Chapter 706: Abyssal Gate
Before the previous Hellfire array had even faded, another Hellfire array shimmered into existence up ahead.
Each eruption of Hellfire roasted hundreds of Abyssal creatures alive. Leon advanced like a plow tearing through earth, bolstered by the Violet Dragon Manifestation and the Elemental Chapter, driving forward with relentless Hellfire.
In just ten seconds, six Hellfire spells were cast, forcing the swarming Abyssal creatures back nearly two hundred meters!
But Duncan never gave Leon a moment’s respite. Seconds after Leon began dismantling the alchemical array, Duncan spun around, eyes burning with black fire, his murderous intent sweeping over the crowd.
Leon’s face was ghostly pale. Such overwhelming spellcasting and unimaginable magical force always demanded a steep price.
Every increase in spell level amplified magical power—and the mana cost—exponentially.
Six or seven Hellfire spells in quick succession had drained nearly ninety percent of Leon’s mana!
The Mana Harness—Northend World’s strongest arcane rune—held enough power to make even Title Archmages despair. With two alchemical mana vortices, Leon’s reserves tripled, yet all of it barely fueled six or seven spells!
This burned through several times more mana than forcibly casting a handful of seventh-level spells with raw arcane power!
Leon’s body vanished from sight, reappearing beside the Mana Pool in the demi-plane. He drew a deep breath, feeling his mana boil and surge back to life, then returned to Nightfall Gorge to continue his relentless counterattack.
Half a minute!
Another colossal pillar of Hellfire, more than ten meters wide, burst from the array—hundreds of Abyssal creatures were instantly incinerated, and several hundred more caught fire.
A torrent of Abyssal creatures was forced off the cliff. These arrogant monsters, fearless in battle, now betrayed terror as they plunged into the abyss below.
Their flesh shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if aging centuries in a heartbeat. Within seconds, they were ancient husks—life and strength siphoned away, their bodies decaying mid-fall, until only dust remained, swallowed by darkness…
Leon panted for breath, his head feeling as if it might explode. The mana exhaustion was brutal, but the mental strain was even heavier—his mind felt thick and sluggish, as if someone had poured glue inside, leaving him dazed.
He forced all the Abyssal creatures back to the front of the Abyssal Gate. The swarming masses were finally cleared—only a scattered few hundred remained active, while the rest had been burned to death by Hellfire.
Standing before the Abyssal Gate, Leon cast another Hellfire, incinerating every Abyssal creature the moment they emerged.
One minute passed…
Behind Leon, the Violet Dragon Manifestation reverted to a young violet dragon, fatigued, and returned to the Doombringer Staff. Leon’s terrifying aura faded quickly, and he closed the Death Tome.
Fatigue shadowed Leon’s eyes as he retreated swiftly toward the Teleportation Array, pulling out a Crystal Quill and Dragonblood Ink before he’d even reached it.
He put everything behind him and began rapidly repairing and cracking the Teleportation Array—one Crystal Quill in each hand, plus two more floating in the air, all controlled remotely by mana.
After casting Extreme Mental Agility, Leon’s hands blurred—runes flowed from his quills at four times his usual peak speed.
The entire Teleportation Array was visibly restored and cracked—damaged sections repaired, the whole mechanism deciphered.
The Dark Elves were left speechless. Leon’s ruthless advance had driven the Abyssal demon army back single-handedly. Not a single demon escaped the Abyssal Gate alive—each one was incinerated the instant it appeared. Even the Abyssal Gate itself warped from the relentless Hellfire, showing signs of imminent collapse.
Elsa turned, dazed, watching Leon scribble furiously up the slope—her mind struggling to keep up.
Elsa turned, dazed, watching Leon scribble furiously up the slope—her mind reeling, unable to keep up.
And that Hellfire summoning array—nearly twenty meters across! My gods, that’s almost the upper limit of seventh-level spells, maybe even close to a Limit Spell.
He must be a Chromatic Dragon, right? Has to be! Otherwise, no one could wield magic like this. His staff, that strange violet dragon phantom, all radiate heavy dragon pressure—and he’s got a full-grown Frost Dragon as a companion. He’s definitely a Chromatic Dragon!
And the speed he’s cracking this array—using both hands at once, and those floating Crystal Quills… are those under his control too?
Remote array cracking? Both hands working at once? Multitasking with four things at once, barely even thinking—just writing at breakneck speed.
Is he even human?
No way. Humans could never be this powerful. He must really be a Chromatic Dragon—and a Worldshaper at that, maybe even a Saint Alchemist already!
Damn, I can’t be sure. I’ve never seen an alchemist this strong…
It wasn’t just Elsa—even Jeremy and the Dark Elves seemed to forget about the few surviving Abyssal creatures, all staring blankly at Leon.
It wasn’t just Elsa—even Jeremy and the other Dark Elves seemed to forget about the few surviving Abyssal creatures, all staring blankly at Leon.
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Since when could a ninth-level mage be this strong?
Jeremy watched Leon with a complicated expression.
Hmph! So what if he’s terrifyingly strong? When we first attacked, he was startled by our Dark Elf identities—he only fought back when forced. And when he heard Elsa’s rank, he was too scared to make a move.
Before, he’d never dared kill us when he had the chance—he must’ve been scared. He’s just a human, does he really think he can stand against us Dark Elves? Now he’s fighting for his life, but I’m sure that despicable human is up to no good!
Hmph, even if he’s scheming, it won’t matter. I doubt he’d dare make a move against me!
In the crowd, only Anderson and his group were still slaughtering the remaining Abyssal creatures, making sure none got close to Leon.
After fighting side by side for so long, Anderson’s group knew exactly how powerful Leon was when he unleashed his magic. At moments like this, they didn’t need instructions—they automatically swept up the stragglers, letting Leon focus on cracking the alchemical array.
But Seth, pale-faced, wasn’t used to this chaos. When Leon erupted moments ago, Seth was so shocked he forgot his incantation, suffering spell backlash for a while. In that brief instant, he’d witnessed Leon’s performance—like he was possessed by a god or demon.
In less than a minute, Leon had slain thousands of Abyssal creatures, single-handedly forcing them back so none could even step through the Abyssal Gate!
A ninth-level mage? Are you fucking kidding me?
Seth’s mouth twitched uncontrollably as he stared dumbfounded at Leon’s back. In all his years, he’d never seen anything that could explain this.
Could a ninth-level mage really unleash such explosive power? If you told me he was a ninth-level Title Archmage, I might believe it.
I must be dreaming…
Suddenly, Seth recalled everything that had happened since he first met Leon…
Cold sweat began to bead and drip down his forehead.
Damn, I actually survived this long. My luck must be off the charts! Leon even helped restore my mana. Good thing I wised up early—no, good thing I ran into that monster who drained my mana. Otherwise, I’d never have lived to see this…
Leon didn’t have time to worry about what others thought. Cracking the Teleportation Array took time, and he worked as fast as possible…
But Duncan wasn’t about to give Leon that time. Just seconds after Leon began cracking the alchemical array, Duncan turned, black flames blazing in his eyes, murderous intent sweeping over the crowd.
"You think stomping a few worthless bugs means you can escape? My companions—come forth."
Duncan let out a chilling, monstrous roar, lifting his hand from the Heart of Constantine.
In an instant, everyone saw Duncan’s hand—once glossy and black—rapidly age, the flesh shriveling and vanishing, smooth skin withering to a dry husk.
A second later, Duncan’s left hand was nothing but a layer of shriveled black skin stretched over bone…
Then, terrifying power surged from Duncan’s left hand—endless black mana poured out like springs from his skeletal fingers.
In a flash, the dried skin on Duncan’s left hand shattered, exposing stark white bone. Even the flesh on his left arm rotted away, revealing a ghastly skeleton.
Duncan’s sinister bone fingers danced, tracing patterns through the air. The black mana pouring out was drawn into his palm.
After absorbing a terrifying amount of mana, an Abyssal rune formed in Duncan’s skeletal palm. With a flash of dark light, it shot straight into the Abyssal Gate at the cliff’s edge…
Instantly, the once-shifting Abyssal Gate stabilized, then swelled like an inflating balloon, expanding into a massive portal over twenty meters wide.
A terrifying aura poured out from the Abyssal Gate.