Anderson struck first, followed by Reina, Hubert, the Mage Legion, and the Patchwork Golems.
A deafening boom erupted—a mushroom cloud rising high, swirling dust and chaotic magical turbulence surging before Gorswothy. The terrifying force of the explosion forced Gorswothy two steps back, but as his battle aura burst forth, he managed to bluntly withstand the ferocious blast.
Seeing the danger seemingly resolved, Krav immediately asked his Ancestral Warden anxiously.
"Ancestral Warden, are you unharmed?"
No sooner had Krav spoken than a piercing scream rang in his ears.
“Watch out!”
From the swirling dust and chaotic magic before Gorswothy, a Four-Element Bomb suddenly arced through the air, curving around Gorswothy’s body and arriving in front of Krav in an instant.
The Four-Element Bomb landed beside Krav, its terrifying explosion rippling outward. The explosive force surged with a momentum to tear everything apart, crashing into Krav.
In an instant, the ancestral spirit that had followed Krav for decades was viciously shredded by the brute force, the remaining energy blasting Krav’s body away. One arm was left mangled and bloody; if not for Gorswothy’s timely rescue, Krav would have been torn apart by this violent magic…
Setting the severely wounded Krav aside, Gorswothy slowly raised his massive sword—broad as a door—and stared coldly at Leon, who hovered midair. Patchwork Golems surged below, awaiting orders.
Two consecutive ordinary Four-Element Bombs had given Gorswothy a fixed impression: though powerful, these bombs had too many flaws. As long as you dodged in advance, their threat dropped sharply, since their terrifying speed forced them to fly only in straight lines.
No one expected that a Four-Element Bomb could actually curve through the air.
This was Leon’s latest modification—when the Four-Element Bomb spun, uneven force on both sides allowed it to maintain speed while tracing a curved trajectory.
“What a pity...”
A hint of regret flashed across Leon’s face—the Curved Four-Element Bomb’s first use, and it hadn’t managed to blow that guy up.
Gorswothy glared at Leon, his heavy armor rapidly cloaked in a layer of battle aura plate—scarlet with golden gleams—encasing nearly his entire body.
But in the next moment, Leon’s bisected body dissolved into a phantom—disappearing—while up in the air, a terrifying surge of magic erupted like a volcanic explosion.
A colossal, dozen-meter-wide Arcane Wheel manifested in midair, its starry depths inscribed with swirling runic currents. Leon floated at its center, like a deity descending from the heavens.
Gorswothy strode through the air as if walking the earth, crossing dozens of meters in a single step. He swung his door-like greatsword with casual ease, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Instantly, scarlet light flooded the sky, with a thread of gold swirling within its depths. A sharp aura soared upward, splitting the clouds above in two. Gorswothy sneered, "Who would have thought the weakest Andalusia Kingdom would have a powerhouse like you? You must die."
With those words, Gorswothy went all out. The battle aura armor covering his body grew even more menacing, bloodstained spikes protruding from his armor, while a terrifying magical aura spread outward. Wild battle aura condensed rapidly—dozens of giant swords, crystalline and scarlet, spanned the distance and appeared before Leon.
Each of these battle aura-forged crystal swords was over ten meters long. As dozens slashed down together, even space trembled—their razor-sharp edges left white scars in the air where the atmosphere was sliced apart. The combined force of battle aura and magic far surpassed that of ordinary Ninth-Rank Sword Saints or Title Archmages.
Leon, gripping the Doombringer Staff, spat out a blinding rune. Instantly, countless runes surged from the Arcane Wheel behind him, cascading down in torrents. And it wasn’t over yet. The gigantic Ancestral Warden behind Gorswothy stretched out its arms, embracing him. Its hundred-meter-tall form rapidly shrank, finally dissolving into a blue radiance that merged into Gorswothy’s body. Layers of wild magical energy exploded from within him, finally erupting skyward like tangible battle smoke.
In the sky, magical elements of every color converged in frenzy—these rune torrents, each seven or eight meters wide and numbering in the tens of thousands, linked the elements together. With Leon’s terrifying magical eruption, they fused into a single spell torrent dozens of meters thick.
The four elemental spells twisted into one, raging downward to clash head-on with the dozens of scarlet crystal swords.
Boom—
Thunder rolled, deafening as endless lightning exploded in everyone’s ears. Even Eighth- and Ninth-Rank Title Archmages and Sword Saints were left aghast, scrambling to avoid the blast zone.
As Gorswothy and Leon began their battle, the two groups below also erupted into combat.
Andalfa led the charge, followed closely by Yona, Huben, the Mage Legion, and the Patchwork Golems, all surging forward in a unified assault.
The Golden Orcs on the opposite side began a fierce counterattack. Countless spells collided in midair, and the battle erupted with explosive intensity.
High above, Gorswothy's icy gaze fell on Leon, surprised by the depth of Leon's power. Though Leon wielded his battle aura casually, he had mastered it to the extreme—his aura condensed like crystalline water, its potency at least tenfold that of ordinary warriors, yet still easily blocked by him.
Gorswothy shifted from gripping his sword with one hand to both hands, his body blurring into a streak as he advanced on Leon. Even with a hundred meters still between them, Gorswothy suddenly swung his massive blade, unleashing a devastating strike.
Wild battle aura burst forth from his greatsword, morphing into a ferocious demonic maw—over ten meters wide, its blood-soaked jaws lunged toward Leon, ready to tear him apart.
Leon stared coldly at the demon head, conjuring a two-meter-long Four-Element Bomb before him. In an instant, it shot into the demon’s gaping maw.
With a deafening boom, the scarlet demon head exploded, a wave of destructive energy spreading like a smoke ring.
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Over a hundred meters away, a leaping Golden Orc Sword Saint was caught by the smoke ring shockwave—his body vanished midair, then crashed to the ground, fracturing the earth for dozens of meters around.
The Golden Orc Sword Saint spat blood, staring in horror at the aerial battle. Even the aftershocks nearly crippled him—an Eighth-Rank Sword Saint.
Gorswothy’s face remained expressionless and cold, but now a faint flicker of emotion broke through—he was starting to sense trouble.
But before Gorswothy could react, a vast swath of flames erupted behind the chaotic blast zone—crimson elemental fire pouring forth like a massive canopy, engulfing the sky.
In less than a second, the sea of elemental fire spread across four or five hundred meters, and even more flames surged in from all directions to encircle Gorswothy.
Gorswothy sneered, refusing to retreat; instead, he charged straight into the heart of the elemental inferno. The scarlet glow writhing on his greatsword intensified, then the blade seemed to suddenly extend—growing explosively—as its tip pierced the center of the firestorm.
Just as expected, a Four-Element Bomb shot forth from the heart of the inferno, colliding head-on with the extended sword tip.
The collision detonated in a burst of force—Gorswothy’s extended greatsword shattered into a spray of light, while the center of the elemental firestorm erupted into a gaping hole.
Instantly, the surrounding inferno transformed into a colossal ring of fire, with Gorswothy trapped at its center.
Suddenly, Gorswothy’s expression shifted ever so slightly—but before he could dodge, a flood of blue light erupted all around him.
From that seemingly harmless ring of fire, hundreds of Blue Flame Barrages burst forth at once.
Trailing blue tails, the detonations crossed dozens of meters in an instant—colliding and exploding together before even reaching Gorswothy…
This left Gorswothy with no chance to break free…
Blue flames surged from all directions, packed with terrifying explosive force, pressing in on Gorswothy at the center.
Frowning, Gorswothy gripped his greatsword tightly as magical runes lit up across his skin. In an instant, a dozen two-meter-wide flame shields layered atop one another, forming an egg-shaped barrier to protect him.
For three full seconds, endless Detonation spells hammered the center. Within a hundred-meter radius, it became a sea of blue fire—explosive energy piling up and pressing down, until finally, it all blew apart with a thunderous blast.
When the flames erupted—hundreds of Detonation spells unleashed at once—any mage or Sword Saint below Sky Rank would surely perish unless armed with a true soul relic.
But now, Leon frowned, teleporting away from the inferno without hesitation.
From the endless blue flames, a golden ray suddenly pierced the firestorm—shooting through where Leon had just stood. Upon contact, it detonated, transforming into a sphere of golden light bristling with spikes, its raging power sweeping across dozens of meters, forcibly extinguishing the elemental inferno.
Within the blue flames, clusters of dark red and gold fire churned upward—out of the endless blaze, a gigantic, translucent spirit began to materialize.
Towering over a hundred meters high, the monstrous spirit bore a twisted visage—like an orc with legs and a tail, its form bizarre and menacing. This was the Ancestral Warden worshipped by the Golden Orcs.
As the Ancestral Warden appeared, Gorswothy’s greatsword transformed—becoming an enormous Ancestral Totem Pillar over four meters long, inscribed with mystical runes and radiating wild magical energy like a tidal wave.
"Who would have thought the weakest Andalusia Kingdom would harbor a powerhouse like you? You must die," Gorswothy spat coldly.
With those words, Gorswothy went all out. The battle aura armor covering his body grew even more menacing, bloodstained spikes protruding from his armor, while a terrifying magical aura spread outward.
The fusion of battle aura and magic unleashed a force far beyond that of ordinary Ninth-Rank Sword Saints or Title Archmages.
And it wasn’t over yet. The gigantic Ancestral Warden behind Gorswothy stretched out its arms, embracing him. Its hundred-meter-tall form rapidly shrank, finally dissolving into a blue radiance that merged into Gorswothy’s body. Layers of wild magical energy exploded from within him, finally erupting skyward like tangible battle smoke.