Chapter 1472
The battle grew ever fiercer—three of the four Demon Overlords had fallen, all five Dragon Kings were slain, the Elven High King was gravely wounded, and the last Demon Overlord barely escaped to the Abyss, grievously injured.
The only two survivors didn’t keep fighting—for one simple reason: the Northend World was on the verge of destruction.
The world’s primal essence was stirred, the earth itself seemed ready to overturn. And in that moment, something happened that even Leon hadn’t expected.
Enemies appeared on the Stellar Battlefield...
The gravely wounded Elven High King led the remnants of Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons away from the Northend World, heading for the Stellar Battlefield.
On the battlefield, Leon saw a surge of Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons—appearing from the opposite side of the field.
Countless Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons slaughtered each other, leaving endless corpses adrift in the void. Then, Leon saw the Elven High King’s adversary: a god-demon.
A humanoid creature with three dog heads, pitch-black and radiating ominous energy—this was the Lord of Misfortune.
The Elven High King didn’t seem surprised at all, launching straight into battle. But wounded as he was, he stood no chance against the Lord of Misfortune—he was utterly crushed. Suddenly, the Elven High King grabbed the Lord of Misfortune and self-destructed, dragging his foe into a hollow trap in the void, where both vanished...
On the Stellar Battlefield, the Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons left only countless corpses behind. The fate of the survivors—where did the remaining Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons go? In the Mindscape, they were simply gone.
Leon watched decades of war and was left bewildered.
The final destruction of the Nesser Dynasty was incredibly swift—within a few decades, it had collapsed completely. Northend World was nearly shattered, yet no detailed records remain. Seeing this, Leon suddenly understood why.
It could be said that Northend World was destroyed once—what could possibly remain? The Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons vanished completely, leaving no chance for any record.
Seeing all this, Leon suddenly understood how the Nesser Dynasty was destroyed.
The Elven High King and all Thirteen Dragon Lords were god-demon reincarnations, harboring deep hatred from past lives. For an era, they restrained themselves, but in the end, something snapped—they fought to the death.
Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons, the Elven High King and Thirteen Dragon Lords, fought bitterly and suffered heavy losses. At their lowest, the Abyssal Demons invaded—the Demon Overlords, reincarnated as god-demons, seized the chance to invade Northend World, and the fighting continued fiercely.
When both sides were exhausted, the enemies of the Stellar Battlefield appeared.
The Lord of Misfortune led countless Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons, and even other races appeared. Both sides continued the brutal war, exhausting the last strength of the Nesser Dynasty.
But Leon still didn’t understand, and was even more confused. The Lord of Misfortune had died in the god-demon era—and his death was the most thorough of all. His god-demon remains and soul fragments could still be found during the mage peak era.
How did he suddenly come back to life? And after being taken out by the Elven High King in the most violent way—dragged into the most dangerous hollow trap in the void, never to return alive—how is it that the Lord of Misfortune's remains and soul fragments still exist in Northend World?
Leon was genuinely baffled—he didn’t understand at all.
He couldn’t figure it out right now, but there was no time to ponder—the Mindscape had reached the brink of collapse, and the Stellar World was the first to fall.
The Mindscape began to collapse, especially the Stellar World, which crumbled first. Standing at the boundary between the two worlds, Leon avoided the notice of the inhabitants inside the Mindscape, but now, he could no longer continue.
Returning to the collapsing side of the Nesser Dynasty, chaos immediately swept Leon along. Every creature in the world was fighting demons. When he first arrived, this place had been peaceful—at least relatively so, with no large-scale wars.
But now, the land was covered in scars, countless corpses left unburied, and in many places, undead creatures had begun to appear.
The Eternal Tree of the Pureblood Elves had been destroyed, leaving only broken limbs. In this Mindscape, there was no sign of the Dragon Nest, but Leon could guess—it must have been destroyed as well.
The Pureblood Elves and Chromatic Dragons had vanished completely.
The land kept crumbling, and even the savage demons seemed to know they couldn’t stay here any longer. With a massive quake, hundreds of thousands of demons were swallowed by the earth, unable to resist. The demons began to retreat, and the surviving creatures of Northend World struggled desperately in this apocalyptic ruin.
Many races with even a little power began leaving Northend World, searching for refuge. One by one, the races that once lived in Northend World disappeared.
Plants, magical beasts, and some weaker races were wiped out by these disasters. Countless species of plants and magical beasts were utterly destroyed, becoming unique to the Nesser Dynasty.
The earth shattered, the sky collapsed, and the entire world began to break apart like shattered glass.
Leon calculated the rate of destruction, calmly heading toward the safest place. This Mindscape was like a puzzle made of countless pieces, now being dismantled from the outer edge piece by piece. The last piece left must be the key—where the Mindscape's owner can be found.
If the owner of this Mindscape had died earlier, the Mindscape would have collapsed all at once, not piece by piece.
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Those broken fragments were like shattered images, each scene frozen at that moment before dissolving into endless darkness. The entire Mindscape seemed to be slowly devoured by darkness.
In the remnants, fewer and fewer creatures survived. In the end, only a fragment about a hundred kilometers across remained, and even there, more than half was occupied by undead.
The terrifying war, combined with battles between the mighty, killed so many creatures in mere decades that the numbers became incalculable. Their deaths bred a terrible power of death—especially with so many corpses piled on the battlefield. After the fighting, the magical beasts or other odd creatures that would normally clean up the battlefield were nowhere to be found.
As more and more powerful beings fell, the power of death became even more uncontrollable. At first, only ordinary skeleton undead appeared, but as more mighty beings died, even extraordinary creatures began to transform into undead.
The living began to be driven back by the undead, their territory shrinking. The creatures in the Mindscape had no idea it was collapsing—in their eyes, the last hundred-kilometer fragment was a dead end. Even if not completely surrounded, there was no way out.
Leon, among the living, was forced to shrink his territory. The fearless undead cared nothing for true death; their vast numbers surged forward. A dozen Level-40 undead took down a Level-41 magical beast—fallen, yet a new undead bone beast would rise within the undead army.
Hundreds of Level-41 undead, joined by tens of thousands of others, overwhelmed a Level-44 creature, devouring its flesh. The undead grew stronger, losing many, but the Level-44 creature was transformed into a new Level-43 undead.
The undead ranks grew larger and stronger, but Leon didn’t care much about them.
Even the strongest in the undead army were only Level-46. The undead were numerous, but their swarm tactics were useless against Leon. Undead below Level-40, under the effect of the nemesis of undead, dared not approach within three kilometers of Leon.
As for extraordinary undead, unless they reached Level-47 or higher, they’d be instantly killed by Leon.
But Leon didn’t attack the undead, letting them act as they would. Killing them served no purpose—this last fragment of the Mindscape was about to collapse, and when the world fell, everything here would be destroyed.
But Leon knew this Mindscape was strange. At this rate of destruction—less than a hundred years—who knows how many times it had been destroyed over countless ages?
The destruction of this Mindscape clearly hadn’t killed its owner. That’s why it kept cycling endlessly, like a movie on repeat.
Since the Mindscape’s owner hadn’t perished in all these years and was always present, it proved something: after the Mindscape’s destruction, there was a way to survive and avoid the terrible consequences of the world’s end.
Time passed bit by bit, and even the last hundred-kilometer fragment of the Mindscape began to break apart. The edges crumbled, then darkness swallowed them, and the undead’s encirclement grew tighter.
Leon watched as the undead gradually consumed the remaining creatures. The undead were constantly destroyed, while Leon floated in midair, hiding his presence and never interfering.
The fragment grew smaller and smaller. When only thirty kilometers remained, Leon could no longer hide—the sky shattered, and he had to descend to the ground.
Facing the undead that filled every space, Leon could no longer hide and joined the final battle.