Chapter 1035: Ghost Behemoth
The Sage's Chapter flickered with frequent brilliance, advancing once again. Now, it could imprint sixth-level Limit Spells, and after absorbing so much Necrotic Essence, it would last for quite a long time.
The undead within several hundred meters were wiped out, but those behind still surged forward relentlessly. Leon sneered, pulling out five half-meter-long scrolls, and even a massive one a meter long.
The first four were all Void Meteor Summon scrolls with eighth-level power, while the last one was a modified scroll Leon had crafted—its quantity and size forcibly boosted the spell's strength. Though not quite a Mythic Spell, it was close enough.
He tore open all five scrolls at once, then immediately bolted away in a frenzy.
A terrifying surge of arcane resonance erupted on the spot. The four smaller scrolls vanished instantly in streaks of light, while the largest scroll floated into midair, unfurling into a seven-meter-long sheet covered in dense runes and patterns. Its dreadful magical power radiated outward before the scroll turned to ash, and a thick beam of light shot skyward, vanishing from sight.
Three seconds later, a deafening roar echoed from the sky as a colossal meteor, trailed by four smaller ones, hurtled toward the earth.
Leon glanced at the meteor, at least three thousand meters across, and his face changed abruptly. He’d known the spell was powerful, but luck had summoned a meteor three thousand meters in diameter—and it seemed to be rich in metallic ore...
With a diameter of three thousand meters, it would shrink to just a few dozen meters when it hit the ground. But if it contained metal veins, once the impurities burned away, its impact would be far greater than a mere rock of several hundred meters...
Leon's face went a little green, but at this point, he couldn't spare a thought for the swathes of Soul Fire and Necrotic Essence behind him...
"If you don't want to die, run faster..."
Leon sprinted past the group, not even pausing as he kept running. Hughban, Reina, and the others understood his words instantly; without a shred of hesitation, they unleashed everything they had and bolted after him.
After what had just happened, Joey and the rest didn't dare ask questions. Whatever Leon said, they did. Nine people, patched-up alchemical golems in tow, all dashed forward like a pack of mad dogs...
Above, a flock of skeletal wyverns recklessly charged toward the falling Void Meteor, but they couldn't even get close.
The Void Meteor plummeted at a terrifying speed—one moment it was thousands of meters up, the next it was nearly at the ground. The raging winds it dragged down shredded over a thousand skeletal wyverns in an instant...
Boom...
A thunderous crash rippled through the earth, making the ground tremble. A mushroom cloud soared skyward, clearly visible even from several kilometers away—at least a thousand meters tall.
Then the terrifying shockwave spread out—in a single second, it blasted across several kilometers. Any undead caught in its path were torn to pieces, their Soul Fire utterly snuffed out...
Only several kilometers out did the shockwave's power finally drop off, merely wiping out some low-level undead...
As for Leon and the others sprinting ahead, the shockwave hit them too—but by the time it reached here, its strength was no longer at its peak.
The group clung to their shields, but it was like a bunch of crazed leaves in a storm—everyone was swept up and sent flying.
After landing, they looked utterly miserable. Everyone had a mouthful of dirt, their shields were torn apart, and their robes were in tatters. Each had some minor injuries, but with a single life potion, not even a scar remained...
Once they got back on their feet, the group stared at the scene behind them, faces pale with shock.
The earth was gouged with a crater nearly a thousand meters wide, surrounded by several smaller pits over a hundred meters across. The terrain for several kilometers was utterly destroyed—the ground split and shattered, the once-flat grassland now a jagged mess...
"Merlin, were you trying to wipe us out too?"
Andefa's three faces were all stricken with horror, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Leon gulped down a life potion, looking a little green himself. He couldn't really explain—summoning a Void Meteor is always a bit of a gamble.
If the summoned meteor is just rock, most of it burns away before hitting the ground, and its power is roughly on par with a strong eighth-level spell.
But if luck strikes and you get a meteor loaded with metal veins, the power skyrockets—ten times stronger wouldn't be an exaggeration...
Because a meteor with metal veins burns less during descent, so it hits the ground even bigger.
Add in the impact force, and of course a metal sphere hits harder than a rock...
When casting the spell, it doesn't care about composition—just the overall size. As long as the meteor is big enough to be dragged in by magic, that's all that matters.
So, the power of this spell really does come down to luck. Up to now, Leon had only ever summoned ordinary meteors, so he hadn't thought much of it. But with this custom super scroll, fortune smiled and he got one loaded with metal veins.
The impact after landing rivaled a ninth-level, wide-area Mythic Spell.
If they'd been even a little slower, Leon's spell could've wiped them all out...
"Move, now! No time to explain..."
Leon brushed it off and kept pushing forward.
With all this chaos on the Andalusia side, there was no way the Odin Kingdom hadn't noticed. When Didara saw the spell's power, even his face turned green.
Dilath's face went completely white.
Damn, that Leon Merlin actually has a Mythic Scroll? That spell is insanely strong—easily on par with a second-rank Sky-tier mage's best attack. No, wait, at least a third-rank Sky-tier would be needed to cast something this terrifying...
Hmph, lucky for them they weren't surrounded and finished off by the undead. But now that the Mythic Scroll's been used up, if they get trapped again, let's see how they handle it...
Damn bastards. Unbelievable luck. I've never even seen a Mythic Scroll before...
Morgan, off to the side, couldn't help but wipe cold sweat, muttering to himself.
A Mythic Scroll, huh? Merlin actually has such a trump card. But even without it, the undead couldn't stop him anyway.
Even if all of us died, Merlin and Didara would probably still make it out...
Thanks to that lucky meteor—ten times stronger than normal—the undead pursuit was stalled for a moment. And in a situation like this, even a moment is precious.
No one, from Odin Kingdom or Andalusia, had any intention of fighting to the death anymore...
There were just too many undead...
Both sides regrouped, but before they could say a word, the ground started trembling again. In the undead army behind them, a cluster of necromancers gathered to cast a large-scale summoning spell.
Endless death energy converged, shaking the earth violently—a colossal creature at least a hundred and fifty meters tall burst out from underground.
A thick shroud of death energy coiled around its body, which looked like a gorilla scaled up hundreds of times. Half-sitting, half-reclining, it braced itself on the ground with two arms, each claw boasting three talons over twenty meters long.
Its head was a bizarre blend of crocodile beast and hippopotamus, with two massive tusks curving from its lips like ivory, and three rows of interlocking fangs packed within.
Combined with its savage, menacing aura, the creature radiated oppressive power.
Roar...
Its furious roar thundered in everyone's ears like rolling lightning. Dozens of orc skeleton soldiers nearby exploded one after another, their Soul Fire snuffed out by the sheer force of the roar.
At the sight of this behemoth, everyone's expression changed—Didara and Leon's faces both shifted slightly.
"My god, a Sky-tier Ghost Behemoth..."
A high-pitched scream rang out among the group, and cold sweat broke out on every brow.
"We have to kill this thing. If we don't, we'll never shake off these filthy undead..."
Didara gave the order without hesitation, charging in first. His Burning Soul Robe fused completely with him as he unleashed his full power.
A barrage of fire spells rained down from above, forming a massive wave of flames that crashed toward the Ghost Behemoth, incinerating every orc undead in its path.
The Ghost Behemoth arched its back, baring its razor-sharp teeth. Blood-red eyes fixed on Didara, it roared—a ripple of shockwaves spread out before it, the sonic blast whipping up fierce winds and shattering the ground into jagged fragments.
The massive wave of fire was briefly stalled by its roar, but the Ghost Behemoth didn't dodge—instead, it charged straight ahead on all fours.
Its claws, each over twenty meters long, slashed toward the firewave with terrifying force, distorting the space in front of it. Where the claws struck, rifts in space flickered in and out of existence.
The Ghost Behemoth tore the firewave apart with brute force, its claws crossing as it pierced through the wall of fire. In less than three seconds, it had forced its way through nearly two hundred meters of blazing river, shredding it into ordinary elemental flames.
Seeing the Ghost Behemoth's ferocity, everyone's expression darkened—no one could afford to hold back now.
Behemoths are the orcs' ultimate trump card in war, only unleashed for the largest battles.
These terrifying beasts rely solely on raw physical strength, with no magic at all. In close combat, even dragons can't match them. The king of Behemoths, the Golden Behemoth, is the only creature in the Northrend world that can go toe-to-toe with a Gold Dragon from the five-colored dragon clans.
Among the five-colored dragons, the Gold Dragon boasts the most powerful body. Its melee prowess is the pinnacle among all creatures, and the three-headed Gold Dragon is said to be the strongest brawler short of gods and demons.
The fact that a Behemoth can go toe-to-toe with a Gold Dragon in close combat says everything about how powerful these giants truly are.