Chapter 803: Sky-Rending Blade
A swath of frost shattered—the icy blocks stood no chance against the Spears of Vulcan. The fiery spears pierced through the Frost Shield, skewering the Skull Shield along with it.
But as the Skull Shield was pierced, the bones covering it began to surge wildly. Skulls wriggled and bit down on the Spears of Vulcan, and bony hands clutched at the spears, tearing at them relentlessly, slowing their momentum.
At the same time, the chill from the Frost Shield transformed into blue streams of air, battering the Spears of Vulcan, as if trying to freeze them solid.
Golden-red flames roared to life, battling against the frost and the skeletons in a relentless clash.
In the blink of an eye, everyone could see a dozen Spears of Vulcan lodged in the dual-layered shield. Golden-red fire erupted from the spears, annihilating both frost and bone in a single, explosive moment.
Only a pair of charred bone fragments fell from midair. Councilor Suville burst into wild laughter, crazed, his eyes nearly bulging out.
"Merlin, Merlin! Is this your strength? Pathetic, absolutely pathetic! I can't wait to tear you apart—your flesh, your blood, they must taste so sweet. I can't wait..."
Suville howled at the sky, the deathly aura from half his body surging violently. The right side of his clothing could no longer withstand the corrosive death energy and quickly disintegrated, falling away in tatters.
His right half now exposed as bone, the soulfire in Suville's right eye flickered madly. In the next instant, Bone Shields materialized all around him.
Three gray magic circles emerged on the ground, and from their glowing centers, three Zombie Cerberuses appeared—rotting, reeking, and dripping with foulness.
"Go, my darlings! Tear that filthy rat to pieces!"
Suville pointed at Leon and roared madly.
In an instant, the three undead Zombie Cerberuses bared their fangs and lunged straight for Leon.
The Zombie Cerberuses flickered rapidly, their speed almost like teleportation, gouging claw marks into the earth wherever they landed.
In the distance, Elsa watched the battlefield with concern, her voice low as she asked:
"Should we help Archmage Leon? These are three level thirty-eight Zombie Cerberuses—fast, with fewer weaknesses than the living kind, and carrying a deadly virus. That monster is no joke. We..."
Elsa was cut off as Anderson shook his head gravely.
"No need. Those three dead dogs aren't a match for Leon. It's that half-human, half-undead monster that's the real problem..."
Facing the three level thirty-eight Zombie Cerberuses, Leon didn't even spare them a glance. His eyes remained fixed on Suville.
With a flick of his wrist, the Death Tome appeared in Leon's hand. A thread of mana poured into its pages, and Death Knight Ragulin and Barton were summoned forth.
In an instant, the three Zombie Cerberuses clashed with Ragulin and Barton.
Suville let out a cold laugh.
"I told you I'd destroy you. I won't be reckless—I want to kill you slowly. Now, let the fun begin!"
As he spoke, Suville's skeletal hand pointed at Leon from afar. A gray-black light glimmered at his fingertip, and in an instant, a gray-black ray shot toward Leon.
The ray struck the magical shield before Leon, not even causing a ripple. Yet, in that moment, Leon's brow furrowed.
A language curse?
The ray had no offensive power. The instant it touched Leon's mana, it transformed into a vicious curse, interfering with his ability to speak.
No need to test—Leon knew he couldn't chant spells for now. Not even a single syllable would work.
Except for seventh-level spells, sixth-level spells—Leon could compress all incantations into a single note. But that note wasn't the spell itself; it was a compressed segment, turning complex incantations into something deceptively simple, drastically shortening casting time.
But in essence, that single note was the entire incantation compressed into one.
With his speech cursed, Leon couldn't chant incantations—only cast spells instantly.
Councilor Weiss saw the ray and his face darkened.
Damn it, Suville—he's just a half-undead, but he seems to have mastered every undead spell: summoning, curses, brute force, you name it.
This puts Leon in real danger. Losing the ability to chant means no more high-level spells. I should be thinking about escaping—when Suville goes berserk, he won't spare me either...
Leon, however, remained unfazed. He let out a cold laugh—if this had happened before he'd broken through to Title Archmage, the language curse might've mattered. But now...
In an instant, the Arcane Wheel's phantom spun wildly behind Leon, runes swirling in a riot across its surface.
Before Leon, spells of all four elements condensed furiously—a hundred spells in a second. At the tip of the Doombringer Staff, the massive Dragon Core blazed with four colors.
Scarlet flames, azure hurricanes, cobalt frost, and golden boulders churned together in the narrow space ahead. Four-element spells collided and compressed, erupting in a frenzy.
Every formed spell shattered, merging into a madly spinning Four-Colored Elemental Storm—a horizontal tornado of four hues, sweeping up every nearby elemental force and bearing down on Suville.