Chapter 590: Madness
Councilor Suville's eyes were bloodshot. That damned Leon Merlin—was he insane? At a time like this, he actually wanted everyone to attack Oracis. Did he even know what he was doing? That was Oracis—the Primal Drake, offspring of Ashen Serpents and Abyssal Demons, a beast whose power was nearly Sky Rank. Attacking it was no different from seeking death.
Damn it...
That damned Leon Merlin must know he's doomed, so he wants to drag everyone else down with him. Yes, that must be it!
Suville's face turned ashen, his eyes fixed on Leon. He had to stop this madman...
Otherwise, everyone present—including Archmage Felton, Archmage Seth—would die because of this foolish act...
No, he must be stopped...
But before he could even open his mouth, he saw Leon Merlin raise that damned staff of his...
"Stop, you lunatic!" Suville instantly understood Leon Merlin's intent and screamed in terror. But Leon Merlin seemed not to hear his plea. As the staff lifted, wild magical power surged as if drawing endless mana from the void, then rushed madly toward Oracis...
Blinding flames shot through the void at an incredible speed, exploding right in front of Oracis.
Sparks exploded against the far right head of Oracis...
In an instant, the magical force had already engulfed the upper half of Oracis...
It was like an ocean of fire. But at that moment, Suville couldn’t even focus on it—he was nearly losing his mind.
Time seemed to freeze...
Suville’s mouth hung open as he stared at Leon, his eyes wide with horror and shock...
He—he... he really attacked Oracis!
Suville could hardly believe what he was seeing...
The thing he’d feared most had actually happened...
That damned Leon Merlin really attacked Oracis...
It’s over. We’re finished...
Suville felt darkness closing in. Oracis was such a terrifying existence—even Joy and Heron would steer clear. Where did Leon Merlin get the nerve to provoke Oracis?
Damn it, this really is the end...
Leon Merlin, you bastard, you’ve doomed us all...
Suville glared at Leon, his face ashen, cursing the man’s ancestors in his heart. This was pure madness...
He really wanted to ask: Do you even know what kind of monster you’re facing? Do you understand what the consequences will be?
Don’t you realize that, with our team’s strength, the only option against a monster like Oracis is to run...?
Damn it...
Even if you don’t know, Leon Merlin, couldn’t you ask someone else?
What the hell is this now...
Are you trying to drag everyone down with you?
Wait, hold on...
Just as Suville was about to curse out loud, the young mage in the distance suddenly moved again...
"Shit..." Suville’s face went ghostly pale.
Sure enough, at Suville’s cry, the young mage once again raised his staff. The gem at its tip blazed with dazzling light...
"Leon Merlin, you bastard!" Suville’s curse was thick with despair—he could see it clearly now: a burst of blinding fire erupted from the staff’s gem...
It was the Roar of Fire...
A level six spell with innate magus power—once cast, its force could even reach level seven and beyond!
"We’re doomed..." As a Title Archmage, Suville knew exactly what spell that was, and what kind of wrath it would bring down if cast on Oracis...
If the previous Fireblast was just a provocation, then this Roar of Fire was a slap across Oracis’s face. Even a rabbit would bite if you hit it—let alone a beast nearly at Sky Rank...
Sure enough...
Just as Suville had that thought, a sudden whoosh—the temperature around them soared to maddening heights.
The Roar of Fire covered a massive area, like a hammer crashing down and howling toward Oracis.
Even the void seemed to twist under the spell. Oracis’s massive body rumbled, its giant hooves shaking the ground...
Oracis’s explosive roar seemed to pierce the heavens and earth...
Suville was stunned by Leon’s recklessness. Staring at Oracis, now wreathed in flame, he felt only despair—the stench of death.
He didn’t believe this alone could truly hurt Oracis. If Oracis were so easily destroyed, it wouldn’t be called an ancient beast...
If Leon Merlin’s magic climbed a few more ranks and reached Sky Rank, then maybe Oracis would be in trouble...
But that’s just a big if...
Leon Merlin isn’t Joy, nor Heron—he’s just a mage with formidable skill...
But just then, Suville heard a thunderous roar—so loud his eardrums nearly burst.
With great effort, Suville turned his head and saw Oracis’s central head open wide, unleashing a torrent of fire elemental energy, pouring endlessly from its massive jaws.
In moments, it had swept away all of Leon Merlin’s magical power...
"It’s over..." Seeing this, Suville felt his strength drain away—he was a breath away from collapsing.
At that moment, one thought consumed Suville’s mind: Run...
Yes, run! And as far as possible. No one here could withstand Oracis’s fury. The Primal Drake, offspring of Ashen Serpent and Abyssal Demon, possessed a hint of transcendent power—a terror that no Title Archmage could resist. Honestly, facing Oracis now was like facing Joy or Heron themselves; with a wave of their hand, they could decide the fate of every mage present...
No one could stand against such power...
Even Archmage Felton, even Archmage Seth—before Oracis, they were just as helpless...
The only choice was to run...
As for the dignity of a Title Archmage—at death’s door, dignity doesn’t matter. If you’re dead, what use is pride?
Yet...
Just as Suville resolved to flee, a dense curtain of magical light suddenly enveloped Oracis’s body...
"What’s happening?" Suville froze in shock...
Cold sweat dripped from his brow.
In that instant, Suville saw the alchemical golem beside Leon Merlin activate its entire weapon system—an endless barrage of spells rained down on Oracis. And not just the golem; Lena, radiating icy energy, also charged at Oracis without hesitation under Leon’s command. What the hell was wrong with that woman?
Then came a thunderous dragon’s roar. Lena, airborne, shed her human form—her massive dragon body appeared, ice-blue scales shimmering like art in the sunlight. Sleek yet powerful, her form was elegant and beautiful, wreathed in frost. But to Suville, that beauty was like a plague; his heart sank completely.
In a flash, fire blazed skyward, frost covered the ground, and magical energy wrapped around every inch of Oracis’s body. Each explosion was a burst of color. The whole space churned like a sea of fire; even the canyons on either side shook, on the verge of collapse from the magical onslaught.
But shockingly, even under such a barrage, Oracis only swayed. That hoped-for fatal wound? It never came.
Everyone’s face fell...
Finally, Oracis struck back.
Oracis’s blue head spewed a flurry of ice flowers, whipping up a tornado that swept through the forest.
A cold so fierce it rivaled absolute zero erupted instantly. Everyone caught in the wind was coated in a thin layer of ice, which kept spreading—give it a moment, and they’d be frozen solid.
Such terrifying ice magic...
The entire team gasped and retreated—any longer and they’d be turned into human ice sculptures...
The frost dragon soared above Oracis, fighting with primal ferocity and grace. But even the mighty frost dragon could only retreat step by step. Against Oracis, her dragon power was laughable—like a child’s game. In truth, this wasn’t even a fight; standing before Oracis, Lena was as fragile as paper. With a casual flick of its tail, Oracis sent her flying hundreds of meters.
Unstoppable. Invincible.
"Madness! You’re all mad! Don’t you realize now is the best chance to run?"
Suville stood there, helpless and desperate, staring at Leon. His face was pale, sweat dripping. This was an unbeatable force—even more Title Archmages wouldn’t help. Yet now, thanks to Leon Merlin’s decision, everyone had been dragged into the mire of death...