Chapter 754: I've Been Waiting for You
Leon landed on the ground and checked Elsa's injuries. His expression darkened—Elsa was already unconscious. Even the life potion could only barely keep her alive; there was no chance of waking her.
The magic within her was already in chaos, tangled with that thick abyssal aura. The poison had invaded Elsa's mana—there was simply no way to save her now.
Leon stood, rose into the air, and stared at Rodney.
After a long moment, the two silent figures attacked at the same time. Countless black smoke billowed from Rodney, the dense abyssal aura surging skyward like a war signal.
Dozens of arcing flames converged from all directions—above, below, surrounding Leon from every angle, crashing toward him with savage force.
Leon gripped the Doombringer Staff in his right hand and flipped open the Death Tome with his left. Mana surged, forming a blue halo around him.
In an instant, an icy blue shield rose from Leon, swelling rapidly to three or four meters across. Brilliant patterns appeared on the shield, like countless snowflakes gathering together.
As those flames, trailing long tails of black smoke, crashed into the shield, it suddenly exploded—instantly scattering into countless snowflakes that spread outward.
Countless snowflakes spun rapidly, colliding with the dozens of flames. Steam billowed, and each flame was sliced apart by the swirling snowflakes, turning into drifting embers trailing black smoke.
When the swirling snowflakes cleared, Leon's figure emerged. He raised the Doombringer Staff, its four-colored light flickering, while the Death Tome in his left hand echoed the same hues.
Fire, frost, wind, and stone—spells of four elements swirled together in front of Leon, instantly merging into a vortex six or seven meters across, shimmering with four colors.
The vortex brimmed with wild, unstable power. As Leon lightly tapped the center with his Doombringer Staff, the raging energy suddenly found a channel to release.
In an instant, countless spells of the four elements surged out from the vortex, colliding and exploding in midair. The complex elemental clashes shattered any semblance of order.
All the spells dissolved into raw elemental power. The torrent, originally seven or eight meters wide, suddenly became a massive stream of pure, chaotic energy—over ten meters thick, an unstoppable, violent surge.
In the blink of an eye, a four-colored torrent shot through the sky for hundreds of meters. Six demonic heads spun around Rodney, each spewing a beam of green light.
But the addition of those six green beams only made the elemental torrent wilder. Elements collided and devoured each other, swallowing the green lights and transforming them into pure elemental energy, which surged back with the torrent.
Rodney's face changed slightly. A violent wind whipped up around him, pushing him backward as he gestured rapidly. Countless black smoke gathered before him, forming a pitch-black Abyssal Gate. From it, a massive hand of flame emerged.
A huge arm, at least seven or eight meters long, stretched out first and blocked the elemental torrent. As the torrent crashed against it, the flames of the giant hand were swept into the elemental surge.
In just three seconds, the fingers of that demonic flame hand had vanished, forcibly converted into raw, raging elemental energy by the torrent.
The massive hand, once seven or eight meters wide, shrank to just three or four meters. As the arm from the Abyssal Gate braced against the torrent and slowly emerged, the elemental stream's power began to wane.
A few seconds later, a flame demon with only its upper body—towering dozens of meters tall—crawled out from the Abyssal Gate.
ROAR!
A furious roar echoed—the Infernal Flame Demon, its body wrapped in fire, braced itself with both hands and tore savagely at the elemental torrent, its immense strength ripping the weakened stream apart.
The thick torrent split into two smaller elemental blasts, surging off to either side.
Seeing this, Leon frowned slightly. He'd known Rodney had a pact with an abyssal demon, but hadn't expected it to be an Infernal Flame Demon with elemental traits. As long as its flames burned, it was immortal.
Even if wounded, in a place saturated with fire element, it could recover quickly—just like an elemental creature.
With Rodney nearby, it was impossible to kill the Infernal Flame Demon before it fully emerged from the Abyssal Gate. Taking advantage of the moment, Leon decisively poured a surge of mana into the Death Tome.
The Elemental Chapter blazed with dazzling four-colored light. In an instant, three colors vanished, leaving only blue, which grew ever brighter.
The glow began to tremble, but Leon didn't stop—his mana kept pouring in. A blue shield emerged from the Death Tome, finally enveloping his left hand.
When the glowing orb began to tremble violently, as if on the verge of exploding, Leon finally stopped pouring in mana.
In that instant, a thick blue beam shot skyward. The clouds overhead thickened, lightning rolling through their depths.
The air temperature dropped rapidly. Snowflakes began to fall in sheets, and the clouds spun swiftly, forming a massive vortex stretching for thousands of meters.
A flash of blue swept across the sky, and the clouds transformed into countless swirling ice crystals. At the heart of the vortex, a deep blue whirlpool—dozens of meters wide—spun slowly.
ROAR!
A piercing Dragon’s Roar echoed as a Frost Elemental Dragon—its entire body seemingly carved from ice crystals—emerged from the vortex.
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In an instant, a torrent of frost element erupted with the Frost Elemental Dragon’s arrival, saturating the surroundings with intense, vibrant frost energy.
This was the strongest Frost Elemental Dragon Leon could currently summon—at the peak of Level 38, on par with the Infernal Flame Demon.
The moment the Frost Elemental Dragon appeared, it was immediately drawn to the Infernal Flame Demon. The power of flame was what the Frost Elemental Dragon hated most—and the Infernal Flame Demon, in turn, fixed its gaze on the icy dragon.
In an instant, the two began casting spells at each other.
These two colossal beings, once they started fighting, it was pure devastation—spells rained down like a storm, forcing the orc army below to scatter far and wide.
Countless blasts of frost and fire collided in midair. The weaker orc slaves below could barely endure the constant thunderous explosions.
From Leon’s Doombringer Staff, the Violet Dragon Avatar soared out again, transforming into a massive violet dragon that coiled behind him.
With the Avatar’s blessing, Leon’s elemental spells grew far more powerful.
And on his left hand, the Death Tome shone with four-colored light, further boosting the power of Leon’s elemental spells.
In that moment, the magical fluctuations around Leon surged—exceeding a Magus’s limits several times over!
Countless deep-green Wind Blades became a raging storm, slashing toward Rodney. Subtle spatial ripples warned Rodney these were no ordinary wind blades.
Rodney summoned a flood of green flames, hiding himself within a sea of fire. Countless Wind Blades sliced into the flames, but did little harm.
Voidrend Blades pierced the sea of fire without resistance, but the green flames obscured Leon’s vision and blocked his magic from instantly locating Rodney. A massive storm of Wind Blades and Voidrend Blades swept through, but returned without success.
It was as if the world itself had ignited the opening act of an all-out war.
A barrage of emerald fireballs hurtled toward Leon, but he answered with a torrent of spellcraft, his magic surging to meet the onslaught.
Every second, hundreds of spells clashed between them—endless magical collisions whipping up a chaotic Elemental Tempest overhead.
After a few minutes, Leon understood: they’d reached the endgame—a brutal war of attrition. In this relentless contest, the first to falter would be doomed.
But even after several minutes of fierce mana drain, Rodney hadn’t slipped. The battle would grind on, neither side yielding.
Rodney’s face darkened. In just a few minutes, he could tell: his opponent, precise as a machine, wouldn’t make a mistake. Leon’s mana seemed bottomless—minutes passed, and he showed no hint of exhaustion. Victory was slipping away.
But now, the fight had grown so fierce that neither could withdraw. Wild magical surges sent the elements within a kilometer into a frenzy, their density climbing with every cast—space itself began to tremble.
Suddenly, the entire ruin shuddered violently—earthquakes rocked the ground, fissures split the earth, and waves of raw spatial power swept through the battlefield.
Rodney and Leon, locked in aerial combat, were forced to descend. Below, the Ashen Orc Warhost erupted into chaos.
Mountains crumbled, the earth split—it felt as if the world itself was about to overturn once more.
Leon’s reaction was instant. At the first ripple of spatial distortion, he didn’t flinch—he declared, "I’ve been waiting for you!"
He shot to Anderson and the others. With a blinding flash—Leon, Anderson, and the party vanished.
When they reappeared, everything around them had changed…
Dim light enveloped them, dominated by a colossal gate—over ten meters tall and nearly eight wide—its surface etched with countless runes and ancient beast motifs.