Chapter 1319
The strongest Fusion Shield was torn apart. It would take several seconds to reassemble—even after reorganizing rule runes and mobilizing the elemental shields, it would still require precious seconds. For most Heavenly Mages, once the Fusion Shield is shattered, it’s impossible to restore it in less than ten seconds...
As crisis descended, Leon only grew colder, calmer. Beneath his feet, the phantom of an ancient bronze balance appeared; the Spellbook of Ages and the Arcane Wheel settled on opposite sides.
The terrifying force ripped from the void surged into the Arcane Wheel, instantly pushing its power to Level 43. This wasn’t just spellcasting force—it was computational power...
The moment the Arcane Wheel ascended from True Spirit Artifact to Transcendent Artifact, its computational power exploded—hundredfold growth in an instant...
Across from him, the Arclight Golem, darting through midair, fired another arrow...
In a flash, Leon’s state soared to the limit—the influence of the Natural Semi-Plane, the Arcane Wheel’s calculations, the integration of magitech armor—all combined to yield the perfect solution...
A gleam lit the Dragonstaff; a spell shot from the Spellbook of Ages, merging with Leon’s power. Instantly, a silver mirror—over three meters tall—materialized before him: a spell fusing spatial reflection and Water Mirror, cast only by those who’ve mastered both water and space rules.
After conjuring the first silver mirror, data flooded Leon’s eyes; spell after spell flew from the Spellbook of Ages.
The mirror floating in front of Leon tilted at a sharp angle. The silver arrow struck the mirror—instantly, the surface shattered, but the arrow itself was deflected, shooting toward Leon’s feet.
The reason Leon hadn’t cast this spell before was simple: the silver mirror couldn’t transmit the enemy’s power. The mirror would shatter before it could reflect the force, killing Leon outright behind it...
With precise calculations, Leon reached a conclusion: if the angle between the silver mirror and the arrow was ninety degrees, it would be useless. But if the angle was narrowed to just over ten degrees, the mirror would shatter, yet the arrow would still be reflected...
The instant the arrow, like a beam of light, was reflected, another silver mirror appeared ahead, reflecting it again. After six consecutive reflections, the arrow circled beneath Leon’s feet, then shot up past his head—reversing course toward the Arclight Golem.
The arrow, moving at terrifying speed, pierced the Arclight Golem’s chest the moment it was reflected—shattering its Magic Reaction Core...
The Arclight Golem held its massive bow, disbelief flickering in its crystal eyes. Its right hand had already drawn the bow halfway, but without the Magic Reaction Core, its gathered power dissipated rapidly...
Leon unleashed another black wind blade, severing the creature’s metal head. Instantly, the Arclight Golem’s huge body crashed toward the ground...
With experience from last time, Leon caught the Arclight Golem’s body and fled immediately. As expected, the moment the Arclight Golem died, Steel City’s defensive countermeasures activated—like dozens of Sky Rank Level 1 and 2 powerhouses attacking at once...
Back inside Agalon’s concealed shield, Leon nearly collapsed from exhaustion.
That Arclight Golem wielded the Law of Light, which Leon had never comprehended. Even the Natural Semi-Plane’s rule evolution hadn’t produced a true Law of Light yet—just a faint prototype.
Without mastery of those rules, and with only a prototype in the Natural Semi-Plane, Leon couldn’t rely on his previous battle experience to fight effectively.
To make matters worse, even the Arcane Wheel couldn’t predict the opponent’s movements or spell trajectories. The enemy’s rank was two levels higher—making battle impossible...
“Now do you understand why developing the Natural Semi-Plane is crucial? Its perfect evolution brings immeasurable benefits. You’ve already learned to use rules for passive defense.
But if a rule hasn’t fully evolved in the Natural Semi-Plane, passive defense is far from easy. Well done—against an opponent like this, any mage below Sky Rank Level 5, except Spatial Mages and Light Mages, wouldn’t survive.
Alright, let’s move on to the next one...”
Leon’s face turned a little green. This kind of combat was dancing on a knife’s edge. Sure, the threat of death made his insights soar, but one mistake and he’d be dead...
Even if these alchemical golems used rules in a rigid way, any Heavenly Mage could outmatch them. But their power levels were undeniable...
Despite his nerves, Leon didn’t refuse. The benefits of this kind of battle were immeasurable—almost equal to a Transcendent breakthrough.
Every opponent was handpicked by Agalon—perfectly suited to him, squeezing out all his potential, but not killing him outright. As long as he played it perfectly, Leon could turn the tables...
But this was Leon, after all. It was like tossing a rookie who’d just learned swordplay—with a secret manual—onto a blood-soaked battlefield. The odds of survival were vanishingly slim...
One month later...
Leon staggered out of the Golem Graveyard, watching a tiny black dot vanish on the horizon and letting out a shaky breath.
Agalon’s form materialized behind Leon.
“Well done. You’ve progressed incredibly fast. In no time, you’ll reach Sky Rank Level 4. Your mastery of the Natural Semi-Plane is at its current limit, and your understanding and application of rules can’t go much further.
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Training here can end now..."
Agalon’s face was tinged with awe, his eyes brimming with satisfied amusement.
A true genius. Frightening talent, frightening insight, frightening adaptability—and with that impossibly perfect Natural Semi-Plane. Ten years, and he might truly reach my current power.
I used to think—even with a Natural Semi-Plane—ten years wouldn’t be enough to take someone from just breaking into Sky Rank, all the way to Level 9. It seemed utterly impossible.
It took me nearly two years to reach what he’s done now. He managed it in just one month...
Agalon was satisfied. Leon, on the other hand, tasted bitterness in his mouth. He looked at his tattered robe, half-burned hair, and right arm covered in burns—he even reeked of roasted meat...
All this to escape a Level 46 Berserker Golem. He had no idea what Agalon was doing—every time, it was like some super-provocation: a Berserker Golem would charge out as if Leon had slaughtered its entire family...
In a month, starting with a Level 45 alchemical golem, he was supposed to kill it. But soon, the challenge escalated to Level 46 golems—now survival alone was enough...
Any Level 46 alchemical golem could tear his Fusion Shield apart with ease, while his attacks couldn’t breach their defenses at all.
For the first twenty days, he faced Level 45 golems. Only during the first fifteen could Leon kill them; in the last half month, he didn’t kill a single one.
Especially in the last ten days, every opponent was Level 46. The first time, his Fusion Shield was shredded in an instant—he nearly had his heart ripped out.
Ten days of desperate flight—every day, a golem hunted him relentlessly. After a day, the golem would give up; whether that was Agalon’s doing or just how they were programmed, Leon couldn’t be sure...
Ten days on the run—if he lost focus for even a second, he’d be killed instantly. His nerves were stretched to the breaking point.
Finally, the training was over. Leon quickly took out an Elixir of Life, drank half, and smeared the rest over his wounds.
Following Agalon out of the Plane of Golems, the first thing Leon did was return to his demi-plane for a proper sleep.
After a month of relentless battle, his mind was stretched to the limit. Only sleep could ease that tension. As Leon slept, his soul slipped into slumber too, impurities seeping out, his spirit growing purer and his soul power surging upward.