Chapter 802: Lucky for You
No, it must be that news of humans appearing here has reached him. If Suville, that lunatic, knew Merlin was here, he would've already gone berserk and rushed over to kill him.
Whatever, it's not like I have any authority to order Suville around, nor any way to persuade that madman. That idiot's strength has already advanced to a ninth-rank Title Archmage. If I tried to reason with him, he'd attack me without a second thought...
Councilor Weiss's face darkened, and he silently stepped back, refusing to say another word to Suville. This situation was already beyond his control.
Leon Merlin frowned at Suville, still unable to figure out how Suville ended up like this. Suville had died before, his body reduced to ashes, yet somehow his soul was secretly whisked away.
Back then, during the battle with Oracis, things were so dire that it was normal not to notice. As long as the soul remained, with the Black Tower's resources, reviving Suville wasn't all that difficult.
But for him to turn into this bizarre state—what on earth happened?
As Leon mulled it over, Suville finally snapped.
With a wave of his left hand, a tornado suddenly erupted from the ground—a massive whirlwind, forty or fifty meters tall, tearing apart everything around it and surging toward Leon at breakneck speed.
At the same time, Suville's skeletal right hand rose, runes shimmering with the aura of death flickered at his fingertips, and he pointed them straight at Leon.
In an instant, centered on Leon, skeletal arms burst from the ground along a six- or seven-meter radius. More and more bone arms clawed their way up, one after another, climbing over each other.
In moments, the bone arms latched onto each other, forming a giant cage like a birdcage, trapping Leon inside.
From the ghastly pale bones radiated a massive aura of death, swirling with gray-black mist that spun inside the cage, morphing into twisted, menacing ghostly faces.
Ah...
The ghosts shrieked with ear-piercing screams, the sound waves surging madly toward Leon.
Meanwhile, the tornado up ahead was about to reach him. The white whirlwind instantly turned blue, transforming into a massive azure meat grinder, flashes of cold light sparking within as it collided with the Bone Cage.
Countless wind blades slashed at the Bone Cage, but only sent up showers of sparks—the blades couldn't even cut through the bone prison.
Those interlocking bone arms, though seemingly inexplicable, possessed terrifying defensive power.
A mass of tiny blue wind blades piled up, forcing their way through the gaps in the Bone Cage, as if intent on shredding Leon alive inside.
Leon frowned slightly—Suville's power was definitely at the ninth-rank Title Archmage level now. His casting speed and intensity were downright terrifying.
Especially being able to cast both a hurricane spell and a necromancy spell at the same time—this is far beyond a newly advanced ninth-rank Title Archmage.
Suville was now not just bizarre, but evil—and powerful.
Leon drew the Doombringer Staff. Its light flashed, and an endless torrent of flames erupted outward from Leon, blasting through the Bone Cage in an instant, filling it with fire.
Leon’s body transformed into a Flame Elemental Avatar, and in the blink of an eye, he surged out of the Bone Cage with the roaring fire.
The Bone Cage’s restraints couldn’t stop the flames erupting like a volcanic explosion.
By now, the blue tornado had forced its way into the Bone Cage, instantly shredding the flames inside. In a flash, the cage was filled with countless blue wind blades, slashing madly. Sparks flew every time the blades met bone.
“Hahaha! Damn Merlin, die, die, be torn apart! Dying like this is far too easy for you. I’ll take your soul—no way I’ll let you die so cleanly. I’ll torment you, put your soul in a new body, then kill you slowly, swap bodies again, and keep torturing you until your soul finally fades away...”
"Hahaha..."
Suville laughed maniacally, the left half of his face twisted beyond recognition, utterly feral, with not a shred of sanity. In the right half of his skull, the soul fire blazed wildly, his venomous emotions palpable even hundreds of meters away.
A hair-raising sense of evil and strangeness filled everyone's hearts.
Just then, dozens of meters outside the Bone Cage, a flame elemental suddenly appeared in a blaze—Leon’s Flame Elemental Avatar.
Leon frowned at the twisted, crazed Suville. Behind him, the phantom of a massive Arcane Wheel slowly materialized.
In the distance, Councilor Weiss wore a conflicted expression.
Damn it, Suville’s become a lunatic—after that bizarre resurrection, he’s like a different person, and somehow even stronger.
Right after coming back, he tortured a dozen Forgefire Dwarves to death—Forgefire Dwarves! Several of them were top-tier smiths who saved us a ton of time and danger while excavating the ruins.
But that lunatic Suville tortured them to death—he even flayed the flesh off half their bodies. If Archmage Felton hadn’t been there to restrain him, he’d probably have killed me too.
Luckily, since it happened during a dangerous excavation, we could cover up the deaths of those master smiths. Otherwise, the Forgefire King would never have let it go.
After regaining his senses, the guy acted possessed—while in the Forgefire Clan, Archmage Felton kept him from slaughtering more dwarves, so he ran off and butchered a level 38 magical beast instead.
Damn, that was a Lesser Earth Dragon—strongest vitality below Sky Rank, could recover from being split in half, and Suville still chopped it to pieces...
Now that he’s seen Merlin, he’s bound to go completely insane.
Merlin’s strength was unexpectedly formidable. No idea if he can stand against Suville—if Merlin falls, everyone here will probably be slaughtered by Suville, me included.
Forget it, I’ll just watch for now. If Merlin starts losing, I’m running for it...
Councilor Weiss, plotting his escape, quietly edged backward. He knew sneaking away was impossible for now—he’d have to wait for chaos to make his move.
Suville’s power caught Leon off guard—brutal and overwhelming.
Leon unleashed his Flame Elemental Avatar, transforming into a towering inferno six or seven meters tall, flames roaring around him and turning a hundred meters of ground into a sea of fire.
Leon raised the Doombringer Staff. Behind him, the phantom Arcane Wheel spun slowly, endless runes flashing madly across its surface.
Suddenly, a golden-red spear over three meters long appeared in midair—like it was forged from pure gold, blazing with crimson-gold flames, runes densely covering its surface.
Leon cast the Spear of Vulcan, but this time it was vastly different. Before his breakthrough, the spear only bore a handful of runes and maybe one or two effects, usually just burning on impact.
Now, the runes flowed and swiftly combined into several mysterious, arcane patterns.
Seth, watching from afar, was startled and cried out.
“A single Spear of Vulcan can stack so many effects—acceleration, piercing, burning, attachment, annihilation. And it keeps absorbing surrounding fire elements to grow even stronger! My god, Merlin didn’t even chant a spell—it was cast instantly!”
After the first Spear of Vulcan appeared, a dozen more quickly condensed around it!
When the dozen Spears of Vulcan formed, everyone saw them fade away like phantoms.
But in midair, a dozen golden trails appeared at once—almost instantly, the Spears of Vulcan materialized before Suville.
Suville’s face was twisted beyond recognition, but seeing the Spears of Vulcan, he showed no surprise or anger—just a delighted grin.
“Hahaha, Merlin, you stupid rat, you’re still alive—excellent, excellent! Dying so quickly would be far too merciful...”
Before he finished speaking, Suville’s left hand and skeletal right arm both swung up. Instantly, countless bone fragments condensed before him, forming a Skull Shield covered in screaming skulls, their hollow eyes staring forward with malicious intent.
At the same time, a mass of frost gathered, merging with the Skull Shield. A layer of chilling frost formed on its surface.
In an instant, the original two-meter Skull Shield was encased in a frost barrier over three meters thick. Through the ice, you could still see the shield’s surface—the clustered skulls’ eye sockets flickered with cold, sinister flames.
Ding ding ding...
A dozen rune-empowered Spears of Vulcan slammed into the double shield, unleashing a cacophony of shrill, metallic clashes.