Chapter 1122
A thousand magic crystals... That was the number needed. No, wait—the pseudo-Sky Rank magical beasts roaming the Blazeforge Battlefield might be endless, but surely not a thousand of them. A thousand magic crystals... If he lingered here for four or five years, maybe it could be done. But at what cost?
Maybe five hundred would suffice. Even that was a stretch, but anything less felt like conceding too much...
So what now?
Morgan, lost in gloomy calculations, tried to figure out how to corner Diras at the very edge of his abilities—while still squeezing every last magic crystal out of the deal.
The spectacle had left the other factions shaken; they departed, nerves still jangling. On Greendale’s side, the Azure Sword Saint led the royal family away, his bearing commanding respect even in retreat.
Joey and Heron, never ones for large entourages, recalled Leon's earlier summons. Without a word, they fell in step beside him—for now, their destinies seemed tied to whatever business he had.
Morgan, having witnessed the chaos firsthand, felt his resolve harden. Wherever Leon went, Morgan followed—no one paid him any mind, but he tagged along, a broad grin masking his anxious thoughts.
Rafael dispatched his subordinates to hunt for magic crystals, choosing instead to shadow Leon in silence. The quiet was heavy, filled with unspoken calculations and wary hope.
Watching Leon’s calm, almost indifferent face, Rafael’s heart twisted with a blend of awe, envy, and uncertainty. What went on behind those placid eyes?
Only now do I realize just how lucky I was to complete the Final Transcendental Transformation so smoothly, and even open up my own demi-plane without incident...
Who would have thought the Beast God's Blood was so dangerous? The ancient Burning Tower faction, with all their research, ended up turning a mage into a half-human, half-beast monster...
It’s terrifying. That monster actually had true Sky Rank power. If not for the suppression of the Blazeforge Battlefield, that monster’s transcendental power could have been used for offense, and even more people would have died.
The Burning Tower’s research was a complete failure, but Archmage Leon’s Golden Transcendence Potion was absolutely perfect. After all this time, I still haven’t noticed any side effects from my breakthrough.
I underestimated Archmage Leon—completely underestimated his skill with potions. Damn, I should have known all along...
I’d only seen Archmage Leon’s achievements with alchemical arrays before, and he was already far beyond me—at a truly terrifying level. He’s definitely among the very best of the Worldshapers.
I used to think the people from Greendale were just talking nonsense, but now it’s clear: Archmage Leon truly is the strongest when it comes to alchemical potions. That’s his greatest specialty.
Golden Transcendence Potion—this might be the strongest potion a Worldshaper could ever create. Something like this shouldn’t even be possible for a Worldshaper to master. Archmage Leon is probably close to being sanctified...
Rafael witnessed this entire ordeal firsthand and finally understood the true gap. The Burning Tower’s failure only made Leon’s value and strength stand out even more.
At a time like this, there’s no choice but to follow. Everything else can wait...
Leon led his people away, and the Burning Tower’s temporary camp fell into utter silence. Only a few dejected mages remained to clean up the battlefield and find a place to rebuild their camp.
Soon, the battlefield was cleared. Everything was gathered up—even the remains left by that blood-red monster, and the ashes after the burning were all collected.
In the new temporary camp, Dida La looked at the pile of junk before him, his expression sour.
“This is your research result? Damn it, even the inspection didn’t find any problems? Strog, is this your answer to me?
You fool, this isn’t the answer I want! I want to know why—why did this happen?”
Dida La’s face was dark, barely containing his anger as he roared at the mage before him.
Strog’s face was pale. Of the three alchemists who took part in the research, he was the only one left alive—the other two had been killed by that monster.
Facing Dida La’s accusations, Strog lowered his head and explained quietly.
“Lord Dida La, I really can’t find the cause in these remains by myself. The alchemical device is completely destroyed. I checked the remains, and I can guarantee there’s absolutely nothing wrong with them.
I was responsible for the device’s construction, and at least from these remains, there’s no problem. I even checked the blueprints just now—still nothing wrong...
Strog hadn’t even finished speaking before Dida La angrily cut him off.
“Idiot, no problems? Damn it, after something like this, with so many dead, humiliating ourselves in front of everyone, and now you tell me there’s no problem?”
Strog hurried to continue explaining.
“Lord Dida La, I mean the device’s construction and blueprints are flawless. That means the problem must be at the very root.
The research into the Beast God’s Blood went wrong—we were on the wrong track. If that’s off, then even if every step after is right, it’s all wrong...
The research on the Beast God’s Blood was handled by the other two—I’m not good at that part...
Strog tried to shift the blame, and Dida La just kept his face dark. With the other responsible parties dead, what else could he do? He had to rely on the last man standing.
“Then tell me—what do you think the real reason is?”
Strog opened his mouth, looked at Dida La’s chillingly cold face, and could only force a bitter smile and shake his head.
“Honestly, Lord Dida La, I don’t really know why. We simulated it a dozen times—it should have worked.