The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 317: The Titans Counterattack (6)

Just because Leon was empowered by flame spirits didn't mean he was locked into fighting the Infernal Titan.

This wasn't a one-on-one duel.

This was a war to the death.

Leon, Ellahan, Manon, and the Sword Saint moved like a four-man boss raid, rotating positions and switching targets without hesitation. When Leon drew aggro, Manon disrupted the backline. When the Sky Titan tried to suppress them, Ellahan countered with terrain control.

When an opening appeared, the Sword Saint's blades filled it instantly.

They weren't four fighters.

They were one formation.

At the start, the gap was as insurmountable as it was obvious. The Titans were clearly stronger.

Every swing from Xiphos shook the battlefield. Every eruption from Pyrrhos melted glaciers into rivers. The Mountain Titan's roots split the earth apart, and the Sky Titan's storms crushed down like divine punishment.

The humans were forced back.

Again. And again.

But they didn't break. Instead, they adapted.

Wind boosted flame. Flame pressured wood. Wood restricted metal. Metal redirected lightning.

Their abilities began to overlap, amplify, and chain together. The more they fought, the tighter their rhythm became. And at the centre of it all… Leon.

His voice cut through the chaos, short and sharp. He shifted positions at the perfect timing, intercepted lethal blows, and created openings with decisive strikes. The others moved the moment he did.

He wasn't just fighting anymore. He was acting as the conductor of this orchestra.

With a roar, Leon stepped in and brought Ascalon down in a blazing arc, cleaving straight through the Mountain Titan's massive branches.

Sacred flames spread instantly, no longer wild, but invasive. They crawled up bark and into the Titan's core like a divine virus.

The Mountain Titan screamed.

Xiphos and Pyrrhos immediately moved to support her—metal fist descending, lava surging. Alas, their vengeance would never reach Leon.

Manon thrust his spear upward, and the wind exploded outward, deflecting molten waves and throwing off the Metal Titan's balance. At the same time, thousands of aura-coated blades rained down from the Sword Saint, forcing both Titans to guard instead of advance.

When the Sky Titan descended in fury, lightning tearing through the air, Ellahan answered.

Roots erupted from the ice, anchoring her allies while tangling the vanguard. At the same time, waves of healing and enhancement spread across the team, restoring stamina and sharpening focus mid-combat.

Their teamwork was terrifying. Individually, they had apparent flaws. Flaws that even other warriors could exploit. But together? They were nigh invincible.

For a moment, it even looked like they had the upper hand.

But the Titans were ancient beings. Their bodies were mountains. Their cores were calamities. Even screaming, even burning, even staggered… They did not fall.

"We won't have the upper hand against them…"

Leon grimly gasped. Unlike the Titans or Amon and Yue, their mana was finite. Even though they were empowered by the spirits, their bodies were still those of mortals. Perhaps Leon and Manon could hold out for slightly longer, but Ellahan and the Sword Saint were clearly showing signs of slowing down.

Ellahan's body wasn't ready for that kind of mana output just yet, while the Sword Saint's age was becoming more apparent as the minutes flew by. If they didn't end it soon, or if Amon and Yue didn't return… it was going to be a losing battle for sure.

But Leon didn't lose hope.

He didn't push the burden upon others, even though he could clearly just hold out and wait for Amon and Yue to return.

Why?

For he was the Hero.

"Spirits… help me…"

Leon closed his eyes.

The battlefield faded. He let the flame spirits pour into him like a broken dam. They surged through his meridians and wrapped around his soul, blazing brighter with every breath. Under his breath, he began chanting the Eighty-One Suns Heart Mantra, each syllable resonating with the Gate to the Spirit Realm behind him.

Mana flooded down in torrents, far beyond what a human body should have been able to contain.

Seven blazing Suns manifested behind him, each one orbited by seven smaller satellite Suns. They revolved in perfect harmony, forming a miniature star system that bathed the battlefield in scorching radiance.

Seven. Forty-nine.

It still wasn't enough.

Leon understood that clearly.

If he wanted to stand against a Titan—if he wanted to kill one—he couldn't remain within the limits of humanity. He had to break through.

The world trembled.

The Gate to the Spirit Realm shook violently as Leon drew even more power from the Origin.

The ice cracked. The sky distorted. The air screamed as he forced mana into pathways never meant to hold such density.

Pyrrhos felt it first. The Infernal Titan's flames wavered.

"No," it growled, its voice like grinding magma.

Its form collapsed inward, condensing into something far more ancient—far more primal.

Fire no longer shaped into a giant. It became the primordial flame itself. Sheets of inferno poured from the heavens and the earth simultaneously as Pyrrhos transformed into a colossal wyrm of living apocalypse.

Its body coiled across the battlefield like a burning mountain range. Its jaw opened wide—vast as a canyon—and lunged forward, intent on swallowing Leon whole before he could complete his ascent.

But someone stepped forward.

Aluria.

Leon's mother did not hesitate. Oceanic divinity surged from her as she thrust both hands forward. The frozen sea behind the battlefield shattered—and rose.

A tsunami. An entire wall of ocean crashed into the flaming wyrm, steam exploding outward as water and primordial fire collided.

The impact did not stop Pyrrhos… But it slowed it.

Enough for Leon to complete his transformation.

Within the storm of steam and flame, Leon's aura detonated.

An eighth Sun ignited. The Seven became Eight. The Forty-Nine satellites reshaped, expanding and multiplying until sixty-four smaller Suns orbited their greater stars.

The system stabilised into perfect symmetry.

Eight Suns. Sixty-Four satellites.

Such was the true terror of the Eighty-One Suns Heart Mantra.

With every Sun born, Leon's power did not merely increase… it multiplied.

"Eighty-one suns… It's not possible in this body."

As Leon reached sixty-four suns, a flash of understanding came into his mind. He knew the Eighty-One Suns Heart Mantra better than anyone. It was already hard enough to reach Nine Suns alone. But to gain the power of Eight-One Suns… Leon needed a different body entirely.

One that could only be obtained… by swallowing the primordial flame.

"Looks like we're fated to fight."

Leon glared at Pyrrhos, who was the living embodiment of fire itself. If Leon accepted its divinity, he could finally ascend to the final threshold.

"Human… you're full of yourself."

Pyrrhos was never the talkative kind. But this time, Leon's statement ignited a flame in its heart. It wasn't the passing of the torch from the old gods to the new. It was an uprising.

On the other side of the battlefield, the other Titans were also feeling tense.

Leon's sudden ascension proved one thing… the humans were gradually encroaching on their level.

If they remained complacent, if they dared to look down on them… the humans would swallow them whole.

And that's why…

The Titans looked at their counterparts as rage swelled within their souls. Against the monsters that dared to covet their thrones… they will unleash hell.

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Deep within the Necropolis, far below the battlefield, far beyond the reach of moonlight, Yue moved.

The halls were vast and silent, carved from ancient stone that had never known warmth. She glided through them with controlled urgency. Every instinct urged her to rush to Amon's family, to tear down anything in her path.

But this was the enemy's territory.

Impatience meant death.

Fortunately, the Necropolis's greatest defence had already fallen. The pervasive spatial distortion that once twisted corridors into endless labyrinths had vanished the moment Amon sealed Agos inside his own dimension.

With the Titan King gone, the architecture of space had stabilised.

And that made all the difference.

Yue extended her senses. In an instant, she located them.

Three life signatures—faint, suspended, but unharmed.

And another presence beside them. One that remained cold, watchful and unmoving.

A few residual traps activated as she crossed deeper thresholds—fractures in space meant to sever limbs, collapsing corridors designed to exile intruders into pocket voids—but they unravelled before they could even complete their formation.

Yue's fingers brushed the air, and spacetime folded obediently.

In terms of spatial mastery, only the Titan King had ever surpassed her. And he was no longer here. With Agos sealed, no mechanism within the Necropolis could truly bar her path.

It did not take long before she reached the final chamber.

The doors parted silently.

Inside, three figures lay upon a raised stone platform, perfectly still—as though frozen in a painting.

No wounds. No signs of torture. Their breathing absent, yet their vitality intact. They were in stasis, as time had been paused around them.

Yue exhaled softly in relief.

Undoing the stasis would not be difficult for her. It would require focus, careful unwinding of temporal threads—but nothing beyond her capability. It would, however, take time. Time, the fourth presence in the room, had no intention of granting.

Yue's gaze shifted.

Beside the stone platform stood a woman with tanned skin, a simple cloth blindfold gently wrapped over her eyes. Her robes were plain, her posture calm. She resembled a quiet nun—someone who might spend her days in prayer rather than conflict.

Yue's eyes hardened. She recognised that aura instantly. The rebirth of the Titan of Life. The very being who had triggered the Sixth Calamity in Yue's previous life. The architect of devastation. The one who had reduced continents to graveyards.

Of all the Titans, she was the one Yue guarded against the most.

And now, she stood between Yue and Amon's family.

The Herald.

"Agnosia."

"Yue Elune."