Chapter 1118: Did You See It?
Unfortunately, in the end, it was a complete failure. The alchemical device developed by the Burning Tower merely guides out the power within the Beast God's Blood bit by bit, turning it into a mist of blood, which the mage then tries to fuse with.
It's just too crude. I really don't know where Didara and Diras get their confidence from...
Leon Merlin's face was expressionless as he quietly began to retreat...
After more than ten seconds, Boros's aura was still surging wildly. The blood mist and crimson light spread and enveloped the area, so those outside couldn't see what was happening inside anymore.
All they could sense was the top of the alchemical device, where the birth of transcendent power was accelerating. The powerful aura had already whipped up a whirlwind, ravenously devouring the surrounding mana.
The light around the alchemical device dimmed, as if much of it had been swallowed. The sky grew gloomy—darkness was descending.
A patch of shadow appeared out of nowhere around the device, like a shadow cast by the sky itself, shrouding an area two or three hundred meters in radius.
Boros's aura had already reached Sky Rank, but his transcendental transformation still hadn't stopped—the growth of his power showed no sign of slowing.
Feeling the very real surge of his aura.
Morgan's face showed a hint of shock.
Damn, this guy Boros—he only broke through to Titled Archmage when he was nearly a hundred, and after all these years, he just barely reached ninth-level Titled Archmage, grinding his way up with resources and sheer time.
His talent had nothing to do with Sky Rank, so how did he break through so fast? Now he's already Sky Rank, transcendental transformation complete, just lacking mastery of transcendent power—and he's still getting stronger...
Damn it, once he completes his breakthrough, won't he be stronger than me?
Is this alchemical device from the Burning Tower really that powerful? Is it even better than the transformation potion Lord Merlin gave me?
No, wait—Lord Merlin told me he was just here to watch the show. Didn't that mean they were bound to fail?
Huh? Where's Lord Merlin?
Morgan was still puzzled when he saw Leon Merlin had unknowingly retreated to the very back of the crowd. Instantly, Morgan's expression changed.
Damn, why did Lord Merlin move to the back? Is he planning to run away?
It's over, it's over—Boros is definitely going to break through. They've succeeded!
Lord Merlin's relationship with Diras was far from friendly. That fool Diras was like a hungry wolf—if his side suddenly gained a Sky Rank powerhouse, he might immediately start trouble for Lord Merlin...
Morgan hesitated for a moment, then quietly slipped to the back of the crowd, lowering his voice as he sidled up to Leon Merlin.
"Lord Merlin, are we leaving now? Don't worry—even if that idiot really breaks through, Diras won't dare mess with you.
Both Raphael and I have already reached Sky Rank, and even if Boros succeeds, with Didara on their side, they only have two Sky Rank fighters.
When the time comes, Raphael and I will each hold one off, and you can take the chance to finish off that fool Diras—so even if he has the means, he won't get the chance to reach Sky Rank..."
Leon Merlin couldn't help but feel a bit amused by Morgan's bloodthirsty plan.
"Morgan, I think you've misunderstood. Relax, I just want to stand farther away and watch the show—naturally, I don't plan on getting involved..."
Morgan looked a bit confused, but Leon Merlin didn't explain further and simply gave Morgan an instruction.
"Go tell Raphael quietly to stand a little farther back."
After that, Leon Merlin discreetly channeled a thread of mana to notify Joey and Helen, telling them to stand a bit farther away—just watch the show from the back of the crowd.
Joey and Helen were confused, but having known Leon Merlin for so long, they certainly weren't fools. They quietly slipped to the back of the crowd without drawing attention. In fact, given their weaker strength, it seemed perfectly natural for them to stand at the rear.
Now, only a vague shadow of the alchemical device could be seen, as if it was completely shrouded in darkness. At the center of the shadow was a patch of dark red blood mist, and Boros's powerful aura had become a raging wind, spreading outward endlessly.
Diras stood nearby, visibly excited, not even caring that his own mana was being siphoned away. His eyes were wild with fervor.
Success—it's about to succeed!
No, it's already a success. The power of the Beast God's Blood hasn't run out yet, and Boros is growing even stronger. As long as he fully absorbs and fuses that drop of Beast God's Blood, his strength will rival a mage who has long stabilized at Sky Rank!
A Sky Rank powerhouse—soon I'll have one under my command. Boros has served me faithfully for so long; his loyalty is beyond doubt.
Besides, he secretly signed a contract with me. He'll be my subordinate until the day he dies.
Having a Sky Rank powerhouse under my control—heh, even my uncle can't do that. No, none of the Shadow Tower folks can match me.
And now that I've mastered the method to help mages complete transcendental transformation, there will be more Sky Rank powerhouses in the future.
Want to achieve transcendental transformation?
Alright, all it takes is signing a blood contract with me. It doesn't even need to be strict—just loyalty as my personal subordinate, and everything else is negotiable.
Once Boros completes his breakthrough, I'll have him hunt down those Pseudo Sky Rank Beasts. With Sky Rank power, hunting them will be a breeze.
A hundred mana crystals? I've already got over twenty. Hunt seventy more and I can exchange them for another drop of Beast God's Blood.
Then I can complete transcendental transformation and become a true Sky Rank powerhouse!
With Sky Rank subordinates and a steady stream of new Sky Rank powerhouses, who could possibly stand against me?
Teaming up with the Burning Tower was a brilliant move. They don't know the secret of the Beast God's Blood, so even if they manage to research something, they have no direction.
But I know the secret of the Beast God's Blood—even if I can't invent this alchemical device myself...
Working together means we share the results. Good thing I offered up a drop of Beast God's Blood; otherwise, if the secret leaked and the Burning Tower caught on, I'd be out of the picture...
Heh, when that happens, Shadow Tower and Burning Tower will be the strongest powers around. Even the mightiest forces in Odin Kingdom won't be our match.
With battles like these, there's no need for Titled Archmages. Just send a dozen Sky Rank powerhouses at once—who could possibly oppose us?
Would Raphael still dare to hold a grudge about me running away before? Would Morgan still dare to screw me over?
And then there's Leon Merlin, that Andalusian bumpkin—if he knows what's good for him, he'd better hurry up and join me. Maybe I'd even reluctantly accept him.
If he dares defy me, I'll let him witness the power of a Sky Rank powerhouse—or rather, the power of several of them!
There are fewer and fewer Pseudo Sky Rank Beasts on the Blazeforge Battlefield, but it's fine. With enough Sky Rank powerhouses, we'll join forces with the Burning Tower, sweep through the Blazeforge Orcs, and snatch all their mana crystals.
Then we'll take control of the Blazeforge Battlefield, stockpile enough Beast God's Blood, and turn all of it into Sky Rank powerhouses...
Diras grinned, his pride and excitement barely contained. But as he scanned the crowd, he realized Leon Merlin was nowhere to be seen...
Looking more closely, he finally spotted Leon Merlin at the very back of the crowd...
Damn it, that Leon Merlin must've realized Boros is about to advance and is afraid I'll cause him trouble—he's trying to slip away now.
Now he knows fear? Last time I went looking for him, he wouldn't even meet me. Hmph—if he doesn't submit today, he'll have to face the wrath of a Sky Rank powerhouse!
With that thought, Diras, wearing a smug grin, strode proudly toward Leon Merlin.
"Leon Merlin, why are you standing here? Seriously, why are you all the way at the back? You can't see anything from here, and you can't really feel what's going on either..."
Diras called out loudly, his voice full of smug mockery. He even started addressing Leon Merlin by name, dropping the usual honorifics altogether.
"Leon Merlin, I'm talking to you. What, aren't you supposed to be busy? How do you have time to witness the birth of a Sky Rank powerhouse?
You probably don't know, do you? This newly minted Sky Rank powerhouse is my subordinate—Boros. He's been with me for ages, my most loyal underling."
Diras boasted proudly, but Leon Merlin remained calm, not even bothering to acknowledge him.
Diras sneered, his expression darkening.
"Leon Merlin, hmph, at least you seem to know your place. You Andalusian bumpkins should realize you're weak—you belong right at the back.
I personally visited you before, and you wouldn't even meet me. If you're so busy, why bother coming here to witness the birth of a Sky Rank powerhouse?
Hmph, only Morgan was gullible enough to fall for your tricks—even that so-called transformation potion?
Since you supposedly have a way to use the Beast God's Blood, how come you haven't made another batch after all this time? Your subordinates should be able to complete transcendental transformation too, right? Why haven't any of them broken through yet?
Three hundred mana crystals from Pseudo Sky Rank Beasts—you're one greedy vampire, aren't you!
Morgan's already broken through to Sky Rank, and he's helped you hunt quite a few mana crystals lately. So why haven't you used them yet?
Don't tell me you failed to refine all of them?
Hahaha, Leon Merlin, luck is something you grab once in a while—consider yourself fortunate to have caught it even once. Do you really expect fortune to favor you every time?
Don't kid yourself. Did you see it?
That alchemical device—it's something I developed in collaboration with the Burning Tower. It's a historic milestone for the world of Northend, the key for all mages to enter a new era.
This is the only thing worth trusting. As long as there's Beast God's Blood, we can keep creating Sky Rank powerhouses—no more relying on luck with those so-called potions!
I'm about to become a Sky Rank powerhouse myself. Wasting time with you Andalusian bumpkins isn't worth it.
I'll give you one chance—join me, become my subordinate, sign a blood contract, and I won't hold your past crimes against you.
As long as you serve me well, it's not impossible for you to break through to Sky Rank.
If you hunt down five hundred mana crystals from Pseudo Sky Rank Beasts for me, I'll be magnanimous enough to let you use this great alchemical device once..."