Chapter 784: Annihilation Effect
But that wasn’t the end. Leon opened his mouth and released another note—this one crystallized like frost, spinning midair into a swirling vortex over ten meters wide. Countless Ice Spears, Ice Spikes, and Frost Roars melded together into a blizzard of frost magic, surging out like an endless tide of razor-edged ice shards.
The frost spellstorm collided with the flame spellstorm, forming two raging tempests—one red, one blue. Extreme heat and cold clashed in the air, instantly turning the already chaotic mana into a violent maelstrom.
With a thunderous boom, the two opposing torrents of wild magic crashed together. In the space between them, an eerie Annihilation Zone formed—every spell caught within was erased. A transparent barrier rapidly spread outward, and wherever it passed, all magic vanished strangely, as if calm had suddenly settled over that place.
The Dark Elves turned pale at the sight. Of course they knew what this meant—it was an Annihilation Storm. When wild flame and frost magic of equal strength collided, this bizarre Annihilation Storm would be born.
Both flame and frost spells were snuffed out, but that was hardly a blessing—if anything, it was terrifying. To instantly quiet such violent power, you needed something even more violent: a force so explosively intense that it became eerily silent.
As natural-born spellcasters, the Dark Elves had seen this before. Everyone who studied magic here had witnessed it firsthand—some even remembered a battle between two Dark Elves, one mastering flame magic, the other frost.
That fight became textbook legend in the Dark Elf Enclave. Both combatants were Title Archmages, equally matched. Their duel escalated until their spells released power of identical magnitude. When the magic annihilated itself, the Annihilation Storm swallowed them both—leaving not even a fragment of bone behind.
Now, seeing an Annihilation Storm on this scale—how could anyone not run?
The Dark Elves on the front lines didn’t hesitate. They fled, because under an Annihilation Storm like this, unless you were Sky Rank, no one could endure it. Any elemental power would be forcibly erased, and might even fuel the storm’s strength.
Even Leon was surprised to see the spells actually form an Annihilation Storm. Not even his control could guarantee such precision. He’d only intended to use the collision of flame and frost storms to create a wild elemental tempest, hoping to stall those berserk maniacs—this unexpected bonus was far beyond his expectations.
Just moments ago, the Dark Elves on the front lines had sworn to fight to the death, but now they were fleeing. The Ashen Orcs, corrupted by abyssal magic, didn’t understand why—they only knew how to charge madly ahead. None realized that every Dark Elf was certain: any Ashen Orc rushing into the Annihilation Storm would be utterly doomed.
Sure enough, the Ashen Orcs in the lead suddenly saw a patch of battlefield where magic wasn’t raging—a blank, tranquil zone ahead. Without a second thought, they all barreled straight for the eerily calm center.
It was as if, in the midst of chaos, a silent forest had appeared—no wind, no movement. Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t have rushed in so blindly.
But these Ashen Orcs had lost all sense, dumber than even a Kodo beast. Their first instinct seeing that patch was to charge through as fast as possible.
In just a few seconds, over a hundred Ashen Orc slaves at the front plunged into the Annihilation Zone. Instantly, a horrific scene unfolded...
Every Ashen Orc slave twisted in agony, howling and brandishing crude weapons—yet in a heartbeat, their bodies weathered as if eroded by a billion years, crumbling into drifting ash.
Even their shabby black armor and crude weapons were instantly reduced to ash.
But this didn’t stop the mad ones behind them. In seconds, hundreds more Ashen Orc slaves charged into the Annihilation Zone, all reduced to ash.
The demon warlocks who rushed in fastest met a different fate. Their bodies suddenly swelled, then burst with a boom—leaving only endless clouds of ash drifting in the wind...
When the Annihilation Zone expanded to over a thousand meters, it began to contract rapidly, and the battlefield’s center returned to its original chaos.
But in just seven or eight seconds, a huge swath of the battlefield had been cleared. Every Ashen Orc corrupted by evil was reduced to ash, their mana annihilated, their bodies broken down to the tiniest particles.
Annihilation magic, in essence, is power only accessible to Sky Rank mages—and only those who’ve mastered earth magic at its deepest level can even glimpse a trace of it. It’s a terrifying force.
Now, by pure chance, it had flashed into existence, displaying a lethality far beyond any Title Archmage. That was true destruction.
With the Annihilation Zone gone, the corrupted members of the three races showed no fear at all. They didn’t even realize how horrifying it was that so many Ashen Orcs had just been annihilated in seconds.
Anderson, who’d been preparing a spell, was stunned—he just stared at the battlefield’s center, watching that Annihilation Zone appear and vanish.
"Damn, Leon, you really lucked out. That kind of wild power actually triggered an annihilation effect—and even formed an Annihilation Zone..."
"Enough with the commentary—hurry up! These lunatics don’t even know what fear is!"
Leon barked a low order and kept casting. Beside him, a frost vortex and a flame vortex spewed torrents of magic. Leon himself raised the Doombringer Staff, splitting his focus to keep casting spells.
Unfortunately, this time, the collision of flame and frost spells only created a brief elemental storm—no sign of annihilation at all.
Leon wasn’t discouraged—pure luck, really, but a single insight was still a good thing. It deepened his understanding of spellcasting and elemental magic.
Anderson wielded the Wheel of All Magic, unleashing spells of fire, frost, wind, and stone. The four elements merged into a chaotic storm, a torrent of four colors crashing into the corrupted armies of the three great races.
Reina, the alchemical golem, and Seth kept casting spells from the ground. Xuban didn’t dare charge out in this chaos, but he feared Leon’s reckoning after the battle. Spotting a pile of War Oak Firefruit behind him, he quickly had an idea.
Xuban grabbed a fuel fruit and, with monstrous strength, hurled it. The giant fruit—taller than most people—was like a pebble in his hands, whistling as it crashed toward the battlefield’s center.
The moment the fuel fruit landed, chaotic spells tore it apart. Sticky fuel splattered everywhere, soaking several orc slaves—who were instantly set ablaze by battlefield flames, turning them into walking firebrands.
With Leon joining in, the Dark Elves rallied. Spells of every element flew out, holding the corrupted armies at bay—the defensive line didn’t retreat any further.
For the desperate Dark Elves, it was a glimmer of hope. If those corrupted armies broke through the last Ancient War Oak line, the Dark Elf Enclave would be finished.
But now, they were holding!
Even with danger far from gone, hope was enough. The Dark Elves gritted their teeth, draining their mana, casting spells alongside Leon and the others to hold the line.
The battle reached a stalemate. The corrupted armies couldn’t break through, but the Dark Elves couldn’t drive them back either.
And at the front, it was the fearless orc slaves leading the charge. As far as the eye could see, thousands of meters were packed with them, flooding through the breach like a river stretching from the horizon—impossible to count.
The Ashen Orc tribes’ cheapest cannon fodder—there were terrifyingly many of them!
But with things at a stalemate, nobody dared relax. Leon, as the main caster, could only suppress them with waves of low-level spells. Orc slaves kept dying, but their numbers didn’t seem to shrink at all.
In this situation, only wide-area, high-level spells could do enough damage—one cast at a time, sweeping the field, maybe pushing them back.
Time crawled by. Half an hour passed, everyone’s mana running low. But the corrupted armies of the three races didn’t seem to care about exhaustion—they cast spells with relentless fury, showing no sign of fatigue.
Leon frowned slightly and summoned the lich Barton and Death Knight Ragulin.
With Barton's necromancy and Ragulin swinging the Doomblade to cast evil auras, it still didn’t make much difference.
Just as Leon was about to use the Chapter of Elements to summon an Elemental Dragon, a surge of magical energy erupted from behind the Dark Elf Enclave. In midair, countless streams of magic converged, forming a circular rainbow of seven colors.