Chapter 490 Shut Up
The once well-trained squad of knights was now in utter chaos. No one dared approach that silver figure—he stood there on the earth, a vision of a demon god in their eyes.
For a moment, the air was thick with the scent of death. As the last scream rang out, both the Blazeforge Orcs and the Ashen Demon Wolves were sent flying...
That silver figure was none other than the Alchemical Golem Leon had repaired during his days at the Merlin Estate. Although the golem was still missing some parts, every component used was exceedingly rare. Its power could only be described as terrifying—especially those preset spells, whose unleashed force nearly rivaled a Fifth Level Title Archmage.
And preset spells had no exhaustion period. As long as a source of mana was supplied, the Alchemical Golem could cast spells endlessly. Of course, this depended on the golem's design; ordinary golems would collapse if forced to cast spells continuously.
But clearly, Leon's Alchemical Golem used a combat system taken from the Sky Rank Golem of the Wizard's Spire—a top-tier system by any measure.
Still, using a Sky Rank Golem against a single squad of Blazeforge Orc cavalry was, frankly, overkill.
"What..."
In an instant, the young Blazeforge Orc, Ash, turned pale, too stunned to speak. His gaze was locked onto that silver figure, fists clenched unconsciously. It was this very figure that, in less than half a minute, had slaughtered the elite knight squad.
How could this be...
Ash was truly stunned. No matter how he tried, he couldn't have predicted this outcome. Just moments before the silver figure appeared, images of those human mages dying horribly still flashed through his mind.
But now, those human mages were completely unharmed, while the knight squad he'd trained was wiped out. He couldn't accept it—it felt unreal, like a dream.
"Hmph!"
Ash furrowed his brow, consumed by rage. His hands tightened around his thousand-pound warhammer as a terrifying aura began to radiate from his body.
He had never thought those weak human mages were worth his time, but now, it seemed he had no choice but to act...
"Ash, you're no match for them. Let me handle this..."
But at that moment, his teacher spoke in a raspy voice, jolting Ash to attention. He looked at his teacher in disbelief, shock written all over his face.
How could this be...
He was supposed to be one of the top prodigies of the Forgefire Clan, a Grand Seer at a young age. Even among the thirteen tribes of the Blazeforge Realm, few young talents could compare. Yet now, his teacher was saying he wasn't a match for those mages.
Ash was burning with frustration...
If anyone else had said that to him, he would have exploded. Damn it, he was a Title Archmage-level powerhouse, a super prodigy of the Forgefire Clan—how could he not be a match for those human mages? It was a joke! None of those human mages were even Title Archmages.
But the one saying it was his own teacher, Lazart, and he didn't dare lose his temper...
He didn't say a word, but his livid face made his dissatisfaction obvious.
"Ash, I know you're upset, but that's just how it is..."
Lazart glanced at his disciple, a rare smile flickering across his aged face. He knew Ash's personality well—after more than ten years together, he'd seen his talent and pride firsthand. He'd always been satisfied with Ash's performance.
Of course, he'd long considered Ash the best candidate to inherit his legacy, never missing a chance to temper him. But today was clearly not the time for that...
In fact, at first, Lazart hadn't paid those human mages any mind. At his level, only top-tier powerhouses could catch his attention. Those mages were weak, almost pitiful—there wasn't even a single Title Archmage among them.
It wasn't until Ash gave the order and the knight squad was wiped out that Lazart reassessed the human mages—and found himself surprised.
"Take a close look at that human mage..."
Lazart pointed at Ross Merlin in the distance and said to Ash, "That human mage may only be an Eighth Rank Archmage, but his true strength is unfathomable. There's something strange about his aura—it means his meditation techniques and magical runes are anything but ordinary. He could easily defeat a Ninth Rank Archmage!"
"And that one..."
Lazart pointed at Leon Merlin, frowning. "That human mage isn't an ordinary Eighth Rank Archmage either. His true combat strength might be even greater than the last—top-tier Archmages may not be a match for him."
"And him..." Lazart glanced at William Merlin. "His rank is a bit lower, just a Fifth Rank Archmage, but his aura is incredibly strong. If I'm not mistaken, his actual power is at least on par with an Eighth Rank Archmage!"
"Ash, do you believe what I said now...?"
Lazart sighed softly. The human mages he'd pointed out were all outstanding—in his view, even among the thirteen tribes, it would be hard to find many young talents like them. But that wasn't the real reason he had to take action. The true reason was the Alchemical Golem that had slaughtered the knight squad.
With his keen eye, he could tell that the Alchemical Golem was incredibly powerful. If he didn't step in, even the combined strength of the entire force wouldn't be enough to stop it.
"Yes, Teacher..."
Ash's face froze for a moment, and he nodded lightly. But his gaze toward Leon and the others was still full of disdain. So what if those human mages were formidable? Not a single Title Archmage among them—how could they possibly be his match...
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He was still frustrated, but when his teacher spoke, he didn't dare disobey.
But with Teacher taking action, the result would be the same—those detestable human mages would be utterly destroyed.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from Lazart without warning, spreading across the entire area. Everyone was shaken to the core by it—even Ash, already a Title Archmage, felt a surge of anxiety. Teacher was just too strong!
But at that moment, a flash of silver light streaked by—the Alchemical Golem arrived in an instant. Its brilliance flickered as powerful spells exploded forth.
Boom...
Lazart faced the Alchemical Golem without flinching. A hand formed from fire lunged at the golem, but several spell rays pierced through the fiery palm, allowing the golem to break free. In Lazart's astonished gaze, the Alchemical Golem turned into a streak of silver and fled at once...
"Teacher, that thing isn't your match at all..." Ash beamed. He'd been shocked by the golem's strength, but soon realized it was no match for his teacher—otherwise, why would it flee after just a few seconds of fighting?
"Shut up!"
Unexpectedly, Lazart's face darkened as he stood motionless, slowly dispersing the fiery hand. "Those human mages have already escaped..."
"Ah..."
Ash's expression changed as he followed his teacher's gaze. Sure enough, the human mages were nowhere to be seen. They'd clearly used the brief clash to draw everyone's attention and then escaped. Ash muttered, voice low, "So cunning..."
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When Leon returned to Inferno Fortress, it was already late at night. Even for him, fatigue was starting to set in.
Not long ago, he'd encountered that Forgefire Clan force in Specter Valley. Whether it was the cavalry squad or the Grand Seer, he felt he could easily wipe them out. After all, he had too many trump cards at his disposal. The Grand Seer was powerful—a Fifth Level Title Archmage or above—but to Leon, it still wasn't much...
Still, he hadn't made a move—there was little point in doing so...
He wanted control of Specter Valley, to send the Planar Legion in for excavation, and to obtain the Five-Colored Dragon Core. He suspected the Dragon Nurturing Array's true value was more than just the core itself—there might be hidden secrets, and the array's very existence was a mystery.
But all of that hinged on destroying the Forgefire Clan...
The Grand Seer he'd met was strong, but according to Leon's intel, that Grand Seer was actually the weakest of the six in the Forgefire Clan. Killing him would be meaningless—and would only draw the clan's attention.
At the moment, Leon sat in his barracks, drowsiness creeping in. Yet he had no desire to sleep—his mind was filled with thoughts of the Forgefire Clan and Specter Valley. The urgent task was to destroy the Forgefire Clan; he couldn't afford any more delays. This time, he'd come to the Blazeforge Realm as commander of the Planar Legion, but his true goal was to seek the Merlin Ancestor's relics. He didn't have much time to waste.
Frankly, wiping out the Forgefire Clan was the biggest challenge. The Planar Legion stationed at Inferno Fortress numbered over two thousand, all at least Grand Mage level, with around three hundred Archmages and seven or eight Title Archmages—but even combined, it wasn't enough...
After all, the Forgefire Clan had been rooted in the Blazeforge Realm for countless ages, with immense reserves of power. Their six Grand Seers were all Fifth Level Title Archmages or above—just those Grand Seers were enough to give him a headache, not to mention the mysterious chieftain.