Chapter 975: Plunder
This demi-plane lacks even the most basic stability of earth, fire, water, and wind. Inside, there exists only pure wind element, those razor-sharp winds gathering into countless blades, slicing the space within this plane into shattered fragments.
Space breaks apart again and again, only to be restored by some unknown force, its shape constantly shifting—this demi-plane is on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this, Leon instantly understood the situation. No wonder the gateway to this demi-plane was fixed in an open state.
This is a demi-plane left behind by a Sky Rank master who once wielded the laws of wind. Judging by its evolution, this master controlled nothing but pure wind laws—no other elements developed here, only endless wind blades. Each blade here is far deadlier than a standard Riftblade.
It’s certain that when this Sky Rank master was alive, a single wind blade could easily slice through space with a casual flick.
But for that very reason, this demi-plane can no longer withstand such forces—it’s teetering on the edge of destruction.
The alchemical array here links this demi-plane to the Furyflame Plane, temporarily anchoring it there to slow its collapse. By channeling the power of the Furyflame Plane, it gradually suppresses the violent energies within.
Once the gateway closes, the coordinates of this demi-plane will instantly shift—no one will ever find it again. Its only fate is to collapse and vanish into oblivion.
Thinking of Dubois Charles, a wry smile crept onto Leon’s lips. Clearly, Dubois had already discovered this place, and was paranoid about keeping it hidden. There were three alchemical arrays just for masking traces and concealing auras—not to mention the short-range teleportation portal.
Recalling the laws Dubois Charles had mastered, Leon knew for certain that Dubois had his sights set on this place.
Many believe that the thunder branch of wind laws is the fiercest, its attacks the most brutal, while the common wind blade is the weakest.
But Leon understood that the most fundamental wind blade is actually the strongest. When one truly grasps the rules embodied by the wind blade, it can slice through space, even sever time itself for a moment. There have been instances in the future where a single wind blade destroyed an entire plane.
This demi-plane is on the brink of collapse, its source power erupting in full. Every wind blade here is a manifestation of its origin—a rare opportunity indeed.
Anyone who has established their rules upon the laws of wind could absorb the origin of this demi-plane, fusing it into their own. It’s almost like inheriting the original master’s insights—the demi-plane would endlessly evolve the rules of this wind blade demi-plane.
If Dubois Charles wanted to master the wind blade laws here, it would be effortless. He could start at the threshold and comprehend them dozens or even hundreds of times faster than by his own effort.
By absorbing some of this demi-plane’s origin, Dubois could strengthen his own demi-plane, making it more complete. At least until Sky Rank Level Three, he wouldn’t have to worry about its development.
Still, Leon calculated that if he intervened, Dubois would only get a fraction of the benefit. Yet even that small portion would solidify his foundation and allow him to advance smoothly to Sky Rank Level Two—no suspense at all.
Standing before the gateway, feeling the violent aura pouring out, Leon let out a cold laugh.
He opened the Book of Death, uttered a strange note, and instantly, a rune shot out from the book, plunging into the storm-ridden wind blade demi-plane.
Immediately, the violent aura within the demi-plane began to subside, though at an agonizingly slow pace. It would take quite some time before anyone could safely enter.
Seeing this, Leon nodded, then uttered three more notes. Three more runes shot from the Book of Death, vanishing into the wind blade demi-plane.
Once all this was done, Leon gave a cold laugh and restored the alchemical array to its original state, leaving no trace of change.
This was practically helping Dubois Charles—slowing the calming of the demi-plane, and even using a rune from the Book of Death specifically to stabilize the gateway.
By reinforcing the gateway, Leon strengthened the link between the wind blade demi-plane and the Furyflame Plane. The calming process would accelerate, and no one would notice anything amiss; after all, such demi-planes defy easy classification.
When Dubois Charles barges in, thrilled to plunder the origin power, he’ll be greeted by an even greater surprise...
Leon sneered, turned, and left the room. Aside from the wealth inside, he pretended not to notice the teleportation portal and the gateway.
In a single day, Leon unearthed every secret the fortress had to hide. Every mage who tried to conceal themselves here was killed without exception. Those who attempted a counterattack from outside the Windstorm Fortress were also ruthlessly annihilated by Leon.
Now, the only ones left in the fortress were orc slaves and a legion of alchemical golems patrolling and guarding the halls. All the plundered wealth had been carted away.
A horde of alchemical golems began setting up defenses across Windstorm Fortress. The main fortifications weren’t placed around the walls, but concentrated near the center—especially atop a thirty-meter-tall central building, where three magic crystal cannons, controlled by golems, were installed...
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These three magic crystal cannons aren’t cheap knockoffs—they were dismantled from the Invincible, only recently fitted with alchemical golems capable of operating them.
Within a single day, orc slaves hauled the fortress’s vast wealth to the central plaza: refined magical metals, processed medicinal herbs, crates of magic crystals—all piled high.
Meanwhile, at the Gray Orc Fortress, Dubois Charles was still relentlessly attacking. Rivers of thunder crashed down again and again, battering the massive barrier outside the fortress.
The barrier rippled under the thunder’s onslaught, its runes beginning to shift—a sign that its stability was failing and its energy supply dwindling. At this rate, the barrier would be breached within a day.
Dubois Charles had attacked for a full day without breaking the barrier, and was surprised not to see Leon appear. He grew suspicious, but convinced himself that Leon would show up once the Gray Orc Fortress fell, so he kept up the assault.
Suddenly, Dubois Charles stopped and turned, gazing into the distance. A mage in tattered robes, stained with blood, staggered through the air toward him.
Seeing who it was, Dubois Charles’s face darkened, murderous intent boiling over.
“What happened?”
Dubois Charles conjured a mage’s hand, over ten meters wide, to catch the wounded mage and tossed him a vial of life potion—a creation only possible for true creators.
The newcomer’s face was as pale as a corpse, his magical aura flickering unstably. Only after drinking the life potion did he look a bit better.
“Lord Dubois Charles, it’s terrible—the Windstorm Fortress has been breached!”
The mage looked utterly pale, like a child seeking comfort from a parent, nearly bursting into tears.
“What! Damn it, did the orc Sky Rank master make a move? In just one day? Did they send out their elite legions? Those damned fools—all of them deserve to die!”
Dubois Charles erupted in rage, lightning flashing in his eyes.
“No... Lord Dubois Charles, it was that Leon Merlin—he did it alone...”
Terror filled the mage’s eyes as he delivered news that nearly made Dubois Charles spit blood.
Dubois Charles’s eyes widened, hissing as he sucked in air. Shock and fury nearly suffocated him, his magic surging out of control, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“Leon Merlin!”
Dubois Charles roared, and without another thought, opened a spatial gate.
A two-meter-tall portal of light slowly materialized before Dubois Charles. Once the gate was complete, he strode through, gritting his teeth, leaving the wounded mage behind without a second thought.
The exclusive power of Sky Rank mages: the Spatial Gate. As long as it’s within the same plane, and not too far or heavily disrupted, knowing the coordinates means you can open a gate and teleport directly there.
In theory, as long as you’re on the same plane, a Spatial Gate has no distance limit—you could teleport from the eastern edge of the Norse End World to the far west in an instant.
But that’s just theory. The interference between two points increases with distance, and if there’s an elemental upheaval or a battle between two Sky Ranks in the middle, the disruption is even greater.
There are plenty of restrictions: in a fortress with tight defenses and heavy interference, it’s impossible to open a Spatial Gate inside. Plus, for a Sky Rank Level One like Dubois Charles, opening a gate even once a day is the limit. Without urgent need, low-level Sky Rank mages rarely use it—the cost is just too high...
Back in the Furyflame Plane, Dubois Charles never used the Spatial Gate, since unexpected events could happen at any time. It’s reserved for moments like this.
Now, without hesitation, he abandoned the attack on the Gray Orc Fortress—because there was something far more valuable waiting for him.
Dubois Charles stepped through the Spatial Gate, and seconds later, a silver light flickered high above Windstorm Fortress.
The light quickly formed a two-meter-tall portal, and Dubois Charles, face dark as thunder, emerged from within.
Gazing at the calm Windstorm Fortress, Dubois Charles let out a faint sigh of relief.
At least it hasn’t been destroyed...