Chapter 1115: Why Not Go?
Leon calmly finished his alchemical experiment, his expression unchanged. Morgan, meanwhile, was so anxious he seemed ready to burst into flames, but he didn’t dare interrupt Leon—he could only pace around in circles.
"Lord Morgan, is something wrong? Has some great crisis struck?"
Only after finishing a phase of his experiment did Leon, with a hint of puzzlement, finally ask Morgan. Judging by Morgan’s frantic, almost panicked demeanor—like his seat was on fire—something serious was definitely up.
Morgan rushed over to Leon, his face twisted in misery, ready to pour out his troubles.
"Oh, Archmage Leon, how can you still be calmly experimenting at a time like this? Something terrible has happened! The secret of the Beast God's Blood—who knows which fool leaked it—now Diras knows, and the Burning Tower knows too!"
Leon’s expression didn’t change at all. The Beast God's Blood was never much of a secret to begin with. Anyone watching the orcs closely could figure it out—just capture a few and interrogate them, and you’d get the answer.
Sooner or later, the Beast God's Blood was bound to draw the attention of the human factions. But knowing about it and actually making use of it were two very different things—no need to worry yet.
If it were really so easy to find the perfect way to use the Beast God's Blood, the best method wouldn't have only appeared after thousands of years...
Before that, there were countless imperfect—even outright failed—methods. The Desolate Archive kept strict records of their numbers, but only a handful of typical failures were ever noted in detail.
Leon remained unhurried, while Morgan grew increasingly agitated—he was practically jumping in frustration...
"Archmage Leon, you really aren't worried at all! Just now, that smug fool Diras was showing off in front of me like some frantic, preening, tailless bird."
He said he's working with the Burning Tower, and they've reached a critical point in their research. They've created an alchemical device—once it's finished, it can channel the power of the Beast God's Blood into mages.
From then on, as long as they have Beast God's Blood, the device can be used endlessly, with no need to worry about potion success rates anymore.
With enough Beast God's Blood, they could continuously help Ninth-Rank Title Archmages achieve their final transcendence. Soon, their Sky Rank mages would multiply.
If they stockpile enough Beast God's Blood, even after leaving the Blazeforge Battlefield, they can use that device to keep creating Sky Rank mages. If they find other divine blood, maybe they could do the same.
Then we're truly doomed. The Burning Tower and Shadow Tower will have more Sky Rank mages than the entire Odin Kingdom combined—who could possibly stand against them...?
Leon was a little surprised at first. Had the Burning Tower really found a solution so quickly?
But after hearing it all, Leon just smiled.
Heh heh...
After Morgan finished ranting, Leon just gave a noncommittal chuckle. What did he mean by that?
"Archmage Leon, do you think I'm lying to you? Diras wouldn’t have come to show off unless he had solid news."
That damned fool even talked a bunch of trash about you behind your back, and tried to recruit me. Damn it, that’s an insult! If I hadn’t held back, I would’ve finished him off right then.
Archmage Leon, rest assured—I’d never betray you, no matter what. We’re the closest allies, even if we’re not in the same kingdom. What does that matter?
As mages, why should we let kingdoms tie us down...?
Morgan, anxious and flustered, ended up blurting out some flattery, making it clear he’d firmly rejected Diras.
As a member of the Henry Family, Morgan had learned the concepts of investment and payoff from a young age. The Henrys started as merchants—they valued profit above all, but they knew that whether investing in money or relationships, you never quit halfway. Those who try to play both sides always end up drowning...
Morgan was anxious and angry, but seeing Leon so calm only made him more frustrated.
"Archmage Leon, say something, will you? Aren’t you worried at all? If that treacherous Diras gets power, he’ll definitely do something reckless."
Leon just shrugged indifferently and picked up a flask from the alchemy table.
Say something? There’s nothing worth saying. They’re doomed sooner or later—and it’s going to happen fast. There’s really nothing to worry about.
Leon wore a cold smile at the corner of his mouth—he was completely unconcerned.
Because using an alchemical device to process the Beast God's Blood—no matter what kind—is always a failure!
Back when the orcs were frantically gathering Beast God's Blood, human mages who couldn’t advance in power spent their days desperately searching for ways to progress. Alchemy was naturally the best option.
With the emergence of Beast God's Blood, people started researching it. At first, they tried making potions with it, but the experiments consumed too much. Every failure cost a drop of Beast God's Blood, even as they gained experience.
Given how precious Beast God's Blood was, it could never be consumed in large quantities. The potion research was quickly abandoned.
Then came a series of other methods—alchemical arrays, alchemical devices, and so on.
Of these new research directions, the development of alchemical devices progressed the fastest. Soon, alchemists had created usable devices.
At first, they used alchemical devices to infuse whole drops of Beast God's Blood into mages, hoping that the immense power would trigger their transcendence.
Unfortunately, it failed. When the research peaked, some crazed alchemists even built devices that could separate the rule fragments from the Beast God's Blood and fuse them into mages.
But in the end, that method failed too—the odds of success were outrageously low. According to the records, in hundreds of years, only one mage got lucky, and that was because he wasn’t fully human—he seemed to have orc blood in him.
After countless failures and sacrifices, the most perfect method was finally discovered—the very alchemical potion that had been abandoned at the start.
Only by making alchemical potions could humans truly accept the process.
So when Leon heard that the Burning Tower had built an alchemical device, he didn’t need to hear any more—whatever the device or method, it would end in failure.
All that’s left now is to wait for them to meet their downfall.
Leon continued studying the Beast God’s Blood. Seeing Leon so confident, Morgan’s restless heart finally calmed down a bit.
Another dozen days passed. Leon had accumulated 200 false Sky Rank magic beast cores, counting those hunted by his subordinates, Morgan, and Raphael.
Altogether, he traded for two more drops of Beast God’s Blood. Leon refined them into Golden Temptation potions, tossed the potions aside, and continued researching the remaining blood.
When refining Beast God’s Blood into Golden Temptation potions, the blood dispersed and permeated the entire natural demi-plane.
Most of the impurities, aside from the purest power, are absorbed first by the natural demi-plane. The largest mass of pure energy, ironically, is absorbed the slowest.
After purification by the demi-plane, the blood mist has to be gathered again to obtain the final, pure power.
This method isn’t recorded anywhere in the future. Any alchemist researching Beast God’s Blood—if they had access to a natural demi-plane, they wouldn’t need to study the blood at all. So there’s no record of this pure power.
Just then, Morgan burst in, anxious as ever.
"Archmage Leon, something terrible’s happened—again!"
Leon frowned and set down the glass flask in his hand.
"Lord Morgan, you’re a Sky Rank mage now. Can’t you show a little dignity? Is the world ending or something?"
Morgan, looking miserable, picked up two invitations.
"I just received invitations from the Burning Tower. They’re inviting us to their temporary camp to witness the ceremony—they’ve finished researching the alchemical device, and they have Beast God’s Blood. They’re ready to help a Ninth-Rank Title Archmage complete the final transcendence."
Now they’re asking us to witness the birth of a Sky Rank mage…
If you ask me, they’re inviting us just to watch us squirm. I even found a message stone outside—just activate it with Nethervin, and it’s another invitation.
The Burning Tower has announced it to everyone—any mage on the Blazeforge Battlefield can easily find an invitation. Now the whole world knows.
This is bad—they told everyone first, and now they’re having everyone witness it. Once their people use that device to ascend, everyone’s going to flock to the Burning Tower and Shadow Tower.
Even if we say you can make a transcendence potion, it won’t matter.
After all, they never saw me take the potion and ascend. This time, they’ll see it with their own eyes, and they’ll definitely side with that treacherous Diras.
Leon glanced at the invitation, a mysterious smile on his lips.
The invitation was polite enough—inviting them to witness a Sky Rank mage’s birth—but it was dripping with arrogance.
That was all it said, plus a note that they’d mastered a way for mages to quickly complete the final step of transcendence.
Anyone who got an invitation could draw their own conclusions.
Anyone who hears the news will drop everything and rush to the Burning Tower’s camp.
"Archmage Leon, are we really going?"
Morgan asked worriedly. Leon just smiled.
"Of course we’re going. Why not? I’ve hit a bottleneck in my research anyway—let’s go see the show. Maybe watching some people fail will give me new ideas."