Chapter 903: Breaking Down the Door
The natural semi-plane was still in its growth phase and simply couldn’t handle too many powerful beings. If all these alchemical golems, each at least level thirty-five, were activated and sent in—hundreds at once—they’d absolutely throw the rules of the semi-plane into chaos.
Before Leon broke through to Sky Rank, if a Sky Rank powerhouse appeared in the natural semi-plane, just releasing their aura would be enough to destroy it.
As the natural semi-plane began to develop, its rules grew more mature and its limitations greater. It simply couldn’t bear power that was too strong.
It worked fine as a warehouse, but Leon wouldn’t risk sending hundreds of powerful beings inside. Ever since more and more of his battalion mages broke through to Title Archmage, Leon had stopped letting them enter the semi-plane.
They looted as they advanced, but Leon suddenly stopped in his tracks. Up ahead, a squad of alchemical golems—some wielding greatswords, others covered in solidified spells—were rushing toward them.
Each of these alchemical golems bore distinct markings—they were pure combat models, and judging by their formation, they were the guardians of this underground base.
"Get ready for battle. Tear these things apart."
Leon gave the order, and Hubert was already swinging Slaughter, charging straight into the fray.
Leon had known before coming in that not all the alchemical golems here had lost their power supply. Back at the entrance, those two one-eyed guardians had already made that clear.
The massive alchemical array in Radiance Fortress secretly siphoned power from the Abyss, with a significant portion funneled underground. That energy was anything but trivial.
Even if those massive production lines had stopped, there was no way every alchemical golem had lost its power supply.
Now it was clear: all that energy had been allocated to these base guardians. Of the ten guardian alchemical golems, eight were level thirty-five and two were level thirty-six. The eight at level thirty-five were all swordsman-type combat golems, while the two at thirty-six were spellcasting models.
The magical fluctuations radiating from them were obvious—one look and you could tell their energy supply was abundant, keeping them in a constant state of readiness.
Hubert swung Slaughter and charged straight into the cluster of alchemical golems. The warhammer swept up a surge of white shockwaves, slamming hard into one of the swordsman alchemical golems.
With a thunderous crash, the golem’s chest caved in, electricity and sparks bursting out. Its power core was instantly wrecked. It collapsed in the distance, limbs twitching uncontrollably—but it would never stand again.
Leon’s eyelid twitched. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it.
Hubert, that idiot. These combat model alchemical golems were worth a fortune—if you could capture them, rewrite their control systems, they’d make perfect, fearless enforcers. But now, with the power core destroyed, all you could do was salvage them for parts.
The nearby alchemical golems and Anderson were even more brutal, unleashing torrents of spells. Anderson, especially, had recently figured out how to merge four types of spells into a chaotic Elemental Tempest—a force of pure destruction.
One level thirty-five alchemical golem was swept into the Elemental Tempest. In less than three seconds, it was torn apart—reduced to nothing but a pile of spare parts.
Reina, on the other hand, kept it simple—just ice-sealing spells, but her casting had already surpassed what any Frost Dragon should be capable of.
A single ice-seal spell froze the power cores of both level thirty-six spellcasting alchemical golems...
Leon sighed inwardly and casually dismantled all ten golems, salvaging any usable parts. The rest would just have to go back to the furnace as raw materials.
He glanced at Wagner, who’d been trailing behind and clearly had no intention of joining the fight. Leon didn’t say anything.
Wagner, feeling Leon’s gaze, broke out in a cold sweat and hurried to explain.
"Archmage Leon, I’m just not strong enough. Before I could even make a move, you’d already finished the fight..."
Leon ignored Wagner, leaving Wagner anxious and uncertain—why bring him along if he wasn’t needed in battle?
Leon kept looting the powerless alchemical golems as he pressed deeper into the underground base.
They hadn’t gone far before running into another group of alchemical golems—this time, there were a lot more.
More than thirty alchemical golems—all spellcasting models. Even from dozens of meters away, a barrage of scorching rays formed a curtain of light, peppering the ground with a dense forest of charred holes, burning through layers of magically reinforced flooring.
Leon frowned, his Mana Harness spinning into action. In an instant, he calculated that all thirty-plus alchemical golems facing them were level thirty-five or thirty-six, and every spell etched into their bodies was one of those infuriating ray-type spells.
With a full energy supply, each golem could fire off four or five ray spells at once. That meant at least a hundred and fifty rays sweeping the field non-stop.
There was no way to keep these golems intact—he’d have to destroy them outright...
After a quick calculation, Leon abandoned the idea of dismantling them by hand. With thirty-plus golems standing together, there was no way to get close.
Leon swung the Doombringer Staff, and frost instantly spread across the ground, glowing with an eerie blue light. With three muffled thuds, three massive, seven- to eight-meter-tall Gates of Eskrym erupted from the earth.
Waves of scorching rays, flame rays, and blazing rays slammed into the Gates of Eskrym. The lifelike frost creatures carved into the massive gates seemed to come alive, crawling across the surface and devouring every flame ray that struck.
From the top of the gates, a thick plume of white vapor shot skyward. The seven- to eight-meter-tall Gates of Eskrym shrank rapidly—within a second, they were barely four meters tall.
Sensing their spells were being blocked, all thirty-plus golems lit up with even more runes.
In an instant, hundreds of crimson rays converged into a massive beam, smashing into the triple-layered Gates of Eskrym.