Chapter 1450
"Lord Giovanni, His Majesty King Fergus has planned everything out. With a complete plan in place, even those who aren't Vampire Progenitors can escape from the Realm of Nightmares.
But... it will require your assistance, Lord Giovanni..."
Leon was still pondering how to trick Giovanni, but Giovanni kept nodding eagerly, agreeing to everything. Leon probed several times, only to finally confirm that this guy had been completely duped—he believed everything Leon said...
How could he not believe it...
Not only did Leon present irrefutable evidence from the Dynosaurian Clan, but also the Blood-Red Reaper's Scythe, plus this method for entering and leaving the Realm of Nightmares—even those who aren't Vampire Progenitors can come and go.
Aside from that mysterious figure—the Undead King, who is regarded as omnipotent by nearly all undead and dark creatures in the Undead Plane—who else could possibly pull this off?
Now, unless the Undead King himself steps out to deny it, Giovanni wouldn't believe anyone else—no matter who tries to refute it.
Everything went incredibly smoothly. The exit was located right inside Giovanni's castle, in a heavily fortified secret chamber. Leon placed the pre-prepared Gate onto the wall—a door that looked unmistakably undead in style, and no one suspected a thing...
The door looked as if countless undead had been forcibly shrunken and fused together to form a single gate of white bone. An impossibly thick, pure deathly aura clung to its surface, inscribed with runes and magical markings that even Giovanni couldn't begin to decipher.
The massive gate stood five meters tall and three meters wide. Its surface depicted a skeleton, mouth agape in a silent wail, arms crossed over its chest—tormented by nightmares. Within the skull, Soul Fire flickered and trembled...
The way that Soul Fire trembled—anyone could see it was facing its deepest fear: an undead trapped in a nightmare...
Giovanni couldn't help but feel a pang of fear at the sight of this eerie gate. He didn't dare get too close, as if something dreadful lurked on the other side.
Even Leon was a bit helpless about making such a door. After all, this was the Undead Plane—if the gate didn't fit the style, it would be too suspicious.
Of the dozen or so known ways to enter the Realm of Nightmares, three involve methods unique to the Undead Plane. But for one that allows both entry and exit, and matches the Undead Plane's style, this is the only option...
By casting a spell, you trap an undead creature in a nightmare. Then, using the power of that nightmare, you link to the Realm of Nightmares—open the door, and you can step right in.
But getting out is much trickier. The undead used for entry is spent after one trip—going in is easy, but coming out requires something much stronger as a coordinate.
If you only stay on the outermost edge of the Realm of Nightmares, using a nightmare-ridden undead is fine. But right now, Agalon and the others definitely aren't just lingering at the edge.
That's why you need a Vampire Progenitor as a living coordinate. No matter how deep into the Realm of Nightmares you go, you can always guarantee an escape.
Standing before the gate, Leon glanced back at the visibly shaken Giovanni.
"Lord Giovanni, when you see the gate begin to change, touch it—and I'll be able to open it from the other side."
With that, Leon pushed open the gate.
Originally, the gate was just set into the wall like a painting, with solid stone behind it. But now, as Leon gently pushed it open, there was only mist beyond—no ground, nothing visible, just a void shrouded in fog.
Leon stepped into the mist and vanished instantly. The bone gate slammed shut behind him, as if everything had been an illusion.
Giovanni waited dutifully by the bone gate, then ordered his army to fortify the castle with triple layers of protection inside and out. Even the Black Python slithered out, coiling its body around the castle to ensure complete security.
On the other side, after Leon stepped into the mist, all sound seemed to fade. There was no ground beneath him, no air around him—his body simply floated in the fog, and direction lost all meaning.
No idea how long he drifted, but eventually the mist began to dissipate rapidly. Ground appeared beneath his feet, and the sounds of insects and birds emerged around him. In the distance, he even heard the roar of magical beasts.
The moment the sounds appeared, it was as if he'd suddenly stepped out of endless void into a real world.
He felt the ground beneath his feet—damp earth and crushed weeds. As the mist cleared, the entire environment came into view before Leon.
Gravity here was at least three times stronger than in Northend, yet the trees were far taller than anything back in Northend.
Even the smallest tree here was over a hundred meters tall, and many towered four or five hundred meters high, with trunks dozens of meters thick. The weeds on the ground were taller than Lin Yun himself.
Even the smallest tree here was over a hundred meters tall, and many towered four or five hundred meters high, with trunks dozens of meters thick. The weeds on the ground were taller than Leon himself.
Leon remained in his Skeleton King form, pushing aside the dense weeds ahead. He hadn't walked ten meters when, suddenly, the weeds parted—a man-eating plant, over three meters tall and lined with sharp teeth, lunged at him. Its mouth oozed sticky fluid as it tried to swallow Leon whole.
Leon swung the Reaper's Scythe, its blade shrouded in thick death energy. A gray crescent slash flew out, instantly cleaving the man-eating plant in two. Death energy rapidly corroded the halves, and within a second, the once-vibrant plant turned entirely gray and collapsed into a pile of ash with a soft pop.
Leon surveyed the surroundings, frowning slightly as he sensed the local laws. They seemed different from the usual, but not by much—in fact, the rules here felt stronger and clearer than normal.
Slowly rising from the ground, Lin Yun soared thousands of meters into the sky. Looking down, he saw an immense forest of towering trees, and in the distance, a peak pierced the clouds—estimated to be over ten thousand meters tall, since the cloud-shrouded section was no longer visible.
Seven or eight kilometers away, trees trembled faintly—something massive was battling in the forest.
Slowly rising from the ground, Leon soared thousands of meters into the sky. Looking down, he saw an immense forest of towering trees, and in the distance, a peak pierced the clouds—estimated to be over ten thousand meters tall, since the cloud-shrouded section was no longer visible.
On the forest floor, one giant beast looked like a lion with two heads, while another had a massive Wugui shell on its back, three hollow cylinders protruding from its shell, and two wave-shaped horns atop its head.
Concealing his aura, Leon flew toward the site of the giant beast battle. When he arrived on the scene, he was stunned.
On the forest floor, one giant beast looked like a lion with two heads, while another had a massive Wugui shell on its back, three hollow cylinders protruding from its shell, and two wave-shaped horns atop its head.
Both beasts were over a hundred meters long and dozens of meters tall. Their fighting style was exactly as Leon remembered.
But the two-headed stone lion was far too nimble. The grounded beast couldn't land a hit, and the stone lion's claws couldn't break through the other's turtle shell.
After probing for a full hour, the two-headed stone lion finally lost patience. It stopped dodging, charged the turtle-shelled beast, and both mouths unleashed a roar. Visible shockwaves struck the turtle beast's head, stunning it instantly.
Seizing the moment, the stone lion slashed with its claws, chopping off one of the hollow cylinders on the turtle beast's back—the one that kept firing ice spheres.
But as soon as one cylinder was severed, another suddenly discharged a stream of electric plasma—liquid lightning poured out, striking one of the stone lion's heads. The blinding lightning enveloped the head, but instead of spreading, it wrapped tightly around it.
Agonized howls echoed through the forest. The turtle beast lifted its head and bit the stone lion's leg, while the last cylinder on its back fired a beam of white light into the sky.
Three seconds later, a pillar of white light, infused with both lightning and frost, crashed down from the heavens, slamming into the stone lion's other head.
In an instant, the battle was over...
The turtle beast lumbered over and bit off the stone lion's head still wrapped in blinding lightning. A few seconds later, it devoured the other head, which had been frozen solid.
With both heads gone, blood gushed from the neck like a fountain, and the thick scent of blood quickly spread through the forest.
Once the turtle beast had devoured half the stone lion's body, more roars echoed through the forest—other giant beasts seemed to be approaching, and the ground trembled.
The turtle beast decisively abandoned the remaining half of its prey and fled. The severed cylinder on its back had already begun to regenerate by half.
Leon watched quietly, activating the power of the Chapter of the Fallen to revert his body back to human form.
Once human again, his undead vision faded completely—but he could sense far more: the scent of blood, magical energy, and an ancient aura.
Landing on the ground, Leon used tools to collect materials from the two-headed stone lion's corpse, then swiftly flew up to hide atop a giant tree.