The three High-Rank Demigod- level magical beasts were all killed. Although there were still more than forty Demigod magical beasts left, they were actually not worth mentioning because these magical beasts had almost no intelligence and were incapable of uniting together.
The strongest individual monster among them was only at the Mid-Rank Demigod level. The Grand Elder alone could easily defeat it, let alone being surrounded and attacked by so many Demigod. It wouldn't last long and wouldn't cause any damage to Logo and the others.
As a result, the cleanup operation proceeded very smoothly in the following period, and the magical power of the Golden Star was declining drastically every moment.
As the last Demigod beast perished amidst its mournful roar, the hunter forces, already fully prepared, began their operation, and the territory of the Golden Kingdom expanded rapidly.
Planet Oklo.
Holy Sword Academy.
The Holy Sword Academy, once reduced to ruins, has been revitalized in the past few years. Various buildings have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and energetic young people stroll around the campus, exchanging cultivation tips, chatting about which cafeteria to eat in, which window has the most delicious food, and where to sit for the best view of pretty girls.
Inside a brand new building in the Sea Lake Villa District.
In the living room, Mona, dressed in casual home clothes, sat quietly on the sofa, her chest full, clearly indicating that her child was not hungry. She held a hardcover book in her hand, and on the coffee table in front of her was a steaming cup of brownish-green beverage, exuding the charm of an intellectual and elegant young woman.
The sound of slippers scraping the floor came from behind, accompanied by sleepy yawns. A moment later, Zyra, wearing light, thin pants, plopped down next to Mona and naturally wrapped her arms around the latter's slender waist like a giant sloth, earning a reproachful look from Mona.
"Why are you up so early? You two were making such a ruckus last night, I thought you were going to sleep until noon again..." Mona said, turning her head with a half-smile.
Zyra stubbornly retorted, "Anyway, I'm not tired. Lancelot is the one who should be tired."
"Really? Then how come I heard someone say last night that her back was almost broken?" Mona added insult to injury.
Seeing that she couldn't win an argument with her best friend, Zyra resorted to physical tactics, burying her face in Mona's broad bosom. The soft, tender sensation on her cheeks and the elegant fragrance that instantly filled her nostrils made Zyra let out a muffled sigh of satisfaction.
Mona blushed and pushed Zyra away. Although she could argue with Zyra, the latter always managed to do things that made her blush, and in the end, Mona usually lost.
It just goes to show that when it comes to shamelessness, whoever has the thickest skin is right.
If you don't have any shame at all, that's even better; you can enjoy life ahead of time.
Ding ding ding~!!
The crisp sound of an old-fashioned doorbell rang out. Just as Zyra was about to get up to open the door, Mona stopped her.
The latter pointed to her chest. Zyra already had a stunning figure, and the semi-transparent tulle couldn't hide any details, revealing quite a few areas. In the past, Zyra wouldn't have cared, but since confirming her relationship with Lancelot, she didn't want outsiders to get a glimpse of her. When Mona pointed, she immediately understood, walked to the side, and prepared to go inside to change her clothes at any time.
Mona stood up, straightened her collar which had been disheveled by Zyra, and opened the door.
A bird flew outside the door, but its pupils gleamed with intelligence. Seeing the door open, it asked respectfully, "Is this Mr. Lancelot's home?"
Mona nodded. "It's his house. What's wrong?"
"There's a top-secret package for Mr. Lancelot here, which requires his signature," said the courier.
"Is that so..." Before Mona could say anything, Zyra, who had been hiding to the side, rushed into the bedroom, reached out and unceremoniously pulled back the covers, grabbed the still-sleeping man, and then, with an over-the-shoulder throw, tossed the sleepy-eyed Lancelot to the front door.
An ordinary person would have fallen to the ground, but Lancelot's fighting instincts were ingrained in his bones. He could react naturally even in complex battlefield situations, let alone in such a simple situation. While still in mid-air, his body was already in a landing position, and his brain was fully awakened.
When Lancelot finally landed, apart from wearing only a pair of shorts, there was nothing unusual about him. He even naturally put his arm around the lady's waist. The familiar way he did it was almost exactly the same as what Zyra had done earlier, which naturally earned him a reproachful look from Mona, but she didn't slap his hand away.
Due to their different races, the bird deliveryman had no reaction to Lancelot's unusual attire, just as a human would view a bird wearing clothes.
"I am Lancelot. Are you delivering package code F521?"
"Yes, we need you to align your soul wavelength, life rhythm, and 102-bit numerical password." The courier took out a silver-gray metal box, its surface engraved with dense Magic Runes, clearly the work of a spellcaster.
In reality, this box is a magical type of safe, similar in function to a technological safe, but with a more fantastical twist.
Lancelot entered the corresponding password and scanned the soul wavelength and life rhythm; a green light flashed across the surface of the silver-gray metal box.
The courier breathed a sigh of relief. Every time it delivered such high-value items, it was always on edge, not daring to be careless in the slightest. The mental pressure it felt was indescribable. If there was a next time, it... would most likely still accept the order, after all, the commission was higher.
"This time back in Void City, I'm definitely going to spend a lot of Star Wheel and enjoy myself," the bird courier muttered to himself. After signing for the package, he spread his wings and soared into the sky.
"I didn't even realize how strong this bird was. When did deliverymen become so cunning?" Zyra emerged from the corner, arms crossed, and muttered.
Lancelot turned around, clutching the box, and explained, "A courier who can traverse dimensional barriers can't be weak."
"Hmm? Dimensional crystal wall, what does that mean?" Zyra slightly taken aback, Mona also quietly opened her bright eyes and looked over.
Lancelot didn't answer. He sat on the sofa, placed the metal box on the coffee table, and opened it. First, a burst of magical Radiance shone out, followed by the opening of the box, which resembled a dark well. Faint spatial fluctuations emanated from it, indicating that the box was an object with its own storage space.
Reaching out, Lancelot rummaged inside the box for a moment and pulled out something that looked like a red glass bead.
Zyra leaned closer, stretched out her slender, long fingers, poked the glass bead, and asked curiously, "What is this?"
"A cursed bomb!" Lancelot said casually.
"??"
Zyra subtly withdrew her fingers, shielding Mona in front of her, and angrily rebuked with raised eyebrows. "You brought something so dangerous into the house?"
"Don't worry, this thing can't kill Demigod."
"That's dangerous, isn't it? What if it explodes? The house would be gone!"
"I already said it's a cursed bomb, it won't have such a violent effect."
"Oh, I see..."
"At most, it will turn an area of several kilometers into a living Hell."
"?!!"
Even Mona couldn't sit still anymore. She frowned slightly and asked, "Where did you get all these dangerous items? From the Constellation Academy?"
"No, I got it directly through the Spellcaster Association," Lancelot explained.
Actually, he had asked Logo to get it for him a few months ago.
Although the Spellcaster Association does not allow external forces to interfere with the normal development of the Elven Plane, they secretly establish resource exchange channels, which can be considered an extra benefit for the spellcasters stationed in the Void City.
Many products of the Spellcaster Association are, in principle, not allowed to enter the Elven Plane. However, there are exceptions to every principle. People are always driven by money, and as long as smuggling is not too excessive and does not disrupt the normal economic order and development trajectory of the Elven Plane, the authorities will turn a blind eye.
"The Spellcaster Association?" Mona's narrow eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't ask any further questions.
Zyra, ever the restless and outspoken type, walked over and sat down next to Lancelot, asking, "What are you going to do with all these cursed bombs? Who are you planning to target?"
Lancelot toyed with the red glass bead in his hand, the faint red light reflecting off his face, a murderous aura gradually rising within him. "Just some parasites, not worth mentioning."
"You went to the trouble of buying cursed bombs when it's nothing?" Zyra asked, squinting, but Lancelot just smiled and didn't say anything more, clearly keeping his mouth shut.
Zyra, who knew her man very well, understood that once Lancelot adopted this attitude, he had made up his mind. So, she pursed her lips and didn't press the matter further. Mona did the same; even partners need private space, and they both understood this principle.
After putting the cursed bomb back into the metal box, Lancelot dressed and went to his private meditation room.
The room, which was originally empty, has been gradually filled with many items over the past few days.
On a huge laboratory table were many items of various shapes and sizes.
Lancelot picked up a rectangular, mechanically structured object, spread his fingers, and strands of energy, like nimble tentacles, seeped into the 'antimatter bomb,' carefully adjusting its parameters.
Unlike the cursed bomb, the Crimson Alliance can produce antimatter bombs on its own.
Although the Alliance's antimatter technology is not yet fully developed, the technological requirements for antimatter bombs are inherently lower than those for products like antimatter energy engines. Moreover, the Alliance has already developed the latter and has come a long way in the field of antimatter bombs.
The antimatter bomb in Lancelot's hand may be small, but because it is filled with highly concentrated matter and antimatter, once it explodes, the antiprotons and protons will annihilate each other, releasing extremely terrifying energy and triggering a super-intense electromagnetic pulse that will destroy the power and communication systems of a large area, without causing nuclear pollution.
Theoretically speaking, if three to four antimatter bombs explode at the perfect location, the resulting intense light radiation would be enough to destroy all living things on a normal life-bearing planet. Wild animals and humans exposed to the intense light would die instantly, forests and grasslands would be ignited, rivers would be rapidly evaporated, and the entire planet would be engulfed in an endless sea of fire.
It sounds terrifying, and it is indeed true, but there's a prerequisite: that there are no Transcendent beings on ordinary life-bearing planets.
Even for Lower Transcendent beings, if the distance of the antimatter bomb explosion is too far, the intense light alone cannot kill them, and the temperature is even more unpredictable. Even Transcendent weak fire resistance can survive for a period of time under the scorching heat of ordinary flames. The vitality of Transcendent is far beyond that of ordinary creatures.
Of course, this doesn't mean that antimatter bombs can't kill Transcendent; an explosion thousands of miles away certainly can't harm Transcendent life.
However, at close enough distances, the destructive power of an antimatter bomb can increase dramatically. If it were in a confined space, it would be even more terrifying, with a certain probability that Legendary or even Epic beings could be instantly killed.
After adjusting the bomb's parameters, Lancelot took out a brownish-gray stone shell containing something with holes all over its surface.
If you were to peer through the holes in the stone shell and into the interior of this thing, you would see a scene that would make anyone with trypophobia's scalp crawl: countless insect eggs, seven or eight times smaller than sesame seeds, piled together. The surface of the eggs had extremely fine, grotesque patterns, exuding an evil aura.
Lancelot raised his hand, and strands of extremely pure electromagnetic energy slowly flowed from his palm, like sweet rain, passing through the holes on the surface of the stone shell and evenly sprinkling onto the insect eggs.
The insect eggs, nourished by electromagnetic energy, began to expand and contract from their previous stillness, emitting an emotion called pleasure. Some eggs even developed cracks on their surface, seemingly ready to hatch soon.
Seeing this, Lancelot nodded slightly, stopped what he was doing, and cut off the energy output.
The next moment, a fierce malice spread from the countless insect eggs, like ferocious and terrifying insects, staring at him with scarlet eyes and a frenzied gaze.
Lancelot remained completely unmoved by this. His powerful mental will was like a rock in the sea, unmoved by the surging waves. Even if these ' Star-Roaming Insect ' had not yet hatched and could only harbor some malicious intent, even if they all broke free from the egg's restraints and swarmed at him, they would not pose a fatal threat to Lancelot.
"Antimatter bombs from the technology side, cursed bombs from the magic side, plus the exceptionally ferocious Star-Roaming Insect —that's about enough damage... But just in case, it's best to add an extra layer of Rune Array afterwards..."
Lancelot thought to himself, then took out a series of pre-prepared multifaceted crystals.
The interiors of these multifaceted crystals have been hollowed out, leaving ample space that can hold quite a lot of things.
Lancelot first used his Divine Power to grab a handful of Star-Roaming Insect, then wrapped them in a pre-prepared translucent "mirror membrane" and stuffed them into the bottom layer.
The mirror film, originating from the Guta Federation, is a type of crystal technology that can reflect photon jets and is immune to high-heat light energy impacts.
After settling the Star-Roaming Insect, Lancelot picked up the antimatter bomb and placed it on the second floor, followed by the cursed bomb on the third floor.
After placing the three highly destructive weapons in place, Lancelot grabbed the crystal cap next to him, fastened it, and twisted it twice to ensure it was secure.
That wasn't all. Lancelot reached out and summoned Steel Feather Cloak that had transformed into a cluster of particles in his palm.
This Guardian Blade, so closely intertwined with Lancelot's will, was as easy to wield as an extension of his own arm.
With his index finger extended, he used it as a knife, and the tip of his fingertip condensed into Steel Feather Cloak particles that were invisible to the naked eye. As Lancelot's fingertip slid, a particle landed on the surface of the multifaceted crystal, forming basic runes.
One, two, three...
When the number of basic runes reaches a certain level, more particles join in and begin to connect with each other, turning the originally independent basic runes into a whole, namely Rune Array.
Lancelot inscribed two Rune Array in total.
These are [Spatial Stasis] and [Realm of Disillusionment].
These are all five-star level Rune Array, extremely complex. If Lancelot hadn't shared his memories with Logo and practiced diligently for a period of time, even with relevant knowledge, he wouldn't have been able to draw them.
But now, he not only drew it, but he did so with great skill and in one go. Even a rune master would have to praise him for it.
The multifaceted crystal, now adorned with two large Rune Array, immediately changed, becoming indistinct and appearing as if about to vanish into space. The originally translucent crystal was also shrouded in a layer of Mist.
This is only the unactivated Rune Array. Once the two major Rune Array are activated, the impact will be hundreds or even thousands of times greater.
"Yes, that way there's no chance of anything going wrong!"
Holding the multifaceted crystal, which he had transformed beyond recognition, in one hand, Lancelot nodded in satisfaction.
He then used the multifaceted crystal in his hand as a template to modify all the multifaceted crystals on the lab table.
The cursed bombs, antimatter bombs, and Star-Roaming Insect were used up exactly, with the exact amount of materials required as expected.
With everything in place, the east wind will come naturally.
After enjoying another day of blissful tranquility, Lancelot left the Sea Lake Villa District, watched by Zyra and Mona.
Watching the spaceship disappear into the distance as a black dot, Zyra leaned against the door and complained, "I finally get a few days off, but they won't let me rest. They're busy all day long, don't they get tired?"
"Perhaps for Lancelot, the best enjoyment is to improve his strength and then fight to his heart's content for a certain goal. This kind of comfortable life is torture for him," Mona said, shaking her head.
Zyra an eyebrow and clenched her fist. "That's true. A day or two like this is bearable, but it won't last. With Lancelot gone, I should focus on my training. No, I'm going to find that brat Mo Li and have a fight right now!"
After saying that, Zyra turned around in a hurry, changed into her combat suit, and left home.
"These two people..."
Mona smiled helplessly. In fact, she didn't like fighting and killing; she was most content with a simple and peaceful life.
Unfortunately, her three closest people— Lancelot, Zyra, and Mo Li —are all battle maniacs who can't stay still. In order not to fall behind, Mona also developed the habit of training every day.
Furthermore, her previous experiences have made Mona fully aware of the importance of strength. Therefore, she is unwilling and will not hold the three of them back. The Dark Rose is also slowly blooming with its own splendor.