Chapter 839: Poison-Type Magical Beasts
In an instant, the level thirty Venomous Black Python became a headless corpse. Hubert dashed to the other side, grinning slyly as he picked up a black magic crystal, then grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"What the hell is this? Such a tiny magic crystal, so weak. It couldn't even take one blow from Lord Hubert. Luckily, I'm clever and only used half my strength—otherwise, I'd have thrown my back out..."
Slaughter slung over his shoulder, Leon watched Hubert.
"Hand it over."
Hubert feigned innocence, playing dumb.
"Archmage Leon, what do you want me to hand over?"
Although the magic crystal was small, in a place like this, it was surely rare—and definitely valuable...
Leon glanced at Hubert, expressionless.
"That magic crystal is poisonous."
Hubert's face went deathly pale in an instant, as if he'd stepped on a burning coal. He frantically tossed the magic crystal out of his pocket.
Leon cast Mage Hand, retrieving the magic crystal. He examined it closely, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Let's keep moving..."
After pressing on for a while, they encountered more and more magical beasts. The weaker ones kept their distance, but after advancing several kilometers, their path was blocked by a group of pitch-black lizards, their backs covered in grotesque, poisonous tumors.
A dozen or so poison lizards, each over ten meters long and level thirty-five, glared coldly at the party. Without hesitation, they charged forward.
The tumors on the lizards' backs burst one after another, releasing torrents of venom that turned into black rain, showering toward the group.
The Alchemical Golem was the first to react, raising its arms. Instantly, dozens of fire spells blasted forth, forming a massive wave of flame that crashed against the black rain.
A sizzling sound filled the air. The black rain looked sparse, but a single drop could extinguish a fireball the size of a human head.
Seeing the wave of flame being suppressed, the Alchemical Golem activated the arrays on its torso in addition to those on its arms. The flames surged, and the wave grew from just over ten meters wide to more than thirty, with its crest soaring over thirty meters high.
The roaring flames forcibly evaporated much of the poisonous rain, then crashed down on the enemy. The raging wave swept through the lizard horde; the foremost poison lizard screamed as its body was set ablaze, its back tumors bursting one after another, but even that couldn't quench the endless inferno around it.
In just two or three seconds, the poison lizard was reduced to ashes. The torrent of flame swept through the lizard horde, forcing their charge to a halt.
The tumors on their backs exploded wildly, turning the surrounding ground into a toxic swamp. The flames were gradually snuffed out, but the heat kept rising. The once-red fire deepened to crimson, and the earth itself seemed to melt, a river of molten red flowing as the land transformed into a zone of magma tens of meters wide.
After a few more seconds, the last screams faded. The Alchemical Golem slowly lowered its arms, the glowing patterns on its body dimming.
Dozens of meters ahead, the rocks had vanished, leaving only a giant pit as if glazed with glass. When the molten liquid cooled, it formed a smooth glassy surface, and in the pit, a few charred poison lizard bones could still be seen.
"Hubert, go dig out those magic crystals."
Hubert looked displeased, reluctantly stepping into the pit. He eyed the remains, struggled to break the glass, and finally dug out a few black magic crystals.
"Archmage Leon, let me handle this kind of thing. Look at that iron lump—such a waste! Only a few soul magic crystals are left, the rest were destroyed..."
Leon paid no attention. After this last fight, the Alchemical Golem had been fitted with a whole set of new parts, crafted from rare materials Leon had spent a fortune on. Its strength had instantly jumped to a new level.
The test just now proved it—those poison lizards were over ten meters long, and with their terrifying venom, they were incinerated alive by the golem's spells in seconds, leaving only a few bone fragments.
The ground had been transformed by intense heat into magma, and the surface had crystallized into something like glass.
Even the soul magic crystals were half destroyed. Soul magic crystals are incredibly stable—the top choice for inlaying in wands, prized for their steady and powerful magic output.
Now that even soul magic crystals have been ruined, it shows just how powerful the Alchemical Golem's spells are—it can even trigger magical surges within the crystals themselves.
Holding the handful of level thirty-five black magic crystals with Mage Hand, Leon's face showed a look of realization.
"So that's it..."
When Leon picked up the first magic crystal, he noticed it was also poisonous—and not just mildly, but intensely so. However, the poison didn't seem corrosive.
Now, looking at these crystals again, Leon was certain.
The poison within these crystals isn't corrosive—it's a fusion-type toxin...
That's far more dangerous. Corrosive poison is easier to resist, but fusion-type is much trickier...
Fusion poisons spread more easily, and their greatest threat isn't just to the body but also to magic itself—and they're even stronger in that regard.
Once the poison touches magic, it fuses and spreads along with it. Unless the magic is cut off, there's simply no way to stop it.
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When the venom from those poisonous beasts hit the ground, it didn't just corrode—it fused and spread rapidly. The earth couldn't withstand the toxin's power and seemed to be eaten away.
A single drop of venom could extinguish an exploding fireball, all because the poison was rapidly merging with magic and spreading, destabilizing the spell itself and making it collapse, as if snuffed out.
This also explains why Andefa and the Alchemical Golem could be affected by the toxins here—the poison wasn't just corroding, it was merging with their magic.
Once these toxins are present, your magic source could be contaminated, and your magical gear could end up ruined.
The antidote potions made from local anti-poison herbs are meant to counteract this fusion effect. If fusion can't occur, the poison loses its power. But the venom from these magical beasts is at least ten times stronger than what's in the air, so antidotes are much less effective—not even close to full immunity.
After figuring this out, Leon put away a few soul magic crystals and gave the group a warning.
"If you get into a fight, do your best not to let the venom from those poisonous beasts touch you. If it does, and it comes into contact with your magic, immediately sever your connection to that part of your magic. The poison can spread through magic itself."
After moving on a bit further, the ground began to shake violently. Cracks like spiderwebs appeared, and for hundreds of meters all around, the earth seemed to collapse.
Then the earth bulged, and a massive claw—over ten meters long—burst out from below. With a casual swipe, it shattered dozens of meters of ground, sending boulders flying like arrows in every direction.
Moments later, a massive, round head broke through the ground—its thick, upturned fangs and drooling black saliva painting a grotesque picture.
Wherever its saliva dripped, the ground sizzled and was eaten away, leaving deep pits.
As the earth shook, the beast's other claw emerged, and soon its whole body burst from the ground—a giant lizard with a head like an earth dragon, over a hundred meters long and more than ten meters tall, towering before them.
ROAR...
With a deafening roar, visible shockwaves rippled from its mouth, instantly turning the flying debris into drifting powder.
And as it opened its maw wide, its saliva began to spray in all directions.
The sizzling sound became constant; hundreds of meters around were riddled with pits from the corrosive venom.
With a flick of its tail, the beast smashed a massive boulder—over ten meters across—into fragments, sending shards flying like arrows. The mountainside echoed with thunderous crashes as the earth trembled.
"Damn it, why did a level thirty-nine poison beast suddenly show up..."
Anderson cursed, then took the lead, controlling the Arcane Wheel as he charged forward. As it spun, a buzzing hum filled the air, and a golden halo lit up, making the Arcane Wheel seem to swell to several times its usual size.
Countless runes flowed across the Arcane Wheel; in an instant, innumerable spells from four schools merged into a torrent over twenty meters wide, surging toward the poison beast.
The four-element spells collided and ground against each other. Midway through, all the spells violently collapsed, unable to hold together. They broke down into pure elemental power, which exploded into a terrifying four-element storm.
This is the purest, most destructive form of attack. No spell can match the devastation of an elemental storm. When spells collide within a certain range and break down, their elemental power turns into uncontrollable, catastrophic force—the more elements, the greater the destruction.