Chapter 479: Planar Legion
The former was already a tremendous surprise. After all, even those with abysmal talent could become Archmages in a short time within the naturally formed demi-plane—a place blessed by the heavens. If their aptitude underwent a qualitative transformation, their magical journey could reach even greater heights, possibly attaining the rank of Ninth-Level Archmage, or even Title Archmage.
As for the latter...
That was something he didn’t even dare to imagine. Possessing even a trace of ancient god-demon bloodline—even if impure—was terrifying enough. In Northend World, anything related to the primordial gods and demons was taboo, including their power. Those mages who inherited such a bloodline were, in effect, stealing forbidden power. As for their future potential, even Leon himself wouldn’t dare to make a rash prediction.
One thing was certain: these mages would no longer be ordinary. They would become the most unique group of spellcasters Northend World had ever seen.
Soon, Andefa returned to the Arcane Wheel. But Leon, still riding a wave of excitement, couldn’t calm down. He paced back and forth in the naturally formed demi-plane, his attitude toward those mages having undergone a dramatic shift.
In the future, these people would become a terrifying force.
And he intended to do everything in his power to cultivate them...
Standing on the grass, Leon activated the mana array at full force, enveloping the entire area and those mages within it. Before long, he discovered their progress was astonishingly fast. Many had already condensed their third Arcane Sigil—and it had only been four days...
It was foreseeable that, in three months, all of them would become Archmages. By then, these mages wielding Flame Storm would be able to unleash a truly terrifying force together. Originally, Leon had estimated that these fifty mages could handle Title Archmages below the fifth rank, but with the twist of ancient god-demon bloodline, even he was no longer certain. Perhaps, even he himself would struggle to deal with all fifty at once.
After spending four or five hours in the semi-plane, Leon returned to his room only to find dawn had already broken. He made his preparations, and when he finally opened the door, he saw William Merlin, Ross Merlin, and Rion Merlin waiting for him.
"Cousin Leon, these two insist on tagging along to the Blazeforge Realm..." William Merlin rolled his eyes, his tone tinged with helplessness.
Who could have imagined that Ross Merlin and Rion Merlin—once the most promising heirs to the family—would fall so quickly from grace...
The relationship between Ross Merlin and Rion Merlin was always delicate. Ever since Oye Merlin was stripped of his position, the next family head would almost certainly be one of these two. Barring any surprises, the future patriarch would emerge from their rivalry.
Their competition had reached a fever pitch...
As commander of the Planar Legion, Leon's journey to the Blazeforge Realm was no secret to them. Since returning from the Turan Mountains, neither had let their guard down for a moment, afraid to miss any opportunity.
They’d both experienced firsthand the benefits of following Leon in the Turan Mountains. Now that Leon was heading to the Blazeforge Realm, how could they possibly pass up the chance to go with him?
For these two young rivals, if one missed out on the journey, he’d surely fall behind the other.
Leon merely smiled, offering no objection—his tacit approval for Ross Merlin and Rion Merlin to join him. After months together in the Turan Mountains, he knew these two could be trusted.
It took considerable effort to rouse Hubert the Dragonblood Orc, who’d done nothing but sleep since returning to the manor. Once awake, he hefted his weapon Slaughter and trudged after Leon’s group, yawning and muttering curses under his breath...