Chapter 1481
Even in the Realm of Mental Images, where my power was suppressed to the level I once had, with my current perspective, it would have been enough to handle Agalon back then. Whether in battle or alchemy, I could now keep Agalon completely under my thumb.
But before I could even catch my breath, the real Agalon appeared and told me: If you want to get out, you'd better retrace every step of what happened back then, without missing a single detail. Only by finding what doesn't belong there can you leave the Realm of Mental Images. Otherwise, when time runs out, the world might collapse, and you'll be dead for good...
I hadn’t even exhaled before I had to swallow my pride again—clearly able to win, but forced to lose on purpose. Alonzo was so frustrated he could barely breathe, but nothing infuriated him more than Agalon coming to save him.
Agalon came to rescue him, but he had to play the fool and let the Agalon of that time crush him all over again. Alonzo seriously considered dying in the Realm of Mental Images, just to finally vent all the pent-up frustration from these years.
But Agalon did come to save him...
It was always a contest of pride between them. No matter what, Alonzo couldn’t let Agalon risk himself to save him only to be dragged down again. If that happened, he’d die with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace...
After escaping, at critical moments, he was saved several more times by Agalon’s disciples. Alonzo felt his dignity had been trampled and lost beyond recovery.
At that moment, Dekrise the Blood Lich appeared—a perfect punching bag, a flawless outlet for his anger, the mastermind behind all the traps from the very beginning...
Alonzo’s long-suppressed anger finally exploded...
Alonzo gripped a withered staff in his right hand and a vibrant green staff in his left, his entire body radiating a strange and formidable aura.
As Alonzo swung the staff in his right hand, a faint, eerie ripple spread outward. In the pitch-black eye sockets of Dekrise the Blood Lich, a needle-sized blue glimmer flickered twice. He waved his arm, conjuring layers of gray mist to form a shield in front of him, then slowly faded into nothingness.
After that eerie and elusive ripple spread out, Giovanni—whom Dekrise the Blood Lich was dragging along like a kite—was accidentally caught in its wake.
In an instant, Giovanni’s face began to contort, as if he were enduring an unbearable agony, yet not a single scream escaped his lips.
Seconds later, it looked as if countless worms were crawling beneath Giovanni’s skin. Slowly, cracks appeared on the surface, and black locusts began to crawl out, gnawing away at his flesh and blood.
A dense swarm of black locusts devoured Giovanni’s flesh and blood, and he was utterly powerless to drive them away. He could only watch in terror, his expression twisted beyond recognition. Even as a Vampire Progenitor, seeing himself eaten alive by black locusts was a horror beyond words.
Especially given the terrifying vitality of a Vampire Progenitor—even if he was gnawed down to a skeleton, he wouldn’t die. That made the torment even worse...
The worst part was watching himself inch toward death, utterly helpless. Worse still, this torture wouldn’t even kill him. His magic and movement were sealed, but his vitality remained.
Once the damage to his body reached a certain point, his immense vitality would kick in and restore him, even if he couldn’t control it.
As time went on, Giovanni could feel black locusts gnawing at his organs from inside his belly. His vitality surged, constantly restoring his body, but he was still being devoured. He managed to maintain a fragile balance, but it meant suffering this torment endlessly...
Giovanni was caught in the ripple, but nobody paid him any mind. At this point, the fate of a Vampire Progenitor was the last thing anyone cared about.
Missing Dekrise the Blood Lich with his first strike didn’t bother Alonzo. He simply waved the vibrant green staff at the gray mist shield, sending out an invisible ripple that could only be faintly sensed.
After the ripple swept across the deathly mist shield, a crackling sound erupted, like countless beans suddenly bursting.
The death energy within the mist shield dissipated rapidly. A dark green branch sprouted from the shield, growing at an incredible rate. At the tip of the branch, a round fruit ripened in the blink of an eye.
The fruit split open, revealing a vibrant green skull radiating intense life energy. The skull opened its mouth and inhaled the death energy from the mist, drawing it in like a torrent.
In three seconds, the mist gradually vanished, revealing a bizarre plant: a bare green stalk with dense roots below and a terrifyingly vibrant green skull above.
The strange plant dropped to the ground, quickly rooting itself. The massive life energy condensed into mist atop the skull was expelled from its mouth.
In an instant, it was as if a completely different world had opened up in this realm filled with death. The thick aura of death was forced aside, the stagnant air parted, and the atmosphere became impossibly fresh—like standing in a lush prairie.
In fact, it really did become a prairie. Centered on that bizarre plant, green seedlings shot up from the ground, quickly growing into waist-high grass.
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A wave of life energy spread out in a circular ripple, and wherever it passed, waist-high grass sprang up. In just a dozen seconds, the area for miles around transformed into a sea of green—the deathly aura here was completely devoured by that bizarre plant and converted into life energy.
But Dekrise the Blood Lich had vanished. Alonzo floated in the air, face grim, gripping both staffs, his eyes sharp as a golden eagle, scanning every corner—but Dekrise the Blood Lich was nowhere to be found.
Leon watched Alonzo in shock, never having expected his strength to be so overwhelming. More importantly, the magical artifacts in his hands were all legendary items.
These were all found in the future by those mad mages who turned the entire Northend World upside down three times. But at that time, no one knew who the owners or creators of these artifacts were.
Alonzo’s name was recorded in the future as the headmaster of the Academy of Mysteries. But just like his name, that academy was shrouded in mystery, with barely any records left behind. In fact, it was destroyed twice and fell into complete decline.
Only now did Leon realize that those iconic magical artifacts from the Academy of Mysteries were all crafted by Alonzo himself.
Elemental artifacts are mainstream now, but in the future, mysterious artifacts will take up half the market. On the path to conquering other planes, these enigmatic artifacts sometimes inspire more dread than magical battleships.
The Staff of Moses—a legendary artifact of the mystery school, imbued with ancient curse power. Any creature cursed by it becomes a breeding nest for black locusts, which will hatch inside and devour the host, bringing ominous destruction.
Such terrifying power can’t be resisted, not even by the undead. In Alonzo’s hands, it means any creature below level fifty struck by it is doomed.
The other staff was crafted from the Eternal Tree’s branches, harvested while the tree was still alive.
Only the Eternal Tree possesses the power to convert death energy into life energy. When it existed, there wasn’t an undead within ten thousand kilometers—any death energy in its range would be absorbed by its vast roots and transformed into life energy.
If you got within a hundred kilometers of the Eternal Tree, even a level forty-nine undead would have its death energy drained.
The life staff in Alonzo’s hands inherited a fraction of the Eternal Tree’s abilities. Though not as powerful as the living tree, it could still catalyze a life zone spanning miles in the Undead Plane.
It’s important to know that, despite the Eternal Tree’s size, only branches harvested under strict conditions retained its unique properties.
During the Nesser Dynasty Era, only when an elven tribe split off and expanded would it receive a branch like this, to serve as the foundation for a new tribe and grow into a Great Tree of Life.
The surviving elves today all have Great Trees of Life in their tribes.
Such branches were rare even in the Nesser Dynasty, and in the previous Realm of Mental Images, Leon saw clearly that the outbreak of war was so sudden, and the Eternal Tree’s destruction so abrupt, that no more could possibly exist.
There couldn’t be any more Eternal Tree branches. The staff in Alonzo’s hands must have been left over from the Nesser Dynasty, a branch that hadn’t yet been claimed by a new elven tribe...
With both staffs wielded at once, Alonzo instantly forced Dekrise the Blood Lich to retreat. This place was no longer fit for him to fight—the death energy was nearly gone, and if Dekrise appeared here, he’d be discovered immediately.
No matter how well Dekrise the Blood Lich hid, the natural clash between life and death energy was beyond anyone’s control—unless he did absolutely nothing...
But Leon still felt something was off, especially with that curse Dekrise the Blood Lich cast earlier. It seemed to be blocked, but something still didn’t feel right.