Chapter 92

Damala grabbed one of the Annihilator first, easily lifting it above her head, and then smashed it around indiscriminately. Meanwhile, the Banshee Troupe Annihilator, as always, excitedly and chatteringly rushed forward. Even Reynold was stunned by these Banshees who had no deadly aura. Encouraged by the Banshees' enthusiasm, he began to instruct these real time-traveling dead on how to quickly and effectively dismantle the Annihilator.

I started using the Lightning Chain to attack the Annihilator's joints to protect Mel. Mel continuously channeled his Magic Power, and the magic circle seemed to consume a lot of Magic Power. Soon, fine beads of sweat appeared on Mel's forehead. I immediately floated over, fed him the magic potion I had with me, and accelerated the flow of electricity.

As the red light above the last Annihilator went out, the light on the wall suddenly shone at its brightest, and the mages inside the wall opened their eyes.

--They came back to life, the patterns on their clothes clear and intact. There were men and women, old and young. The youngest female mage had exquisite golden curly hair and looked just like a popular retro dress-up doll. However, their eyes all carried the same urgency and tension.

Suddenly, a thought struck me. I looked at Mel, Mel smiled at me. Stepping on the remains of the Annihilator scattered on the ground, he activated Shadow Dance, and I ignited Hellfire.

It was Goliath again. He knelt on one knee before the elder standing in the center of the group. "I am Goliath, the current Grand Commander of the Temple of Light. Please rest assured, senior, the lineage has not been broken, and all is well."

The mages glanced at my and Mel's magic. I felt this was much more nerve-wracking than the magic academy graduation exam. Fortunately, our spellcasting skills were both quite good. I saw Moli and Anna throwing fireballs like fireworks, and even Reynold was conjuring Ice Arrow... Hmm, not bad, Reynold's Ice Arrow were better than Moli's.

A moment later, the mages closed their eyes again. The young female mage even seemed to wink at Goliath.

The light slowly faded, and the hall gradually returned to darkness, as if time had been fast-forwarded. The colors on the spellcaster's body faded once more, quickly turning into decaying bones that fell to the ground.

... I'm afraid this powerful magic will be lost forever. It's a pity, but I think it's okay if such a spell is lost. It's best if we never have the chance to use it again.

We were delayed a little while later because Goliath tried to collect the remains, but he failed. Time is the most profound and only irreversible magic in the world, so no one can reverse time. These thirty spellcasters sacrificed themselves back then, using their own flesh and Magic Power as spellcasting materials to construct a temporarily frozen secondary space here to intercept the Annihilator. After their magic was broken, the two thousand years they forcibly paused in the secondary space would return to them in an instant.

Fortunately, fortunately, I have always persisted in practicing magic.

Finally, Moli unleashed a barrage of fireballs, bringing this part of history back to the dust.

"Looks like the devil's been dealt with. I knew Xipei would be fine." Mel then looked at the devil I handed him, squeezed it, and exclaimed, "It feels amazing! It's even smoother than the teeth in our book! And it's so bouncy!"

As soon as he said that, everyone crowded around to touch it, especially Moli. She was probably particularly curious because I'd called her a little devil so many times. But when Goliath came closer, the devil screamed:

"No, no! The Knight of God of Light is too bright! Help me! Master, help me!"

Seeing the devil shrinking into my sleeve, Goliath could only regretfully withdraw his hand.

"Let's go." Goliath shrugged and smiled. "Let's continue the chase after we've finished touching them."

--This is Radiant Fortress. Are the Machine Zealots trying to recreate the dark ages of the past?

Ha, impossible! Didn't you see even the devil was terrified and cried for help from one of our paladins?

Goliath, leading the charge, kicked open a mechanical door with an incredibly domineering motion, sending a row of cyborgs flying.

After cutting down the Annihilator, even cutting down the Cybertronians felt a bit too tough.

Then Goliath strode in, his posture remarkably like that of someone ascending the altar of the God of Light, about to begin his sermon...

No, given that Goliath is still carrying a blood-dripping sword, his posture is more like walking into a courtroom, about to arrogantly point and shout, "This one, this one, and this one—they are heinous criminals! Drag them out and behead them!"

And I guessed right, that's pretty much what he meant!

Under the astonished gaze of the cyborgs, Goliath smiled, then raised his sword and said, "May the God of Light forgive your sins."

And then... then all we need to do is be careful not to trip over the cyborg's corpse.

Suddenly, everyone's phones beeped with notification sounds. They immediately and instinctively pulled out their phones, then all gasped in shock:

"It's a live stream again!!!"

... So, their phones regained signal during the live stream just now?

Mel and I also went over (we were the only two who didn't instinctively take out our phones), and saw that on Moli's phone screen was the familiar masked kidnapper again.

This time, the kidnappers did not play the recordings of Reynold's torture.

He stood in front of a cage containing a bound and blindfolded woman. The cage wasn't safely placed on the ground; it was suspended over a cliff edge, and the camera panned down to a river, but it was only as wide as a finger, and the surrounding trees looked like mung beans—we did have a vague recollection of that view when we flew over earlier.

The masked man dropped his exaggerated act and said bluntly, "Very well, not only do you refuse to pay the ransom, you've even sent a rescue team... But it's too late. Is it fun to fight cyborgs in our base? I guess it's not as fun as 'airdropping the Dragon Emperor,' right?"

The Dragon Emperor in the cage snorted, and I must say, that was truly a classic example of unyielding defiance.

"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor," we heard the kidnapper say, "This isn't a movie shoot, Your Majesty. But speaking of movies, I think you have a new film being released. I imagine your fans can go to the cinema this weekend to see your final work."

Her Majesty the Dragon Empress stood tall, seemingly unfazed by the kidnappers. For the first time in their video call, she spoke clearly, asking, "Do you wish to declare war on the Holy Dragon?"

The kidnapper laughed and said, "Haha, how about we test the height first, Your Majesty?"

Then... he activated the mechanism, but it wasn't the Dragon Emperor who fell in; rather, it was another small cage we had overlooked... inside... the base of the cage opened, and a blob of indescribable green stuff whooshed down...

Five-star slime!!!

Chapter 92

Before I could say anything, Reynold said first, "No, don't panic."

He was frantically trying to contact someone on his phone—because the signal in the underground ruins was boosted when the kidnappers started their live stream, everyone's phones had a weak signal for a short time. Reynold's phone was also specially customized, fundamentally different from the smartphones we normally buy, which cost several thousand Federation dollars each.

For example, it can be used to contact high-ranking government officials in an emergency!

A string of static flashed across Reynold's screen, then the face of Martha Alesia, the commander of the Magitech Corps, appeared. Reynold instinctively asked, "What are you doing inside an armored mech?"

The signal was there, but it was probably still weak. I could vaguely hear Ms. Alessia say, "... You're safe... North County... the hills... there's been an armed attack on the harbor..."

Reynold frowned. Clearly, he could identify the place from just one word of these fragmented place names, unlike me, who was completely clueless. But I understood the next sentence—

"... the stocks of several major internationally renowned military companies... continue to rise..."