the Arcane Wheel spinning wildly as waves of magic rippled outward like a rising tide.
As everyone unleashed their full strength, the spider golem opened its maw and spewed a crimson torrent—a scorching ray thicker than a human thigh, warping the space around it as it erupted.
The acrid stench of burning spread. From the moment the ray appeared to when it spanned hundreds of meters and crashed before Leon, less than a second had passed...
Leon brandished his Dragonstaff, and runes surged from the arcane wheel behind him. The earth rumbled and shook.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
A series of muffled booms rang out as six Gates of Eskrym, each more than a meter thick, rose from the ground. But the scorching ray blasted through them.
Boom, boom, boom...
In an instant, the six Gates of Eskrym shattered into a flurry of icy shards, which were vaporized by the heat before they even hit the ground.
The scorching ray was only slightly slowed by the six gates before hurtling on toward Leon.
Leon frowned, using the brief window to cast Flame Flash and reappear more than ten meters away.
He watched as the ray tore through hundreds of meters, vanishing into the distance, leaving gaping holes in everything it touched. The scorched marks on space lingered, and Leon knew trouble was brewing.
This spell had already surpassed the limits of a Title Archmage—it was imbued with transcendent power, easily matching a standard ninth-tier attack spell.
The Gates of Eskrym may be hailed as the strongest frost defense spell beneath the transcendent tier, but even six gates could only buy a moment's time.
This is transcendent power!
Before, when facing more than thirty spellcasting alchemical golems, all at least level thirty-five, Leon needed only three Gates of Eskrym to easily hold them off. If he wanted, the enemy's rate of destruction couldn't match his casting speed.
But that method was useless against this Sky Rank golem. No defensive spell could withstand its assault—at best, they could only delay it long enough to dodge.
That single strike marked the true beginning of the battle. The spider golem glared with its eight icy eyes, its long legs shifting with terrifying speed—its massive body posed no hindrance, covering dozens of meters in a second.
As the spider golem charged, its hardened runes lit up one after another.
Each stride unleashed hundreds of golden beams from its eight legs, like a hundred master archers loosing arrows at once.
A chorus of shrill, piercing sounds stretched into an endless scream. Countless spikes tore through the air, shattering sonic booms the instant they appeared.
Ah...
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