Chapter 622: Soul Roar
In this sealed cabin, anyone below Sky Rank would, given enough time, be suffocated to death by the relentless Sea of the Undead.
Leon watched the scene, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes—gone in an instant, replaced by unwavering resolve.
In his left hand, Leon held the Death Tome; in his right, the Doombringer Staff. He hadn’t even cast a spell yet when a ring on his finger flashed with light. Wisps of mist curled out, and Lord Shaun’s flamboyant voice rang out.
"Archmage Merlin, the great Lord Shaun has now fully fused with the Eye of the Evil Dragon. When will you present the other Eye of Catastrophe to the great Lord Shaun, so he can merge them into the Eyes of Catastrophe..."
You could tell Lord Shaun was in an exceptionally good mood—having fully fused with a true Relic, not only had his host artifact ascended to a mid-tier Relic, but as the Relic Spirit, Lord Shaun’s strength had surged to unknown heights.
The mist coalesced into a spectral wolf, and in that instant, Lord Shaun’s smug smile froze as if he’d been hit by a petrification spell.
"My gods! Archmage Merlin! What have you done? Hell, that’s a lot of undead! Thirty-eighth rank Death Knight..."
"Damn, what the hell is that thing?"
"That’s the Eye of the Undead."
"Eye of the Undead?"
Lord Shaun shrieked like a helpless girl cornered by a gang of thugs, instinctively trying to flee.
Leon caught Shaun with a Flame Bind, pinning him nearby. Leon’s voice was low: "Five Tier-28 Mana Crystals."
Shaun’s eyes darted wildly. Seeing the environment, terror overtook him—he knew there was no way out. If Leon died here, Shaun wouldn’t even have the luxury of returning to slumber.
But Shaun couldn’t help but protest: "One Soul Mana Crystal."
"Deal."
Lord Shaun, knowing he had no choice, scored a Soul Mana Crystal for free and promptly transformed into a three-meter-tall tidal wave.
"Seriously, what rotten luck, tagging along with you, you little bastard. If I’d known, Lord Shaun would’ve just stayed asleep!"
Lord Shaun grumbled nonstop, but when it came time to act, he didn’t hesitate—he let out a massive roar, the sound waves sweeping visibly across the battlefield.
Whether it was the Death Knight or the vast Sea of the Undead, Shaun’s Soul Roar froze them all in their tracks.
The Soul Fire of those undead creatures flickered violently, as if gripped by utter terror—each one petrified in place.
Normally, Soul Roar only makes souls tremble, interrupts spellcasting, and causes brief silence. But against these undead, its power rivaled a Limit Spell—Soul Fire is their lifeblood, and now it quaked so violently they couldn’t even move.
Even the Death Knight was locked in place, unable to budge.
With such a golden opportunity, neither Reina the Frost Dragon nor Hubert the Dragonblood Orc hesitated—they unleashed their strongest skills and spells.
Reina’s guttural Draconic incantation spilled forth—even she needed a full five seconds to chant in Dragon Tongue!
Dragon Tongue Spell: Froststorm!
The unleashed power rivaled an eighth-tier spell, like the coming of an icy apocalypse—snowflakes drifted down, filling the air with endless frost. Undead within hundreds of meters, just regaining movement, were instantly frozen into solid blocks. Each falling snowflake sliced like the sharpest blade; as the storm raged, the battlefield became a giant meat grinder.
Wherever the snowflakes swept, every frozen undead was shredded into a field of icy debris.
Hubert, the Dragonblood Orc, seemed to ignite, steaming as he charged into the immobilized undead. In his hands, Slaughter unleashed devastation on par with a true Relic.
Every swing of the ten-thousand-jin Slaughter shattered undead within a dozen meters, clearing hundreds of meters in mere seconds.
The Alchemical Golem, programmed to unleash torrents of instant-cast fire spells, found the immobilized undead were nothing but sitting ducks—within three hundred meters, every undead was reduced to ashes.
In just those few seconds, these three alone slaughtered at least several thousand undead!
The instant Lord Shaun unleashed Soul Roar, Leon poured mana into the Doombringer Staff—a young dragon’s cry sounded, and the Young Dragon Avatar burst forth.
The once tiny Young Dragon Avatar grew as if inflated—a blink later, a massive violet dragon’s phantom stood behind Leon.
This ability, gained after the Doombringer Staff birthed its Young Dragon Avatar, empowered Leon for one minute—making his spellcasting rival the Five-Colored Dragons, and boosting every spell’s tier by one.
The moment the Young Dragon Avatar’s power enveloped him, Leon abandoned low-tier spells and began chanting a complex incantation. Even with the Arcane Wheel’s immense computational power and the Young Dragon Avatar’s assistance, it took a full nine seconds to finish.
The mana-hungry Starlight Firestorm spell is mostly used in legion warfare, since it’s efficient for mass destruction but easily interrupted by a simple mana counterspell. To unleash its full power, it must be continuously channeled.
Only during large-scale battles can such channeling spells be used. Outside of war, casting it as a regular spell requires immense mana and lengthy incantations, and its power is too scattered to threaten high-tier foes—so few ever use it in duels.
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After nine seconds of chanting, the Death Knight had already shaken off the soul tremor from Soul Roar. Anderson, controlling the Arcane Wheel, unleashed a barrage of spells—ignoring mana cost—to suppress the Death Knight.
Everyone knew that if they didn’t suppress the rapidly multiplying undead, even without the Death Knight, they were doomed.
Once Starlight Firestorm was unleashed, a blazing cloud appeared above the undead. With the Young Dragon Avatar’s boost, every spell cast was a tier higher.
The Starlight Firestorm now blanketed the area as a seventh-tier fire spell. The fiery cloud churned like molten lava, and fireballs rained down—each one, normally a fourth-tier spell, now packed the punch of a fifth-tier.
The dark red fireballs fell in an unending torrent—at least four or five hundred at once—turning the ship’s hold into a sea of flames. The low-tier undead were instantly reduced to ash, and only those above level 25 could linger for a few seconds before being burned alive.
But now, there were fewer and fewer undead below level 20—the ones emerging from the Gate of the Undead were getting stronger. Even an upgraded seventh-tier Starlight Firestorm only wiped out a few thousand undead, mostly the weaker ones.
After casting, Leon’s face was pale—the mana cost was so great he could barely stand.
But right after, he hurled a sixth-tier Detonation spell—again boosted by the Young Dragon Avatar, its power rose to seventh-tier. The explosion’s force sent the Death Knight, whom Anderson could no longer suppress, flying backward.
With Evil Aura empowering it, the Death Knight could withstand a seventh-tier Detonation without much harm. As it was blasted away, necrotic miasma swirled around it—its wounds visibly regenerated.
Before the Death Knight could regain its footing, Leon’s second Detonation spell struck—a blue-tailed explosion sent its body flying again.
Detonation is focused on explosive force—the fire barely hurt the Death Knight, but the impact was more than it could simply shrug off.
Timing it perfectly, Leon hurled five consecutive Detonation spells, each one detonating before the Death Knight could steady itself, driving it farther away.
After five blasts, the Death Knight was pushed beyond Leon’s maximum casting range. Anderson immediately understood and, without being told, continued suppressing the Death Knight with a torrent of fire spells from the Arcane Wheel, while Leon resumed casting Starlight Firestorm.
When the Death Knight charged through the spell barrage again, Leon suppressed it just like before—using overwhelming magic in tandem with the Arcane Wheel.
In the one minute empowered by the Doombringer Staff’s Young Dragon Avatar, Leon cast four Starlight Firestorms—turning every patch of undead into a blazing inferno.
Tens of thousands of undead, plus the sweeping attacks of Reina the Frost Dragon, Hubert the Dragonblood Orc, and the Alchemical Golem—starting with Lord Shaun’s Soul Roar, they annihilated tens of thousands of undead!
The Young Dragon Avatar—now exhausted—returned to the Doombringer Staff, while Leon’s face turned deathly pale, his body trembling. Yet the hand gripping the Doombringer Staff, and the one holding the Death Tome, remained steady as stone.
Lord Shaun, too, was left drained after unleashing such a wide-range Soul Roar—it took him quite a while to recover.
With the battlefield cleared, the pressure eased. Though undead still poured from the Gate of the Undead, they could no longer form a horde of a hundred thousand in an instant.
Leon glanced at the Death Tome in his left hand, knowing he could no longer afford to hesitate.