Chapter 794: Whirlpool
It took an immense amount of magic just to communicate, barely drawing out a faint trace of power. Yet even this meager sliver was enough to cast a spell of banishment!
Forcefully tearing open space, opening a gate between planes, and banishing someone into this realm.
Ordinary summoning spells pale in comparison to this. Banishment rips open space, disregards the established routes between planes, and those exiled have no way back.
That single trace of power just now tore open the Abyss, banishing the Black Dragon Warlord and Duncan deep within it. Judging from the abyssal aura when the gate opened, they’ve landed somewhere far beneath the surface.
Leon’s brow furrowed, yet there was not a hint of joy on his face.
If it were anyone else, being banished to the depths of the Abyss would spell certain doom. But those two—Leon was certain they wouldn’t die, and that they’d find a way out.
Banishing them means temporary safety, but it also leaves a lingering threat behind.
While communicating with that colossal heart, the power I drew left a magical brand on it—a brand that the Black Dragon Warlord and Duncan have surely sensed.
Especially Duncan, who’s been bound to that heart for over a thousand years. Now that their connection is severed, his sense of it far surpasses anyone else’s.
The two had lost their bond, and as Ashen Orcs with abyssal demon blood, they might grow even stronger in the Abyss. Worse, they could use that magical brand to track us down, bit by bit.
They’ll inevitably chase us to Northend World. Sooner or later, we’ll meet them again—and next time, they’ll be even more formidable…
Leon sighed inwardly. The real trouble is yet to come. At least the Black Dragon Warlord and Duncan have been banished to a deeper layer of the Abyss, where the creatures are far stronger. Escaping won’t be so easy for them…
After leaving Nightfall Gorge via the teleportation array, Leon was suddenly startled. He glanced toward the Dark Elf Enclave.
He sensed three powerful auras from the direction of the Dark Elf Enclave, rapidly weakening. Even at this distance, the change was unmistakable.
Leon frowned slightly and quickly cast Fly, heading straight for the Dark Elf Enclave.
Those three auras must be Gary, Guridan, and Harris. Did something go wrong?
With that thought, Leon panicked and sped toward the Dark Elf Enclave. When he arrived, he found the Dark Elves unharmed, the corrupted three races gone, and both inside and outside the enclave, Dark Elves and Ashen Orcs busily cleaning up the battlefield.
At this moment, there was no sign of hostility between the Dark Elves and Ashen Orcs. Everyone silently gathered the corpses left on the battlefield; not a single face showed any joy.
Half of the Dark Elf Enclave was destroyed. The outer areas were nothing but ruins, the buildings reduced to rubble, and the War Ancient Oaks that once guarded the perimeter were now just charred stumps.
When the others saw Leon return, they remained silent, letting him stride into the Dark Elf Enclave.
Merlin, come here...
At that moment, the second elder of the Dark Elf Enclave walked over, his face grave.
Leon followed behind the elder, heading into the heart of the enclave, where, surprisingly, the central area seemed untouched by the battle, but the plants were all wilting.
As they walked further in, even the wilted plants disappeared; everywhere was covered in gray ash.
The air was thick with decay and death, and there was no trace of magical energy—it felt like the end of the world.
Leon frowned, approaching a stone cottage. Here, everything—buildings and plants alike—had turned to ash, and even the stones seemed to have weathered for millennia.
In the center of the courtyard, Gary, Guridan, and Harris sat on the ground, their bodies radiating terrifying auras of decay and death.
The three Sky Rank powerhouses were covered in deathly ash, and not a trace of vitality could be felt from them. Even from twenty or thirty meters away, Leon could sense their decaying aura encroaching on his magic and life force.
Casting a magic shield helped a little, but it drained his mana four or five times faster than normal.
Leon’s brow furrowed, eyes wide with horror. He could see at a glance that Gary, Guridan, and Harris were on the brink of death—their life force nearly gone, kept upright only by the sheer power of a Sky Rank mage.
Strictly speaking, the three of them were already dead.
How is this possible? Who in the God-Demon Realm could possibly kill you?
Leon could hardly believe it—how could Sky Rank powerhouses be dying?!
Gary, Guridan, and Harris all gave bitter smiles, but none answered Leon’s question.
Is there someone in the God-Demon Realm even stronger than you? Someone who could kill you?
Suddenly, a thought struck Leon. Before the three could answer, his expression turned grim.
Is it him?
Gary remained silent, Guridan’s expression was conflicted, and Harris lowered his head with a bitter smile.
After a long silence, Gary finally nodded.
Seeing this, Leon's expression grew complicated. He didn't know what to say.
Gary looked up, his tone utterly devoid of any despair about dying.
Merlin, the three of us have joined forces to open the passage for you. You can go anytime. But we're on the verge of death—there's nothing anyone can do. Death no longer concerns us; our only worry is our people.
The three great races have endured countless hardships to survive to this day. Our simultaneous deaths will be a huge blow. Without leaders, we don't know what will become of our people.
Thankfully, you are here. Guridan, Harris, and I have discussed it—we hope to entrust our people to you. Please look after them, and don't let the Dark Elves, Ashen Orcs, or Forgefire Dwarves fade into history.
Leon was stunned; he never expected Gary to say such a thing.
Beside him, the second elder of the Dark Elves and the Flame Dragon Warlord of the Ashen Orcs were equally shocked.
Grand Elder, this can't be! You won't die!
Chieftain, this isn't real—it can't be!
The second elder and the Flame Dragon Warlord were in shock, unable to accept what was happening.
Gary looked solemnly at the second elder, his face showing neither joy nor sorrow—only an ever-thickening aura of death.
My life is gone; my death is inevitable. No one can stop it. But just now, I pierced the fog of time and saw a glimpse of the future—I saw our Dark Elves following Merlin, standing once more at the pinnacle of Northend World, our name echoing across the land.
I believe Guridan and Harris saw the same thing.
Guridan’s expression was solemn as he looked at the Flame Dragon Warlord.
Gary is right. My death is certain, so I used my remaining life and power to pierce the fog of time and saw the same thing: the Ashen Orcs following Merlin, returning to the peak of Northend World. I hope you will always follow Merlin—our loyalty and spirit will never fade.
Harris took out a magical communicator and relayed the same message to the Forgefire Dwarves.
After speaking, Gary, Guridan, and Harris looked at Leon, their deathly faces filled with pleading.
Leon sighed and nodded.
Alright, I promise you—I’ll take them out of the God-Demon Realm.
When Leon gave his word, the three leaders finally smiled.
Suddenly, a storm of power erupted—the three leaders unleashed terrifying, supernatural strength.
Space rippled violently, and visible waves spread outward. Leon, the second elder, and the Flame Dragon Warlord were all sent flying backward by the force.
They flew back over a thousand meters before the force finally weakened.
In the distance, the three leaders were engulfed in a shroud of deathly energy, unleashing a torrent of supernatural power that soared skyward.
Above Gary’s head, a rainbow torrent of magic erupted, mingled with countless runes and mysteries—all his power surging forth.
Above Guridan’s head, a crimson torrent burst forth, filled with wild, raging power. His blood surged, and the strength of his bloodline erupted with the torrent.
Above Harris’s head, a torrent of scorching fire erupted, entwined with streaks of lightning, shooting straight into the sky.
The three torrents of immense power shot into the sky, transforming into three enormous, inverted whirlpools.
One rainbow whirlpool, one crimson whirlpool, and one red whirlpool crackling with lightning.
This was the greatest eruption of power in their lives; with such strength sustaining them, their lives faded, but they did not die immediately.