Malevolent Warlock: Sin Of Eternity-Chapter 264: Untitled

Beast Actualization

This was the core concept and source of power for every level 4 great warlock. It combined their most-used special skills, the attributes of their sites, and most importantly, their bloodline. The ultimate amalgamation of all their accumulations up to their current stage.

Naturally, as there were distinctions between different sites and spells, there were also distinctions between Beast Actualizations.

At the lowest tier was the Beta tier. It consisted of warlocks who had failed to reach the stage of great warlock on their own and were forced to use external materials to advance. These great warlocks were extremely weak, with some even losing to peak-level 3 warlocks.

Above them were the Zeta and Theta tiers. Although clearly separated by a large power gap, they were often grouped together as the average tier for warlocks. These were the mid-level geniuses of various clans, pampered throughout their lives. They had no true battle experience, resulting in a lack of substance, as if nature were punishing them for their worthlessness.

Then there was the Nu tier. Most talents capable of creating Actualizations of the Nu tier were guaranteed high positions in the elder councils of the myriad clans. It was a sufficient blend of talent and power, and they were the ruling class in the Sacred Lands.

However, occasionally, monsters of the Kappa tier would appear—one-man armies, they were called. Their fighting power was fifty times that of a normal great warlock. The likes of Rengoku, who fought waves of level 4 existences on his own ten years ago, belonged to this tier. They were abnormally strong.

But even they couldn’t compare to the likes of Kang, whose talent appeared only once in a thousand years. Only individuals like Kang could form Actualizations so powerful they could make the heavens tremble. These were the Omega tier Actualizations, and their users were closest to touching the energy of the next level.

It was said that those who could create Omega tier Actualizations were destined to reach level 5 or, at the very least, become quasi-level 5 existences.

"Sigh," atop Griffin’s Peak, Nephron sighed bitterly, the cup in his hand shaking uncontrollably.

He had to acknowledge Kang as an equal, knowing that the young man would sooner or later reach level 5—it was only a matter of time.

But how could he have known that, within a few short years, he would accept another disciple who would emit energy undulations far surpassing Kang’s?

Yes, that’s right. The sound of Leon’s drake roar had traveled all the way to the top of Griffin’s Peak and had been heard by the Supreme Leader. This, in itself, was not a problem. In fact, it was a proud achievement to see one of his own succeed.

Unfortunately, this little bastard had to do it in front of the level 5 existences of the Golden Griffin Clan. They already disliked Nephron and his disciples after what happened years ago. Now one of his disciples was releasing monstrous energy undulations.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nephron glanced at Thane, Drothan, and Ziaman, noticing the greed in their eyes as they stared in the direction of Yi Mountain Range.

"You want to save him?" Elder Black Wing asked from beside Nephron, his face filled with skepticism. He had never known Nephron to risk his life for anyone, but this seemed different. It was as if he were bound by duty.

"What do you think?" Nephron replied with a bitter smile. It looked like he would have to speed up all his plans.

("The bloodline of the Drake, huh? Interesting.")

Meanwhile, inside the underground cave, a giant drake with mighty wings hovered above Leon, facing Bran directly.

"Burn," Leon commanded, and without hesitation, the drake apparition opened its mouth and unleashed a torrent of cyan-colored flame, burning the very air itself.

Leon had extracted this special flame when he saved Ember’s life in Elodria, but he never quite mastered fire-related magic. Fortunately, during his breakthrough to level 4 and the formation of his Actualization, the flame had offered itself to him.

"Fuck!" Bran cursed at the sight, activating the life pillars. He never expected Leon to force the defective drug to work, allowing him to attain the bloodline of the Drake.

Bran had planned to loot the bloodline pill from Leon’s corpse after the fight, but now Leon had already used it—and was much stronger than him.

—ROAR!!!

The drake’s fire grew hotter by the second, forcing Bran to abandon his position and dodge deeper into the cave.

"You won’t escape."

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As Bran dodged, Leon appeared beside him and whispered. Then—

BOOM!

Leon kicked Bran in the back of the head, slamming his face into the ground. The difference in their power was now undeniable. It was clear Leon had been holding back earlier.

—WHOOP!

No matter how Bran maneuvered or tried to block, the gap in strength was too vast.

—BANG!

At this point, Leon could completely dominate a mid-stage level 4 warlock with a Zeta or Theta tier Actualization. Bran, being only at the peak of level 3, was outmatched. This was like a fight between a toddler and a heavyweight sumo wrestler—

the disparity was too great. Within minutes, Bran’s skin was charred, his ribs shattered, and Leon had successfully used the Slayer Blade multiple times against bran causing him to bleed uncontrollably.

It was a merciless beating.

"So this is what you had up your sleeve," Bran muttered, holding his lower abdomen and wincing in pain. He had expected Leon to have something prepared, but not something so overwhelming.

Bran had planned to evolve from his current lowly bloodline as part of his wider ambitions. Unfortunately, things hadn’t gone as planned, and Leon had beaten him to it. And from the way Leon stood there, confidently waiting for him to make another move, it seemed like this wasn’t over.

Leon had more in store, waiting for Bran to reveal his hand so he could finish him off properly.

"I’m not interested in this fight anymore. Let us parlay," Bran said, taking a seat as his wounds began to heal rapidly. Tattoo-like markings appeared all over his body, restoring him in an instant.

Even though he was outmatched, he wasn’t helpless.

"A parlay? You must be joking, old ghost. You’ve tried to kill me several times. Why would I agree to anything with you?" Leon scoffed, mocking him.

"It’s simple. I have a clue to what you’re looking for," Bran replied with a wicked grin. "Besides, it’s not like you can kill me right now. You’re too weak. We should come to terms now and save that fight for later."

He wasn’t wrong. If Bran truly wanted to, he could escape. He might suffer grievous injuries that would take a decade to heal, but in the end, he would survive.

And then he would hunt Leon down with everything he had. It was in both their best interests to come to an agreement.

"Okay... but first, I want to verify something. You are Altor, right?" Leon asked coldly, his gaze fixed on Bran.

"Right. You must have noticed back in Trafalgar, huh?" Bran’s eyes darkened, becoming void of light. All this time, it wasn’t Bran Leon had been fighting—it was Altor, the primogenitor of the entire warlock race, or at least a remnant of him.