130, Ding, Password Correct, Strategy Successful!

Thinking again of the moment she had just been protected, the corners of Lina's lips lifted slightly. She reopened her sky-blue eyes and swept them toward the black mist. There, the Mech Warrior was desperately resisting Rimuru's frenzied assault of devouring power. Amid the alternating flashes of lightning and blackness, the most crucial thing was the repulsion field from the Arsenal Nation that could isolate everything.

That absolute protection kept forcing Rimuru to consume magic power again and again, yet he still could not push the black mist forward even half a step—every time Rimuru broke through a little, the Arsenal Nation would instantly replenish the energy without the slightest delay. Trying to outlast the Arsenal Nation's reserves was simply courting death...

With an almost imperceptible smile, she parted her small lips and, for once, used her own voice to say something ordinary. "Need help?"

Words of Power Users did not like speaking, not because they could not speak, but because even without issuing any "command"...

Their ordinary words could still accidentally harm others.

Her crisp voice transformed into magic power and poured through the entire world. Rimuru's figure faintly condensed out of the black mist. Just as he was about to speak, she had already turned toward the Mech Warrior.

"Shield, disappear."

Boom! A strange sensation of tearing suddenly erupted through the air. Gear-like entities emerged across layer after layer of worlds—this world within the Holmes God Realm had finally begun to crumble under the successive erosion of Blood Moon, the Arsenal Nation, and all kinds of domains and powers.

The next moment, the Arsenal Nation's protection finally vanished briefly before Rimuru's eyes. Though slightly surprised, he did not hesitate. He manipulated the black mist to burst forth at maximum speed, sending the Mech Warrior flying with a whoosh