Can't Beat Them, So Summon a God

[Warning, only 3% energy remaining, system will automatically shut down in fifteen seconds...]

"Cancel overload mode!" Hearing the prompt in his mind, Lynn said without hesitation.

It had been a full five days since the intelligent system shut down last time with no news. Lynn absolutely did not want to experience that again. The consecutive battles had also depleted nearly ninety percent of the Magic Power within his body.

However, despite this disparity, a smile tugged at the corner of Lynn's lips, because he had already gained the initiative in the battle!

As a taboo in modern warfare, White Phosphorus's terror, besides its ability to burn everything and its inextinguishable nature, was most importantly its dreadful toxicity!

It was precisely because of this that he had specially sent White Dove and Joanne away, and during the battle, he had instructed everyone to hold their breath, all to prevent them from dying from poisoning...

But it was different when fighting Antioch. The large-scale [White Phosphorus - Fireball] and [Flame Demon Hand] were all intended to fill this enclosed space with poisonous gas!

Close-quarters combat was to deplete Antioch's stamina, guiding the airflow to force the opponent to inhale more poisonous gas!

Considering the time, it should be about right. Even a true humanoid Tyrannosaurus would find it difficult to last this long...

Just as Lynn had thought, Antioch, hiding in his "turtle shell," now felt weakness spreading throughout his body, his head swam, his vision blurred, and the power that had once been abundant seemed to be stripped away from him bit by bit.

What kind of Witchcraft was this?

In an instant, Antioch thought of the Fourth-ring Magic called [Death Harvest], a terrifying Witchcraft that could turn an area into a forbidden zone for living people in mere seconds.

But if the opponent was a Great Wizard, capable of casting Fourth-ring Magic, then he would have already died the moment they clashed!

Then it could only be poison!

Antioch immediately thought of this possibility. For example, the Three-ring Magic [Poisonous Domain] could create a large area of yellowish-green poisonous fog, possessing very obvious characteristics...

It was clearly too late to cast a Divine Spell to eliminate the poison now. Lynn would not let go of the enemy's weakest moment, and he immediately pressed all his remaining Magic Power forward!

"[Magic - Barrage]!"

In an instant, a full thirty-six [Magic Missile]s hovered in the air. Lynn even reactivated overload mode for three seconds, rapidly adjusting their trajectories.

Facing Antioch's "turtle shell" tactic, Lynn had no intention of a head-on confrontation. Instead, he chose to use the flexibility of [Magic Missile] to evade the most difficult-to-deal-with [Divine Barrier], attacking from its weak points, and sending this Bishop of Nordland Territory to Hell in one go!

For the first time in twenty-five years, Antioch felt the sensation of death approaching him!

At this critical juncture of life and death, Antioch appeared incredibly calm. He had no doubt that he would perish here today, but before that, he still had one last thing he could do—send this Demon's Follower, who was so young yet had already become a Three-ring Wizard, to Hell!

"Great Lord of Stars, Goddess of Moon, Creator of Earth and Life, your humble servant prays here, and offers this broken body, begging for the projection of the Supreme Lord to descend upon this place..."

Antioch chanted piously and loudly. With each sentence he uttered, his face aged by a year. His skin began to wrinkle, white hair drooped from his forehead to the corners of his eyes, and his voice grew deeper and hoarser...

In a daze, it was as if a sacred song echoed in the enclosed underground space, gradually overpowering Antioch's voice. Soon, the entire space began to vibrate violently.

"Divine... Descent... Technique?" Lynn's soul was terrified, and he squeezed out this phrase from between his teeth.

After arriving in this other world and learning that the Priests of the Holy See wielded true Divine Spells, the thing he feared most and least wanted to face was the Divine Descent Technique!

Beings that could be called Gods, no matter how highly you overestimated them, it wouldn't be too much. Even just a projection that couldn't hold much power would be enough to flick him to death with a single finger!

If you can't beat them, summon a God... Is this still human?

Lynn cursed inwardly, fired the [Magic Missile]s that had already been set on their trajectory, and without even daring to look back to check on Antioch's fate, he unhesitatingly jumped into the swift underground river behind him.

Over thirty [Magic Missile]s followed their predetermined paths, bypassing the sturdy [Divine Barrier] and smashing directly into Antioch, colliding with a mysterious force.

The successive explosions were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The underground space, which had endured countless hardships, rapidly disintegrated!

Massive stone blocks weighing several tons continuously fell from the ceiling, smashing onto the ground and into the river, engulfing everything around them in rolling smoke and dust.

At this moment, Lynn had already been swept into the swift current...

As a landlubber who had lived in the central region of the Federation his entire life, Lynn had no experience swimming. The nearly depleted Magic Power and stamina had stripped him of any possibility of struggling, leaving him to be dragged down by the current...

However, Lynn's face still showed no trace of worry. As a former data archivist, he knew very well how a person who couldn't swim could survive in a strong current.

First, one must remain calm; this is the foundation of everything. Then, one needs to fully utilize the buoyancy of the water itself.

The human body's density is slightly greater than water, but Lynn had held his breath before jumping in. Then, he relaxed his body as much as possible, adjusted his center of gravity, and increased the contact area between his body and the water surface by lying on his back.

This way, as long as he held his breath until he reached a calmer body of water, he would naturally float on the surface.

Based on this theory, Lynn calmly assumed the most standard supine position. Although his body was slowly sinking, he paid no mind, attributing it to the influence of the current. But as he sank deeper and deeper, Lynn began to feel a faint panic.

Could it be that his backstroke posture wasn't standard enough?

"071? What's going on?" Lynn couldn't help but call out in his mind.

The intelligent system's prompt sounded the next moment.

[According to Article 32 of Section VII of the Federation Diving Safety Notice, beginners should not carry heavy objects when practicing diving, sir...]

Lynn looked down at the steel long sword hanging from his waist, and then sank all the way to the bottom of the water...

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