Chapter 628: Abyssal Leviathan
Originally, I thought this was a single alchemical array, paired with the Soul-Absorbing Wood spread across the floor. Honestly, such a setup couldn’t create any powerful array—it would only work against undead creatures. The fact that nothing happened after we walked in for so long proves it.
But now I realize there are actually twelve alchemical arrays here, and every single one is a True Spirit Alchemical Array! That’s a huge difference!
If these twelve True Spirit Alchemical Arrays form a complete array formation, their power might go far beyond the usual scope of True Spirit Arrays. They could even encompass all sorts of magical effects!
Hearing Leon’s exclamation, Anderson’s three faces all showed a look of terror. He knew just how big the difference was...
Twelve True Spirit Arrays!
Anderson’s heart was trembling.
“Leon, can you figure out what’s going on with these alchemical arrays?”
On this damned USS Dauntless, anything weird could happen. Who knows, maybe these arrays are just dormant now—what if they suddenly erupt in the next second? In a sealed cabin like this, if those arrays go off, everyone here would be no different from rats thrown into a closed furnace.
Leon didn’t say a word. He immediately pulled out a stack of draft paper and a quill, crouched on the ground, and started calculating.
Complex equations and dense data sprawled across the draft paper. Reina only glanced at it before her mind started spinning, Anderson felt his head ache as well, but Hubert looked perfectly unfazed. To him, the formulas of alchemy apprentices and those of Creators were all just incomprehensible gibberish.
The Dragonblood Orc, who’d just recovered from a fright, was now alert and ready for battle at any moment.
Leon controlled more than a dozen Eyes of the Wizard, inspecting every detail of the True Spirit Arrays. It didn’t take long before a stack of draft paper, at least ten centimeters thick, piled up on the floor.
These alchemical arrays used ancient runes from the era of the Yashan Dynasty. Although not as powerful as the script of gods and demons, their profundity far surpassed modern runes. Leon had to translate each rune to figure out what these alchemical arrays were for.
After more than half an hour, Leon finally stopped, rubbing his aching wrist. His tightly knit brows relaxed.
"Alright, the calculations are done. Seems we’ve got a bit of luck. The alchemical arrays here are True Spirit level, but there’s no immediate danger."
Anderson’s three faces exhaled in relief at the same time. Reina’s tense expression also eased a little, and Hubert, the Dragonblood Orc, thankfully lowered his weapon, Slaughter.
"The alchemist who set up these arrays was definitely a top-tier Creator. Every rune is used to its utmost, refining the alchemical array to an unbelievable degree."
"These alchemical arrays are paired with the innate runes of Soulwood. They serve only two purposes: suppression and sealing."
Anderson, hearing this, immediately floated over to Leon, his voice tinged with nervousness.
"Seal? Suppress? Is this alchemy array malfunctioning or what?"
Reina and Hubert might not understand, lacking experience, but Anderson, well-versed in such matters, immediately grasped the situation. Here, twelve True Spirit-level alchemy arrays work in tandem with a massive quantity of Soulwood—enough to seal and suppress even a level thirty-nine entity. Especially since the entire ship's hold is lined with Soulwood, the twelve arrays together form a formidable array formation.
If the alchemy arrays malfunctioned, anything that broke loose would be more than enough to spell disaster for everyone.
Leon shook his head. His expression was grave, but not particularly tense.
"The arrays are fine, don’t worry. If I’m not mistaken, this is probably the USS Dauntless’s brig."
Anderson glanced around the cavernous hold—so empty that even a mouse would be spotted at once—and couldn’t quite make sense of it.
"Everyone, look around. There must be some sort of mechanism or device here."
It didn’t take long for Hubert’s booming voice to ring out.
"Master Leon, I found something! Come take a look—is this it?"
Hubert stood by the wall of the hold, proudly pointing to a conspicuous hidden compartment. He’d finally learned not to touch anything in here—one wrong move, and trouble would surely follow.
Leon stood four or five meters away, eyeing the obvious crack around a wooden plank on the wall. He cast a magical scan, confirming the plank was alive—inside, there was nothing but a switch-like handle. He gestured to Hubert.
"Hubert, go open the mechanism."
Hubert’s face went pale in an instant. He looked utterly miserable, trembling as he circled around.
"Master Leon, I’m your most loyal servant! Don’t do this—Hubert doesn’t want to die..."
The Dragonblood Orc lunged forward, clinging to Leon’s leg, sobbing. Hubert, notorious for scheming and slacking off, had finally learned: when it comes to unpredictable situations like this, it’s no different from sticking your head in an ogre’s reeking maw.
Regret hit hard—why did he have to show off? Should’ve just pretended not to see anything. Now, he’d volunteered and was doomed. This place was so strange, probably rigged with vicious traps, and those incomprehensible alchemy arrays... Dead for sure.
Hubert was truly terrified. Fighting the undead was one thing—at least then he had his cleaver and some confidence. But with this complete unknown, he had nothing to fall back on.
Leon couldn’t help but laugh at Hubert’s theatrics. The stronger he got, the less obedient he became. Who knew that opening a harmless mechanism would scare him senseless?
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"Hubert, Seodorus isn’t exactly in a good mood lately. I really don’t want to call him out to have a chat with you."
Seodorus’s mood was as foul as ever—Leon had thrown him into the Bone Plane to clean up the leftover undead. For a high-ranking Flame Elf, it wasn’t difficult work, but it was definitely a slog.
After boarding the USS Dauntless, forget the Bone Plane—even a demi-plane couldn’t be opened. Seodorus was stuck.
But now, just hearing Seodorus’s name made Hubert shudder. He scrambled up, looking ready for execution, squeezed his eyes shut, and twisted the handle inside the wall compartment.
After a long moment of bracing for death, the Dragonblood Orc felt no danger. He opened his eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief.
Anderson’s three faces all looked at Hubert with disdain. With a brain like his, no matter how strong he got, he’d never escape Leon’s grasp.
As Hubert twisted the mechanism, a True Spirit alchemy array behind the group lit up. The runes and sigils blazed with astonishing magical power.
Then, the deep blue floor seemed to ripple like molten gold, and within seconds, the area covered by the array was transformed into a field of golden light.
Ripples appeared, silently and without warning, as a massive metal cage—over thirty meters wide—emerged from the golden glow.
Seeing the cage, everyone grew wary—Leon most of all.
If there were any way out of this hold, Leon wouldn’t be messing with these things.
The cage slowly rose, as if emerging from a pool of gold. Each bar was over a meter thick, covered in dense runes—all meant for sealing and suppression.
As the cage fully surfaced, the golden glow faded from the floor, revealing a massive cage—over thirty meters long and wide, and more than ten meters tall.
Inside lay a colossal beast, eighteen or nineteen meters long. It looked like a whale, but its limbs were thick and short like a dragon’s claws, and its deep blue skin was inscribed with natural rune marks.
Seeing the creature, Leon’s hair stood on end. Hubert’s legs shook uncontrollably, and even Reina, the Frost Dragon, was pale as a ghost.
"Oh, hell! What the hell is that thing?!"
Anderson’s eyes bulged, and he backed up against the wall, shrieking like a terrified child.
Everyone braced for battle, but after a long moment, the beast hadn’t moved at all.
"What’s going on?"
Leon was the first to sense something was off. The seals were powerful, but the bars of the cage were spaced two or three meters apart. Even if the beast was heavily suppressed, it should’ve been able to lash out.
The beast was facing away from the group. Leon doubted it couldn’t sense the surge of magic behind it.
"Let’s go. Take a closer look."
Leon led the group cautiously around to the other side of the cage. What greeted them was a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, pitch-black eyes staring blankly ahead, and a magic crystal the size of a human head embedded in its forehead.
Anderson muttered, "Dead?"
Leon breathed a sigh of relief and quietly cast a life-detection spell. The result was clear: dead.
"This big guy’s already dead. See the magic crystal on its forehead? That’s its core—and its third eye."
"This beast is called Bobina, a sovereign of the seas. It’s on par with the Orakis we encountered before, just a step away from the Celestial tier. They call it the Undertaker of the Abyss. In the ocean, even Orakis would be at its mercy. If the magic crystal on its forehead fully awakened as its third eye, it would ascend to the Celestial rank."
"When Bobina was alive, its magic crystal would constantly flicker with light—down in the depths, that glow would lure prey straight to it."