Chapter 1136
These guys are as greedy as goblins. Normally, they wouldn't even dream of using magic scrolls, right? Those are eighth-level magic scrolls—we're talking about gold coins here!
Each scroll is worth as much as a dozen Soul Magic Crystals. Have they lost their minds? During battle, they just throw magic scrolls around with no plan at all—defensive spells, five or six big ones at a time, and attack scrolls tossed out like kids fighting.
This damned bunch—their brains must be completely fried...
And what about Cloudspire Tower and the Black Tower? Weren't they supposed to be out of the game? How are they still so strong? Damn it, these people cast spells with insane skill—their incantations are compressed to the absolute limit by these maniacs.
They're using Magus abilities non-stop—aren't they worried about running out of mana?
And that last mage from Skyhold Fortress—damn bastard. Those alchemy-focused freaks actually wasted a whole set of Alchemical Array materials just to set up a one-time array! To boost its power, they even overdrew its strength...
Let's see how long your Frost Spring Alchemical Array lasts...
Damn it, they set up another one!
Stongge's face was turning a little green as he watched those mages from Skyhold Fortress overdrawing the array's power, unleashing it at full force. In less than a minute, that pile of rune-engraved array materials had already turned into scrap metal...
But these guys didn't even blink as they brought out another pile of rare magic materials—all pre-inscribed with runes, ready to set up more alchemical arrays at any moment...
The mages from Shadow Tower and Burning Tower were miserable. Their assault plan fell apart as soon as the battle began, leaving them with nothing but chaos and a wild melee in the camp.
Hubert gripped Slaughter, his body wrapped in a whirlwind of force. Slaughter was shrouded in an earthy yellow glow, its heavy power so intense it was almost visible to the naked eye.
Carrying a wave of white air, Slaughter smashed hard against a Shadow mage's Shadow Shield...
A crisp series of cracks rang out—the shadow beneath the mage's feet splintered into hundreds of shards in an instant. The Shadow Shield flared with its strongest glow, then exploded with a bang...
A ring of white air burst outward like a smoke ring. The Shadow mage vanished on the spot, leaving only a blurred afterimage flying off into the distance...
On the other side, Reina raised her hand, her face cold. She spoke a rune into her palm, turning it into a frost rune, then gently blew it toward a Burning mage.
In an instant, sparkling ice shards flew out. The temperature dropped below freezing, frost spread across the ground, and a fireball over a meter wide was frozen solid in midair. The spreading frost forcibly extinguished every flame within a twenty-meter radius...
Hubert and Reina's fierce counterattack—no Ninth-Rank Title Magus could stand against them. Diras and Stongge had no choice but to step up and face Hubert and Reina head-on...
But as soon as they faced off, Diras and Stongge's expressions turned downright ugly.
Diras kept casting Shadow Phantoms, his body turning into a black silhouette, surrounded by three identical shadowy doubles that constantly shifted positions, unleashing Shadow Bind on Hubert.
Those black shadows crept along the ground and latched onto Hubert, but as a flash of blood-red light streaked across his body, the living shadows instantly dissipated.
Shadow Bind was completely useless against Hubert...
Damn bastard, what kind of orc is this guy? His shadows are terrifyingly strong—there's no way for me to exploit them. His aura is so intense, even his own shadow carries that monstrous bloodline power.
What the hell kind of orc is he? Damn it, not even a Sky Rank Rageflame Orc could have such a powerful bloodline aura. His raw strength is insane—he can shatter all my shadow spells with brute force. Every shadow I control is useless against him...
Where did Matthew Merlin dig up this freak? Damn it, could he be some kind of ancestral orc descendant?
Diras's shadow spells were almost useless against Hubert. Except for direct attacks like Shadow Arrow, Hubert didn't even need to do anything—he could just bulldoze through and tear apart those spells...
Diras gritted his teeth, cycling through nearly every spell he knew, but he could only hold out—he couldn't do any real damage. He had to rely on Shadow Clones and constant blinking just to dodge Hubert's terrifying Slaughter...
What he didn't know was that Hubert is a Dragonblood Orc, which let him fuse with dragon blood—first with the Golden Three-Headed Dragon's Blood, a lineage that's been lost in Northend World for ages...
The Golden Three-Headed Dragon was the strongest creature—bar none—when the dragons and pureblood elves ruled Northend World!
Then he fused a drop of Primordial Venom Dragon Heartblood from the era of gods and demons, and the blood of an Abyssal Blood Dragon...
After several fusions, his bloodline evolved to an unbelievable degree—calling him a humanoid dragon wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Most importantly, Hubert even bathed in god-demon blood, making his body absurdly powerful...
Trying to control Hubert through his shadow? Maybe a Sky Rank Shadow mage could barely manage it, but they'd risk triggering powers Hubert can't even control yet—enough to shatter their souls outright...
Right now, Hubert is basically the nemesis of blood mages, soulwalkers, and shadow mages. Even if he just stands there, their signature spells are useless. Worse yet, they might accidentally awaken dormant powers in him and die in some creative way...
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Diras felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Ever since Hubert got on his case, all his signature spells were torn apart by brute force. Even the look in Hubert's eyes seemed cursed...
Damn bastard—if someone had told me before yesterday that a guy could rip shadows apart with nothing but raw strength, I'd have laughed myself to death...
But now this guy is so terrifying that he shreds most of my spells with pure brute force...
Shit, this is just unreal...
Diras felt like he was about to cough up blood at any moment, always on guard against Hubert's terrifying Slaughter. On the other side, Stongge literally couldn't even spit blood anymore...
Stongge's face was purple from the cold, icicles clinging to his eyebrows. If he spat blood, it would freeze into crystals on the spot; even opening his mouth felt like shards of ice were jammed in his throat...
All around him, a hundred-meter radius had become a world of frost. There were over twenty flame spells frozen in midair...
It was like the flames were still burning, but suddenly frozen solid...
Stongge kept retreating, crushing a Flame Crystal Stone to unleash a burst of fire energy. He used it to form a flame vortex, summoning elemental fire from the Plane of Fire...
After catching his breath, Stongge glared—still shivering—at Reina, who stood there looking completely casual...
How is this woman's frost magic so powerful?
Damn it, I've heard of Ice spells that can freeze elemental fire, sure—the Burning Tower's library even has records...
But in all the records, not a single Ninth-Rank Title Magus has ever pulled it off!
Isn't this ice-sculpture woman supposed to be just an ordinary Frost Dragon? Where the hell did Diras get his intel from?
An ordinary Frost Dragon, able to freeze my fire spells as a Ninth-Rank Title Magus?
Give me a break—the Five-Colored Dragons couldn't do that before Sky Rank!
Elemental fire frozen by a basic Ice spell? That's cheating—damn it, this woman must be using some kind of extraordinary magic item!
Definitely—otherwise, there's no way she could fight this long using just a single Ice spell...
Damn it, just spamming Ice spells is about to turn me into an ice block. What the hell is going on here...
Stongge gritted his teeth, staring at the twenty-plus fire spells frozen around him, then pulled out another Flame Crystal Stone, summoning elemental fire again to keep casting and counterattacking...
The battle here grew more chaotic, while Anderson had already relayed a message to Leon through the planar gate in the cave extending from the camp.
Leon was busy with his experiment, his hands steady and precise as he worked through each step, only replying offhandedly.
"No need to send out the Mage Legion—someone will deal with those idiots..."
With that, Leon went back to his experiment. Anderson didn't mind, drifting out of the demi-plane and cheerfully flying above the camp to watch the chaos.
Above the battlefield, Morgan, Joey, Hellen, and Raphael hovered, hidden and watching the fight—none of them made a move.
A bunch of idiots whose strongest are just Ninth-Rank Title Magi. Even Diras is only at the peak of Ninth-Rank—totally not worth Sky Rank mages getting their hands dirty.
But just because the Sky Ranks won't act themselves doesn't mean their subordinates won't.
Morgan floated in midair, watching the battle below with a cold sneer.
These idiots actually came to attack Archmage Leon's encampment. Even if it's just a temporary camp, it's not something fools like them could ever take.
Even if Dida La showed up in person, he'd be beaten to death...
Hmph, Diras isn't even in my league anymore. If I personally dealt with him, it'd be embarrassing to admit.
Still, even if I don't act, the Henry Family isn't just for show. What is battle about, anyway? Mana? Spells?
If the Henry Family has anything, it's gold!