Chapter 1155
At the spot where the flames vanished, the earth within several hundred meters had turned pitch black. It was as if the ground had suddenly sunk six or seven meters deep, and every inch of soil within that depth had been burned into nothingness by the terrifying fire.
Leon glanced back at the distance. The Dark Night Phoenix was guarding the Alchemical Array Cluster, completely ignoring the nearby battle. Dozens of pseudo Sky Rank magical beasts stood watch around it, fiercely protecting the array within.
With a dark expression, Leon immediately turned and flew away, finding a safe spot before slipping into his demi-plane.
Inside the demi-plane, Anderson was furiously swinging his whip, cursing at Lord Daugtu and the other three.
“You idiots—mages of Dunespire Tower, Ninth-Rank Title Archmages, and still you’re idiots! You can’t even handle clearing out a river channel, what good are you? Why don’t you just drop dead already?
What’s that? You dare glare at me? I’ll deal with you first, right now…!”
Anderson was full of rage, and Leon had just tossed these already injured guys into the demi-plane. Now, at least, Anderson had someone to vent his anger on.
The four top Ninth-Rank Title Archmages from Dunespire Tower, now wounded, were forced to work like sand-digging slaves, clearing out and reorganizing all the river channels in the demi-plane from scratch.
Lord Daugtu didn’t dare say a word. After witnessing Leon’s ruthlessness and seeing the Shadow Tower mages, he understood—better to cooperate honestly and do whatever was asked. Didn’t he see those Shadow Tower folks working like orc laborers, hauling stones to build structures…
In the distance, Diras watched the four from Dunespire Tower with gloating amusement, grinning from ear to ear.
Damn, thank goodness there are idiots provoking Matthew Merlin again. Looks like they even managed to screw him over pretty badly. Now Anderson, that vicious attack dog, will turn on Lord Daugtu’s group instead—and leave us alone for a while.
Hopefully Lord Daugtu’s group won’t cooperate. Anderson loves tormenting people—the more arrogant they act, the happier he gets. That way, he’ll have no time for us, and we can take our time building the palace…
I’ve heard that Matthew Merlin has someone even more vicious under his command—a Wraithwalker who toys with souls. These idiots from Dunespire Tower are blocking him for us right now. Just hope they don’t get played to death—otherwise, it’ll be our turn next…
There were new laborers in the demi-plane, but Leon’s mood was anything but good.
Morale among his people was low. All fifty Battalion Mages were seriously wounded, and with their mana drained from earlier, they now looked as pale as corpses.
The Mage Legion’s United Chanting Formation had been shattered for the first time—nearly wiped out. For the recently unstoppable Mage Legion, this was a major blow.
Leon had said it many times before: a single Battalion Mage alone is useless, but fifty working together can unleash ten or even dozens of times their strength.
Once the unity of the Fifty Battalion Mages was broken, it meant they were already dead.
Leon tossed a pile of Elixir of Life and True Spirit Potion to help the Battalion Mages recover, and offered a few words of encouragement to lift their spirits.
On the other side, Reina quietly tended to her wounds, her expression dark. The utter defeat in this battle had left her discouraged—no matter if it was caused by an accident or not…
A dragon’s pride never looks for excuses. Failure is simply failure…
Hubert was like a corpse, sprawled on the ground, staring blankly at the empty sky.
In large-scale battles like this, Hubert—who can’t cast spells—was never much help. Charging out would only mean being swarmed by magical beasts.
Hubert had always taken pride in his body, but this time it was riddled with gaping wounds, nearly sliced in half—he’d almost died right there.
It was a huge blow to Hubert’s confidence. After fusing the blood of countless powerful dragons, his lineage had reached an unfathomable level—especially his physical strength, which far surpassed even Reina’s when she transformed into a Frost Dragon.
Reina had fused the Primordial Venom Dragon’s shell mana crystal, and her very essence had begun to evolve. Her body was leagues above other Frost Dragons, but even so, it was still far weaker than Hubert’s.
Hubert stopped eating and sleeping, but even so, Leon couldn’t bring himself to smile.
Inside the demi-plane, Leon checked his subordinates’ injuries, swapped out spare parts for the Patchwork Golem, and after rallying morale, just couldn’t find the energy to continue his experiments.
The Alchemical Array Cluster was now occupied by the Dark Night Phoenix, with dozens of pseudo Sky Rank magical beasts guarding it. Taking it back was nearly impossible.