Chapter 1512
The moment the Undead King set foot within the perimeter surrounded by the six Steel Fortresses, Leon's heart suddenly began to race. With the Arcane Wheel and Mana Harness running at full capacity, he finally detected the slightest anomaly.
Before this, no matter how many attacks he faced, the Undead King's stride—its frequency, speed, the distance covered with each step, even every change in his body—remained absolutely constant. The spells had no effect on him whatsoever.
Even as the spells grew stronger, his steps never changed—unyielding, unstoppable, and completely undisturbed by anything or anyone.
But now, there was the faintest, nearly imperceptible change. Only by pushing both the Mana Harness and Arcane Wheel to their limits in tandem could Leon barely notice that minuscule difference.
The instant that subtle change appeared, Leon didn't hesitate—he took out the potion he had prepared earlier and swallowed it.
The moment he drank the potion, Leon felt as if he had become a bystander, watching time race forward—witnessing everything that would happen in the next thirty seconds. Every detail was recorded by the Arcane Wheel and Mana Harness.
Prophet's Elixir—a special potion that only a Saint Alchemist can craft. After drinking it, it's like a fish leaping from the River of Time, catching a glimpse of the distant future before plunging back into the current, where everything returns to normal.
A standard Prophet's Elixir only lets you see ten seconds into the future. But here, Leon had added Agalon's blood and soul power. With the royal bloodline of the Third Dynasty and Agalon's awakened prophecy lineage, the potion's effect was doubled. Combined with Leon's use of the finest—some now extinct—materials, it extended the window to thirty seconds.
The gray world snapped back to normal. Everything was as it had been. The moment the Undead King's foot touched the ground again, his body suddenly vanished.
At the same instant, Leon disappeared from where he stood.
When they reappeared, both the Undead King and Leon stood atop a sea of bones—the Bone Battlefield they had acquired earlier.
Leon once again transformed into the Skeleton King, sustaining the activation of the Bone Battlefield.
The Undead King's figure crossed paths with where Leon had just been, appearing at the far end of the Bone Battlefield.
Had Leon not foreseen this, he would already be dead, and the Death Tome would have fallen into the Undead King's hands.
This guy may look down on everyone and disdain defending against attacks, but that doesn't mean the Undead King is a fool. Everything is for the Death Tome—everything else is just a trivial detail.
After arriving at the Bone Battlefield, the black soul fire burning in the Undead King's eye sockets flickered slightly. He didn't attack immediately. Instead, a gray, ancient balance appeared between Leon and the Undead King.
Phantoms of the Undead King and Leon appeared on either side of the balance. Instantly, the side belonging to the Undead King dropped to the bottom, nearly crushing the scales entirely.
Ancient laws shimmered, and the balance swiftly returned to equilibrium. The Undead King's aura plummeted, while Leon's surged wildly.
Leon’s power soared past the Heavenly Rank before finally stopping, but even then, he could clearly feel the gap between himself and the Undead King was still vast—at least, the Undead King's nearly immortal body hadn't been weakened at all.
The sudden weakening seemed to catch even the Undead King off guard. He soared into the air, trying to destroy the gray balance, but that phantom scale was the embodiment of the oldest laws—representing the rules themselves—and could not be destroyed.
The Undead King's figure passed straight through the gray balance, as if the scale were nothing but an illusion.
The Undead King lashed out in furious retaliation, but Leon wasted not a single moment. The Death Tome flipped to the page of the Sage's Chapter, and atop the Ninth-Rank Limit Spell Slot, a symbol of pitch-black earth had already appeared—Leon had imprinted this ninth-rank spell himself.
A single point of black light fell at the center of the Field of Bones. In an instant, the darkness began to spread rapidly across the entire battlefield.
The Undead King, suspended in midair, vanished in an instant. At the same moment, Leon resumed his human form and took a step back, fully withdrawing from the Field of Bones. On the other side of the battlefield, an ordinary skeletal soldier appeared...
When Leon reverted to human form, he was still inside the Field of Bones. With the Undead gone, the rules of the battlefield automatically deemed its master dead, and the ownership of the Field of Bones sought a new undead within its bounds.
When the Field of Bones is without a master, anyone can freely enter or leave. But as soon as Leon stepped out, a skeletal soldier appeared on the far side of the battlefield.
A mindless skeletal soldier, upon receiving the battlefield’s ownership, had no capacity to choose—only the instinct to accept, or perhaps, to be forced into acceptance...
Once the skeletal soldier accepted the Field of Bones, the battlefield entered a death war state: every creature within must finish the war before leaving.
Even the Undead King could not defy this rule, for it was the very manifestation of the plane’s laws—he could only reappear by destroying that skeletal soldier.
Even if the Undead King claimed ownership upon receiving it, he would still have to eliminate every creature within the Field of Bones before leaving. Even a low-level skeletal soldier could delay his escape...
So, Leon escaped, but the Undead King remained trapped. At the center of the Field of Bones, the black light had already spread across most of the battlefield. Countless bones shattered with a thunderous roar, the light devoured, and gravity surged to unimaginable levels.
Under this terrifying gravity, the Undead King's movements slowed to a crawl. All he could do was watch as the low-level skeletal soldier wandered aimlessly on the other side of the battlefield.
When the darkness finally engulfed the entire Field of Bones, the little skeleton was reduced to a pile of bone fragments, its body devoured by the shadows. The battlefield was released, but at the same time, the Undead King was held fast by the darkness, struggling even to move a single step.
Outside the Field of Bones, Leon suddenly reappeared. Though he seemed unharmed, his mage robes were soaked through with sweat.
Every move just now was made a split second ahead of the Undead King—not thanks to the Wheel of All Magic or the Arcane Armor, but to the Prophet's Elixir.
Being able to foresee everything within the next thirty seconds, Leon died countless times in those moments. Only by surviving past the thirtieth second did he truly make it through.
Each step taken just a fraction ahead was barely enough to stay in front of the Undead King—one misstep, and he would have been easily destroyed.