Chapter 937: Touching the Supernatural
Dubois Charles watched the entire process, rendered speechless. Butler's Time Reversal magic reached even further back than his own, and the scenes it revealed were far clearer—every expression on every face was laid bare, leaving no room for denial.
It was his own disciple Difo, scheming tirelessly to frame Leon...
This is a matter of true right and wrong.
This is the critical moment for the human alliance against the Blazeforge Orcs. Everyone must unite to resist them—even the Andalusia Kingdom and the Odin Kingdom are cooperating.
At such a time, Difo's plot lured the orc ancestral spirits to sabotage the alliance commanders—an act of extreme malice, nothing less than outright betrayal of humanity!
No matter what happens next, Difo faces severe punishment. If he’s lucky, he might be stripped of his magic and left to eke out a miserable existence. Execution wouldn’t be excessive.
Dubois Charles was left speechless. If Butler hadn’t arrived, he could’ve used his Sky Rank authority to twist the truth and force everyone to accept his version of events.
Even later on, he could’ve claimed that the Time Reversal only showed the moment his disciple was killed, feigning ignorance of the real story. Besides, if the person was already dead, who would challenge a Sky Rank mage for a corpse...
But with Butler here, they had to play by the rules. Difo died for nothing—helping the Blazeforge Orcs sabotage an ally, he got exactly what he deserved.
Dubois Charles's face darkened; now, no matter how much he resented it, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and endure.
He glanced at Leon, pale-faced and staring at him like he was already a corpse, and rage flared in Dubois's chest.
"Hmph. Damn ant. You got lucky this time—let's see how long your luck lasts..."
Dubois forced a sinister smile, eyes cold as he glared at Leon, spitting out a threat before leaving.
In the next instant, thunder surged—Dubois vanished, and Butler too was enveloped in blinding light and disappeared...
With the oppressive presence of the Sky Rank mages gone, everyone on the battlefield let out a collective sigh of relief.
From a distance, Heron approached, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
"Archmage Leon, are you... alright? Uh..."
Heron was at a loss for words. Dubois and his disciple had utterly disgraced the Black Tower—he honestly didn’t know what to say.
Leon’s face was ashen as he gently shook his head.
"I'm fine..."
Leon turned and walked over to his gravely wounded subordinates. He poured an Elixir of Life into Reina's mouth, opened a portal to the Natural Semi-Plane, and gently sent her inside.
Then he approached Hubert, whose body was charred black and mouth bloodied, looking utterly drained. Leon's heart was a tangle of emotions—mostly murderous rage.
Hubert, all muscle and no brain, was usually a lazy coward—if he could lie down, he'd never sit; if he could sit, he'd never stand. But just now, he'd charged into slaughter like a madman, taking on a Sky Rank mage head-on.
Leon couldn't deny he was moved...
"Master Merlin, if you don't heal me soon, I'm really going to die. Just let me chug ten bottles of Elixir of Life—my stash got smashed in the fight..."
Leon took out two bottles of Elixir of Life and poured them down the immobilized Hubert's throat, muttering to himself.
"Once you're better, I'll give you ten bottles to make up for it, alright?"
After two bottles of Elixir of Life, Hubert's constitution meant he was out of danger. Still, he grimaced in pain and managed to complain:
"Master Merlin, I lost twenty bottles of Elixir of Life in that fight, not ten..."
Leon couldn't articulate it precisely, but he knew now: supernatural power was intimately tied to the laws themselves!
The dry, academic explanations he'd read before now felt completely different in the wake of this firsthand experience.
Leon stood atop a mountain in the demi-plane, activating his Mana Array Armor, pondering the mysteries of supernatural power while unleashing waves of mana and runes.
A vast cloud of mana drifted like mist through the air, countless runes converging with it, shifting and transforming under the simulation of the Mana Array Armor.
Gradually, the mana and runes dwindled rapidly, and a presence began to emerge—one that seemed poised to surpass the power of a Title Magus.
But in an instant, the mana and runes exploded...
All the power vanished without a trace...
Leon’s face paled slightly; that failed attempt had drained ninety percent of his mana!
After a brief recovery, Leon pondered—using only his own power, he likely couldn't replicate supernatural force.
He considered his options, and runes began to swirl endlessly in his eyes. Mana surged wildly; the entire demi-plane trembled under the pressure.
Suddenly, wind and cloud surged; Leon drew upon the demi-plane’s power, gathering all his mana, runes, and Magus Runes.
All forces converged at a single point before Leon. The Mana Array Armor ran at full tilt, controlling and simulating with all its might.
Slowly, everything gathered at that point, the aura growing stronger and more terrifying—this power had already surpassed a Title Magus, racing toward the realm of the supernatural.
But just as he was about to touch the supernatural, all the power abruptly collapsed—what had gathered before him scattered in a breeze, vanishing without a trace.
Leon let out a muffled grunt, but his eyes shone—he was so close, just a little more and he could have simulated supernatural power!
If it didn’t work once, he’d try again. On his second attempt, Leon was even more careful, his control flawless, not a single mistake.
Yet again, just as he was about to succeed, he failed...
Once, twice, three times, four times...
But every attempt ended in failure. No matter how perfect his control, not once did he succeed.
A trace of disappointment flickered across Leon's face...
He racked his brain for solutions, but none could let him escape or fight back. The only option was mutual destruction—and even that, he might not be able to take the enemy down with him.
Leon closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and began to activate the Mana Array Armor.
Despite the unprecedented helplessness and defeat, he also gained something he'd never had before.
For the first time, he understood what supernatural power truly was—and for the first time, he had a clear sense of it.
He’d read countless classic tomes in the Desolate Library about the world of Northend, but none described the Sky Rank or supernatural power with such clarity.
Those descriptions might be apt and vivid for a Sky Rank powerhouse, but for anyone below that realm, they were just guidelines.
Every one of those texts added the same caveat: supernatural power can’t be described in words—the explanations exist only to keep mages from straying off course.
Leon hadn’t known what supernatural power truly was—now he did.
That direct, close-quarters clash—a pure encounter with supernatural power, even its oppressive touch—made his very soul tremble.
Now, that encounter had become a priceless treasure—one that words could never fully capture.
He still couldn’t express it accurately, but he knew: supernatural power was all about the laws.
Those dry textbook definitions—now, after experiencing it, he realized how different it truly was.
Leon stood at the peak of a mountain in the demi-plane, Mana Array Armor humming as he probed the mysteries of supernatural power, releasing mana and runes into the air.
A blanket of mana drifted like mist, countless runes mingling and shifting, transformed by the simulation within the Mana Array Armor.
Gradually, all the mana and runes dwindled, a growing aura emerging—one that seemed ready to surpass even a Title Magus.
But in an instant, everything exploded—mana and runes scattered...
All power vanished into nothingness...
Leon’s face turned pale; that single attempt had drained nearly all his mana!
After a brief recovery, Leon realized—relying solely on his own strength, he couldn’t simulate supernatural power.
He pondered, and runes began to swirl in his eyes, mana surging madly. The entire demi-plane shuddered under the strain.
In an instant, wind and cloud surged as Leon drew on the demi-plane’s power, gathering his mana, runes, and Magus Runes.
All the power converged at a single point before Leon. The Mana Array Armor ran at full throttle, controlling the simulation with all its might.
Slowly, everything gathered at that point, the aura intensifying—terror spread as the power surpassed a Title Magus, rushing toward the supernatural.
But just before reaching supernatural power, everything collapsed—the gathered force before Leon scattered like a breeze, vanishing.
A muffled groan escaped Leon’s lips, but his eyes gleamed—just a little more, and he might have simulated supernatural power!
One failure wasn’t enough to stop him. On the second try, Leon was even more cautious, his control flawless.
But again, just as he was about to succeed, he failed...
Once, twice, three times, four times...
But every time, he failed. No matter how perfect his control, not once did he succeed.
A hint of disappointment flickered across Leon’s face...