Chapter 412: Chapter 406 I Have a Plan

The concept of Dharma Image of Heaven and Earth and Fatian Xiangdi is often confused, but they are fundamentally different.

Dharma Image of Heaven and Earth is commonly seen in Buddhism. Its core lies in the term “Dharma Image,” specifically referring to the majestic Dharma forms of great cultivators like Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, such as the thousand-armed form of Thousand-armed Guanyin or the wrathful aspect of Unmoving Ming King. The term “Heaven and Earth” signifies vastness, describing the Dharma Image as grand and magnificent as the universe, often displayed when spreading the Dharma or subduing demons to show the extent of cultivation.

The Fatian Xiangdi, mastered by Leon through a reward from the Golden Finger, finds its essence in “imitating nature.” “Fa” means imitation, and “Xiang” means emulation, implying the learning of the ways of heaven and earth. When casting the spell, it incorporates the individual into the laws of nature, making their form as high as the heavens and as vast as the mountains and rivers.

In “Journey to the West,” the description when Sun Wukong first uses Fatian Xiangdi goes — he grew to a height of ten thousand feet, head like Mount Tai, waist like steep ridges, eyes like lightning, mouth a gaping maw, teeth akin to swords and spears; the staff in his hand reached the thirty-third heaven above and the eighteenth layer of hell below, terrifying tigers, wolves, and beasts, the demon kings of seventy-two caves into submission, kowtowing in fright.

These descriptions naturally contain exaggerations, but even when toned down, it is still a powerful divine skill.

Considering that the magic mastered by Leon through Golden Finger rewards is often less potent than the original, the power of Fatian Xiangdi might be reduced somewhat. Even so, after mastering Fatian Xiangdi, Leon has the confidence to confront deities, though only just a confrontation. It’s not that Fatian Xiangdi is lacking, but rather that his mana accumulation is insufficient.

On one hand, he just forged a Divine Sword anew, and on the other, enlightened to the supreme divine skill of Fatian Xiangdi. Leon was incredibly excited, his heart surging, unable to suppress the thrill.

He casually swung the Divine Sword, and the weapons of unknown origin on the rack immediately broke apart as if slicing through vegetables effortlessly, then strode out of the forging factory in giant steps, his figure transformed into a rainbow light, racing towards the Blood War Battlefield.

When Leon found Bell, the Pit Fiend was in the midst of fierce battle with the Jackal Wolfman Lord Yenogu.

Yenogu gripped a three-headed flail, reportedly named Butcher, which could be summoned to his hand at any time, but he preferred using his own sharp teeth and claws, relishing the thrill of tearing enemies into mincemeat personally.

His melee attacks were like a violent storm, not hindering his spellcasting ability in the slightest, using techniques like the Invisibility Technique, the Fear Technique that was bone-chilling, and the Dispel Magic that precisely dismantled enemy defenses, all masterfully.

Yenogu belonged to the category of giant demons, while Bell was a large devil, noticeably shorter than Yenogu, but significantly more agile, wielding a giant sword entwined with Fierce Flame, each slash leaving charred marks on Yenogu’s thick fur.

The burning hair emitted a nauseating smell of char, yet the damage from the Purgatory Demon did not daunt the ferocious beast; rather, it heightened its frenzied battle intent.

At this moment, Leon was in Dragon Form, a super-giant Red Dragon hovering in the air, its enormous Dragon Wings casting an overwhelming shadow, even the low-intelligence Frame Devils knew not to disturb it.

Yenogu, in relentless pursuit of senseless destruction and slaughter, never bothered with negotiations, always attacking on sight until bored of the battle. But at the very least, it had enough sanity to realize that a super-giant Red Dragon was worth some communication effort.

It bared its jagged fangs, speaking in a voice like sandpaper grinding, “Red Dragon, this isn’t your concern.”

“You attacked Baphomet.” The bloodthirsty beast and the Horned Demon King maintained a long-standing rivalry, even during the invasion of Aphnas they never forgot to “care” about their opponent’s status. Mentioning the nemesis’s name, its eyes were filled with venomous light. “We could be allies.”

“Who would ally with a proctology director like you, not afraid of being backstabbed and a ‘colonoscopy’?” Leon nodded, knowing no Demon Lord could be trusted, “I will never forget, don’t forget what your Gnolls Warband did to me.”

Yenogu’s muscles suddenly tensed, rotting saliva dripping between its teeth. It had no recollection of ever sending someone to attack a super-giant Red Dragon.

“When I was little. A young dragon.” Leon reminisced, “That day was sunny, shining on the waterwheel and streams, quiet and beautiful. I was swimming in the creek, leisurely enjoying a bath… and they surrounded me, calling me a worm, wanting to kill me and sacrifice me to you.”

Yenogu’s mouth twitched upon hearing this, unable to help but roar, “Insane.”

Leon chuckled, his memory was indeed impressive.

“Why didn’t they kill you?” Yenogu raised the three-headed flail, “I will punish them.”

“I definitely wiped them all out long ago.” Leon revealed a naive smile, but on the Blood War Battlefield, such a smile only seemed bizarre.

Yenogu did not retreat, refusing to back down nor recklessly attack.

Its murky yellow eyes locked onto Leon, the cunning Demon Lord calculating the pros and cons.

Yenogu’s demon ranks outnumbered devils several times over, even tenfold. Should the frontline collapse, it would be catastrophic; even defeating Yenogu here would not yield victory. Bell decisively went on to support elsewhere, replacing heavily damaged units with reserves, planning to return to the battlefield after regrouping.

Seeing Yenogu remain inactive, Leon flapped the Dragon Wings decisively, turning and leaving. The Demon Lord growled a begrudging noise from deep within but did not pursue.

“Your forces are too few.”

In the rear camp, Leon had reverted to dragon-man form for easier mobility.

“That’s why Zarriel always wanted to drag the whole of El Toriel into Aphnas, to convert all of El Toriel’s people into lower-level demons, including after Border’s Gate… but unfortunately, she failed.” Bell showed a knowing smile upon hearing this, clearly having had a hand in Zarriel’s failure.

Leon nodded, giving no clear indication either way.

“Did you succeed in forging the Divine Artifact?” Bell knew why Leon needed his blood.

“Fortunately, I did not disgrace myself.” Leon’s mouth involuntarily turned upward, eyes dancing with flames of pride.

“…Congratulations.” Bell struggled to maintain a polite smile, even though witnessing it firsthand, he still found it hard to accept that a Red Dragon could forge a Divine Artifact—this Red Dragon had been challenging his common knowledge from the very start.

“How is the battle going?” Leon suddenly shifted the topic, “Do you need me… to intervene personally?”

“The frontline can still hold.” Bell’s voice was as steady as discussing the weather. As a veteran of countless blood wars, Aphnas had encountered much more dire situations—devils excelled at finding opportunities in desperation.

“This won’t do.” Leon shook his head, “Our contract states clearly—I give you a chance to shine. But so far, you’ve merely shown up at best. Look at Zarriel, she just ground Koschechi down thoroughly, gaining complete advantage. And you? Engaged in a back-and-forth with that crazy little dog.”

“Then…” Bell lowered his eyes, “What insights does Master Leon have?”

The Red Dragon suddenly grinned.

That smile made Bell’s hair stand on end.

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Inside Zarriel’s war room, the Avernus Lord was supporting her chin with one hand, lightly biting her lip, looking troubled. She had just summoned the annoying advisor back to the frontline, but this had not brought more devilish legions to the battlefield, the frontline still teetering on collapse.

Heavy footsteps interrupted her thoughts. Zarriel lifted her head, a flicker of impatience in her scarlet eyes, asking, “What is it now?”

“A Red Dragon, Milady.” Her succubus aide knelt on one knee, “The Red Dragon insists it lost a Gold Coin and is causing chaos on the battlefield.”

“Let it cause havoc.” Zarriel snorted, “If it wants to die so much, let it be.”

“I’m afraid… not.” The succubus’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “It’s a super-giant Red Dragon, we don’t dare provoke it, and those demons are also avoiding it as much as possible.”

Zarriel frowned, “An Ancient Red Dragon?”

Just then, another succubus rushed in, the usually cold-hearted warrior now pale-faced, his voice trembling involuntarily, “The Red Dragon, that Red Dragon…”

Zarriel’s brows furrowed deeply, knowing her warrior would not flinch even in the face of a Demon Lord, so what could make him so unsettled?

Zarriel strode out of the war room, noticing the skies darkening, slowly lifted her head—

She understood, she knew why.

The mountain was moving.

The mountain was in motion.

No, that wasn’t a mountain.