Chapter 595: Like an Egg Against a Boulder
At this moment, the sky turned a murky gray, vision shrouded in gloom. But the worst was the abyssal power flooding through the spatial rift—like stars, no, not stars, for at least stars are bright. These abyssal forces were pure evil. No one doubted that if Oracis fully unleashed this magic, there would be no chance to escape.
Of course, Oracis was only gathering magical power right now, not yet with enough mastery to instantly cast abyssal magic. The real danger was the lingering frost and flames—barely held off once, but still not gone...
"Damn it, I knew it, I just knew it..." Councilor Suville's face was so pale it was frightening. Watching all this unfold, he trembled uncontrollably, so terrified he'd even forgotten how to cast spells: "Oracis's power—there's just... there's no way we can stand against it..."
Damn it, it's all because of Leon.
If it weren't for Leon, I wouldn't be stuck in this damned place, wouldn't have to face this monster. I would've already escaped, maybe even found Emperor Norlick's Scepter and become a hero of the Black Tower...
All of this was because of Leon's arrogance.
He thought he could turn the tide. He thought he could handle Oracis...
It was Leon's lackey—the equally damned Dragonblood Orc, Shuban.
Right now, Shuban was swinging Slaughter with all his might. The unique highland orc runes made his skin gleam with a dark golden hue—truly imposing.
There's no chance left...
Even if everyone joined forces, it would be impossible to match Oracis. Now, all we can do is die alongside Leon Merlin's arrogance...
With that thought, Suville made his move. Relying on his nearly shattered rune shield, he endured dozens of fireballs, burning through his mana to cast a Flame Blink and teleport behind Shuban. He unleashed a chain of fire from his hand—Shuban, busy fighting abyssal magic, never saw the attack coming and was instantly bound by Suville's fire chain...
Just as Suville was cursing in his heart, he suddenly sensed something odd about the surrounding magical currents. Still wary, Suville instinctively rolled aside...
Then—a thunderous explosion...
With the fire chain binding him, Shuban became Suville's shield. In just ten seconds, he took the brunt of a hundred fireballs...
Even with a Dragonblood Orc's monstrous body, it only took a moment for him to be covered in wounds...
There was no helping it—this was Oracis's power. No matter how tough Shuban was, there was no way to withstand it head-on...
"Lucky you're here, ha..." Suville's mood instantly brightened. While he used Shuban to block the fireballs, he couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction.
As for Shuban's life or death, Suville didn't care at all...
Yes...
Suville could clearly feel his rune shield was on the verge of collapse. Once it failed, he'd have to face the flames with his bare body—and then, he probably wouldn't last a single second...
No, this can't go on...
I have to think of something!
Unless someone else blocks this fire pillar, I won't be able to escape in time. But right now, everyone's too busy fighting for their lives—even in the Black Tower, no one's got time to help me...
Wait...
What's that?
Panicking, unable to think of a way out, Suville suddenly spotted a familiar figure...
It was Leon's lackey—the equally damned Dragonblood Orc, Hubert.
Right now, Hubert was swinging Slaughter with all his might. The unique orc runes of the highlands made his skin gleam with a dark golden hue—truly imposing.
But Suville wasn't about to waste time worrying about that. The moment he saw Hubert, he smiled.
There was no one better suited for this than that brainless brute with monstrous strength...
With that thought, Suville made his move. Relying on his nearly shattered rune shield, he endured dozens of fireballs, burning through his mana to cast a Flame Blink and teleport behind Hubert. He unleashed a chain of fire from his hand—Hubert, busy fighting abyssal magic, never saw the attack coming and was instantly bound by Suville's fire chain...
Got him!
I'm just too damn clever...
With the fire chain binding him, Hubert became Suville's shield. In just ten seconds, he took the brunt of a hundred fireballs...
Even with a Dragonblood Orc's monstrous body, it only took a moment for him to be covered in wounds...
There was no helping it—this was Oracis's power. No matter how tough a Dragonblood Orc was, there was no way to withstand it head-on...
"Lucky you're here, ha..." Suville's mood instantly brightened. While he used Hubert to block the fireballs, he couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction.
As for Hubert's life or death, Suville didn't care at all...
Leon’s lackey—dead is dead. It’s not like Leon would dare kill me here, right?
A twisted hatred flashed in Suville's eyes. He hated Leon, and everyone close to him. In fact, if he could, he wouldn't mind dragging Reina down too...
If he couldn’t get at Leon, hurting his subordinates was just as good...
Just look at that brainless Dragonblood Orc—when the fireballs hit, the panic on his face... Suville found endless satisfaction just watching. He even imagined Hubert as Leon himself...
"Wait, what's that?" But just as Suville was savoring his triumph, a giant hand suddenly descended from the sky...
Suville's smile froze instantly...
The giant hand snatched Suville up...
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"Damn it!" Suville yelled, the fire chain he was controlling snapped instantly, and the Dragonblood Orc fell with a thud...
As for Suville himself...
And then he saw a familiar face...
"Leon... Leon!"
Suville's heart suddenly felt like it stopped. It was as if he'd fallen into an icy abyss, cold from head to toe...
"Suville, I warned you—there wouldn't be a next time..."
Leon’s voice was as cold as ice...
"No... no... Leon, you can't... you can't..." Realizing doom was upon him, Suville exploded with all his power, screaming and struggling for his life...
But none of it could stop that giant hand from grabbing him again...
Then—another thunderous crash...
Suville's body was smashed against the frost-covered rocks. For a moment, it felt like he'd been rammed by a Thunder Beast—every bone in his body seemed to crack...
But...
Suville quickly realized this was only the beginning...
After each impact, he was lifted up again—like an egg—and smashed against the rocks once more...
Bang...
Bang...
Bang...
Once, twice, three times...
The sound of flesh hitting stone was dull and monotonous—the only variety was Suville's occasional screams...
A dignified Title Archmage, smashed again and again against the rocks like an egg—Suville, for the first time, wished for death...
But at this point, dying wasn't something he could choose...
The egg-against-stone game continued...
After one minute, Suville was completely unrecognizable...
After two minutes, Suville made no sound at all...
After three minutes, Suville didn't even dare wish for death...
Cough, cough...
The egg-against-stone game lasted a full three minutes before Councilor Weiss finally spoke up...
"Um, Archmage Leon, maybe that's enough? Councilor Suville is, after all, a Title Archmage of the Black Tower..."
"I'll say it again—I already gave Councilor Suville his chance." Leon didn’t even glance at Councilor Weiss, and to emphasize his point, smashed Suville against the rocks once more. The heavy sound made Weiss’s scalp tingle...
Still, tingling scalp or not, Councilor Weiss knew he had to try to intervene...
"Archmage Leon, you’re magnanimous—can’t you let Councilor Suville go just this once? After all, you and the Black Tower are allies. If you kill Councilor Suville here, it’ll surely affect the friendship between the Black Tower and the Merlin family..."
"Are you done?" Leon frowned at Councilor Weiss after his long speech, as if Weiss were an annoying fly...
"Uh..." Weiss’s prepared words suddenly vanished, and his forced smile froze, looking utterly awkward.
"If you’re done, I’ll continue..."
...
After ten minutes of the egg-against-stone game, Suville finally lost his last breath...
Leon casually conjured a flame, burning Suville’s mangled corpse to ashes. Only then did he turn to look at Weiss...
His gaze held warning and displeasure...
Sigh... At this point, Weiss could only let out a long sigh.
In fact, Weiss knew well that Suville had gone too far this time. Repeatedly attacking an ally was tantamount to breaking their pact. Both emotionally and logically, the young Archmage had every right to kill him...
That was why, though Weiss tried to intervene, he never actually stepped in to stop it...