Chapter 808: Growing Stronger
These relentless battles weren’t without merit. Each time Xiu Ban recovered, he grew stronger. Now, he’s broken through to Fourth-Rank Sword Saint, and his formidable physique is enough to make even Fifth-Rank human Sword Saints despair.
Reina too has grown from the frequent fighting. When she casts spells now, her technique is clearly more refined and much faster. Her frost magic packs a heavier punch as well—she’s almost at the peak of Level Thirty-Eight. It won’t be long before she breaks through to Thirty-Nine.
This rate of progress is terrifying for a Frost Dragon. Remember, dragons live absurdly long lives—a thousand years is still considered a juvenile. Reina herself has only just reached adulthood.
The Alchemical Golem lost plenty of parts in the fighting, and its power dropped considerably. But Leon found a stash of rare materials in Constantine’s Dominion, plus some resources from the Three Great Races that are almost unheard of in Northrend. After repairs, the Golem is going to be stronger than ever.
Anderson is the most smug of all. Ever since Leon broke through to Title Archmage, the Arcane Wheel’s power has soared. As the sentient artifact’s embodiment, Anderson has reaped plenty of benefits. Right now, he’s floating the Arcane Wheel in midair, all three faces beaming with delight.
Seth, whom they rescued earlier, has also recovered his strength—he’s now an Eighth-Rank Title Archmage, even stronger than before.
But the one who gained the most is Leon.
The greatest prize was, of course, Constantine’s Skull. With it, Leon perfectly completed the final piece of the Archmage puzzle, breaking through to Title Archmage in the strongest state ever recorded.
It was only after acquiring the Spellbook of Ages aboard the Dauntless that Leon realized just how powerful and mysterious this artifact truly was. When he advanced to Title Archmage and turned to a new page, he found the spells were never repeated—each one unique, many of them legendary incantations lost to history, appearing one after another.
With this, Leon’s path as a Title Archmage is now free of any major obstacles.
And beyond that greatest prize, there are countless other gains—the allegiance of the Three Great Races.
Remember, whether it’s the Dark Elves, Ashen Orcs, or Forgefire Dwarves, these were all incredibly powerful races in ages past.
The Dark Elves are born spellcasters, their innate gifts the envy of countless others. Their ultimate magic sigils—the Life Sigil—once struck terror into anyone who heard the name.
Now, Leon holds all the Life Sigil Crystals of the Dark Elf Clan. Once restored, these crystals will allow every Dark Elf to return to normal. When that happens, Leon will command an entire race of mages—a truly terrifying prospect.
And then there’s Elsa, bearer of the Skyblood lineage. Even in the far future, at the peak of Northrend, the Skyblood is still a subject of intense study among top mages.
This bloodline is so powerful, it’s said you could awaken to it and sleep your way to the Heaven-tier. If there weren’t proven cases of successful activation, no one would believe such an absurd bloodline could exist.
Now Elsa has awakened it, and right after, she’s already a Ninth-Rank Title Archmage. Breaking through to Heaven-tier is just a matter of time.
She might even break through tomorrow—Leon can’t begin to guess when. The only certainty is, if Elsa survives, she’s destined for Heaven-tier.
Then there’s the vast Ashen Orc host, ancestors to all orcs, bearing Abyssal Demon blood. Their demon warlocks can cast abyssal spells and summon abyssal creatures, and their warriors are as physically powerful as demons themselves—terrifying, formidable beings.
The Ashen Orcs, in particular, are the most warlike of the Three Great Races. Their sheer numbers cover everything from expendable shock troops and wolf riders to demon warlocks and sky-riding wind knights—their potential for war is unmatched.
The Forgefire Dwarves—every single one of them is a blacksmith or craftsman. In all of Northrend, no one surpasses them in these arts. At best, you might match them, but never exceed.
With the Forgefire Dwarves’ allegiance, Leon’s followers can be armed to the teeth!
Any base they build can easily withstand all but Heaven-tier assaults.
And with their racial talents, they can forge all sorts of special magical artifacts—including, for example, the magic crystal cannon on the Dauntless.
In an instant, Leon’s power has risen to a terrifying level. If he wanted, he could sweep away any minor faction without a second thought.
And that’s not counting the rare materials—collections from the Three Great Races, the Wood of Wisdom from the heart of the Tree of Wisdom, and more than I can list…
Of all these materials, three stand out as the most valuable for Leon.
The Golden Behemoth’s Third Eye, the Unicorn Six-Tailed Fox’s Horn, and the Runic Stone Giant’s Heart.
With these three near-extinct treasures, once back in the alchemy lab, Leon can use them to boost the Doombringer Staff’s magical avatar to a whole new level!
That’ll instantly shave years off the Violet Dragon Avatar’s growth time!
True Relic Spirits are relatively easy to upgrade, but things that actually boost a magical avatar are ridiculously rare. If Lord Shaun ever got wind of these materials, he’d probably never beg Leon for magic crystals again…
The haul is far better than expected. But then Leon thinks of Felton, and his mood sours. That guy’s broken through to Heaven-tier and acquired a transcendent magical artifact—now that’s trouble.
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And the bigger trouble is still to come…
Leon shakes his head, no mood to keep sorting through the loot. He picks a room and begins his first meditation since breaking through to Title Archmage.
He hadn’t really meditated since Fifth-Rank Archmage, and by Ninth-Rank, he had to constantly suppress his level to avoid breaking through.
Now, at last, he can meditate freely, and the difference is immediate.
The Spellbook of Ages floats on his left, the Arcane Wheel on his right. Behind him, a giant spectral wheel shimmers as Leon slowly closes his eyes, magical energy surging at a terrifying pace.
In a flash, two months pass. Leon emerges from his private room and returns to the captain’s cabin.
After two months of rest, everyone had recovered to their peak condition. Now, they were all waiting in the captain’s cabin.
Councilor Weiss stood awkwardly off to the side, completely alone. Especially the Forgefire Dwarves—all of them glared at him with hatred. If Leon hadn’t intervened, they’d have torn Weiss apart on the spot.
After all, it was the Black Tower mages who destroyed the Forgefire Dwarf Clan.
Back then, Weiss had boarded the Dauntless with the rest. Leon ignored him, pretending not to notice. The others followed Leon’s lead, saying nothing, but no one gave Weiss a friendly look.
When Weiss saw Leon slowly enter the captain’s cabin, his face instantly changed.
A vast, steady, yet unfathomable magical aura radiated from Leon. Though he projected no overt force, Weiss felt his scalp tingle—as if every fiber of his being sensed grave danger.
It was like some primordial beast from the Age of Gods was slowly approaching. Even without any malice, it sent chills down your spine and instinctive terror.
Weiss’s muscles tensed for a moment, then slowly relaxed, a bitter taste in his mouth.
Lord Merlin is getting stronger and stronger. His talent is simply off the charts—no, it’s beyond talent. He’s practically a different species!
Two months!