The Clock Tower's End Has Come (Continued)

He once said, "Things shouldn't happen more than three times."

Since the other side dared to come to his doorstep and commit violence, he wouldn't stop until he taught the Department of Law, the Department of Astromancy, and other guys who were involved, as well as the Clock Tower, an unforgettable lesson.

That's why he came here in person this time.

Because the idiot who orchestrated this incident was unaware that the plan had completely failed, he was still in the Department of Law's office, which was also his own Magic Workshop.

Furthermore, this place is located beneath the British Museum, one of the largest projects painstakingly built by the Department of Law. Its defenses, various Magecraft dolls, and familiars are endless. In addition, it has a large supply of Mana Furnace, making its defense level comparable to that of Reality Marble.

So the moment Rovey appeared, several autonomous puppets that were waiting there sprang into action. They raised their weapons or unleashed Magecraft to attack Rovey together, but this was hardly a problem for Rovey, who had anticipated it.

With a gentle lift of his hand, the Magecraft of the Golden System condensed and took shape in his palm. He then activated it instantly. In an instant, every joint of the puppet's body that was affected by him seemed to age instantly, constantly making "crackling" sounds, and then turning into a pile of discarded parts scattered on the ground.

Several Magus responsible for the defense of the base noticed the anomaly and immediately came over. However, before they could even see who it was, golden dust and pink petals flashed before their eyes. The next moment, Rovey's figure appeared behind them and continued searching through one building after another.

The Magus behind them, however, seemed to be possessed, each brandishing their weapons and stabbing at their companions. In an instant, blood spurted out, and they collapsed to the ground as if they had lost their souls. Only at the very last moment did the petals reflected in their pupils slowly dissipate.

"What on earth is this thing?!"

Some members of the Department of Law, who were also stationed at the Defense Department of Law but hadn't gone out with the Magus, began to tremble uncontrollably after witnessing this horrific scene through their familiars.

They then realized that the being that had come was not one they could afford to offend, so they activated all available defenses without hesitation and hurriedly ran deeper underground.

Although they were responsible for the security of the Department of Law, they were not ignorant fools.

Seeing the aggressive manner of the other side, they knew that at this point, it was necessary for the important figures to make a decision personally.

Their actions were naturally all under Rovey's control.

Rovey had known about them ever since they started spying on him, or rather, the reason he hadn't killed these terrified Magus outright was precisely because of this.

Now every doorway has been blocked by his Angel Summoning, and no one can get out.

He then began to dominate the scene, killing every familiar and Magus who stood in his way.

In this situation, once the Magus realizes the difference in strength, he will definitely run away. If he can't escape, he will definitely seek help from those important figures. Since Barthomeloi is not here, there are only a few important figures left at the Department of Law's residence.

And their target happens to be the other person.

It's much more convenient to have someone guide you than to fight your way down layer by layer to find someone.

Only in this way can it be considered a one-time solution that provides a permanent solution.

"--"

Raising his head, he glanced at all the Magecraft barriers that had been activated one after another in front of him, but Rovey's eyes remained as expressionless as ever.

Although breaking these barriers won't take long, and the attacking familiars are just grunts, those Magus have already gone deeper underground and have even concealed their whereabouts. If we are delayed here, we might lose them.

That wouldn't be fun.

So Rovey didn't waste any time, and simply conjured a light gun in his palm and slammed it heavily onto the floor.

Boom!

Boom!!

Rumble!!!

With a series of loud bangs, and with a few quick movements, the floor beneath Rovey's feet was shattered four layers deep. Finally, when Rovey landed on the lowest floor, he stopped his violent breaching of the door.

He then looked around and discovered that the Magecraft barriers here were even more sophisticated. It turned out that the group of Magus had also considered the possibility of being tracked and had used magic to conceal themselves.

However, this was not a problem for him.

It's just a petty trick; since we've seen it, we can just crush it.

Clatter!

He snapped his fingers lightly, and golden ripples spread out behind him. From the Gate of Babylon, Beowulf's Ashen Hound was summoned, with the Chains of Heaven tied to its end.

"Follow the scent we just heard and kill them."

Then, at his command, the crimson Ashen Hound began their pursuit, while the Chains of Heaven extended infinitely behind them, carrying Rovey to find the location of the Magus.

After several turns, the Ashen Hound's speed increased, a sign that he was getting closer to his target. Soon, under the desperate gazes of the Magus, the Ashen Hound swiftly pierced their chests, ending their hopes of survival.

Just a few hundred meters away from them was the highest-ranking office of the Department of Law, and they died on their way there.

Found it.

In three minutes, Rovey fought his way from the first floor of the Department of Law to the last floor and found his destination.

This speed is something that no one else could achieve.

However, his rampage up there had clearly alarmed all the Magus on all the levels.

At this moment, they gathered here in the shortest possible time, each one on high alert, with countless familiars before their eyes, clearly prepared for a desperate fight.

"--"

Seeing this, Rovey still didn't say anything more.

He simply snapped his fingers, just like Gilgamesh, summoning countless Noble Phantasm that were aimed at the Magus in front of him, thus beginning a new round of unstoppable attacks.

The Magus, in a frenzy, launched their attacks, unleashing a barrage of Camael.

However, due to Rovey's own Magic Resistance and the self-regulating defense of the Chains of Heaven, these Magus' ranged attacks were completely ineffective.

When some Magus realize that ranged attacks are ineffective and attempt close combat, Rovey will smash their heads with a single punch, showing them what Jacob's Limbs are.

Even in that brief encounter, his mere presence was a devastating blow to these Magus, creating an insurmountable chasm between them.

However, the Department of Law is ultimately the most progressive subject besides the Department of Modern Magecraft, since it has to deal with all sorts of Magus.

Rovey hadn't expected that they would actually be able to find several heavy machine guns and rocket launchers in the Department of Law and fire them at him.

Da da da da--!!

A series of intense mechanical roars rang out, accompanied by continuous flashes of blue flame. Tens of thousands of powerful bullets engraved with incantations roared from the gun barrels, causing a secondary explosion upon contact. If they entered a living being, they would be blown to pieces.

The two Magus operating the machine guns grinned maniacally, shouting as they did so.

"Times have changed!!"

However, Rovey soon showed them through his actions.

What does it mean that times haven't changed?

Because this is the lowest level, the space isn't very open. Seeing them bring out heavy machine guns and cannons, Rovey unceremoniously moved the remaining King's Cannon from the Gate of Babylon here, then aimed, loaded, and fired them.

Several golden laser beams roared out from the massive cannon gate, their terrifying speed leaving no room for evasion in the confined space. The bullets fired by these Magus were like pebbles under the impact of the King Gilgamesh, instantly shattered and swallowed up.

Finally, the golden beam of light landed precisely in their formation, and in an instant, it exploded, instantly vaporizing all the Magus, including their familiars, and shattering their last line of defense.

The caliber is what defines justice.

Babylon technology was awe-inspiring.

Then, Rovey arrived at the last door, which was covered in blood, and ignored the restrictions on the door, kicking the office door open.

The interior was dimly lit, with only the light from the overhead chandelier barely enough to make out what was inside.

An elderly man with white hair sat in a chair, his expression somewhat desolate. He looked at Rovey as he entered and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"You've arrived..."

"The intruder—no, it should be called the evil god who disrupted all stability."

His gaze toward Rovey was filled with anger, but even more so with a sense of helplessness.

Seeing this, Rovey frowned slightly. He realized something was wrong, but he still didn't say anything. He just glanced at the old man in front of him, since in his eyes the man was already dead.

Then he went into the room, wanting to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

Bang!

The door behind him closed automatically the moment he stepped into the room.

"Hahahaha!!"

Immediately afterward, the old man sitting in the chair suddenly changed his expression, a mocking smile spreading across his face.

"You've been tricked, you evil god."

He suddenly stood up from his chair, his expression one of pure joy, a stark contrast to his previous dejected state.

"Now you'll experience the power of the Department of Law! Forbidden spell activated! Great barrier opened! Drain all the magic from this place, and from the entire Leyline!!"

With his command, an ancient and massive Magecraft ritual rose directly beneath their feet, finally being activated after a long wait.

--Boom!!

A heavy sound began to resound, and the next moment, the room began to spin. Complex patterns began to rise from the walls and the floor, which were arrangements of Magecraft runes. Soon, an invisible force began to act on the room, draining the magic power within, and even the magic power on Rovey's body was rapidly disappearing.

Looking around, Rovey realized that this was not an office at all, but the ruins of an ancient site, or rather, Sealing Designation location.

No wonder.

How could the Department of Law's office be on the lowest floor?

Their goal from the beginning was to lure him here, and then use the Age of Gods ruins collected by the Department of Law to restrict him and imprison him here.

The old man in front of me actually came with the intention of taking everyone down with him.

Because this is a technique that results in mutual destruction.

The magic power within Rovey's body was rapidly draining away, while the old man in front of him, having prepared in advance and carrying many magical ores, would not be completely drained.

He looked at Rovey before him and sighed, "I never imagined that gods truly exist. Although I don't know how you reached this level, you truly deserve to be called a reincarnation of a god in this era. If it weren't for the Age of Gods relics unearthed in the Celtic Spirit Tomb, no one in the Clock Tower could have stopped you. If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have become your enemy, but now it's too late..."

"For doing such a thing and causing such losses, Barthomeloi will never forgive me. Since that's the case, then I'll use my last remaining value to obtain the final treasure for the Department of Law! A Magus who has reached the divine realm, a god of True Magic —as long as I can keep you in the Department of Law, all sacrifices are worthwhile! This is my pride!!"

The old man spoke while revealing a cold smile, "Using my life to seal a god, such an achievement is probably worthy of being recorded in epics, isn't it?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Thinking of this, the old Magus's smile grew even brighter:

"The so-called gods are nothing but relics of the past, and they have been defeated by our Department of Law! Now it belongs to humanity, it belongs to the Magus!"

He was laughing loudly, but he was also already prepared for death.

After all, this ruin would indiscriminately absorb all existing magic and life, and from the moment he entered, he never thought he could leave alive.

Only--

The next moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

After all--

Why am I not dead yet?

This question arose in his mind.

The old Magus turned his head, and then his gaze froze.

Instead of weakening, Rovey, who should have been continuously absorbing magical energy, stepped forward and almost instantly appeared in front of him. He then looked down at him and coldly said:

"Clown, what are you doing?"

Before this old man could even grasp the situation, a cylindrical red longsword appeared in Rovey's hand in the next instant.

Then, with a slight rotation of the blade on it, a crimson gale instantly tore apart the so-called mythical ruins.

The barrier was destroyed, everything shattered, and the old Magus, who had been laughing wildly, collapsed to the ground, his face filled with terror.

Only now did he realize that his actions just now, and the trump card he was so proud of, were nothing more than a dispensable toy in the eyes of his opponent.

He struggled desperately, but his strength was far too weak. His body offered no resistance as Rovey grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, asking, "You think you can dance?"

The cold voice slowly came, stimulating every nerve in his brain. The absolute suppression amplified his inner fear. In his final moments, he mustered his last bit of courage and shouted.

"You, you can't kill me! Such a shocking massacre has occurred in the Department of Law. The Department of Law, the Clock Tower, and even the entire Mage's Association will not let you off the hook! As soon as this news gets out, you and Chaldea will be relentlessly hunted down by the Magecraft World!"

"Oh? You still expect the Clock Tower and the Mage's Association to avenge you?"

Upon hearing this, Rovey didn't say anything, only gave a cold laugh, then released his grip, letting the old man fall. Immediately afterwards, he raised the Ea in his hand and began to infuse it with his own magic.

The next moment, a beam of red light shot into the sky, accompanied by a howling crimson gale, piercing through the ground of the Clock Tower and creating a dark red storm in the sky above London.

At that very moment, a very ominous premonition arose in the heart of the old Magus who had collapsed to the ground.

"What... what are you going to do?"

He asked the question, his voice trembling.

"It's nothing, I just wanted you to look, to look carefully."