Chapter 1492
This shield can only withstand a sudden burst of force up to five thousand. So, as long as the force unleashed in an instant reaches five thousand, the shield will be torn apart.
Almost all shields work this way. That's why mages with powerful explosive force are generally much stronger in combat.
But this magical artifact is something special. Its maximum tolerance and its instant burst tolerance are the same, and these values even fluctuate constantly. As long as there's mana left in the necklace, the shield will never break.
The limit is the mana in the necklace. If an attack can instantly drain all the mana from the necklace, the artifact's protection will fail. As long as there's mana, not even gods or demons can break this shield. The theory holds up, but even Leon can now unleash a strike that drains all the artifact's mana...
But who doesn't love hearing pleasant things? Alonzo, feeling much better after stopping, no longer thinks about dragging Marianne off for experiments and instead starts bickering with Agalon.
Leon let out a sigh of relief. Marianne followed suit, and Anderson beside them did the same. As for Hubert, he looked at the set of magical artifacts on Marianne with envy—probably wanting to snatch them, but unable to do so right now...
Leon ignored Agalon and Alonzo, who were still arguing nonstop. The two old guys had already shifted the topic to who first invented the Bullfighting Potion back in the day...
A layer of gray mist rose from Leon's body—death energy emerged, and in an instant he transformed into the Skeleton King. The moment he became undead, he felt the information from the Field of Bones flood into his mind.
He was the only undead left here. The inheritance of the Field of Bones automatically fell into his hands.
Leon felt a stir in his heart and turned back into a human. Instantly, he could no longer sense any information from the Field of Bones, but he could clearly feel that he could now leave this place. The master of the Field of Bones had already fallen.
He had originally planned to leave this way, or summon Ragulin and the others to inherit the Field of Bones. Now that he could inherit it himself, he did so—and the inheritance only worked in Skeleton King form. In human form, the Field of Bones was completely useless to him.
Thinking about it, Leon felt that with the Chapter of the Fallen and the Field of Bones, he could probably pull off something really special. Who knows when it might come in handy.
He transformed into undead again and accepted the inheritance of the Field of Bones. In an instant, the space here gradually faded and then completely disappeared.
The endless earth paved with bones vanished, replaced by the original black ground. Nothing around them had changed; the battle within the Field of Bones hadn't affected the outside at all.
Leon sensed a special mark appearing on the back of his skeletal hand. He could feel that this was the Field of Bones, and he could summon it at any time.
Once he turned human again, he could no longer sense the Field of Bones—not even the slightest connection remained.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared. Giovanni, who had long been ignored, was practically in tears—still nailed in place, and even after the Blood Lich was taken out, he was still controlled by the artifact. After all, the Blood Lich wasn't truly destroyed; only a body was taken down. He might already be waiting somewhere to awaken in a new vessel.
Only by destroying the Blood Lich's soul can you truly kill him. Right now, his soul is inside the Death Tome. It's troublesome, but there's a way. As long as his soul is destroyed, the Blood Lich is finally dead for good.
But this is something to ponder carefully after getting back. The Blood Lich's soul is already entangled with a piece of the God-Demon Soul—they're basically fused into one. Destroying a God-Demon Soul is no ordinary task. More importantly, after destroying the Blood Lich's body, he might be reviving in a backup vessel right now.
So many years have passed—even if the Blood Lich hasn’t cultivated another peak-level backup body at rank forty-nine, he’s at least got a rank forty-nine one by now.
Once he’s revived, it won’t take long before he’s back at his peak. The Blood Lich must have prepared everything to restore his strength as quickly as possible—who knows, maybe he’s already come back to life...
This is the Undead Plane, after all. If the Blood Lich is determined to stop us and keep everyone trapped here, it really wouldn’t be all that hard.
"Teacher, you all head back first and start setting up the Hexagram Formation. I have other arrangements to make in the Undead Plane. The Blood Lich definitely won’t give up so easily—there’s bound to be even fiercer battles ahead, and maybe more powerful undead will show up..."
After chatting briefly with Agalon and the others, the group disappeared. They all knew Leon could disguise himself as undead, and with that ability, he was basically safe in the Undead Plane. Even if danger did come, he could just blend into the Sea of Undead—no one would ever find him.
Having wasted so much time, nobody knew what had become of the front lines...
Agalon and the rest all left. For now, sneaking back to the Leviathan Realm wasn’t too difficult—but wait a little longer, and it might not be so easy.
Once everyone was gone, Leon reopened the Natural Semi-Plane and sent Hubert, Reina, and Marianne back. Then, with a twist, he transformed into the Skeleton King again.
Without the Reaper’s Scythe, he was just an ordinary skeleton. Even with a cloak, it didn’t make much difference—the Undead Plane had plenty of skeletons with cloaks, not all of them Skeleton Kings.
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The environment here was basically destroyed. Giovanni had vanished too—maybe he was truly scared out of his wits this time. Once the Blood Lich died, the restraints on him must have disappeared. That miserable guy probably doesn’t dare show up again.
Getting targeted by the Blood Lich and turned into a human-shaped key—that’s a fate far worse than just dying outright.
Leon didn’t care whether Giovanni was dead or had run away. As long as he wasn’t hopelessly stupid, he’d know that showing his face anywhere now would only end in disaster.
There was no need to re-enter the Realm of Nightmares, and Leon had no intention of tracking Giovanni down.
Heading back the way he came, Leon quickly returned to the Blighted Domain. Stretching over thousands of kilometers, the front lines were packed with undead creatures. The dark beings were nowhere to be seen—most likely, the undead had wiped them out or driven them off during the recent infighting.
It looked like a battlefield spanning thousands of kilometers, but for the Undead Plane, that wasn’t particularly large. Endless undead could easily fill the entire front line.
Even though the dark beings were gone, the undead hadn’t stopped fighting among themselves. The war was even more brutal than before—constant battles, with undead pouring into the slaughterfields nonstop.
On the undead side of the front, the ground was almost completely covered with corpses. The aura of death had turned into storm clouds, blotting out the sky. As Leon approached, the silent, brutal atmosphere of the battlefield left him shaken.
More undead kept pouring in from the rear, and huge flocks of flying undead were tearing each other apart in the sky. Remains rained down onto the ground like a storm.
Sometimes, undead on the ground were even killed by falling debris from above...
Leon, in Skeleton King form, sped across the battlefield, still full of questions. During his time in the Undead Plane—entering the Realm of Nightmares, the Field of Bones, all these strange worlds—time had become muddled. He couldn’t even calculate how long it had been, but it was definitely at least half a year.
The sea of fire stretching for thousands of kilometers at the center of the battlefield was now mostly extinguished. Even if it wasn’t completely out, most of it was gone. The passage couldn’t be severed anymore, and some places were already passable. Meanwhile, the undead infighting had only grown more intense.
Leon raced through the battlefield, heading toward Gimble’s territory. The fiercer the undead infighting, the better it was for the humans—if it had been a normal war, humanity honestly wouldn’t have stood a chance against the undead.
Time was short now. To set up the Hexagram Formation, all the undead had to be driven out of the passage. If they had decades, it wouldn’t be too hard.
But now the passage was stabilizing faster than expected. Entering it, Leon realized its power limit had already surpassed Sky Rank Seven. Even Sky Rank Eight powerhouses could make a move here. The truly powerful ones still couldn’t, but ordinary Sky Rank Eights were now free to act.
The passage was stabilizing even faster than anticipated. They had to speed up—once Sky Rank Nine powerhouses could act here, things would get much harder.
Although Northend’s top experts were definitely stronger than the undead of the Undead Plane, keeping the enemy out of this space was getting harder, and setting up the Hexagram Formation would only get tougher.
If the passage fully stabilized and even those beyond Sky Rank could act here, things would get even more complicated. The odds of sealing the passage would be close to zero.
With all these thoughts racing through his mind, Leon finally arrived at Gimble’s territory—and was completely stunned by what he saw.