Chapter 1133
Around the fifty battalion mages, blazing flames erupted in an instant. Within a hundred-meter radius, everything turned into a sea of fire. Shields of flame formed a wall, seamlessly connected, blocking all the shadow arrows.
Then, the mages who had vanished into the inferno all transformed, rising as towering flame elemental beings. Fifty humanoid flame elementals simultaneously raised their staffs, and at that moment, each mage began chanting a spell.
Chaotic incantations echoed; none of the mages chanted a complete spell, and each mage’s chant was different from the others.
Seeing this, Byron finally realized something was wrong. He hurriedly channeled mana into his Shadow Cloak, a veil of darkness enveloping him as he retreated rapidly.
“Move! These are real people, not illusions…!”
Byron cast a shadow spell, only to discover that the shadows of these mages were real—each and every one!
Just moments ago, the fifty battalion mages looked like mere low-level titled magi. But when all fifty unleashed their flame elemental avatars, the fire surged, their auras fused, and a violent transformation occurred…
It was as if those fifty low-level titled magi had vanished, replaced by the sudden awakening of a terrifying flame behemoth. Its aura erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly exploding—intensity skyrocketing a hundredfold in an instant, and still climbing…
Byron cried out in shock, but it was already too late…
Above the sea of fire, five swirling Flame Vortexes—each over twenty meters wide—suddenly appeared. The roar of burning flames threatened to ignite the entire world, twisting the very fabric of space.
In an instant, dazzling blue fireballs burst forth from the five Flame Vortexes, each one three or four meters across.
A dense barrage of blue fireballs fell like a meteor shower, blanketing the hundred-meter range where the shadow mages stood—striking every corner without mercy…
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
The deafening explosions shook the space itself, cracks forming as if the world might collapse. Hundreds of meters around, blinding blue fireballs detonated everywhere…
The shadow mages were utterly swallowed by this endless ocean of explosions…
A three-faced monster floated in midair, gazing at the mages who had taken on flame elemental forms, and let out a long, wistful sigh.
"Damn it, those bastards! I finally found some fun, and they ruined it all. Group Detonation Fall!
Does Merlin never teach these battalion mages anything less violent?"
Group Detonation Fall is the upgraded version of Detonation Spell’s upgrade. Detonation Spell is the archetype for fire spells focused on explosive force, but Group Detonation is a wide-area spell—capable of unleashing a dozen, even twenty or thirty Detonation Spells at once, covering dozens of meters.
But Group Detonation consumes enormous energy, and without precise control, its power drops significantly. The spell is strongest when it hits its target directly—detonating at point-blank range to unleash its full force.
If it doesn’t strike head-on, the explosion’s power plummets. Beyond three meters, its potency drops a whole level; beyond five, even a standard mana shield can block it.
But Group Detonation Fall is a further evolved spell—an absolute eighth-tier spell, and easily the most unreasonable among them.
It blankets an entire area, and with so many blue fireballs packed together, there’s no need to worry about diminished force—every blast zone overlaps with another.
Such dense explosions amplify each blast’s strength, the collisions and chain reactions delivering pure annihilation…
This spell drains two to three times as much energy as a normal eighth-tier spell, and takes two or three times longer to cast—no sane mage would bother learning it…
Those who do learn it only study the incantations and theory—no one actually uses it in combat, not even in large-scale legion wars…
But in Leon’s Mage Legion, it’s the perfect spell. The cost? With fifty battalion mages sharing the load, it’s barely as taxing as a standard sixth-tier spell.
Long casting times, especially for legion casting? Not a problem—the United Chanting Formation lets ten mages share one spell’s incantation. Even if the combined chant is longer, casting time is slashed by several times; with enough practice, it could be ten times faster…
A spell so powerful it’s usually just for research—here, it’s the perfect weapon.
On top of that, the Mage Legion’s enchanted robes boost fire magic, and their mastery of flame elemental avatars far surpasses ordinary mages—making their fire spells even more devastating…
Countless blue flames erupted across the ground, turning a hundred or two hundred meters into a blue inferno. After a dozen seconds, the five blue Flame Vortexes vanished.
The burning blue flames on the ground slowly faded, and all the shadow mages were gone. Only the remnants of magical artifacts remained—twisted, half-burnt, or melted into useless lumps of metal…
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Over two hundred meters away, Byron lay sprawled on the ground, most of his hair and eyebrows scorched away. His Shadow Cloak was faded and its runes dull, the surface completely charred.
Byron stared at the scorched earth ahead—no corpses, just chunks of metal with melted surfaces. Every magical artifact was destroyed…
Struggling to his feet, Byron’s face was pale and his chest heaved. His shadow sense confirmed it—the fifty battalion mages before him were all real, every single one…
He spat blood, glaring viciously at the battalion mages, his eyes like daggers at the floating three-faced monster.
Channeling mana into his Shadow Cloak, Byron’s body blurred and vanished instantly.
But the next moment, a dozen Detonation Spells struck the area around Byron, plowing the earth again. A shadow flashed, and Byron screamed as he was suddenly flung into midair.
Suddenly, three or four Flame Chains ignited around Byron, each one binding a hand or foot—and three more wrapped around his Shadow Cloak…
The flames on the chains scorched Byron’s body, forcing him to maintain his mana shield just to withstand the pain. Escape was impossible; his Shadow Cloak had lost all response, struggling against the fire, and he could even hear the artifact’s agonized screams…
The Flame Chains dragged Byron like a dead dog, hauling him before the three-faced monster.
Byron glared furiously at the three-faced monster, shouting in rage.
"Leon Merlin, you despicable bastard! You’ve turned into a three-faced monster, ambushing us again and again—where’s your mage’s honor?
Damn you, let me go! If you’ve got guts, stop ambushing—let’s have a real fight.
You disgrace the mage’s name, relying on illusions to ambush—pathetic…"
Byron struggled furiously, cursing at Anderfa.
As Byron ranted, the fifty battalion mages all looked at him as if he were an idiot.
Anderfa couldn’t help but laugh, all three faces twisting into a mocking grin.
"Idiot. You think someone like you is even worth an ambush? Worth Merlin’s personal attention?
You’re overthinking it—I was just bored, so I came to toy with you and test my new creation. Turns out, you’re even more useless than I expected.
Couldn’t even get the results I wanted. I got bored and let the battalion mages warm up instead. Who knew you’d be such a disappointment.
A whole bunch of high-level Title Archmages, even a Ninth-Rank Title Archmage among you, and not one of you could block a single spell. Pathetic…"
All three of Anderfa’s faces sneered at Byron, then floated away. The Mage Legion members also glanced at Byron with disdain. Even those left to guard him had to draw lots to decide who’d stay.
The unlucky one trudged over, controlling the Flame Chains to drag Byron after Anderfa.
Byron’s chest heaved violently as he spat more blood, nearly fainting from rage.
Damn it, I’m not even a frontline battle mage. This cursed place suppresses Shadow Stealth, so what if I’m a Ninth-Rank Title Archmage?
Who says a Ninth-Rank Title Archmage has to be a combat monster? My title is Plane Smuggler!
Hell, how was I supposed to know I’d been spotted from the start? Who could guess this semi-dimensional space was crawling with monsters—fifty battalion mages at Title Archmage level, stronger than a single top-tier Ninth-Rank Title Archmage!
In two seconds, they unleashed Group Detonation Fall—how was I supposed to know? Isn’t that spell supposed to be the most useless explosion magic?
How can they cast it so fast, and with even more power than the legends say…
Byron was so frustrated he wanted to cough up blood; his guts twisted with regret for sneaking into this semi-dimensional space. Now, with his Shadow Cloak bound, even if released he couldn’t sneak out…
Byron was dragged to the entrance of the Alchemist’s Lab. Staring at the blood-red mist, he widened his eyes, desperate to glimpse what lay inside.
But everything here was shrouded—he couldn’t see a thing.