Chapter 1204
Morgan was filled with doubts, but what he didn't realize was that everyone else was thinking the same thing. None of them believed that Leon was the one who killed Bilbo and his group.
After all, in the Abyss, your strength is directly tied to the kind of demon you reincarnate as. Whether your combat power is strong or weak depends mostly on your demonic bloodline. It's not absolute, but it accounts for the majority.
Since Leon could help Sterlin protect his body, he clearly didn't care about past grudges—at least not here, where the bigger picture mattered. So Bilbo and those guys must have just been unlucky enough to die in the Abyss.
Even Crompton would occasionally look at Leon with admiration, and even Kros across from them seemed to find Leon much more agreeable.
No one suspected Leon—except Sterlin, who knew the inside story, and was hiding in the crowd, pretending to be dead and saying nothing.
Anyway, that's just how mages from Dunespire Tower are. When there's a crowd, they can barely be bothered to say a word, so nobody suspects anything.
Sterlin watched as Morgan quietly approached Leon to express his regret—he hadn't taken the chance in the Abyss to get rid of those guys who dared attack allies within the alliance. Now it was too late. They all died in the Abyss, their souls wiped out, and there would be no chance for revenge ever again.
Morgan lowered his voice, but Sterlin heard every word. Cold sweat slowly seeped from Sterlin's forehead—luckily, his face was hidden by his robe, and his body covered by a layer of sand, so no one could tell.
Damn it, Morgan's such a simple-minded guy. Hell, if he hadn't latched onto Master Leon, he'd probably still be a weak Title Archmage—just another dark mage who might never break through to Sky Rank, even after decades.
Not Master Leon who killed them?
Are you kidding? Those guys were Sky Rank powerhouses—even if they reincarnated as weak demons, they should have been able to escape, right? What, did they open their eyes after reincarnation just to find a demon lord waiting to kill them?
Aside from monsters like Master Leon, could those greedy, selfish, cowardly, and brutal demons really have killed Sky Rank powerhouses?
Except for those unlucky ones—and the three who had grudges with Master Leon—their deaths definitely had something to do with him!
Dubois Charles, who disgraced mages everywhere by becoming a demon's mount, was killed by Master Leon. And Bilbo and that Bronze Orc—no one knows for sure, but they're definitely connected to Master Leon somehow.
The only reason I survived was because I got a sudden chill and didn't go out of my way to provoke Master Leon like those idiots did.
Is Master Leon really that simple? These fools never think—every time, Master Leon pulls off some crazy comeback against impossible odds.
I heard that when he was just an eighth-rank Title Archmage, he could already burst out with Sky Rank power. Now he's at the peak of ninth-rank Title Archmage—ready to step into Sky Rank at any moment.
Once that guy steps into Sky Rank, a first-rank Sky mage would be like a fragile baby in front of Master Leon—he could crush them with barely any effort.
Besides, after his soul entered the Abyss, he could still summon his magic artifact. Damn, how does that even work? I still don't get it.
Whatever, Master Leon already spared me, so I’d better make sure to stay on his good side. Who knows how far this terrifying guy will go?
My idiot nephew—haven’t seen him in years—must have gone out of his way to provoke Master Leon, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten killed.
Why worry about any of that? I don’t know anything, I’m alive, and that’s enough for me. Those fools—serves them right if they’re dead…
With Sterlin still alive, nobody thought those deaths were Leon's doing. At least just now, Leon had a chance to kill him but didn’t—and even helped everyone out.
Six Sky Ranks fell, but the group’s overall strength barely dropped. In fact, the fourteen remaining Sky Ranks might be even stronger than the twenty before.
Almost everyone boosted their combat power by at least ten percent. Add that up, and they’re definitely stronger than the original twenty Sky Ranks.
Especially Crompton and Kros—those two are already showing signs of breaking through to fourth-rank Sky Rank. Compared to their old selves, they’d win hands down.
Once you hit Sky Rank, even the tiniest gap in power can tip the scales wildly in a fight.
The Rebirth Mist no longer affected anyone—or rather, as long as nobody touched it with their soul, it was just a slightly foggy stretch of ordinary land.
They kept moving deeper into the Sacred Mountain, and before long, two voices could be heard arguing up ahead.
The two voices sounded almost like the voices of laws themselves, spreading through the air and ignoring everyone’s defenses, piercing straight into their bodies and flooding their souls.
It felt as if the souls were being whispered to—every tiny sound seemed to carry terrifying laws that were beyond comprehension, as if their very words embodied the rules themselves.
Everyone was shocked—even Leon was surprised.
They hurried their steps and rushed out of the Rebirth Mist. Beyond the mist was the deepest part of the Sacred Mountain, the place once saturated with the Blazeforge Realm’s strongest power, closest to its source, where magic was richest.
Here stood a vast, ancient temple. The Blazeforge Orcs spared no expense for the Sacred Mountain, using the finest metals and materials to build temples and grand complexes deep within it.
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But now, everything had changed. The grand temple complexes had vanished, and even the largest temple was gone.
The surroundings looked like endless starry skies, and a colossal throne towered there—at least a thousand meters high and three or four thousand meters wide.
If you looked closely at the throne’s construction, you could see that much of it was made from the ruins of those temples.
The temple complexes and the largest temple were destroyed, their remains fused into a massive throne. Dense, evil power seeped from the throne, and the chaotic jumble of debris contained terrifying forces beyond comprehension.
It wasn’t until a furious shout snapped everyone out of their stupor.
"Enough! You’ve lost your mind—only a lunatic would dream of destroying the world."
A voice full of authority exploded in the void—or maybe it detonated inside everyone’s soul; no one could really tell.
But just after that voice, another rang out—mad, evil, and utterly deranged.
"Why shouldn’t the world be destroyed? Only tearing down this wretched world is what we truly ought to do.
We could have been born whole, but thanks to this damned world, we ended up like this. Destroy it—destroying it is the only way I’ll ever be free.
Destroy it. It must be destroyed. Wipe it out... wipe it out..."
The frenzied, evil voice howled on, swirling around the colossal ancient god-demon, unleashing boundless power with every word.
The space surrounding the god-demon’s body shattered like a broken mirror, splintering into countless fragments, each one radiating a breath of destruction.
Vast voids appeared around the god-demon’s body, but the broken space couldn’t harm it at all. In fact, its presence suppressed everything—the shattered space could only swirl around it, unable to leak any power beyond.
From the outside, it looked as if all the destructive power was being forcibly drawn into the god-demon’s body, which bore the brunt of it.
Cold sweat slowly beaded on Leon’s forehead as he surveyed this endless, star-like void.
The Realm of God-Demons—this was the damned Seventy-Third Deity’s domain!
Everything here existed because of the god-demon. The Seventy-Third Deity’s body was like the only celestial object in this infinite starry expanse.
Its immense form was likely far larger than what they could see. Everything here—even space itself—was pulled toward its body, the gravity so immense it suppressed all, making it impossible for the space to break apart.
After stepping inside, no one dared speak. Faces pale, they stood quietly at the edge of the starry void, waiting in silence as the two voices—each brimming with power—continued their argument around the god-demon’s body...
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"Did you forget what we went through? Damn you—how are you not dead yet? Damn you, damn you, damn you..."
The evil, crazed voice kept howling as the black smoke rolling over the god-demon’s body twisted into terrifying, grotesque demon heads, each roaring madly.
Around the god-demon’s body, the newly restored space collapsed again. Those ghastly, power-laden demon heads—each over a hundred meters wide—shattered along with the space, splintering into fragments.
The terrifying power—enough to tear a Sky Rank being to pieces in an instant—was suppressed by the god-demon’s body, all of it crashing down upon its form. Yet that power was like a breeze blowing against steel.
Even the dust that seemed to have accumulated for countless years on its surface didn’t stir in the slightest…
Once the evil, crazed voice finished venting, the voice full of authority and wisdom returned.
"How could I forget? We were the last god-demon to be conceived—even as the Golden Age ended, we still hadn’t been born into the world.
You should be grateful we were born after that disaster. If we’d emerged before it struck, we might have perished…"
"It’s all lies—filthy, nauseating excuses. That damned disaster—I’d rather have been born before it, even if it meant perishing. But look at us now.
That cursed disaster, that damned Northend world—what did it bring…
Souls, two souls—because of you, because of that damned world, I became what I am now.
Everything deserves to die. All of it must be destroyed…
Before the authoritative voice could finish, the evil, deranged voice rudely interrupted.
The authoritative voice didn’t get angry—he just continued coldly.
"No, Delrovana, you know perfectly well we were always one. It was only because of that disaster that we ended up with two souls—neither of us is superfluous.
It was just an accident.
We came to the Blazeforge Realm and fell into slumber here, hoping that time would heal the accident that split us.
But you, always ambitious, wanted to control the body alone and reclaim our former glory.
Look what you’ve done—just to kill me and seize control, you borrowed power from the Abyss. Those evil forces have polluted our body, turning you into something as arrogant, mad, cruel, and evil as any demon. You lost yourself long ago.
To control the body, you even willingly degenerated, reincarnating in the Abyss as a filthy, evil demon.
Am I wrong, Delrovana?
The moment Leon heard that name, it was as though a cloud hiding the truth in his heart had been lifted ever so slightly.
Damn, Delrovana—that explains why the Abyssal Gate could lead straight to the 333rd layer of the Abyss.
No wonder Delrovana the Demon Overlord was so famous in the Abyss—an entire layer was named after her.
No wonder, after all this time, even when Sky Rank beings descended on Delrovana’s domain, the legendary overlord never awoke.
In all the history of the Abyss, once this demon overlord fell asleep, she never woke again—not even when the Northend world was destroyed.
Turns out she was the reincarnated soul of the Seventy-Third Deity. Once Delrovana’s soul leaves the Abyss, the overlord’s body will remain in eternal slumber—or vanish forever.
If not for Delrovana’s fearsome reputation—her ruthless methods, slaying a demon overlord and seizing the 333rd layer, then taking out two more—
The number of demon lords she killed is unknown. If Delrovana had vanished for ten thousand years, her realm would have been overrun by other demon overlords.
So many demon lords were slain by her; if Delrovana disappeared for ten thousand years, her world would’ve long been taken over by other demon overlords.