Chapter 620: Hellfire
As expected, the one who emerged from the Gate of Death this time was a Death Knight, his entire body encased in black armor. His appearance was bizarre: in his right hand he gripped a massive, pitch-black greatsword, with black mist slowly swirling around its blade; in his left, a rusted iron hook that looked as though it had been soaked in seawater for centuries...
The Death Knight stepped out from the Gate of Death, but did not immediately attack Leon.
Yet simply standing there, he exerted a tremendous pressure on Leon—a pressure only top-tier beings could bring. Leon quickly assessed the Death Knight's strength in his mind: at the very least, it was above level thirty-eight.
"Human, you dare disturb our slumber..." The deafening roar shook the entire cabin, trembling with the Death Knight's fury.
"To be honest, I don't really want to..."
"You must pay the price!" As the words fell, the Death Knight raised his greatsword.
Leon reacted swiftly, lifting his Dragonstaff. First, a Mind Shield, then, as a string of incantations spilled from his lips, the ground beneath him turned a deep crimson. The empty cabin's wooden boards began to shake, and soon, a dark red swamp spread beneath the Death Knight's feet...
That was the Crimson Swamp—one of the most powerful control spells among sixth-level magic!
Yet the Death Knight was even stronger than expected. Before Leon's Crimson Swamp could fully take shape, the greatsword was already at his face—radiating dense necrotic energy, its black blade suffused with the power of death.
In that split second, Leon barely managed to cast an Elemental Shield. Then, with a thunderous "bang," the greatsword slammed into his shoulder. It felt as if a massive boulder had crashed down on him, bones threatening to shatter. Leon staggered back several steps, his face ashen.
"So, it's true—master of both sword and magic..." Leon's expression darkened.
An undead creature wielding the power of an Eighth Rank Sword Saint and an Eighth Rank Title Archmage—this was no joke.
With the heavy sound of the sword cleaving the air, the Death Knight swung his greatsword again. Wreathed in raging Death Aura, the attack forced Leon to retreat again and again. The runic shield couldn't withstand such relentless blows; all Leon could do was keep falling back, searching for a truly safe distance...
But even as he retreated, Leon's hands were far from idle—a spell of Undead Purge was already prepared...
In an instant, a dazzling radiance burst forth—the brilliance of Undead Purge lit up the entire cabin. As a fourth-level spell, its effect was simple and direct: to utterly cleanse the death energies of undead creatures. It was, in every sense, their true nemesis...
But this time, even a nemesis seemed powerless...
Leon’s Undead Purge tore a wound into the Death Knight’s chest, but immediately, thick black mist surged from the gash. Before Leon could grasp what was happening, the mist had already sealed the wound at a speed far beyond his imagination...
"Damn it, it's the Eye of Death..." Leon cursed under his breath. That black mist was clearly the power of the Eye of Death.
So, the legends were true after all...