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Daramore

## [source]

Thankfully, the current expedition was meticulously planned. Richard had his Archeron aura that could fool anyone into thinking he was a demon, but the addition of Daramore’s was a blessing that gave him full confidence. Seeing the two archlords getting entangled, he sighed in relief and summoned all of his subordinates to his side. The field of order immediately allowed them to feel more secure.

“What blood are you of?” a powerful conscient swept through the area, voice ringing in the minds of everyone present. It wasn’t one of human origin, but everyone understood its meaning clearly as it pierced into their minds. This most certainly had come from a very powerful demon lord, superior to even Bermond and possibly even at the high standard of level 35. Nasia and Zealor were the only legends under its sway that didn’t lose their mobility, while the saints fell prone to the ground.

“The abyssal dragons,” Richard’s own conscient swept across the battlefield, driving out that piercing voice as he responded calmly. His aura changed to match Daramore’s convincingly, black fog starting to billow around him.

An enormous figure appeared in the distance, standing up to reveal a thousand metres of height. The clouds parted around him as he picked up his hammer whose head alone was ten metres across, the giant weapon seeming like a toothpick in his hands. The lord swung his hammer with enough force to smack all of the lesser devil lords nearby into oblivion, then glaring at Richard with his dozens of eyes.

As those around him felt like they had been laid bare, Richard knitted his brows and shot out a faint light that blurred the space around. Taking control of the surrounding laws in an instant, he broke off the demon lord’s gaze. He then stared coldly at the abyssal, “You have know business knowing why I’m here. Are you running out of devils to fight or something?”

The demon let out a deafening laugh, “I met Daramore only three millennia ago. I would never have imagined anyone from his tribe to reach the level of an archlord. Your company is interesting, are they snacks you carry around?”

Richard didn’t respond to the question, instead growling loudly, “You’re looking for trouble. Continue to provoke me, and I’ll tear you in two!”

The demon lord immediately erupted with rage, forcing his conscient through the distorted space to try and suppress Richard. Richard’s growl turned into a roar as three tetrahedrons flashed around him, a bloody streak shooting into the sky. He had activated the power of Dizmason with all 36 layers of Lifesbane, resulting in a spiritual strike that instantly cut the demon’s will in two. The lord roared in agony, withdrawing its conscient right away.

Before there could be any retaliation or acknowledgement, the two belligerents were suddenly interrupted by a majestic portal in the distance, countless devils surging out from within. A powerful aura quickly engulfed everything nearby; a devil archlord had appeared! Seeing its nemesis, the demon lord lost all interest in Richard and charged into the devil army and started fighting.
Balibali

## [source]

He was a barbarian youth, neither tall nor sturdy compared to the other barbarians Richard had seen along the way. However, every muscle of his body seemed to be dense as steel, his physique looking so hardened it almost seemed inorganic. The youth was dark-skinned unlike the more yellowish-brown of most barbarians.

level 18 warrior. Compared to the heavy greatswords normally preferred by the barbarians, his weapon was long and narrow. It seemed like his style prioritised technique and speed. Wrath of the Ocean, an ability he had been enlightened on after withstanding the impact of cliff waves day and night. His aura came in powerful waves that increased his speed, strength, and defence. Without this ability, he was a much weaker warrior.

* Skymist Tribe
Annihilation Plane

It is a world in the depths of the myriad planes, a place where destruction rules supreme. Few creatures can survive it, but those who do gain such frightening power that even an ordinary inhabitant can weather spacetime turbulence without issue. The arch-enemy of the Goddess of the Moon comes from that plane, wherein it goes by the name of the Sixteenth Night. This also makes the Annihilation Plane the entire race’s nemesis. 6;99

To a certain extent, the Annihilation Plane was equivalent to the abyss or hell. A demon god of the Annihilation Plane would be an extremely difficult enemy. It was a unique place of pure, unadulterated energy, and the demon gods that ruled over it were the very embodiment of laws. These demon gods had strength comparable to demon or devil lords from the abyss and hell respectively, but their natural affinities also bound them to their plane. They could only push their will into the greater void, using vessels to conquer other planes. 6;104
Legion of Nightmares

The Legion of Nightmares had gathered in the void outside Norland, eagerly awaiting its next exploit. The previous activation of the lighthouse had been cut off by a powerful being, stopping their invasion at only a few groups, but this time would be different. The lighthouse had lit up brighter this time than the last, and they were almost done assembling.

However, the flickering lighthouse suddenly winked out once more, disappearing from view.
Sorcerer

**Sorcerer** is a class that most who fall into this category are born in. Unlike most other spellcasters, particularly the mages they are often compared with, sorcerers had innate magical ability and were noted for their lack of study in obtaining such power.

The archetypical sorcerer was, of course, the dragon sorcerer. Granted magical power by some innate connection to dragons, either through blood ties or magical infusion.
Outlands

The Outlands was a collective term for **a section of the void** that contained an **unknown number of planes**. It was **a region of the Darkness** where **chaos** was dominant, with even the Eternal Dragon not possessing power. There was no stability to the place and the worlds were floating around, **powerful races** that swept through several planes capable of dying out in mere months. The environment was **worse than even the abyss and hell**, extremely unpredictable and unstable. New planes were born regularly, existing planes distorted, and many were destroyed by spatial rifts that could consume everything.

When the Outlands were first discovered, the expedition sent to explore it came back with most people dead. It quickly turned into a place where Norland’s mages sealed those creatures too powerful to kill, and eventually also a land where those rejected by Norland were exiled. It took centuries for the legendary mages of Norland to begin understanding the laws of those planes, carving out a small region of relative control.

However, the power of chaos was still unbearable and **stood directly opposite the Eternal Dragon**, Most blessings were diminished or even rendered ineffective, greatly weakening the powerhouses of Norland who were used to the power boosts.

## distance

This announcement caused a minor uproar. Everyone who knew about the Outlands understood that one couldn’t just take portals in and out; travel between the two places required dozens of stops on transitional planes, with some of the locations being quite dangerous. Even legendary beings sometimes took years to make the trip, only able to hope for no serious injuries, but now Apeiron was returning in just over an hour.
Liferoot Tribe

The **Liferoot Tribe** was slightly smaller than the Panther tribe, possessing only a single grand druid and little more than a hundred adult warriors. Richard didn’t even have to do anything himself, having his treants deal with the entire issue.

The World Tree was no longer stupid enough to occupy this tree, but it showed a ruthless side of itself that left Richard astonished. This tree of life was the same as the other, stubbornly refusing to switch sides, and it had actually allowed the World Tree to wipe its consciousness and thus kill it. Before he could even do anything, the tree was starting to sag.

Once the tree of life withered away, the resistance from the Liferoot Tribe died down as well. They stood there in a daze, completely unaware of their fate as their biggest support left them. All of the warriors were quickly ripped apart, and they couldn’t even get close to Richard who had two dozen treants protecting him. In the end, 300 survivors chose to submit.

The few hundred elves was a surprising harvest, all thanks to the branch from the Golden World Tree. Richard had actually brought the branch along to make movement easier. It could suppress the suppression from the will of the forest so he didn’t need to, and it also strengthened his nature spells as well.

After destroying the Liferoot Tribe, Richard gave up on his plans of getting other trees. The internals of the Liferoot tree had withered away, leaving it near useless to him. The elves alone wouldn’t be worth the effort, and it was almost guaranteed that they would have started migrating already anyway, a dead tree and some stragglers wouldn’t be worth the time and effort.
Kelly

## [source]

By the time Richard finally received his long-awaited challenge letter, he had almost run through all of the offerings. This time, he read through the name of the challenger a full three times and spent an entire hour preparing before he left for the battle. This was the first time he had prepared so seriously since coming to Emerald Lake.

The challenge letter itself was much simpler than the previous few, with only a name on it surrounded by the stamp of the imperial family: Kelly.

There wasn’t a need for more information either. Kelly was a level 23 knight with a powerful moon-eating tide bloodline, the captain of the royal guard, one of Empress Gelan’s four children… no matter which title one looked at, she was definitely worthy of Richard’s attention. This was likely the strongest enemy he had ever faced in his life.

In only a few days, the collapsed half of the arena had been repaired to look the exact same as before, even up to the vines covering the walls. Richard walked in with leisure as usual, the door closing behind him and separating him from the outside world.

The night was quiet, time passing soundlessly. However, there was a suffocating sense of weight to the atmosphere around the duelling ring, compelling anyone nearby to leave quickly.

It was almost dawn when the door to the arena opened once again, but this time it was the mages responsible for maintaining the arena. They ran out at full speed, blinking away continuously as if there was an ancient beast chasing them. A wave of blue light followed them out, quickly disintegrating the entire ring and enveloping it in surging blue flames.

Richard slowly walked out of the fire, but at the exit he suddenly shook and almost fell to the ground. He stumbled forward a few steps before stabilising, resuming his walk towards the Forest Nymph. This time, it took him threefold the normal time of half an hour to return.

6th challenger
Baruch Kingdom

The Baruch Kingdom was much more powerful than the Sequoia Kingdom, with a total of seven duchies with expansive lands nearing the power of a true empire. If not for their focus on expanding into the southern seas, they would long since have advanced north and swallowed up all the duchies with their powerful armoured cavalry.

There was one more important thing. The shrine to Wargod Lutheris was headquartered in the Baruch Kingdom as well.

And Lutheris was one of the unaffected gods.

## Members

The Baruch Kingdom was a theocracy, with the king being both the secular leader and the representative of the Wargod.

* King Anwod Baruch
* Zangru
Beastsoul necklace

However, just as he was about to return, he suddenly remembered the beastsoul necklace he had bought from Pipin. Mountainsea had already told him it was made from the claw of an ancient beast, but although it was a powerful weapon it would drain three to four years of his life for a single blow. Even the barbarians had to use this thing with caution. He couldn’t really sell it either; his loss of three or four years was after the nourishment of the hydra egg; an ordinary powerhouse who needed such a thing would lose at least ten years.

approached the level of a greater sacrifice

richard recieved Klandor’s Carnage by offering it to the Dragon of Eternity and Time

## References

1. ↑ Book 4 Chapter 105
2. ↑ Book 4 Chapter 106
Baynard

The white-haired old mage wasn’t particularly tall, his own staff longer than his body, but his richly-decorated cloak was currently active and the symbols flashing on it gave him an aura of majesty. With all of his other enchanted equipment, he looked like a perfect representation of the average legendary mage.

This mage had appeared here to fight Richard, or at least suppress him so he couldn’t do anything on the battlefield. News of the advancement to the legendary realm had already spread throughout Norland, and although runemasters didn’t grow much more powerful when entering the legendary realm, they still ended up stronger than most saints. Richard himself was known for his battle prowess, so defeating him would not be easy.

Baynard was only level 21 himself, but he had been in the realm for a hundred years and accumulated vast amounts of experience in both exploration and battle. He was quite revered in the Sacred Alliance, with even those at higher levels having some modicum of respect for him.

The old mage had been able to live peacefully for so long despite his low talent because his legendary ability was defensive in nature. Even so, death would be inevitable if Richard targeted him. He also couldn’t recall a single person that would be able to face such power when at the same level, a thought that was all the more terrifying.
Daychase

## [source]

This is one of the two local legends, and not something useless like Stardragon. She single-handedly held off both Gaton and Mordred during our initial push, and still managed to kill off half of our rune knights. Even Lord Gaton couldn’t help but admit that the only reason we beat her back was her lack of runes. However, Mordred managed to find an opening near the end of their battle and wounded her severely. He even used his bloodline ability to launch a soul-destroying attack, so we were all confident she would die eventually. There aren’t any priests in this plane, and even if there were one would need someone in the realm of saints to completely eliminate the destructive energy. The locals have been insisting that she’s still alive all this while, but she never showed herself in battle again… Anyway, it looks like only her body is still alive. There isn’t a soul within.

graceful figure that was forming in the hall.

The middle-aged priest’s eyes widened in shock, “Your Excellency, why are you using your spirit form? You can always use the formation to contact us.”

This figure was Daychase, the legendary being that held the highest rank in the Resting Orchid Plane. Unlike Stardragon, she had entered the legendary realm using her own true talent. Having been pushed to the verge of death in Gaton’s attack before managing to block him at the Godtear Rift, she had entered seclusion to treat grave injuries that were much more difficult than she had imagined. After being wounded by Mordred, her injuries only grew worse with time; these days, she slept for months at a time to minimise the dangers of the situation.

This ever so slightly piqued Richard’s interest, causing him to head deeper towards the second room to find a better-decorated area where the troughs were also built to be larger and sturdier. Two of the troughs here were completely empty, while a woman was laid inside the third with blue fluid washing over her.

One could see from the tattoos on her face that she was a totemic warrior, but she wasn’t built as large as the others he had seen so far. In fact, her stature seemed even smaller than those of ordinary locals. Still, one could see from the proportions of her body that she hid explosive strength within.

The woman had a long yet shallow gash along the side of her waist, even the deepest part revealing a slight amount of hip bone, but the flesh all around the wound was a deathly grey. The liquid in the trough was constantly bubbling in the process of healing her, but the new flesh being created only took a few moments to wither away.

Richard was surprised at the sheer lack of recovery. The trough obviously had astounding healing properties, and the loose skin was evidence that she had been here for a long time. However, the woman’s heartbeat was extremely slow and she gave off the feeling of an empty shell whose soul had long since been drained. 5;75
Beyslace Spider Crystal

No matter where and when, even across different planes, the beyslace spider crystal was truly a king of currencies. And one that could draw such gorgeous silk in the air was easily worth around ten million.

## Overview

It was one of the necessary materials to make rank 4 runes. It could be sold in any part of the continent for five or six million coins, and just the sheer quantity and length of the lines made it obvious that this was a higher-quality crystal worth nearly ten million.

## Appearance

The rock was grey and unremarkable, but when tossed in the air it lit up with many silver speckles. It left many streaks of silver in the skies, like the threads of a spiderweb.

1. ↑ Book 1, Chapter 45
Tetrahedron

Created by the Book of Calamity through the Archeron bloodline. (and laws of destruction?)

First used in the Genesis:

Four orbs of light floated out from the book and into the passage, connecting together to form the mysterious glowing object once more. Richard suddenly felt a strand of consciousness connecting to him, almost asking for orders, and he glared at the endless wave of lesser demons, “Kill them all!”

This was an impossible order; Richard wasn’t sure if he could accomplish such a thing himself. Theoretically, there was a limit to the number of lesser demons in a single layer of the abyss, but he didn’t know how big that number was.

Once it received his orders, the tetrahedron started glowing and shot out a beam of plasma from each of its corners. These beams were unimaginably hot, cutting deep into the walls of the passage and slicing the demons in two like they were made of air. The beams seemed to move randomly, but the corridor turned into a slaughterhouse where dozens of demons died every second without a single splatter of blood.

However, this wasn’t the end. The tetrahedron suddenly started rotating, the pace completely random just like that of the beams. The four attacks seemed to form a random web of destruction within ten metres, and the strange object buzzed before shooting down the corridor.

1. ↑ Book 8 Chapter 49
Lutheris

A lone gold star occupied its own region of Faelor’s night sky. Anyone able to look close enough to see that it was actually a ball of golden light that encapsulated a beautiful land that was more than 10,000 square kilometres in area. This was the divine kingdom of Wargod Lutheris.

Groups of people could be seen frolicking around the plains and grasslands, singing in the meadows and hunting or fishing in the lake-filled forests. Everyone here had a smile plastered on their face; these were pious souls that had been freed of hunger, disease, and death in the afterlife. They would get to enjoy paradise for a millennium as their soul reached its end, eventually withering away painlessly in the blink of an eye. These dead souls only had three duties in the afterlife: to live their lives happily, sing praises of their deity, and fight for Lutheris in times of war.

All the rivers of the kingdom were sourced from a towering mountain range in the centre, flowing to the edge of this divine land before cascading into the void. The mountains of this range were a deep, dark green at the base, but as one went higher the gold sheen grew more and more obvious. Upon the highest mountain’s solid gold peak was the palace of Lutheris himself. Armed holy spirits constantly patrolled the palace, their eyes blazing with the divine flames of the Wargod’s power.

The throne room of the palace was a few hundred metres tall, wide enough to fit an entire mountain within itself. At the centre was an enormous golden throne upon which the Wargod sat, thousands of different weapons and armour pieces scattered around him on the floor. Each piece of equipment here was overflowing with divine might.

Although he was based in the Baruch Kingdom, his worship spanned all across the land. However, almost the entirety of the upper echelons of his church had been destroyed in the recent invasion.
Shaun

## [source]

However, the damage had already been dealt. Most of the city was in ruins, with over two million citizens wounded or dead. Nearly a thousand night elves and hundred rune knights perished in that war, alongside the lightning mage Shaun and a dozen strong saints. The portals themselves were unharmed, but the mages controlling them were now dead. It would take days to find new ones to take over and resume the migration. This was the heaviest blow to the Crimson Empire since its formation, and all Richard got in return was a dozen bottles of ember essence.
Village of Rooseland

## Description

**Rooseland** was located amidst a mountain range near the coast. It was a tiny speck amidst the enormous mountains that stretched for thousands of miles, ruled by Baron Tucker under the Sacred Alliance. It was almost three hundred kilometres from the Baron’s castle, so only during harvest season would the villagers see the Baron’s tax collectors come over. His leadership was otherwise negligible, only felt for this short time.

The Baron taxed lightly as well, only collecting the specialties of the area so that it didn’t have much impact on the daily lives of the villagers. Were the tax to increase in a poor harvest year, there would be dire consequences. It wasn’t all that bad living in the mountains. As long as you worked all year round, you would be able to survive.

The lands outside the village needed to be plowed and seeded in spring, and the food harvested in summer. Hunters would begin to enter the forest at this time as well. The magical beasts, having just woken from their hibernation, would be exceptionally dangerous and aggressive in their search for food, but there were some specialties in their bodies like precious medicinal ingredients or glands that could be turned into perfume. Their quality would be the highest in spring, so despite the casualties and injuries every year hunters always entered the mountains without fail. This made the Goddess of the Hunt the most worshipped of all the gods

Destroyed by the Archerons for having too many males and housing Elena

## Inhabitant(s)

* Beirut
* Bobby
* Richard Archeron (Former)
* Elena Silvermoon (Former)
The Darkness

Part of the Universe where the Realms doesn't have a Lighthouse of Time so the Eternal Dragon can't extend his powers there. Priests of the Church of the Eternal Dragon named ''Chosen'' are sent there to colonize the Realms.

In the Darkness lives a mysterious race. Some people call them pillagers, other reapers, they completely invade their target plane and conquer it in a short time, breaking it away from the control of the Eternal Dragon and pulling it into the Darkness. They cut off the dragon’s connection to the plane so there is no way to tell what they do and how they do it. The realm they target is marked by the ''Doomsday Imprints''. These marks can be pieces of jewellery, weapons, pieces of art, or even a creature.

## Flowsand's Location

This was a ridiculous land full of rocks and gravel, with the only scenery being a few tall stone pillars in the distance. The earth was black rock, and the only source of light was an omnipresent dull grey glow that could barely illuminate anything. This was a world of despair and death, with no life nor water to be seen anywhere. 6;68
Moonwater

**Moonwater** is slowly built up in Moonwells made by the Evernight Elves. Being in close proximity excites the elven bloodline, and a small amount of it is capable of restoring a Legendary mage in a few minutes. It is also capable of rising the limits one their mana. It is said that the causes of wars between the Elven empires are the result of these jugful of water.
Panther Tribe

Richard destroyed their Tree of Life after it refused to submit to him, showcasing the might of Midren and Michael's sword. Became new subjects of the Emerald City.

Watching the tree of life fall, Richard looked back at the dazed Jadeleaf warrior below, “So, are you going to surrender, or is it death?

What followed was a short yet intense fight. After the deaths of about a quarter thousand hunters, the rest of them surprisingly chose to give in. The one who’d laid down his arms first was actually the saint. He then asked to take another look at the branch, but when Richard offered it to him he recoiled in horror. Sensing that aura once more, all of the Jadeleaf warriors surrendered and gathered at one side.

From the looks of it, the branch was the key to changing their minds. It was apparent from Lora’s case that even the childlike mind of the tree was starting to affect the forest and the elves around it. The war had turned from one between invader and local to one between two world trees.

The result was obvious. On one hand were natives limited to level 23, and on the other was a golden world tree led by a descendant of Silvermoon itself. The local tree’s only chance was an assassination attempt before the Golden World Tree became an adult, but that was basically impossible as well. Even outside of the 10,000 soldiers just sitting in Emerald City, an army of drones was protecting it at all times.

With the Jadeleaf warriors having surrendered, the local tribe didn’t persist for long. Many of them had already felt the summons of the Golden World Tree, though not as strongly as Lora and Windleaf. A portion of them were already beginning to be affected talentwise, which was why their children were such prodigies in the first place. With this tree of life being cut down, they would perish sooner or later anyway.

Thanks to the saint warrior, Richard soon had the exact location of the nearby trees of life and even the World Tree. There was only one of the former within 3,000 kilometres, while the latter was tens of thousands of kilometres away. While he could technically go there and then form a portal for his return, Richard didn’t want to spend weeks, maybe even months just walking.

Directing his new subjects to Emerald City, he had them break apart the tree of life and carry the materials back to base. In the meanwhile, the tree’s essence was extracted into a few drops of clear liquid that he bottled up. Leaving the elves to themselves, he then hurried towards the next tribe.
Medium Rare

## [source]

**Medium Rare** is an ogre who was a follower of Richard Archeron. After his death, his brother Tiramisu ate his head/soul. Tiramisu believes that Medium Rare's soul lives in his second head.

## Background

He and his brother Tiramisu were discovered by an adventurer team in the north mountains. They used to live with an old druid, who’d brought them up. He taught them language, writing, even magic. His influence left them with various human habits.The team realised their worth, so they killed the druid and sold the ogres.
Maranos the Brain Eater

Nobody knew where this creature came from, nor could they even tell whether it was native to Daxdus, but one couldn’t underestimate it as a mere beast; this creature was so cunning that even some higher-level legends had failed to deal with it. A powerhouse of Daxdus had lured it over using the bones of another legendary creature as the price.

killed in v5ch39

The Fort of Dawn was a recent mark of shame for Norland, but to the Daxdians it marked a historic defeat. Still remembering their humiliation at the Sunlord, they had decided to put Maranos here to preserve this place. Countless powerhouses from Norland had become the creature’s food over the past few decades, and there were incidences where those from Daxdus had been ‘accidentally’ eaten as well.

However, this fearsome creature was now out of its nest, sprawled out right in the middle of the fort with countless wounds dotting its body. The proboscides attached to its hammer-shaped head were chopped up all over the place, and powerhouses from Norland were guarding the body vigilantly.

1. ↑ v5ch39
Saint War

He immediately slapped his own forehead, realising that the rune had developed a magic soul. While such things weren’t born naturally, they possessed all the fundamental characteristics of a true soul and would stir up the laws of the world when created. Their very existence went against the fundamental laws of the plane, and gods thus saw them as heresy. Even necromancers weren’t looked upon with such levels of hatred.

The soul was the only domain that gods retained full control over. Even manipulating them was considered taboo, forget creating them. The birthing of magic souls would be an issue for the entire plane, and even Norland had suffered from such an incident in the past. An enormous battle had arisen between the gods and the saint runemaster, known as the infamous Saint War. The newly-born magic soul had been destroyed, but when they tried to wipe out the memories from the runemaster’s mind they were thwarted by the legends of the plane. After a protracted battle, they were forced to back down and give up on their monopoly.

Ever since then, magic souls were a regular occurrence in Norland. The gods could only pretend to be blind to it; they simply did not have the power to match the ire of the epic beings if they objected.

7;111
Planar Portals

**Planar Portals** are the means of long-distance transportation in the world. It is primarily used as a connection in between planes and is predominately supplemented with the fundamental laws from the Eternal Dragon.

## Overview

Long-distance portals, be they within planes or outside them, often led to deviations in time. The greater the distance, the greater the deviation. A legendary Richard had basically arrived on the dot, and that accuracy directly implied his power and laws of space.

### **Eternal Dragon**

Norland had an established system for planar war, with almost every spatial mage capable of borrowing the power of the Eternal Dragon to minimise the energy ripples caused by planar travel. If not for this assistance, most portals would cause violent fluctuations in the target area even if a Lighthouse of Time already existed within.

Norland uses the laws of the Eternal Dragon in order to use planar portanls. However, what happens if you don’t, do you think you’d even be able to transport your army at all? Sending three to five people to another plane is already a huge achievement; without using the target plane’s laws, a mana portal can only take one. Even masters of spatial magic can only reduce the ripples of teleporting themselves, not take others with them.”

## Trivia

* Sharon was the greatest space magician within Norland. The only one greater would be Richard.

## References

1. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 91
2. ↑ Book 7, Chapter 89
3. ↑ Book 7, Chapter 90
Maple Amber

Maple amber had a special characteristic in that it was quite lively. Popular belief was that the gem was formed by the crystallisation of the blood of powerful ancient beings upon their death. This ingredient exponentially increased the magical properties of the runes it was used in, equal to roughly a single grade’s increase. It was commonly used for grade 3 runes as well, sometimes even for grade 4. This was why maple amber was much more expensive than most other grade 2 ingredients.
Call Shadows

It wasn’t a powerful grade 9 spell like Time Stop, nor was it the sinister Finger of Death. Instead, it was a mere grade 8 spell— Call Shadows. Although the chant was longer than normal with some obscure words added in, the difference was minimal.

Most summoning spells just formed a tear in space for the summoned creature to walk through. Richard had summoned a majestic gate; rusted beyond all measure, but still formidable to behold. The shadowforce within was so dense that it seemed to be substantial, the gate engraved with complicated magic arrays and runes of unknown meaning. 5;31

With him already being a beacon for nightmare creatures, he had basically opened a gate to Norland for the Legion of NIghtmares. Although there was nothing of legendary might amongst these attackers, just their sheer quantity was enough to pose a lethal threat.
Romir

Romir, a level 22 assassin and experienced legend who had just returned from a battlefield of despair. It was undeniable that he was extremely dangerous; the man hadn’t returned in a dozen years. Of course, it wasn’t a coincidence for him to return either; he had been invited by Fazelok, having come specifically for the duel. In the Land of Dusk, he was renowned for killing black sorcerers.

Perhaps he was scared that Richard would reject; Fazelok added an additional greater offering to the top-tier offering for the bet on this battle. Richard accepted gladly, he would have gone ahead regardless.

The time was still midnight, and the venue was the same, but this time it only took five minutes. The battle between the assassin and legendary mage could be decided in a single burst of power; neither side could sustain a prolonged battle against the other. Of course, with these two that burst was just too strong. Half of the arena that was designed to accommodate duels between legends had collapsed.

5th challenger
Sera Archeron

## [source]

**Sera Archeron** is the daughter of Sharon and Richard Archeron. She is a true primal celestial, and unlike either of her parents she possesses an aura of pure ice.

## Appearance

She inherited the bloodline of a true primal celestial, The girl didn’t have normal human hair, instead possessing dozens of dark blue tentacles that stretched down to her shoulders and azure eyes.
Ironshield

## [source]

**Ironshield** is a legendary warrior that entered the Dragon Plane subjugation when it had just started to flourish.

As an independent legend, he joined the reward point battlefileds as one of the earliest competitors, as well as the one with the most points. All the points he had accumulated in his time following Richard was enough to get whatever he wanted, now only limited by his own growth.

## Overview

He was one of the loyal followers of Richard that entered the Reaper War despite the extremely perilous risks. This legendary warrior was almost as famous as Richard's original followers now, and having proven his loyalty though the war with the reapers he had a position of trust that many envied.

Fortunately, he had seen multiple miracles under Richard's supervision. Minor details that would peer into the supreme being known as Richard Archeron. He felt his reverence grow that much stronger, a common occurrence ever since he started following Richard. He had noticed that it was these minor shows of power that would be miracles to most others.

He was capable of holding off anyone under the epic realm long enough for Richard to rush over, if not defeat them outright.

## Plot

Neverending battle left him exhausted, and his followers found it difficult to keep up. Many were allowed to return simply so they wouldn’t fatigue themselves to death, so a rotating group formed around him as he went from battle to battle. The group managed to do quite well overall, but it was in the pursuit of their eighth target that they lost one of the gambles they were making repeatedly. Ironshield’s rival wasn’t particularly fond of helmets or armour, and in a moment of carelessness was struck by the primary cannon of a large warship that immediately disintegrated half of his body. The soul was dispersed in that one attack, with no way of putting it back together.

## References

1. ↑ Book 9, Chapter 84
2. ↑ Book 9, Chapter 85
3. ↑ Book 9, Chapter 85
4. ↑ Book 9, Chapter 61
Shepherd of Eternal Rest

Schiller unlatched the metre long war blade from his waist and tossed it to Waterflower... The weapon was less than three centimetres wide, with almost no reflections coming off the jet-black blade. It seemed inexplicably obscure, giving off an unnerving vibe as it left its sheath.

Made of Mythical Goldsand. This material was indeed superior to even alchemic blacksteel, one of the highest-quality metals used to forge weapons. Weapons formed from it would be twice as strong as ordinary carbon steel weapons, also able to bear the power of two more enchantments. The sword Waterflower had in her hands was made by a great master, with the enchantments of Bleed, Tear, Sharpen, and Armour Break added within. Its power was clear. [1;113]
Pain essence

**Pain Essence** is a magic item that is formed from the distillation of pure suffering that could only be formed in the rarest of circumstances.

## Description

This was an amazing item for many mages, especially illusionists and cursemasters. Many would be willing to trade their life’s earnings for just a single fragment of it.

## Appearance

it has an appearance of a palm-sized dark crystal.
Saint Louis Cathedral

That’s the largest church on the northeastern border of the Sacred Tree Empire.

The Saint Louis Cathedral was one of the eight great cathedrals of the Church of Glory. Outside of the central Cathedral of Glory, each one was dedicated to one of the saints who had followed the Radiant Lord before he lit his godfire and eventually become his seven holy spirits. Louis had personally held off ten thousand enemy soldiers to give the Radiant Lord a chance to escape a rival faith’s paladins, and his sacrifice was what allowed the Radiant Lord to survive long enough to light his godfire. He was revered by everyone in the Church. 6;72

City of Tobia, the township that surrounded the Saint Louis Cathedral. The land was owned by an earl and situation between two dukedoms, clearly demarcated from the secular powers. The earl did not have the authority to challenge the decisions of the Church of Glory; the same could not be said about a duke.

* Bishop Rizal

## Items

By this point, the rune knights had already searched the entire cathedral and gathered everything that seemed to be of value. Richard eventually chose three swords, a broken shield, and a golden goblet, leaving behind the Radiant Lord’s former longsword and the holy robe of Saint Louis. The goblet didn’t even qualify as a magic item, but looking at the choices Martin raised an eyebrow in surprise.

### **Radiant Lord’s Former Longsword**

This sword was left behind by a famous warrior who killed two legendary beings. Although the workmanship is nothing to be proud of, the materials and its legacy have perfected it as a weapon against the hells, the abyss, and the undead. It has been lying here for a millennium and can even slay enormous demons. 7;76

The sword truly was enormous, more than four metres long and one metre wide. Even Gangdor could not wield such a thing effectively.
Zim

viscount Zim

entered hibernation (unicorn bloodline).

Countess Katrina was now expecting as well.

[4;127]

[7;72] has been asleep for 10 years. Having fainted during the invasion of Bluewater, Zim had gone into a deep sleep and been locked up by Duke Grasberg ever since. Terms like the Crimson Duke and Andrieka were incredibly foreign to him

[7;73]- Zim seemed to be an entirely different person after awakening, acting decisively without a care about luxury. The old Viscount would never have dared to travel through the Sequoia Kingdom to the Bloodstained Lands with just a bag of rations and some horses. He seemed extremely formidable now, so great that Katrina’s eyes shone even as she blushed red.

[7;75] sent to broodmother for it to take "some" blood

## Family

[7;72]- grandson of Duke Grasberg

both of them were level 12, and without the strange gravity they moved like the wind. Zim was presented with a handsome young boy who was about ten years of age and a pretty little girl who looked five to six. They were both beautiful, but they didn’t resemble Zim or Katrina.

## Quotes

He couldn’t help but feel rueful over the strength of the unicorn bloodline; just by sleeping for a decade, a piece of trash had become a saint. Even within Norland, this would be one of the best.

richard (7;75)
Wennington Archeron

## [source]

Wennington, 14, level 8 blaze guardian Ch77

half-brother of Richard

The latter had lost his youth and developed into a tall, buff youth who was already level 15[7;49]

## Plot

### **Causing Trouble**

Wennington was out buying some materials he needed in Faust, and had met Duke Mensa’s youngest son along the way. The two families were already in a feud that could not be resolved, so they inevitably exchanged some words. However, the young Mensa had said something in Wennington’s ear that enraged the normally-calm youth, who instantly punched the boy’s face.

The Mensa youth’s nose had been smashed, but that wasn’t all. Most importantly, many had seen Wennington launch the blow; the strength in that attack could definitely be considered a challenge to a duel. In the end, Wennington who had only brought along a few ordinary servants and had been seriously injured by the Mensa Family’s men had been captured and brought to an inn near the duelling arena.
The young Mensa had threatened the Archerons to find a way to bring him back, or he would fight a duel in the arena. Once they started the fight, interference would be impossible. Running from a duel was the biggest blot on a noble’s honour. To many, honour and reputation were more important than their very lives.
His brother’s body was covered with blood as he lay fainted on the ground, a youth with an icy expression having a foot on his head. He didn’t need a detection spell to know that this was Duke Mensa’s youngest son; the brand new injury to his nose was enough.

### **Vernica**

This event had occurred in Faust as well. A young and energetic Venica had been angered by Duke Mensa’s eldest grandson, secretly duelling him. Both were level 9 warriors while Venica had already unlocked a bloodline ability, so she had been certain she would win. However, the opponent had come with two pieces of epic-grade equipment, while all she had was a superior-grade weapon. The results were as expected.
Firefox

Dissipating the glow with a clap, Richard picked up another document with a scarlet exclamation mark on the envelope indicating its importance. Taking it out and reading it, he immediately turned grim. The letter was only a few paragraphs, but he read it over and over again before putting it down. Pondering over things for a while, he eventually ordered a shadowspear to call Asiris over.

Just like Richard, Asiris’s expression changed when he read the two pages, “Firefox is still alive?”

“Mm, Sauron sent this. People have seen him at the south of the Millennial Empire, and he seemed to be heading for the ocean. Wasn’t this the guy behind the problems with Ward’s family?”

“Not just Ward. Senma, Kaylen, and Kayde too, although they got off better. Firefox was always in the shadows whenever something bad happened.”

“He had a grudge against you thirteen?”

“No, I believe he was only a subordinate executing orders. There should have been another hand at work, targeting Lord Gaton.”

“So an enemy of Father’s, huh…” Richard grinned, crushing the two pages into a ball and tossing it into the wastepaper basket, “He’s got dozens of them. I wasn’t strong enough yet, so there wasn’t a need to check every single one, and now it’s been a long time…”

He suddenly went silent, recalling the raging flames of his past. Gaton had gained glory from his reckless youth, but that had also killed the woman he loved. Dispelling the memories with a deep breath, he continued, “We won’t pursue the past, but that doesn’t mean it’s over. If Firefox is being active, then he should give up on a comfortable life. This is my family, nobody gets to be safe after targeting us.”

Richard stood up and paced around the study for a while before stopping in front of Asiris, “You said he was hard to deal with, didn’t you? Then let’s leave it to the experts. Set up a bounty for his head, five million gold.”

## References

1. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 96
2. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 96
3. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 96
Ryan

## [source]

Ryan is one of Emperor Philip's sons. After his death, he joined the Church of the Eternal Dragon and showed the potential to become a chosen. However, his greed and Richards dislike of him caused him to lose all of his divine grace and be excommunicated.

 Seeing Richard grind his sole against Ryan’s face, Jacqueline picked up her staff and gripped it tightly, “Richard! You dare beat up a future Chosen of the Eternal Dragon? This is heresy!”

7;161
Time Stop

Richard used a chant and gesticulated for a spell; a stream of ancient words flew out of his mouth, and in a few moments the world around him seemed to slow down.

This was the ninth grade spell Time Stop. It wasn’t a true stoppage of time— such a spell would be at least a few grades higher or require an understanding of time laws that was ridiculous— but it accelerated his own functions to such a degree that the effect was quite similar. Book 6, Chapter 125
Petrifying Gaze

He now had a new saint rune in his arsenal, the Petrifying Gaze. It was not one whit inferior to Mana Armament, and even using a copied magic soul instead of the original it would still inconvenience legends and petrify most saints.

## Creation

Richard returned to Bluewater in the time, going back to his fully equipped lab to work on the gorgon head that Romney had sold him a while ago. With some initial processing complete, its laws could be extracted directly into a magic soul or it could be turned into a powerful tool on its own. However, turning it into a tool would only allow three casts of its petrifying gaze before the power ran out.

Three chances was still a lot for a tool that could kill legends, but Richard wasn’t one to be satisfied with just that. Ordering all assistants out of his laboratory and nearby buildings, he started working on it from another direction. They left assuming that processing the soul would be dangerous, but a learned soul mage would quickly realise that he wasn’t forming a magic soul, but capturing the remnants of the gorgon and absorbing them!

The head full of snakes withered in mere minutes, the picturesque visage being replaced by a dessicated mass of wrinkled skin. Richard pulled an orb of yellow light out of it, within which a tiny image of a gorgon was struggling to break free.

This gorgon was surprisingly strong, which left her soul rather intact even upon death. Observing it for a while, Richard eventually drew it into his body before teleporting to Sharon’s demiplane and entering the library, using the laboratory there to assist with the analysis of her laws. It only took until that evening before all of her soul had been analysed, giving him the ability to form a perfect magic soul.