Chapter 1032: Death Temptation
The true terror of the Undead Plane lies in its endless numbers. You could slaughter until your arms go numb and still never finish. Throughout history, Northend has tried to conquer the Undead Plane not once or twice, but countless times. Yet, in the end, only two or three people have ever truly managed to subdue it.
The rest? They all died in the Undead Plane. And most of them didn’t fall in battle—they died when their magic ran dry, or simply collapsed from exhaustion and were worked to death.
Take this place, for example. Don’t think those orc skeleton soldiers can’t fly and that you’re safe in the sky. Up above, swarms of skeletal Wyverns circle—at least ten thousand, probably more. If a Sky Rank mage gets surrounded by these bone dragons, even if they survive, they’ll be lucky to keep their skin intact.
Ironically, the ground is actually a bit safer. Sure, there are hordes of orc skeletons down here, but they’re only around Level Ten. One spell can clear them out in a sweep. If you want to break through, ground is your fastest route.
Dida La was a perfect example of the Burning Tower’s style—always the first to strike whenever battle broke out.
Facing these low-level undead, Dida La didn’t hold back. He unleashed the avatar of the Burning Soul Robe, pushing its power to the brink—just one step away from full fusion.
He swung his massive metal staff, and orange flames erupted, surging into a tidal wave of fire that swept in one direction. Wherever the orange inferno passed, every orc undead was set ablaze, turning to ash in less than a second...
Dida La led the charge, with the rest following behind the main force. Leon didn’t hesitate to join in. Others might think Dida La just picked a random direction, but Leon could see the truth—his scouting showed this route had the fewest orc undead, the smallest undead spread, and the least reinforcements. It was their best shot at breaking out.
With endless orc undead ahead, no one dared let their guard down. Everyone was giving it everything they had.
Didara charged at the very front, a roaring wave of orange fire—over ten meters wide—sweeping ahead of him. Against the Orc Undead, this fiery magic was nothing short of annihilation; those caught in its blaze were instantly reduced to ashes.
The mages of Dunespire Tower found their true strength here, far surpassing what they could muster in the temple. The pitch-black earth rapidly transformed into sand, waves of it surging forth to shield the Dunespire mages at the center. Swirling yellow sands surrounded the protective waves, and whenever they clashed with Orc Undead soldiers, the sand would twist and tear them apart, scattering their bones in an instant.
The Odin Kingdom, Henry Family, and Shadow Tower each unleashed their own methods to break through. The King of Odin released an alchemical chariot drawn by golem horses, while the Shadow Tower cast vast shadows, creating phantom decoys to mislead the Orc Undead. Their relentless charges bought precious time and conserved energy—vital when facing the undead horde.
Of all the groups from Odin Kingdom, it was the Skyhold Fortress contingent that struggled the most. Their Floating Fortress, in this terrain, became the perfect target for the skeletal Wyverns. Amidst the dense undead ranks, the Wyverns couldn’t fully unleash their power, but in midair, their overwhelming numbers quickly became apparent. If not for their hasty retreat, one of their Floating Fortresses would have been shot down by now…
On the Andalusia Kingdom’s side, Leon led the charge. Manifesting his elemental fire avatar, Leon unleashed a sea of elemental flames ahead, incinerating the Orc Undead much like Didara—his pure elemental fire swept through them mercilessly. With bursts of fire magic, he cleared swathes of undead in the dozens of meters before him.
Hardly any undead could get within thirty meters of them.
With Leon at the helm, Joey, Heron, the Sky Sword Saint, and the rest of Andalusia’s ten-member team surged forward, their breakout speed matching that of the Odin Kingdom’s forces.
Though their breakout was going smoothly, Leon’s expression remained grim. In just a minute, the group had covered a kilometer or two—an incredible pace. The Orc Undead barely slowed them down at all.
Casting Eagle Eye, Leon swept his gaze behind them. The ground was carpeted with an endless mass of undead—tens of thousands, perhaps forty or fifty thousand, visible as far as the eye could see.
Ahead, the undead were fewer in number, but not by much. The ones before them were of lower rank than those at the rear, with far fewer high-level undead blocking their path.