Chapter 240
Chapter 240
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 240
Chapter Title: Abyss, Leyzon
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His appearance sent murmurs rippling through the ranks of the Holy Order.
The name Abyss had become a major topic lately.
Starting with necromancers rampaging through the underworld while invoking Abyss.
They'd gained even more notoriety amid the empire's worsening public safety.
The black curtain of the world.
Abyss being spoken of in such terms was nothing new.
Thus, the Holy Knights tensed up rigidly.
What if Abyss had joined forces with the Transcendent Order?
No one present could stand against the evil dragon looming overhead.
That meant total annihilation.
Even Heresy Inquisitor Chief Eran Imir felt the same.
He had led the knights here today.
Their annihilation would be his responsibility.
He knew this full well, yet his mouth wouldn't open.
It was the pressure emanating from Leyzon.
The heavy pressure crushing his entire body even now.
It made even twitching his lips a struggle.
Leyzon swept his gaze across the Holy Knights before slowly shifting it.
Soon, his eyes locked onto Imir.
Imir's face drained pale by degrees.
What kind of man emits such overwhelming pressure?
He barely suppressed the dizziness threatening to make him faint.
"It seems there's some misunderstanding."
The Holy Knights murmured.
Utterly on edge, they reacted to Leyzon's every word.
"I'm not here to antagonize you all. Precisely as I said before—to strike first."
Leyzon said this while gesturing behind him.
There stood the Transcendent Order's new nest.
They hadn't noticed this side yet.
But they surely would soon and move to respond.
"I'm on bad terms with the evil transcendents. Which means the Holy Order and I share a common foe."
Leyzon smiled faintly.
His rugged features twisting into a grin made the Holy Knights flinch back.
Even these holy knights, sworn foes of evil, found his grim visage deeply unsettling.
It was a reaction he was used to by now.
"So."
Leyzon drew the Staff of Abundance.
Before long, he began activating spells one after another.
"I'll wrap this up first."
"W-what...?"
Imir finally pried his lips apart to ask Leyzon.
But Leyzon offered no reply—instead pressing on with his spells.
Attribute Fusion triggered endlessly.
His magic swelled to an increasingly ominous scale.
The Holy Knights could only stare blankly at the sight.
Immense mana raged beyond any approach.
Before long, the surrounding air currents warped strangely.
The condensed mass of energy had altered the very flow of the atmosphere.
Wind whipped up.
The Holy Knights staggered in the gale born of gathered energy.
Imir stood dazed.
A lone necromancer birthing a black sun.
It transcended the realm of ordinary magic by far.
Beneath the black sun.
A halo materialized above Leyzon's head.
A purple halo etched with the black sun.
The instant it fully radiated its light.
The black sun belched purple flames.
A colossal tree erupted from the ground.
The tree morphed into a cannon barrel, devouring the black sun.
Then, the Staff of Abundance tapped lightly atop the barrel.
Target: the Transcendent Order's new nest.
Just like that day he'd obliterated their lair with satisfying flair.
This time, he'd do the same.
Wind surged inside the barrel, hurling the black sun skyward with a thunderous boom.
The black sun, wreathed in purple flames, rocketed upward.
The Holy Knights could only gape upward in stunned silence.
As the black sun descended over the Transcendent Order.
Leyzon aimed the Staff of Abundance at the sky.
Flames erupted across the black sun.
Leyzon's lips curled into a wide grin.
Fusion Magic
⟨ Abyss ⟩
The black sun cracked open, unleashing its pent-up energy in a cataclysmic blast.
The light seared everyone's vision, Holy Knights included.
The explosion devoured even sound itself, obliterating everything in its path.
In the wake, an enormous crater scarred the Sopple Great Plains—one never seen before.
Dust clouds towering to the heavens billowed outward on the wind.
Not a trace remained of the Transcendent Order.
For them, it was a bolt from the clear blue sky.
They'd vanished from the map without ever grasping what hit them.
All who beheld the spectacle stood speechless.
Some clutched their ears and eyes in pain.
An explosion of that magnitude had wounded eardrums and retinas.
Even at this distance, the devastation was unreal.
Being struck head-on? Unthinkable.
The culprit leisurely soared through the skies.
The necromancer's apex: Abyss.
This day marked when his legend spread via the Holy Order.
Abyss annihilates the Transcendent Order.
The Holy Order announced it to the world themselves.
Through Heresy Inquisitor Chief Imir, they'd glimpsed his might.
They also consulted the dispatched Holy Knights.
The bishops arrived at a unanimous verdict.
Abyss had deliberately appeared before the Holy Order to showcase his magic, intent clear.
No point provoking whatever agenda he had.
Abyss had declared open hostility toward the evil transcendents.
From the Holy Order's view, making an enemy of him profited nothing.
They decided to play ball with Abyss's tune.
To him, their reply: the Holy Order wished amicable ties.
Thus, Abyss's name resounded anew across the empire.
He'd lingered as a shadowy black curtain, name-dropped now and then.
Countless commoners had never even heard it.
But the Holy Order's bulletin drew eyes to Abyss.
Long-veiled details on him surfaced.
The world's black curtain and archfiend.
Necromancy's unrivaled peak.
From prior whispers to wildly inflated tales tying him to every major event—info flooded out everywhere.
This hooked even total newcomers.
A enigmatic puppeteer silently steering the world from the shadows.
It ignited rampant curiosity.
Rumors swell with every retelling.
Abyss's renown exploded through the populace.
Unsurprisingly, it heaped pressure on rival noble factions.
Word was, he'd allied with the eastern nobles just recently.
His rising star naturally boosted theirs.
The eastern nobles wasted no time.
They rode Abyss's coattails into aggressive politicking.
Facing the eastern faction's onslaught, others faltered.
The easterners surged from perennial losers to terrifying contenders.
No force to ignore.
A mere necromancer upending noble power blocs.
The factions reeled—but didn't sit idle.
They had no desire for the long-downtrodden eastern faction to climb.
Thus, noble power struggles hit a new phase.
Meanwhile, the man himself roved hero-grade dungeons.
Hanok got dragged straight to a hero-grade dungeon upon his return.
Even Leyzon needed time to clear them.
So he, Hanok, and the undead farmed hero-grade dungeons nonstop.
At last.
"Leyzon-nim, I've hit Corruption level 19 too!"
"Leveled up safely, good."
Pauli and Estelle reached Corruption level 19.
Thus, all four undead attained golden hero-grade at Corruption level 19.
"Great job, everyone."
It made the relentless dungeon grind worthwhile.
Still a ways from level 20, but an insane milestone.
And it wasn't just them who'd grown.
Leyzon had renewed his Pioneer ID.
As a result, his status now shone freshly inscribed there.
'Leveled up.'
Corruption level 19.
Leyzon's accumulated experience had finally broken through to 19.
The fruit of tireless dungeon runs.
'Keep hammering hero-grade dungeons, and level 20's within reach.'
Nor was his growth limited to levels.
Continuous evolution was key too.
Plus, primal magic mastery progressed steadily.
Now he wielded intermediate poison spells sans skills.
Not a game-changer in fights, but proficiency soared.
Strength stacking methodically.
Leyzon felt it solidly.
"Ugh, I'll catch up and level soon too."
Syria gnashed her teeth, frustration plain.
She chafed at matching the other undead's levels.
"Gotta become Leyzon-nim's strength!"
Yet her core drive remained aiding him.
He decided to humor her adorably.
"Everyone, let's push harder. Plenty of hero-grade dungeons left."
"Got it!"
Iden replied with gusto.
The noble factions' power play edged toward climax.
A clash of arms loomed soon, like it or not.
Calm before the storm.
Spot on.
Thus, maximize efforts amid the lull.
"Syria, you keeping up with the blood?"
"Yep, stage 4 evolution's right around the corner."
Syria teetered on the brink of stage 4 evolution.
She too advanced diligently without slacking.
"Leyzon-nim, letter! Letter!"
Then Hanok, sprawled eagle-flat on the ground, perked his ears.
He'd caught the rustle of a letter in the bag.
Leyzon opened the bag and scanned the telegram's contents.
His eyes sharpened.
It was from flame-haired Raklodun.
Leyzon turned to Estelle.
"Estelle, time to round up the poison spiders and refugees."
Finally, the moment to unravel talent limit secrets had arrived.