Manaless Mage-Chapter 262: A fourth celestial…?

He hadn’t expected Leon to use such an underhanded technique such as blasting him from the inside.

If it was just a normal explosion, then he wouldn’t be wounded to this degree, as his regeneration would have long kicked in.

However, no matter how powerful a person was in this life, their inner organs would always be weak and vulnerable.

Since the dragon wisp detonated inside his body, his celestial core along with a large majority of his organs were burnt to a complete crisp.

Before the wisp exploded, he managed to quickly coat some of his vital organs in mana, but even that didn’t do him much good. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Leon’s energy was just too powerful! It easily overpowered his mana, rendering the protective covering useless.

Nonetheless, that little action of his still managed to preserve his life, as his heart and a few other of his organs weren’t completely obliterated by the blast.

A similar situation happened with his mana core, as it was only hanging by a thin thread after the explosion.

He was trying desperately to channel his mana and heal himself, however, due to his damage mana core, he could only do so at a snail’s pace.

’I don’t have much long to life...’ He mumbled inwardly, weakly coughing out blood.

His blood didn’t have the usual vibrant red colour that it normally had, instead, it had been blackened by the blast, looking more like charcoal water.

"It... doesn’t m-matter though..." Vordmont muttered, slowly pointing his spear at Leon.

It was only a small action, but his hands kept trembling, and his legs quaked upon the ground, struggling to bear the weight of his body.

"I’ll pour all the strength I have left... into one last strike... and I’ll make sure you go down with it." He proclaimed, his lips curling into a crazed smile.

"Even if I die... I’ll bring you down with me!" He shouted, ignoring the burning sting emanating from his throat.

"Really...?" Leon muttered, scoffing under his breath.

However, his lips slowly curled into a slight smirk, and he stared down at the wounded Vordmont.

"Then... bring it on!" He shouted also, brandishing his swords at him.

For him this battle was won already, he had already managed to overpower his opponent, rendering him useless to attack.

So all he had to do was end his life with one final attack, bringing everything to an end.

"Hehe!" Vordmont shouted, channeling the last bit of his mana into the bladed tip of his spear.

The blade of the spear immediately lit up with a dull purplish yellow hue, which rapidly coated it entirely.

Leon also harnessed his energy into his sword, pulling them behind him for a final strike.

Kukh!

However, just as he was about to swing his blade, a sharp sting suddenly pierced through his heart. Blood spurted from his lips, spraying out in a crimson arc, and his eyes widened in shock.

"W-what...?" He gasped, his voice barely a whisper. The pain at the centre of his chest was sharp and agonising, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

His hands trembled, as the grip on his sword faltered, hanging weakly in the air.

With dead creeping over him, he gaze drifted downward, moving as if he was in slow motion.

There, sticking out of his chest was a dark, shadowy blade, shining with a menacing glint.

He breath hung in his throat as he stared at the cause of his agony in disbelief and confusion.

While he was still staring in disbelief, black wisps of smoke slowly extended from his back, tangling like threads in the air behind him.

The shadowy wisps rapidly took shape, forming into a tall man with ink-black skin and long white hair.

The man’s presence was chilling, his eyes glowing with a black light as he stared down at Leon.

Although he was behind him, the wings on Leon’s back were stabbing through him, like he was nothing but a ghost.

There was no resistance, no physical connection... nothing at all.

"I’m sorry, but Kronos is right, you’re too dangerous to be left alive." The man said in a nonchalant tone, slowly pulling the blade out of Leon’s chest.

Splash!

Blood sprayed out from the gash, splattering onto the ground with a dull, sickening sound.

"How...?" Leon muttered, coughing out blood once more.

The radiant light wings on his back slowly flickered, crumbling into tiny white fragments.

The fragments floated in the air for a few seconds, rapidly disintegrating before vanishing into thin air.

Without anything left to hold him up, Leon’s body weakly dropped to the ground, blood gushing profusely out of his wound.

Meanwhile, Vordmont watched as his opponent fell to the ground with his face frozen in shock.

"Orthon..." He muttered, staring at the ink-black face of the man standing across him.

"What...? Don’t give me that look... he was our enemy..." Orthon replied. His lips barely moved, but his words were still very audible to Vordmont.

He wasn’t putting on any clothes, however, his body was cloaked by thick shadows, which kept wavering all around him.

Vordmont gnashed his teeth in annoyance at his words, but he didn’t say anything else.

Although Orthon was right, and Leon was indeed their enemy, watching him fall like that left a bitter feeling in his throat.

After all, they were both about to exchange one last attack, which was meant to determine the winner once and for all.

The way everything ended so abruptly felt a little anticlimactic to him, especially since he had been looking forward to defeating Leon with his own power.

’What a spoilsport...’ He thought, staring at Orthon with a slight frown on his burned face.

Nonetheless, there was nothing he could do. He slowly brought down his spear, using it to support his weakened body once again.

As for Leon, he simply laid weakly on the ground, trying desperately to keep himself alive.

The shadow blade had stabbed directly through his heart, leaving him at the door of death.

All he could do was keep his heart together using the white flame burning within him, preventing himself from falling into the cold hands of death.

However, doing meant he could barely harness his energy to keep up this fight.

While he was trying desperately to keep the flames of his life force burning, countless thoughts of confusion kept flashing through his mind.

’What... really happened? How was I attack... I didn’t sense anybody close to me. So how did he manage to stab me...?’ He thought, gnashing his teeth in frustration.

Throughout the fight, he made sure to keep his energy sense active, to keep himself from getting caught off-guard by any attack.

He was also worried about Kronos suddenly joining in on the fight, so he made sure to keep his guard up even when engaging with Vordmont.

So how... how come someone still managed to stab him from the back? In fact, he never even notice the presence of another celestial, except from Vordmont and that other lady, who was already dead now.

"You’re probably wondering why you didn’t sense me... until I stabbed your heart..." As if he could hear his thoughts, Orthon suddenly spoke, shifting his gaze down towards Leon.

Leon’s gaze slightly trembled in surprise, but he didn’t say anything, only writhing on the ground in pain.

"That’s because I’ve been in your shadow... long before this fight even began." He continued, looking down at Leon with a strange expression on his ink-black face.

"You were too focused on your surroundings... that you ignored one thing... yourself. You’re strong... but that one mistake you made." He said, releasing a tired sigh. "Too bad you won’t live to correct it... how sad."

Leon gnashed his teeth in frustration as he heard those words, each one felt like daggers, stabbing deep into his already dying heart.

’Hiding in my shadows... long before the fight began...?’ He mumbled inwardly, taking note of those two words.

With him being on the verge of death, his hold over time freeze was rapidly weakening.

Gradually, the time around him returned to its normal flow, as his control over his energy quickly waned.

Whoosh!

A light green wave suddenly swept over the area, and the time immediately returned back to normal.

Within seconds, the people he tried protecting within the dome started moving again, and all their gazes subconsciously shifted to the scene playing in front of them.

"L-Leon..." Anna muttered, staring at his wounded body with tears slowly pooling at the corner of her eyes.

Harry’s eyes also widened in shock, in disbelief at what was before his eyes.

His gaze slowly shifted from the weak body of Leon, drifting to the two strange people standing around him.

’I thought it was just the pale man and that cloud woman... who is that... white haired figure standing next to them?’ He thought, staring at Orthon in confusion.

He looked the strangest out of all the three, and the strange shadows swaying gently around his body sent chills down his spine.

For them, it had only been a few seconds since Leon charged directly at the two Celestials.

However, the next thing they knew, everything before them was different, with Leon lying almost dead on the ground...