Madara Uchiha was half-kneeling on the broken ground, clenching his teeth together, making a tooth-piercing friction sound. His facial muscles were twisted together due to extreme pain, and the veins on his forehead popped out, making him look extremely ferocious.
An invisible, irresistible and huge force tightly restrained every inch of his joints, making it impossible for him to even lift his fingers. In his body, the originally docile chakra was now like a wild horse, becoming violent and completely uncontrollable. His Mental World was experiencing a tragic offensive and defensive battle.
"Why hasn't it been done yet? How long will it take?" Set held a long magic staff with a faint light flowing through it. He kept chanting obscure spells to weaken Madara's will, and turned around and asked a little anxiously.
"I didn't expect this guy's willpower to be so strong to such a perverted level," Sasha lowered his head and glanced at the flickering Command Spells on his arm, and retorted through gritted teeth.
The mark representing the contract Authority seemed to be on the verge of condensation, but with Madara's frantic resistance like a trapped animal, it kept dissipating and reappearing, and was never able to complete its final shape.
"We don't have much time to waste here," Set said in a low tone, revealing an undeniable severity. "The situation outside is deteriorating unpredictably every second. No one knows when and how the legendary 'Legendary Arcanist' will appear in front of us."
"Do you think I don't want to hurry up?!" Sasha's eyes were bloodshot. She squeezed the magic power in Magic Circuits to the extreme, trying to forcefully break through Madara's Sea of Consciousness defense line with violence.
However, the man known as "Uchiha Ghost" has the arrogance and will in his bones like a rock that lasts forever, refusing to surrender to any existence.
"You... just... just... dream... over there..." Madara reluctantly opened his red eyes filled with destructive aura, spitting out blood foam from his mouth, and sneered, "Those who have delusions... control me... will all die..."
Sasha felt disturbed, and she was hesitating whether to use the "Lesser Command Spell" that could kill one thousand enemies and damage eight hundred. The magic system she chose was derived from Master-Servant Contract in <Fate/Zero>, and was essentially a very high-level branch of the summoner system.
Sasha can forcibly transform the strong men defeated on this battlefield into his own "Servant" and summon them in future battles. But this system has a fatal shortcoming: Servant is not cold. Puppets, they have independent wisdom and will. Once the three Command Spellss in Sasha's hands, which represent absolute coercive power, are exhausted, she will most likely be backlashed by these proud Servants on the spot, and she will end up miserable.
When the situation reached a stalemate, Set snorted coldly and took out a medicine bottle containing a light blue transparent liquid from his arms.
"This debt will be written on your head later," Set said, casually splashing the potion around Madara. A strange and fragrant smoke instantly enveloped everyone, and crazily penetrated into Madara's body along his breathing holes.
Madara, who was struggling fiercely, suddenly stiffened, and he felt that his mental barrier that was strong enough to resist Genjutsu was rapidly dissolving. Sasha keenly captured the collapse of the difficulty of the contract, as if Madara's steely will instantly turned into softness around his fingers at this moment.
"Thank you!" Sasha didn't bother to ask about the origin of this bottle of potion. Taking advantage of the moment when Madara was in a trance, he quickly completed Soul Imprint, successfully incorporating this Shinobi World's peak combat power into his Servant sequence.
"Move quickly, join together!" Set put away his long staff and led Sasha to quickly find Tobias and Michelle who were on high alert. Beside them, stood a man with dark skin and arms completely covered by liquid metal - Kingsley.
"Are you ready?" Set looked at Kingsley, and after receiving a brief nod, he waved his staff without warning. The sky suddenly burst into a ferocious space gap, and a huge magic tower exuding ancient majesty suddenly descended and firmly rooted on the earth.
"Compared to the last time we met, the performance of your magic tower seems to have improved to another level," Kingsley commented.
Set glanced at him angrily and led everyone quickly into the tower. In the class sequence of <Warcraft Universe>, only Arcanist who has reached Fifth Tier - also known as Demigod - is qualified to build such a magnificent magic tower.
. And Set, who has now entered the Sixth Tier position and is close to a god in terms of life level, has naturally carried out all-round war reinforcements on his home base.
"Aina (Aina), open the remote jump gate immediately. The target is the dead planet at the edge of this star system! The energy supply is running at full capacity, there is no need to consider losses!" Set ordered in a deep voice.
This magic Tower Spirit, which he named "Aina", has a voice that is surprisingly similar to Sasha. This almost perverted bad taste made everyone's attention become extremely subtle.
However, this embarrassment did not last long. A few seconds later, Aina's cold and calm voice echoed in the tower, "Master, the transmission mission failed. The system detected that the entire planet's low-Earth orbit has been completely blocked by a high-dimensional powerful barrier, and all spatial displacement coordinate points have been forcibly locked, making it impossible to jump."
"Sure enough, that monster wouldn't leave such an obvious loophole." Set cursed in a low voice. He had already guessed that it would be an almost impossible task to escape through space under the nose of a competent Legendary Arcanist.
"This is an expected failure," Tobias said. As a practitioner of Haki System, his perception came into play at this moment. "This is why we need Kingsley to join. Using your magic pool and his 'Technomagic', we may be able to forcefully open a small hole."
Set shook his head, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. "That's too slow. I have a more violent method in my hand, but the price is that each of you will owe me a large sum Samsara Points."
"How much specifically?" Michelle asked with some vigilance.
"Thirty thousand points." Set lion opened his mouth.
"Are you crazy?!" Michelle cried out. For most Reincarnators, this is almost the entire wealth accumulated in several worlds.
"Do you think breaking through the domain blockade of a Eighth Tier expert is just child's play?" Set sneered, "And I only charge you for energy loss, and all labor fees are free."
"Stop talking nonsense, what on earth is it?" Tobias interrupted everyone's doubts. He knew very well that every second was consuming their probability of survival.
Set took a deep breath and slowly spit out four words: "Titan Weapon." That was a treasure from the creation god <Warcraft Universe>.
The legendary Titans Giants master the ultimate secret of shaping the original matter of the universe, and their control over Arcane Energy is far beyond human imagination. In order to activate this damaged sacred object, Set paid an unimaginable price.
In the end, under the threat of death, everyone had no choice but to sign the magical contract that not only included the transfer of points, but also had strict sealing clauses.
With the explosion of Titan Power, the entire magic tower erupted with violent vibrations that could make Annihilation stars. They actually tore a gap in the restriction of Legendary Arcanist, instantly crossed the 17.8 light-year sea of stars, and landed on a desolate broken star on the edge of the planetary system.
As soon as he landed, Kingsley started moving like a demon. Each of his fingers split into thousands of slender tentacles in an instant and plunged crazily into the planet's crust. As he activated his "technological magic", rock formations with a radius of hundreds of kilometers began to transform into luminous metal at a speed visible to the naked eye. He alone was like a self-sufficient industrial civilization running at high speed.
"How long will it take to build an escape spacecraft?" Set anxiously looked at the magic tower's declining energy indicator.
"Two hours."
"How long will it take before I give you the core authority to open the energy pool of the Magic Tower?"
The processing chip in Kingsley's body is running at high speed. "If there is this level of energy blessing, it can be formed within fifteen minutes."
However, because Set had to reserve life-saving energy to deal with sudden battles, the two sides finally anchored the time at forty-five minutes. Sasha looked at his busy companions, and suddenly felt an unprecedented bitterness and regret in his heart.
As a magician who chose a partial system in order to take shortcuts, although she had a combat power rating of Sixth Tier, the magic power reserve in her body was so poor that it was not as good as an ordinary Third Tier mage. In this high-end game of life and death, she found that she could hardly help at all.
Just as this group of Reincarnators were racking their brains and struggling to support themselves for this glimmer of hope, a gentle and plain voice, without any human emotion, suddenly sounded in this dead vacuum.
"What a bunch of... energetic and fun little guys."
Everyone turned around in horror as if they were being attacked by Lightning Strike. They saw a young man wearing a mysterious arcane robe and eyes as bright as stars, quietly suspended in mid-air a few meters above the ground. The pressure that seemed to emanate from the origin of the universe instantly made them almost unable to breathe.
At that moment, there was only one almost desperate thought in everyone's mind:
That Legendary Arcanist is still waiting for them there after all.