SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 523: The Battlefield—5

The Archon-ranked monsters converged on Leon from every direction, tightening their circle with the coordinated intent of something that had decided he was the priority target.

He couldn’t help but smile.

he thought.

The encirclement completed itself, Tens of Archon-ranked beasts pressing inward, and then the result came exactly as expected — obliteration, clean and total, holy energy burning through each one before the circle could fully close. Not a battle. A collection.

The causality notifications kept stacking.

The wider battle was going well. Monster numbers were dropping fast — visibly, measurably, the ratio shifting every few seconds as Leon carved through the horde and the army cleaned up what remained behind him. More than half were already gone.

Then something changed.

Leon felt it before he saw it — a wrongness in the pattern, a shift in how the remaining beasts were moving. The ones furthest from him, deliberately positioned at maximum distance, had stopped fighting entirely.

He focused on them.

What he saw made his jaw tighten.

They were melting.

Not dissolving cleanly — melting in the most grotesque possible sense. Skin, bone, blood, organs, everything losing its individual structure and flowing together into a single mass. Hundreds of thousands of beasts simultaneously, their bodies collapsing into each other, the sight of it spreading across the far end of the battlefield like a spreading stain. The scale made it worse — not one creature losing its shape but an entire section of the horde becoming something unrecognizable, the individual beasts sacrificing their forms into a collective that was clearly building toward something.

Leon didn’t wait to find out what.

FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH!

He teleported continuously — the first time in this entire battle he’d needed to move that way, previous enemies having always been trying to come to him rather than avoid him. Now he had to reach the far end of the battlefield fast, had to disrupt whatever was forming before it finished.

High-intensity attacks launched from both hands simultaneously — holy energy from one, light and lightning fused from the other, the combination hitting the forming mass from multiple angles at once. The attacks had an effect. Chunks of the grotesque amalgamation came apart, sections of it nearly fully corrupted falling away, the formation visibly slowed.

But it kept going.

CRACK! ZZZAP! BOOM! BOOM!

Above him, a spear of concentrated holy energy and light element was forming — growing larger with each passing second, feeding from his output, building toward something that would hit harder than anything he’d thrown so far in this battle.

At the same time, he pushed Leximancy.

"Stop."

The word hit the forming mass, and the whole thing shuddered, its progress halting for half a second before resuming. He said it again. Another half-second pause. The delay was real but small, barely enough to matter against something operating at this scale — yet every fraction of a second mattered right now.

Using it continuously was taxing in a way that surprised him slightly. Not dangerous, but real, a drain that stacked alongside everything else he was running simultaneously.

His clone moved on the opposite side of the mass, the holy energy he’d been holding back throughout the entire battle finally unleashed. A matching attack built in the clone’s hands — same energy, same intent, the two of them coordinating without a single word because they were the same mind reading the same situation from two different angles.

Both attacks connected simultaneously.

BOOOOOOM! CRAAAASH!

A massive section of the amalgamating mass came apart — chunks of it raining down across the battlefield in pieces, the grotesque fusion interrupted mid-process across a huge area. But it wasn’t dead. Couldn’t be yet. Inside the collapsing outer sections, he could detect them — countless individual cores, still intact, still moving with deliberate direction, pressing toward each other with the specific intent of something that had a plan and was still executing it.

Merging. Trying to pull all the cores into a single point.

Leon pushed harder.

"Stop. Stop. Stop."

Each word bought another half-second. Each attack tore away another section of the forming body. He and the clone worked in alternating rhythm, one attacking while the other recovered for the next strike, the pattern continuous and relentless.

The mass fought back. It wasn’t passive — multiple times it reached for him, extensions of the grotesque amalgamation lunging outward with speed that shouldn’t have been possible for something that size, trying to engulf him entirely, to add his mass to its own.

Each time, Leon read the movement through his spatial awareness and was somewhere else by the time it arrived, the spatial element carrying him clear with the precise efficiency of someone who had learned exactly how much room he needed and never wasted a centimeter more.

Then it happened.

The cores finished merging.

He felt it the moment it completed — a sudden, sharp compression of energy at the center of the mass, everything that had been distributed across hundreds of thousands of individual beasts collapsing into a single point. The grotesque outer body shrank dramatically as a result, condensing from what might have become several kilometers of nightmare into an entity measuring only several hundred meters.

Smaller. But fundamentally different.

His attacks hit its surface and did nothing.

No penetration. No disruption. The holy energy, the light, the lightning — all of it simply stopped at the surface, the merged core’s density too high for his current output to push through meaningfully.

Leon went still for exactly one moment, reading what he was dealing with.

The threat he was feeling from it — from both his instincts and the pressure his awareness was registering against his senses — put it close to Ethereal Initiate rank. Not identical, not a clean match, but in that territory. The merging process had converted the combined strength of hundreds of thousands of beasts into something that operated at a categorically different level from anything that the horde had individually.

he thought, already shifting his approach.

The spear still forming above him had been building throughout the entire sequence — holy energy and light element compressing and concentrating, growing denser with every second he’d been feeding it. It was considerably larger now than when he’d started it.

He looked at the merged entity below, at the several-hundred-meter mass of consolidated corruption that had shrugged off everything he’d thrown at it so far, and felt the particular calm that came from having faced worse and knowing exactly what he still had available to give.

he thought simply.

The merged entity screamed.

Not like a beast. Not like anything with a single throat or a single source — thousands of voices compressed into one body, all of them screaming simultaneously through the same grotesque mouth, the sound tearing across the battlefield in a wave that made soldiers cover their ears and grit their teeth against it.

RRRRAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

The sound alone was a weapon. Several soldiers near the front stumbled, the resonance of it hitting something deeper than hearing, vibrating in the chest and behind the eyes. Even some of the stronger fighters flinched at the raw wrongness of it — thousands of individual death cries merged into a single continuous shriek that didn’t stop, didn’t waver, just kept pouring out of the several-hundred-meter mass of consolidated corruption like something that had been waiting a very long time to be this loud.

Leon didn’t flinch.

He looked at the entity with the same steady attention he’d been giving it since the merger was completed, reading it, calculating, letting the scream exist around him without letting it become a distraction.

Above him, the spear had reached a size that was drawing attention from everyone still standing on the battlefield — coalition soldiers, his clone, even the entity itself, which had turned whatever served as its primary sensory surface toward the building construct above with an awareness that suggested it understood what was coming.

It should be afraid.

The spear was enormous now — holy energy and pure light element fused together at a density he’d been building toward for the last several minutes, every bit of output he hadn’t spent on the Leximancy or the disruption attacks going directly into this single construct. The light coming off it was different from the sword he’d dropped at the start of the battle — less broad, more concentrated, the glow tighter and more intense for it, a brightness that came from compression rather than expansion.

It pulsed above him like a second sun that had decided to become a weapon.

On the other side of the entity, his clone was doing the same thing.

The holy energy construct the clone had been building since the merger completed was smaller — the clone’s reserves were more limited, its recovery slower — but it carried the same fundamental quality, the same purifying intent compressed into physical form. Where Leon’s spear was an overwhelming force, the clone’s was precision, shaped to punch through resistance rather than obliterate everything around it.

Two attacks. Two angles. No escape route between them.

The entity seemed to understand this. Its screaming intensified — the thousands of merged voices finding new registers, new pitches, the sound fracturing into harmonics that overlapped and clashed against each other in ways that made the air around it visibly distort.

RRRAAAAAAHHH! RRRAAAAAAHHH! RRRAAAAAAHHH!

It lashed out again, desperate extensions of its grotesque mass reaching for Leon from multiple directions simultaneously, the movements faster and more erratic than before — the behavior of something that had gone from confident to cornered without a clean transition point between the two states.

Leon stepped aside from every one of them without breaking his focus on the spear above, spatial awareness tracking each extension and feeding his body the information it needed to not be there when they arrived. Left. Back. Up. Down. The pattern was irregular enough that simple prediction wouldn’t work, but his awareness didn’t need to predict — it simply knew, the information arriving in real time with enough lead time to act on.

The spear was finished building.

He looked across at his clone, the shared mind confirming the same thing from the other side — both attacks ready, both angles set, the timing aligned without needing a single word between them.

The entity screamed louder, as if it could feel what was coming through the air itself.

Both attacks were launched simultaneously.