Chapter 676: Neverending
Behind him, the Storm Shaman—barely one and a half meters tall—raised his lightning staff and cast Bloodlust and Lightning Shield on the Minotaur Totem Warrior.
"Blasphemy against the Wolf God! Death is your only punishment!"
The Storm Shaman also shouted hoarsely, and judging by his look, if he could go berserk, he would do it without hesitation.
Leon watched the Minotaur Totem Warrior charge, the ground trembling beneath its hooves, and felt nothing but frustration.
What the hell is this? When I dug up the Heart of Molten Fire, this stubborn Minotaur didn’t go berserk, but now he’s charging in like a madman...
Anderson had been waiting impatiently, controlling the Arcane Wheel to unleash a barrage of spells.
Hubert, who had just broken through, was riding high on adrenaline, swinging Slaughter as he rushed forward...
He charged straight at the Storm Shaman...
Leon’s face was grim as he summoned his Fire Elemental Avatar. With a flick of the Doombringer Staff, a chain of flame shackles shot out, snaking from every direction toward the Minotaur Totem Warrior.
But the berserk Minotaur Totem Warrior, now empowered by Bloodlust and Lightning Shield, was a walking monstrosity—plowing through everything in his path. Every flame shackle that wrapped around him was torn apart by sheer brute force...
He swung his Totem Pillar in front of him, blocking every Flame Spear and Frost Orb thrown his way. Not even his speed was slowed by the barrage.
Eyes bloodshot and breath ragged, the Minotaur charged forward. At thirty meters out, he unleashed a Bull Rush—hugging his Totem Pillar, lowering his head, horns aimed straight ahead, his speed suddenly tripling.
Each stride covered four or five meters—he’d close the thirty-meter gap in just a few steps. Anything in his way was flattened, even ancient trees as thick as three men’s embrace were snapped in half, and his speed never faltered.
As he charged, the ground beneath his hooves crumpled like a carpet, leaving deep furrows wherever he passed.
Leon’s eyelid twitched. He quickly cast an Illusion Spell, leaving a perfect replica at his original spot, while his real body became a streak of flame, blinking dozens of meters away.
No sooner had he landed than the Minotaur smashed through the illusion, continuing his relentless charge.
Leon knew that if he didn’t stop the Minotaur, this guy would keep rampaging forever. As an Ancestral Warden, he wasn’t bound by the limits of ordinary minotaurs.
Gripping the Doombringer Staff, Leon blinked twice with Flame Flash, landing over a hundred meters away. Then, he began chanting—he’d found the Gate of Eskrym spell in the Spellbook of Ages, and surprisingly, it was only a sixth-tier spell.
This was the kind of defensive spell every warrior wanted. Leon memorized it instantly, and guessed it must’ve been perfected by that half-lich before.
Because the true essence of the Gate of Eskrym is, in fact, an advanced form of the Ice Wall spell. Once you've mastered the Ice Wall to its absolute limit, what you get is the Gate of Eskrym. Strictly speaking, this isn't a spell you can just learn—it's a transformation.
Urgent incantations spilled from my lips as I swept the dragonstaff through the air. Several meters ahead, the Gate of Eskrym erupted from the ground—a deep blue ice door, its surface carved with two massive frost dragons, and all around it, dozens of tiny ice beast statues glimmered in the cold.
The enormous gate, more than four meters tall and three wide, stood firm before me. At that very moment, Cooper's berserk bull charge crashed headlong into it.
A deafening boom echoed out, shaking the ground itself. Cracks—thick enough to see with the naked eye—spread from the center of the Gate of Eskrym, spiderwebbing outward...
Cooper’s bull charge finally ground to a halt. But the Minotaur, dazed and reeling from the impact, clung to his Totem Pillar and swung it wildly. A streak of dark energy blasted out from the pillar.
In the blink of an eye, the Gate of Eskrym exploded into a shower of fragments, each one the size of a fist.
My eyelids twitched. I flicked my wrist, unleashing a Sea of Fire spell, then instantly transformed it into a Flame Flash to teleport far away.
After going berserk, this Minotaur was basically unstoppable. The effect wasn’t quite as wild as a Viking Berserker, but honestly, it wasn’t far off. That kind of headlong, brute-force assault left me with zero time to cast anything big—and even my instant spells barely scratched him.
That Gate of Eskrym, while nowhere near as sturdy as the one Kirk could conjure, should've held for at least two or three seconds. Who could've guessed it wouldn't even last a single second?
One hit—and it shattered...
"Damn humans! How dare you blaspheme the Wolf God—Cooper will make you pay!"
The Minotaur bellowed again, eyes blazing red, and charged forward.
Anderson’s expression turned odd at those words, looking utterly speechless.
The Arcane Wheel unleashed a torrent of spells, but Cooper didn’t even try to dodge. He barreled through the magical barrage, ignoring everyone else—his single-minded focus locked on Leon.
In the distance, the Storm Shaman, protected by two Lightning Shields, faced Hubert’s assault. He didn’t even spare Hubert a glance, striding toward Leon with his lightning staff crackling. If Leon so much as paused for a second, dark clouds would gather overhead and lightning would strike down.
Leon’s face was grim. These two crazed Ancestral Wardens ignored everyone else, hell-bent on making him pay. He barely had time to fight back.
They were like fanatics—so obsessed with punishing Leon, they’d risk everything, even their lives. One look at Cooper’s crazed eyes told you he’d gladly die if it meant killing Leon.
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After a few minutes of being chased, the others’ attacks began to wane. The scene was bizarre—Hubert smashed one of the Storm Shaman’s Lightning Shields, nearly caving in his skull, but the so-called orc sage didn’t even glance at Hubert...
Hubert was left wondering whether he should keep fighting...
Anderson let the Arcane Wheel fire spells for a while, then hovered in midair, satisfied with the power of the Heart of Blazeforge.
But once a Lightning Chain is cast, it won’t dissipate until it hits its target.
Especially now—the Storm Shaman, in a rage, turned the Lightning Chain into a Lightning Reverb, capable of jumping up to seven times. All seven strikes were aimed at Leon alone.
Now the Three-Eyed Shadow Wolf had leapt in front of Leon. Who knew if the spell might accidentally hurt his Wolf God?
The Storm Shaman struggled to control the Lightning Chain. Seeing Cooper still frozen, he quickly redirected the spell toward Cooper.
The Lightning Chain twisted in midair and struck Cooper...
A bolt of electricity flashed across Cooper’s body, shattering the freezing spell. The Lightning Chain arced around him, unleashing seven consecutive strikes that left Cooper twitching on the ground.
His whole body was scorched black, the Lightning Chain vanished, but Cooper kept spasming uncontrollably...
The Three-Eyed Shadow Wolf opened its mouth, lifted its head, and howled at Cooper and the Storm Shaman—a babyish howl, but full of deep dissatisfaction.
No one could tell what the wolf’s howl meant, but both Ancestral Wardens went pale with fear.
Still twitching, Cooper dropped to his knees, pressing his limbs and head to the ground in worship. Even his berserk state faded away in terror...
The Storm Shaman rushed over and knelt down without a second thought.
"Noble Wolf God, how could your humble servant Gale Ketcher dare raise a hand against you? Please don’t misunderstand—we only meant to punish the blasphemer..."
Before he could finish, the Three-Eyed Shadow Wolf bared its teeth and yowled again.
Gale Ketcher and Cooper scrambled backward on their knees.
"Noble Wolf God, we’re backing off now..."
Gale Ketcher and Cooper retreated thirty or forty meters, then—remembering something—hurled their Totem Pillar and lightning staff far away, prostrating themselves in worship.
Leon grimaced, raising the Doombringer Staff and grumbling, "So are you guys done fighting or what? Damn it, you chased me all over—now you just quit?"