Relying on his innate sharpness and spiritual senses, the Beastkin priest immediately perceived the looming danger—a mortal threat powerful enough to end his life!
Without hesitation, he dropped two Hunters as cannon fodder and moved to activate the teleportation tool in his hands.
But how could Leilin give him that chance?
—[Dimensional Anchor!]
Flawless spell control allowed Leilin to shatter the teleportation glow in the Beastkin priest's hands in an instant.
Then, with a darkened face, the priest witnessed a scene so unbelievable that his massive beastly jaws gaped open, nearly dislocating on the spot.
Rainbow-colored light shot forth from Leilin's hands.
A 2nd-level spell—[Prismatic Spray!]
This fragile spell effect could barely make the two Hunters flinch before they charged forward without hesitation.
But Leilin's performance was far from over!
[Prismatic Spray!][Prismatic Spray!][Prismatic Spray!]…
Nine consecutive bursts of spell-light blazed from his hands, arcing like a rainbow's halo—and every single one was instantaneous!
Though low-level spells had limited effects, as long as the target wasn't completely immune, sheer numbers would inevitably force a qualitative breakthrough!
Sure enough, both Hunters were engulfed by the barrage of spell-light and plunged into dizziness and hallucinations.
[Flaming Sphere!][Flaming Sphere!][Flaming Sphere!]…
[Fireball!][Fireball!][Fireball!]
Numerous 2nd- and 3rd-level fire spells took shape in Leilin's hands, forming a scene like a sky full of blazing stars.
Though each was merely a low-level fire spell, this sheer volume stacked together resembled a legendary spell from the myths—[Meteor Swarm!]
Even the two Hunters, just now snapping free of their stunned state, sensed the overwhelming danger and hurled themselves backward.
"To die under this technique—it is an honor for you!"
Leilin smiled faintly. Under the牵引 of his Spiritual Power, the sea of flames rained down like meteors.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A chain of explosions thundered, and then the two Hunters were swallowed whole by a kaleidoscope of spells!
"Heh… Back in my previous life, the internet had the Church of the Five Fireballs—five fireballs to conquer the world! But now, we're talking way more than five Fireballs!"
Gazing at the dazzling inferno, Leilin still had the composure to let his mind wander.
Across from him, however, the Beastkin priest stared at the Hunters—reduced to nothing after the explosion—and his face had gone so ugly it could have dripped venom.
"So many spell slots? And all instantaneous? Are you an Archmage? No! Even a Legendary
The Beastkin priest looked completely unhinged, teetering on the verge of mental collapse.
Leilin regarded the reaction with a faint smile.
The spellcaster classes in this world suffered terribly. Though the
Moreover, the Weave's goddess even took a cut! Every time a wizard cast a spell, a portion of their Spiritual Power was siphoned off by
Because of this, some wizards could only cast a handful of low-level spells per day. Even an Archmage would lose all combat ability after casting just a few Legendary-tier spells!
But Leilin was different!
He had broken through all four lower layers of the Weave, granting him completely unrestricted casting of 0- to 3rd-level spells—no spell slots required!
This meant that as long as he had enough Spiritual Power, he could cast low-level spells infinitely—all instantaneous!!!
Furthermore, spell slots refreshed daily, so the total spells Leilin could unleash right now equaled every spell slot he possessed plus his full Spiritual Power!!!
This produced terrifying spellcasting capability, allowing him to outstrip ordinary wizards by several倍 in sheer low-level spell volume—enough to drown an opponent alive!!!
As long as the enemy wasn't completely spell-immune, he had absolutely nothing to fear!!!
Of course, this was his greatest trump card. If word ever got out, the consequences needed no explanation.
Therefore, anyone who witnessed this secret had to die!
Even when maintaining his public identity, Leilin had never dared use it freely.
And now, this Beastkin priest was already destined to perish here.
As Leilin drew closer, despair blazed in the Beastkin priest's eyes. Suddenly, his face twisted with realization: "I know! I know! You're an
A terrifying flood of spells returned—even if every one was a 0- to 3rd-level spell, it was more than enough to annihilate the enemy.
Watching the Beastkin priest dissolve in the torrent, Leilin's expression was one of mild curiosity.
"I didn't expect… a Beastkin priest in such a remote camp would actually know about the Arcanists! And… companions, you say…"
It seemed the priest had encountered another Arcanist before—even captured one.
But once the priest was dead, the entire camp would be his. Why would Leilin bother negotiating?
The mist barrier dissipated. Leilin surveyed the surroundings.
The entire camp was in chaos. Beastkin corpses and the bodies of his own men lay strewn in every direction, and the flowing blood had formed little streams.
Stimulated by the generous bounty, Leilin's subordinates had fought with absolute ferocity, locked in a desperate struggle with the Beastkin.
But on another front, even with near-Legendary strength, Tiphar had been forced onto the back foot by five high-ranking Beastkin, looking somewhat battered.
"Retreat!"
Upon seeing Leilin appear while the Beastkin priest had vanished without a trace, the high-ranking Beastkin chieftain's expression shifted. He waved his hand sharply.
As a rational leader, he understood what it meant when his side's spellcaster was eliminated, leaving a pure high-level enemy caster free to attack—the consequences would be catastrophic. Reluctant as he was, he gritted his teeth and issued the withdrawal order.
But how could Leilin give them the chance?
Though the previous spell flood couldn't be replicated, as a wizard nearing the high tier, he possessed the ability to turn the entire tide of battle.
—[Greater Entangle!]
—[Hold Person!]
—[Greater Daze!]
After a quick glance at the battlefield, Leilin flew to the airspace above Tiphar's fight. Several debuff spells descended, followed by a devastating barrage of offensive magic that fell like a downpour.
"Damn it—so many spell slots? What happened to the priest? He died without even wearing down the enemy's slots!"
The Beastkin chieftain roared, but even racking his brain he could never guess the truth. All he could do was rage and struggle against the attacks raining from above and all around.
With the high priest dead, the Beastkin's morale had already crumbled. Now Leilin pressed his advantage ruthlessly.
For the sake of his future plans, after capturing one Beastkin alive, Leilin unleashed a massacre.
—[Moonbow!]
A dazzling bolt of lightning shaped like an arrow streaked down from the sky, piercing clean through the Beastkin chieftain's chest.
Yet even under this devastating blow, the chieftain managed to stagger forward for several more steps before collapsing—revealing a formidable vitality.
With the spellcaster and the high-ranking Beastkin dead in succession, the entire Beastkin camp immediately lost all will to resist.
Howling Beastkin fled in droves, while others were cut down by Leilin's blood-maddened subordinates who chased them without mercy.
"Clear the camp! Maintain order! Prepare prisoners—I have a use for them!"
Leilin handed the single surviving high-ranking Beastkin prisoner to Tiphar to be bound securely, then paid no further attention and walked straight into the camp's inner sanctum.
Traces of blood still stained the ground, sticky underfoot. But since the battle had ended quickly, the main structures had sustained little damage.
CRASH! CRASH!
Under Leilin's direction, the statue and altar representing
"Even true deities have their limitations. For instance, they can only sense events within a certain radius of the altar. To manifest an avatar, they require the priest's cooperation here—offerings must be presented, or a Holy Tide must be triggered… But there is nothing here. A forced descent would severely deplete divine power. For a handful of high-ranking Beastkin? Hardly worth it."
Leilin supervised from outside, waiting until Malar's statue had been completely destroyed before stepping into the altar's vicinity.
"And once the altar is destroyed, they can no longer sense anything in the surrounding area…"
Only now was the altar truly safe. Leilin waved his hand, dismissing several nervous, trembling subordinates, and approached the altar himself.
"Though I don't possess Divinity, I can feel the divine power of the God of the Hunt…"
Leilin closed his eyes slightly, running his hand over the shattered green stone of the altar, sensing the divine power Malar had left behind.
An aura of slaughter, death, and the hunt swirled ceaselessly around him.
"It's only Minor Divine Power, but the accumulation is quite respectable…"
Leilin sighed, but a dark gleam in his eye continued to expand: "Devour!"
Threads of golden divine light surged from the ruins and were drawn into Leilin.
While mastering Divinity was unlikely, a small amount of divine power could certainly be digested. In the world of the gods, deities did bestow divine power upon believers to elevate their class levels.
But Leilin was fundamentally different! He was not Malar's follower, and Malar would never grant him divine grace. But if you won't give it to me—I'll take it myself! That was simply the kind of person Leilin was!
As the divine power entered his body, a terrifying and incomplete will slowly stirred within Leilin's consciousness, taking the form of a towering, incomplete simian monstrosity.