Chapter 1206
One demon head after another exploded, making the already unstable passage even more precarious. The black hole twisted slowly, then began to collapse at an accelerating rate. In just a few seconds, it would completely disintegrate.
Delrovana laughed madly, even lashing out to strike the collapsing passage, shattering the crimson-gold radiance spilling from it and cutting off Emperor Norlick's chance to escape.
In an instant, when a massive tentacle, thousands of meters long, struck the vortex that the passage had become—now on the verge of collapse—the crimson-gold radiance seized upon the tentacle like grabbing a rope. Using this tentacle as leverage, it burst out of the passage, as if a bridge of crimson-gold light shot forth from the shattered space.
A light bridge stretching thousands of meters appeared, and at its end stood Emperor Norlick. Meanwhile, Delrovana's tentacle was torn into the collapsing passage, nearly dragging Delrovana in as well.
Emperor Norlick's face was pale, his battered armor even more tattered, his body covered in blood. He looked like a lone warrior fighting to the last moment—full of power and tragic resolve.
Delrovana was shrouded in black smoke, with only her eyes burning with black flames piercing through the darkness.
The battle was fierce and fast-paced; every second determined the final outcome, and the advantage shifted constantly. But now, it was clear that even Emperor Norlick's wisdom could no longer keep him in the fight. Without new forces joining, the inevitable end would be Emperor Norlick's defeat...
Leon and his group stood at the edge of the world, faces pale. That black hole just now was a passage to the void—a place of utter darkness, without light, sound, air, or magic...
You couldn't even feel the passage of time there, only endless emptiness. Falling into that place would be far worse than death—an eternity of torment, perpetual wakefulness, loneliness, and darkness, never-ending...
That place is feared even by the cruelest demons, yet just now, a passage over a thousand meters wide was opened—and it lasted for more than ten seconds!
Even more terrifying, both of those monsters managed to escape after falling into the passage...
This is not power that any low-level Sky Rank could possess.
The battle between Emperor Norlick and Delrovana raged on, when Leon suddenly spoke.
"Are you all just going to stand here and watch?"
Leon’s calm voice made the dozen or so people nearby all look over. Among the beastfolk, one pale-faced orc was about to mock him, but after opening his mouth, for some reason, not a single word came out...
Morgan stared at that inhuman battle, legs trembling, his face full of disbelief as he looked at Leon, utterly shocked.
Damn it, has Archmage Leon lost his mind? The two fighting now are far beyond anything we can handle. When they're near that colossal god-demon body, their power is way above Sky Rank.
Even now, they’re much stronger than the strongest here—Crompton and Kros. We’re just a bunch of newbies who’ve barely broken into Sky Rank. How could we possibly intervene in a fight like this?
Don’t be ridiculous. Just look at those tentacles—hundreds of meters thick and thousands of meters long. Are those the tentacles of an Abyssal Demonbeast?
Roaming through the void of the endless Abyssal worlds, feeding on enormous creatures and sometimes even devouring newborn minor planes—if one of those things hits our shields with a tentacle, we wouldn’t survive a single blow. Just one hit, and we’d die a gruesome death...
And you want us to join the fight?
No one spoke. Crompton gripped his staff, the holy light surging around him, but he couldn’t decide, while Kros’s eyes were bloodshot, yet he too remained silent.
After all, the power of those two is just too overwhelming...
"Maybe Emperor Norlick will finish that monster off soon. She’s just strong, but she’s lost her mind..."
One of the beastfolk hesitated, offering this as an excuse—and nobody argued with it.
But Leon knew that, even if history’s course shifts a little, the overall outcome doesn’t change much—at least not unless the forces causing the change are strong enough. The ending is already set...
And in the historical record, the final outcome was Delrovana devouring all the magic of the Blazeforge Realm. Without outside intervention, Emperor Norlick was doomed to fail.
Sadly, there’s no way to explain this to the others.
Leon took a step forward, pulling out the Dragon Staff. In his left hand, he held the Death Tome; Anderson floated at his right, and the Spellbook of Ages hovered to his left.
Fierce magic surged from Leon’s body like a raging tide, rippling outward in waves. Droplets of liquid mana floated around him—magic so pure and powerful it liquefied, spilling out without restraint.
Emperor Norlick’s strength is immense, and his wisdom is unmatched. But now, the fate of the entire Blazeforge Realm is on the line. If Emperor Norlick fails, every living thing here will die.
And if that madwoman escapes, the fate of the Northend World is sealed. She won’t spare Northend World either.
Don’t kid yourself that she can’t find Northend World’s coordinates—she’s the Seventy-Third Deity, born in Northend World itself."
With those plain words, Leon flew toward Emperor Norlick.
This time, everyone’s expressions changed completely. No one thought Leon was exaggerating.
Because Delrovana herself had said as much—no one dared keep watching, because the stakes were too high.
If we lose this gamble, the price is the Blazeforge Realm and Northend World. No one doubts that madwoman can pull it off...
"Damn it—let’s kill that monster! Dead now or dead later, it’s all the same. I’d rather fight now, and if I lose, at least she’ll remember my name!"
Morgan stomped the ground, gritting his teeth, then summoned a Dark Magic Beast and flew out right behind Leon.
"The radiance of the Holy Light will never favor a mage who cowers before evil. All evil must be driven out and purified."
Crompton brandished his Holy Light staff and charged forward, Butler close behind. The other humans couldn’t hesitate any longer—they all flew out as well.
All seven Sky Rank humans joined the fray. Kros, eyes red with rage, sliced his own cheek and smeared his blood onto his massive golden sword.
"Orcs never surrender! Remember our old motto: the Blazeforge Realm is our home—are we supposed to let those contemptible humans save it?
Damn it, I’d rather die now than be branded a coward."
Kros, eyes still red, flew out; the other orcs followed his lead, slashing their own cheeks and smearing their blood onto their weapons before charging in.
This is the orc ritual for a fight to the death. When they fall, their weapons carry their souls back to the earth, and some of their strength is passed on, becoming a totem for future generations.
Fourteen Sky Rank warriors unleashed their full power and flew over. Emperor Norlick glanced back, a complicated and gratified look in his eyes.
Orcs never surrender—this was the faith Emperor Norlick instilled in all orcs when he unified the Blazeforge Realm.
"A bunch of wretched little bugs think they can shake the toes of a great god-demon? Bugs should stay on the ground, trembling in fear!"