Chapter 1489
But now, things have changed. Even Dekrise the Blood Lich hadn’t expected Hubert to pull a stunt like this. Slaughter, with terrifying force, carved a phantom arc through the air and struck one of the conjured bones in an instant.
The impact, which seemed so fearsome, only managed to nudge one of the condensed bones slightly to the side.
But that tiny deflection happened to jam itself at the crucial point of the spell’s formation. Before the spell could fully take shape, the already-formed bones began colliding one after another, like the lead domino in a chain reaction. A minuscule force set off a total collapse.
In an instant, the spell collapsed...
It wasn’t just a spell being interrupted—it was a complete collapse, which is far more disastrous than a mere interruption...
Slaughter was sent flying, but Dekrise’s spell shattered and dissipated. The backlash hit the Blood Lich directly, obliterating his lower body—there wasn’t even a scrap left.
If Dekrise hadn’t reacted the instant the spell backfired and dodged in time, he’d be dead now—so dead, in fact, that not even dust would remain...
Having dodged this crisis, the necrotic power within the Blood Lich nearly went berserk again...
A level forty-four orc almost took him out in one blow. Dekrise was nearly beside himself with rage. If he didn’t know he might literally explode from anger, he’d have thrown everything aside and gone after Hubert right now.
Leon watched from a safe distance, enjoying the show. Anderson was grinning, openly mocking.
"Is this lich an idiot? None of you dare to move, and this lich actually tries to cast a tier-ten spell right in the open. Does he think the Curse of Misfortune is a joke? The Lord of Misfortune’s power—even gods and demons have to take it seriously. Sure, his curse doesn’t do much to other gods and demons, but...
Except for those with chaotic power, nobody can fully resist his curse. This idiot might really get killed by Hubert..."
The damage to the Arcane Wheel was thanks to the Blood Lich. Even now, two of Anderson’s other faces were still inside, working on repairs. It wasn’t something that could be fixed in a snap. Anderson and the Arcane Wheel were now fused together—so long as the wheel survived, he’d never die, and he’d only get stronger.
After advancing to Transcendence, the very first injury Anderson suffered was because of the Blood Lich. No wonder he was so pissed off...
Agalon’s aura had stabilized, and Alonzo was back to normal. The three Deans gathered together, but nobody dared make a move now—especially after seeing the Blood Lich nearly get wiped out by a freak accident. Everyone figured it was best to let someone not cursed take care of the Blood Lich. At this point, no one doubted Hubert could finish the job.
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t Hubert who would kill the Blood Lich. Hubert was just the catalyst for change; as long as he could stir things up, the Blood Lich would keep running into all sorts of mishaps. Those mishaps were the real key to taking him down.
He’d dropped Slaughter out of fright, but managed to destroy the Blood Lich’s lower half. Hubert was stunned—he had no idea how much terrifying coincidence was behind that result. Several impossible coincidences just happened to line up, creating this disaster.
Snatching Slaughter out of the air, Hubert broke into a wide, toothy grin.
"Hey, ugly old corpse, come on, let’s go three hundred rounds! Slaughter’s already thirsty for blood. Bring that skull over here and let me smash it to bits. Don’t worry, I’m fast—you won’t feel a thing."
Damn, looked tough but it was all bluff. You scared me for a second, idiot. Don’t run, damn it, I said don’t run...
Hubert, wielding Slaughter, chased the Blood Lich in circles around the entire Field of Bones. The Blood Lich, down to just his upper half, was about to explode with rage. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep his emotions in check.
After countless years, the Blood Lich had stopped feeling much about anything. But now, he was close to bursting. From the wound at his waist, a torrent of necrotic power erupted in gray mist, making it look like he was propelling himself along with the force of death itself.
Hubert was only level forty-four. If the Blood Lich was dead set on running, Hubert would never catch him—even though the Field of Bones wasn’t all that big.
Unable to catch the Blood Lich, Reina soared out after him, scattering shards of ice from her hand. In an instant, snow and ice began to fall across the Field of Bones, the air temperature plunging wildly. In less than three seconds, the whole battlefield was blanketed in white.
Moisture condensed, frost elements gathered, and the cold air slowed every elemental force except ice. The once-fiery and volatile fire element now seemed to be drifting off to sleep. Any mage below Sky Rank could forget about casting a fire spell above level three here.
Even necrotic power seemed heavily affected. After Reina scattered ice shards three times, snow fell thick and fast, blanketing the world. After a dozen seconds, the snow faded away.
The battlefield ground had become a frozen plain, the temperature so low it could shatter steel. At this point, a chunk of steel hitting the ground would break apart easily.
The cold barely affected anyone here. Leon and the others floated above the snow, protected by their basic Fusion Shields—since the odds of those shields failing were lowest. Sky Rank mages’ Fusion Shields almost never malfunction, especially when nothing is actively attacking them...
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Keeping up this state, the odds of getting hit by bad luck from the Curse of Misfortune dropped to almost zero...
But the Blood Lich, chased around like a rabid dog by a smug Hubert, wasn’t so lucky. Reina casually cast a dozen Frostbolts, and—just like that—something unexpected happened...
Frostbolt might be a low-level spell for most mages, but in Reina’s hands, frost magic no longer had any limits. Her Frostbolt was as powerful as a tier-nine spell—Absolute Zero. Every cast unleashed the full potential of frost magic.
Frost magic was now Reina’s innate talent, not something she had to work at like in the beginning...
Back then, her frost spells only got a boost from her Frost Dragon bloodline—just enough to make them stronger than the average mage’s.
Even so, the same frost spell, when cast by a Frost Dragon, packed more punch. Normally, that half-level difference in power could mean life or death. That’s what makes Frost Dragons so formidable.
But now, it’s like comparing a Chromatic Dragon to a mere Drakeling...
Drakelings aren’t recognized by the true dragon clans—they’re just magical beasts with a hint of dragon blood. Whether you’re talking human mages or dragons themselves, that’s the definition. It all comes down to strength: the tough, mutated Drakelings get their own special names and lose the label altogether.
That’s the difference between Reina now and Reina back then—it’s not about spell level, it’s about bloodline.
She tossed out a dozen Frostbolts, then stopped—because those spells had already done their work...