Chapter 1509
As for which ninth-tier spell to imprint, Leon wasn’t entirely sure. There were simply too many ninth-tier spells worth imprinting, and any one of them, placed into this ultimate ninth-tier slot, could bring out the spell’s most extreme potential. Not only would its power rival that of an eleventh-tier spell, it would even alter the fundamental rules themselves.
Leon continued to contemplate the rules, studying the Rune of Truth and the Chapter of Origins. He even planted a branch from the Eternal Ancient Tree in the southeastern corner of the Natural Semi-Plane, waiting for it to sprout. If that branch grew into a Tree of Life, and he nurtured it according to his plan, perhaps he could revive the power of the Eternal Ancient Tree. That would be a monumental aid for the emergence of intelligent life within the Natural Semi-Plane.
Hubert, Reina, and the Mage Legion were all sent to the battlefield by Leon to temper themselves. They’re currently in a period of rapid ascension, and in this kind of war, it’s the easiest time to level up.
Hubert and Reina’s bloodlines had already begun to awaken. At this stage, they basically had no level restrictions—so long as they could unlock more bloodline power, their levels would keep rising. The same was true for the Mage Legion.
Ever since Kurum became the first to advance to Sky Rank, the Mage Legion’s battlemages had started following suit one after another. Once every battlemage in the legion reached Sky Rank, the true power of the Mage Legion would finally erupt.
When all fifty battlemages of the Mage Legion have advanced to Sky Rank, their combined strength will be unmatched beneath Sky Rank Level 5. In this war against the undead, fifty battlemages are tireless engines of slaughter—the only ones faster at reaping undead are the Lightbearer Mages of Sky Rank Level 5.
In the blink of an eye, more than a year had passed. The Northend Allied Forces were close to driving the undead out of the Blighted Domain, and the spatial stability of the corridor was nearly fully restored. In another month, it would be the ideal time to activate the Hexagram Formation.
Ninety-nine percent of the corridor’s territory had been reclaimed. Steel Fortresses, like nails, were rooted throughout the space, and the sky was shrouded in aurora-like magical brilliance. The corridor’s space had begun to separate from the Undead Plane—only one final step remained.
The closer they got to that last step, the more tense everyone became. After years of brutal fighting, it had come down to this crucial moment—if they failed now, all the Northend Allied Forces’ efforts would be in vain.