Chapter 1483
Now that the Blood Lich has constructed this Field of Bones, he’s forced everyone into a dead end—including himself.
If he doesn’t kill everyone here, the Blood Lich will be trapped forever; but if the others don’t tear the Blood Lich apart and defeat him, they can forget about leaving.
In fact, if the Blood Lich manages to stall for just a few more years, once the Undead Plane fully devours the Leviathan Realm and no one can stop it, Leon and the others will be doomed...
Leon and his companions can’t afford to wait, nor can they afford to drag things out. Their only option is to defeat the Blood Lich first.
Alonzo, once furious, gradually calms down. Floating in the sky, he gives the Blood Lich a cold, hard stare, while he and Agalon silently appear on either side of the Blood Lich.
Meanwhile, the three Deans of Astral Academy move in from different directions, faces grim. Leon draws his magical weapon and joins the fray.
Faced with this situation, the Blood Lich simply floats there with a mocking smile, as if he’s not the least bit worried about being defeated.
Even if his lich body is destroyed, he won’t die. But here, if he’s torn apart, it means he’s lost in the Field of Bones—and he might even lose control of it entirely.
Now facing two mages of his own rank—one of whom already has a foot in the realm of Pyro Mage—the Blood Lich still seems convinced he’ll win.
“Foolish humans, you have no idea what endless ages mean to me. It means that every move you make is within my grasp. Any spell—just a glance, and its secrets are laid bare. The truths of the world are already before me, though my rank is limited here.”
Now, I give you the chance to challenge me. If you defeat me, you may leave. If you lose, leave everything behind.”
Alonzo, his face dark, stared at the Blood Lich and struck without warning. Across from him, Agalon moved in perfect sync—both attacking at once.
The three Deans of Astral Academy joined in as well. Leon unleashed a spell, firing a rapid railgun shell from the Arcane Wheel.
Six of them attacked together, pinning the Blood Lich at the center, leaving him no chance to dodge.
But the Blood Lich simply raised a basic Death Shield and drifted lazily through the air. When the Stellar Ray grazed him, the shield shattered—yet the Blood Lich remained unharmed.
Agalon’s Stellar Ray, Alonzo’s Touch of Life, and the Deans’ combined Elemental Strangle—all because the Stellar Ray broke the Death Shield, a strange distortion rippled through the force fields, twisting the trajectory of every spell just slightly.
The Stellar Ray, warped by Elemental Strangle’s twisted space, veered toward Gandalf. Alonzo’s Touch of Life, like a whip, was knocked off course by a stray pebble in midair, its trajectory thrown into chaos.
Elemental Strangle split into three shockwaves, surging toward Agalon. Amid the chaos, Leon’s rapidly spinning electromagnetic shell was flung off target—hurtling straight at Alonzo…
In a flash, ripples spread across Agalon’s Starlight Shield; Gandalf’s shield was pierced by the Stellar Ray, nearly boring through his chest…
Leon was sent flying along with his shield by the whip of Touch of Life. His shield shattered with a sharp crack.
On Alonzo’s shield, a rapidly spinning shell twisted and deformed, finally melting into a pool of liquid iron…
And all this happened simply because Agalon’s Stellar Ray had shattered one ordinary Death Shield from the Blood Lich…
In this chaotic assault, the Blood Lich suffered no harm at all; every attack landed perfectly—on the attackers themselves…
Faced with this situation, even Agalon couldn’t remain calm.
Alonzo’s face was grim, staff raised, yet he dared not attack again.
The three Deans looked grave, hearts sinking fast. Leon’s face flushed red; that last blow hadn’t torn through his fused shield, but it still hurt. Luckily, Touch of Life, so deadly to undead, was much less harmful to the living.
It felt as if the Blood Lich had everyone in the palm of his hand. He didn’t even need to fight—he controlled the battlefield, letting them kill themselves…
“Foolish humans, do you see the gap now? You may as well turn yourselves into liches. I accept your fealty—just hand over the Book of Death, and I’ll grant you eternal life…
The lowly must bow their heads. This is your last chance—the chance to witness my ascension to the Throne of Bones.
A mage’s goal is the pursuit of magical truth, the secrets of the world. Death isn’t frightening, but I’ve already touched the gates of truth. Pledge yourselves, and I’ll grant you the right to follow me in my quest.
The Blood Lich floated quietly, not even bothering with a shield. Even missing a leg, no one thought his power had diminished.
Despite the opportunity, no one dared act rashly. Everyone looked grim—Leon’s gaze grew ever deeper.
Suddenly, Leon fed a trickle of mana into the Arcane Wheel, sending Anderson a message as he worked to repair it.
In an instant, the tense calm was shattered—Anderson, controlling the Arcane Wheel, released a simple Ray of Sanctity…
A basic Tier Four spell, but its power was pitifully weak. It couldn’t compare to Tier Four elemental spells, and was even weaker than a simple Flame Ray—its impact couldn’t break even a low-level Flame Shield.
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This is one of the few offensive spells a Light Mage below Sky Rank can master, but it’s the most lackluster—only effective against undead.
It’s extremely fast—at close range, it hits instantly. Against undead, it’s truly effective, but requires great spell control and battlefield awareness.
A shot through a skeleton’s eye socket can instantly kill lesser undead.
No one expected Leon to cast such a spell—a thumb-thick white beam shot from the Arcane Wheel, striking the Blood Lich’s eye in an instant…
The Ray of Sanctity hit the undead’s body, releasing a puff of white smoke that vanished almost instantly. The Blood Lich’s eye seemed completely unharmed—the spell was nearly useless.
Yet as simple as it was, Leon’s eyes lit up. Agalon and the others were surprised—none expected Leon’s Ray of Sanctity to actually hit the Blood Lich.
Undead loathe sanctity, regardless of rank. Even the Blood Lich, who treats other undead as inferior, despises sanctity above all.
A hit to the eye by sanctity means, if the spell is strong enough, he’s already dead…
“Anderson, if we don’t take out this old corpse, we’re all dead.”
Anderson left two faces inside the Arcane Wheel to continue repairs, while one face floated out, controlling the Wheel and unleashing a torrent of spells.
A barrage of spells rained down on the Blood Lich—none above Tier Eight. For him, it was hardly a challenge.
Just moments ago, the Blood Lich faced them without a shield, utterly exposed. Now he conjured a skull-faced shield to protect himself.
Spells struck his shield in a dense barrage, raising only faint ripples—barely making a dent.
But that scene told Agalon and the others something.
“Leon, did you notice anything?”
Agalon appeared at Leon’s side in an instant, wary of the Blood Lich’s moves, while asking what Leon had seen.
Leon had figured it out, but his expression was still grim.
“I see it. That guy is strong, but everything that happened was just bad luck on our part…”
Blaming it on luck, no one laughed—Alonzo’s eyes grew even darker.
“Is it the curse from earlier?”
Anderson kept the Arcane Wheel pouring out spells. They didn’t harm the Blood Lich, but at least bought time—or maybe, the Blood Lich just enjoyed watching them struggle.
Leon shot a dark look at Alonzo—the mysterious academy’s head, an expert in arcane artifacts.
“If I’m right, it’s the Curse of Misfortune. He sacrificed his own leg, but there’s no way he’d do something so drastic for nothing.
If I’m not mistaken, his leg came from the Lord of Misfortune’s remains—flesh and blood infused with the Lord’s power. Using it as a catalyst, he unleashed the Curse of Misfortune. Right now, every one of us has luck so bad it’s unreal.
Even if he just stood there, eyes closed, we couldn’t kill him. Worse, with luck this rotten, we might end up killing each other by accident.”
When Leon finished, everyone’s face changed completely.
The Curse of Misfortune is the Lord of Misfortune’s power. Among god-demons, he’s not the strongest, since his curse barely affects them. But for anyone beneath their rank, if he uses his own flesh as a medium, the Curse of Misfortune is a bloodless, terrifying way to kill.