Chapter 785: Awakening of the Bloodline
Countless magical forces were drawn in, slowly swirling, until, after a few seconds, Leon saw the circular, seven-colored rainbow begin to descend. It fell like a multicolored tornado from the heavens, then transformed into a seven-colored funnel, wild elements dancing and frantically pouring down through it.
The torrent of power surged for a full three minutes before the sky-reaching, earth-linking rainbow funnel finally faded away.
At the same time, a figure shot out from within, speeding toward them.
Seeing the figure, Leon's face showed an expression of 'just as expected.'
It really was her! Her bloodline has finally awakened!
The figure was none other than Elsa, who had been unconscious for so long. Now, Elsa's brows were furrowed in confusion, powerful magical energy radiating from her—her rank had increased by two levels!
From a Seventh-Rank Title Archmage, she had become a Ninth-Rank Title Archmage!
Such an enviable gift, truly blessed by the heavens—the Skyborne Bloodline, the strongest bloodline of the Dark Elves. Even with just the initial awakening, she could reach this height.
Not only did her body fully recover, she even leapt straight to Ninth-Rank Title Archmage. Judging by this, if her bloodline awakens further, it won't be long before she reaches Sky Rank!
Leon couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This kind of talent is truly enviable—the legends weren't exaggerated at all. Once the Skyborne Bloodline awakens, you could practically sleep your way to Sky Rank.
"Leon Merlin, what happened here?"
Elsa's memory was still stuck at the last time she was ambushed by the Ashen Orcs. She had no idea what had happened during this period, and now, seeing the situation, she was completely lost.
"No time to explain. Unleash your strongest Limit Spell—let's drive these maniacs back first."
Leon quickly tossed out the order. Elsa, though she didn't understand what was going on, could tell things were dire.
No hesitation—Elsa stretched out her right hand, and a Spellmark on her arm lit up rapidly. The unique power of a Limit Spell surged forth. In an instant, winds roared and clouds billowed, a torrent of blue-green gales gathering before her.
Countless gales surged backward, converging before Elsa into two enormous blue-green wind blades, each easily a hundred meters across—like the blades of a giant windmill.
As magical elements gathered, it wasn't just Elsa's own magic being stirred—more and more of the surrounding magic was drawn in. Within a second, those two massive wind blades spun wildly, like a windmill gone mad.
Gales gathered in droves, yet there was no trace of wind in the air—all the force was being sucked into that colossal windmill.
The Limit Spellmark on Elsa's arm flashed furiously. The power had already surpassed her limits—she couldn't control it at all.
Only now did they see the gigantic windmill, skimming along the ground as it flew out. Everything in its path was shredded to bits, even the earth itself seemed to be scraped away in a layer.
Limit Spell: Great Windmill!
The Great Windmill swept into the Ashen Orc ranks, instantly clearing out every Orc Thrall within hundreds of meters. After flying several hundred meters more, the windmill could no longer hold together.
With a bang, the giant blue-green windmill exploded, transforming into countless wind blades that swept out in all directions. In front of the windmill, it was as if a massive blue-green fan appeared—a fan made entirely of wind blades, instantly covering a range of several hundred meters and wiping out hundreds more orc fodder.
A Limit Spell of, at most, Fifth Rank—yet it had this kind of power. Even Leon couldn't help but glance at Elsa; the Skyborne Bloodline truly defies the heavens, and the Dark Elves' innate spellcasting ability has grown even stronger.
Elsa herself seemed a little surprised by her own spellcasting might.
But Leon was already raising the Doombringer Staff, chanting spells at lightning speed.
Before, when they'd encountered the Ashen Orcs, the orc thralls hadn't seemed to affect the battle much. This time, though, with their numbers piled up, their impact was terrifying.
Each orc thrall was pitifully weak—if it were a one-on-one, even a rookie could poke one to death with a finger. But there were just too many of them.
It's just like the Sea of the Undead tactic—when the numbers get high enough, unless the gap is truly astronomical, you get a qualitative change.
The main reason the Undead Plane couldn't be conquered for ages was sheer numbers. Even the lowest skeleton soldiers could wear down a Title Archmage's strength!
Skeleton soldiers, no higher than Tenth Rank, have buried peak Title Archmages countless times.
Leon even knew of the most infamous defeat: a fleet of Arcane Battleships from Northend World was swallowed by the Sea of the Undead. Over a dozen ships, their main cannons rivaling Sky Rank power, were drowned by endless wraiths, gargoyles, and Bone Dragons. In that battle, the highest-ranked undead creature was only Thirtieth Rank...
The frenzied, mindless orc thralls before them were just like undead creatures—maybe even scarier.
All they needed was brute force to break the lines, pushing forward with their lives, and the entire Dark Elf Clan would fall into mortal peril.
But now, with Elsa here, the stalemate was broken!
Leon spared a moment to cast a powerful spell. After six seconds of chanting, the Doombringer Staff in his hand burst into blinding light.
A thunderous roar echoed through the sky. Vast black clouds appeared overhead, and then a massive meteor, easily a hundred meters across, emerged from the darkness.
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The meteor plummeted, its immense force igniting blinding flames as it tore through the air, filling the sky with deafening thunder.