Chapter 632: Dimensional Corridor
Before Leon could even give the order, Hubert had already lifted Slaughter high above his head. With a furious roar, the warhammer—so heavy it weighed ten thousand pounds—came crashing down...
A wave of white energy surged up from the sheer force, rolling outward in all directions. Hubert let out a pained cry as the immense backlash split the skin between his thumb and forefinger.
The rebounding force sent Slaughter smashing into Hubert's shoulder, and the Dragonblood Orc howled in agony...
It took several long minutes before Hubert finally staggered to his feet, cursing under his breath. But when he looked down at the ground, his face twisted into a look of utter disbelief...
Because the spot where Slaughter had landed was completely untouched!
Leon had expected as much, so he wasn't surprised. He just scowled and snapped, "What a waste of that drop of Golden Three-Headed Dragon's blood. How did a fool like you end up among the Highland Orcs? You realize you've fused with the blood of a Golden Three-Headed Dragon, right? That's the very essence of its life, the source of its strength. And yet you can't even crack a floorboard? You might as well smash your head into a block of tofu and call it a day..."
"But..."
"The power of the Golden Three-Headed Dragon has already merged with your bloodline. When you swing Slaughter, you need to draw on that bloodline power. You're not some mindless beast, relying on thick skin and brute strength. You're a Dragonblood Orc, with both dragon and orc blood flowing in your veins. If you could truly unleash that power, you could knock a dragon out of the sky with one swing..."
"Then... then let me try again..."
The entire cabin fell silent. Everyone's gaze landed on the thumb-sized hole in the floor—especially Reina and Andefa, a Frost Dragon and a living weapon incarnate. They looked from the tiny hole to the flustered Hubert, torn between wanting to laugh and holding it back. The struggle was almost painful.
"M-Master Merlin, this..." Hubert stammered, staring at the thumb-sized hole in the floor, his words stumbling over themselves.
Humiliating...
Utterly humiliating...
Lord Hubert, mighty as he was, had summoned the power of his bloodline and swung Slaughter with earth-shattering force—only to end up punching a thumb-sized hole in the floor. Was he really supposed to go find a block of tofu and bash his head against it, just as Master Merlin suggested?
"Alright, enough. Shut up..." Leon didn't even turn his head, just waved a hand. "Stand back, all of you."
Once everyone had cleared the center of the cabin, Leon began chanting and sent a Wizard's Eye down through the thumb-sized hole.
All he saw was a swirling mass of black mist. In an instant, the Wizard's Eye was shredded by a violent surge of magical energy.
Leon frowned slightly.
Unexpected, but not entirely out of line—the magical turbulence below was so intense that the Wizard's Eye could only survive for a split second.
But in that fleeting moment, Leon spotted the presence of an alchemical array. His calculations hadn't been wrong—the tiny hole was positioned right above the very center of the array.
He sent another Wizard's Eye down to confirm. Though he couldn't make out the array's details in that instant, the layout, orientation, and placement of the major runes were all clear enough.
With the general outline sketched out in his mind, Leon took out a crystal pen and quickly inscribed several runes onto it...
These runes would transform the crystal pen into a crude magical tool.
Crude, yes...
At best, it was of decent quality, but its use was extremely limited. All it could do was receive Leon's magical fluctuations and convert them into control commands, allowing the crystal pen to write as Leon intended—even at a distance.
Remote control, basically...
Any alchemy apprentice would scoff at such a crystal pen.
Not only was its construction rough, but the remote control was so primitive it couldn't guarantee absolute accuracy.
Alchemical arrays demand precision. Even the slightest error means total failure—whether you're making one or trying to break one. Absolute accuracy is everything!
Controlling a crystal pen with magic isn't unheard of, but its usefulness is... questionable.
But for Leon, it was invaluable.
Only by manipulating every strand of magic as deftly as a finger could one hope to use such a remotely controlled pen. After twenty years clawing through the apocalypse, Leon had learned to treat every ounce of magic as precious—controlling it as if it were an extension of his own body, wasting not a single drop.
Guiding the crystal pen, now saturated with alchemical ink, through the tiny hole using magic, Leon closed his eyes.
In his mind, he reconstructed the outline of the alchemical array below, even forming a three-dimensional image of its position.
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Meanwhile, the crystal pen, guided by Leon's magic, began to unravel the alchemical array—a feat attempted without seeing any of its details.
Across the room, Andefa had forgotten all about his own magical depletion. He stared at Leon, who stood in the center of the cabin with his eyes closed, as if he'd just seen a ghost.
Seeing Leon create a crude, remotely controlled crystal pen, Andefa instantly understood what he was about to do.
A blind array break!
And not just any array—a True Spirit Alchemical Array!
And he was doing it remotely, blind!
Andefa couldn't help but curse. Was this even humanly possible?
Feeling the raging magical turbulence from the tiny hole, Andefa knew just how fierce the magic below was. The Wizard's Eye would shatter on contact, and with only a glimpse, he probably hadn't even seen a fraction of the array's runic structure.
Attempting a blind break without even seeing the whole array?
And using remote magical control—the roughest, most unreliable method imaginable? Even a Creator would call this a joke.
Especially with that raging magic below—how could anyone hope to control things perfectly? One tiny mistake, and it all goes down the drain.
If he didn't know Leon would never do something foolish, Andefa would've started shouting by now.
Hubert sat dazed on the floor, clueless. Reina, who had a bit more experience, just stared blankly at Leon's actions. Even without understanding alchemy, she could sense how impossible this task was. It was a mission no one could complete.
Even the one who set up this alchemical array couldn't crack it like this!
He hadn't even seen what the array was—how could he possibly break it?
Time slipped by. Sweat began to bead on Leon's forehead, his face growing paler and more sickly. As his magic poured into the depths below, it drained away even faster. To control the crystal pen, he had to spend at least ten times the usual amount of magic just to avoid mistakes.
After more than ten minutes, Leon's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.
At that moment, the twelve dark doors in the cabin vanished, replaced by a single new doorway.
"Just as I thought! It's the Dimensional Corridor!"
From the start, Leon had suspected the nature of this alchemical array. The same doorway—entering only to be instantly returned to the same spot, with no sense of time passing. Only arrays of at least True Spirit grade could create such a maze, and there were only a few types that could do it.
The Dimensional Corridor can reshape the structure of space, forming a giant loop. Anyone who enters will wander endlessly in circles. The only way out is to break the array—otherwise, you're trapped forever.
It's the least deadly, but the hardest to solve of all maze arrays. There's no attack, no flaw to exploit—just pure entrapment.
Like a prison.
Of course, some legendary figures could brute-force their way out. Even without understanding the array, if they could shatter the Dimensional Corridor in an instant—destroying both the space and the array—they'd escape.
Back in the golden age, many death cells were built using Dimensional Corridors...
Legend has it, a Master Alchemist once provoked a Sky Rank Orc Sword Saint. The alchemist, barely a Seventh Rank Magus, was no match—he lost three Essence Relics and was chased across three planes before retreating to his lair.
When the Sword Saint reached the alchemist's lair, he vanished without a trace, while the alchemist lived on, safe and sound.
It wasn't until thousands of years after the alchemist's death that someone discovered a Dimensional Corridor array in the ruins of his lair. Not only was the Dimensional Corridor the centerpiece, but it was surrounded by a series of vicious alchemical arrays—some draining magic, some sucking out air, others inflicting weakness and aging.