Chapter 109 (continued)

Hmm, could this be a reporter? Tsk, it really is...

I used my Mage Hand to scoop him up, preventing him from falling to the ground and smashing into a pancake. Then I also caught the camera that had flown off him. I remember Moli and the others saying that these professional cameras aren't cheap... Although I find these reporters a bit annoying, they're not so annoying as to just stand by and watch him smash into a pancake.

I was pulling the reporter through the air, and less than half a minute later, they suddenly flew right at us...

A huge group of reporters!!!

Oh my god! It's raining!

I stared in disbelief until the reporters, all gesticulating and yelling, brushed past me, and then I realized... these reporters were all falling!

In a few seconds, the ground will be covered with many mangled, bloody reporters!

--What have you all been doing? Why are you all doing aerial acrobatics? Aren't you afraid of dying and rushing up to interview enemy soldiers? You guys have too much journalistic idealism!

I immediately focused, and an invisible Air Shield formed beneath me. I was pleased to hear a series of loud thuds of flesh hitting flesh, accompanied by screams of "Ouch, my head (arm, leg, or butt)!"

I forcefully lifted the air shield upwards, but continuously maintaining this Air Shield was a huge waste of Magic Power. I didn't want to stay focused all the time; I simply couldn't maintain the same level of concentration as Professor Hailianna. So, I drew out a Hellfire, compressed it into a semi-solid state, and then stretched it into thin threads, wrapping them around the ankles of each reporter—I truly regret that Moli wasn't there, otherwise, this would have been such a vivid example—even after a spell takes effect, the caster should be able to fully control its effects. For example, if I didn't want the Hellfire to burn the reporters' souls, it would obediently become a harmless ribbon. Moli kept arguing with me; I had previously punished her by making her chant a spell that wouldn't take effect, which made her so aggrieved that her eyes turned red.

Then I cast a large Levitation, causing the reporters to float in a ball. Holding the Hellfire Ribbon, I pulled them through the air and continued flying.

Well, every now and then you can find a couple more reporters who've been blown up.

... Sigh, it's not that I'm saying anything, but having journalistic ideals is a good thing, but you also have to cherish your life! Just like us monks, no matter how much we love experiments, I don't approve of blindly conducting dangerous experiments without protection, and I certainly don't approve of experimental methods that involve going without food for days and nights. That's too harmful to the body, and it shortens your lifespan. No matter how talented you are, it's useless.

After flying for two minutes, I slapped my forehead. Oh, how could I forget to ask, "What blew you guys away?"

When I turned around, I saw the reporters huddled together, their expressions ferocious, looking like a bunch of ogres crawling out of Abyss, each with their hands outstretched towards me. If they weren't all holding a camera, cell phone, or video camera, I would have thought I had accidentally grabbed a dozen demons.

Um... at a time like this, could you please follow the usual routine and celebrate our survival? Even yelling "Dark Mage!" at me would be fine, but why are you actually taking pictures like this?

One of the young men, his face covered in sweat, called out to me, "Flame of Fury! Thank you! We were blasted away by the electromagnetic pulse released by that unidentified mothership. The Federation's security forces and the Magitech Corps are engaged in combat with the mothership, but the situation is not good... The electromagnetic pulse instantly short-circuited all our flight equipment, and..."

... Uh... what word is that... what kind of wave...?

I remained silent for a long time, then continued to pull them along as they flew. Behind me, a chorus of voices warned me to be careful of the secondary wave, but I had no idea what it was. I thought for a moment, then tucked my phone deeper into my spatial ring. Although I noticed the reporters' phones didn't seem to be damaged, it was still best to be cautious. After all, I'd only just gotten used to the phone's interface and didn't want to buy a new one.

Breaking through the clouds... oh, sorry, I forgot to give the reporters shields; they came out of the clouds looking like a drenched mess of reporters.

Then, a massive mountain appeared in the air, which startled me—it was even bigger than the Dragon Xuefeng! This... this was the legendary mothership?

I was speechless. That floating mothership was enormous. It floated under the azure sky, its entire body a metallic black, but it reflected light, so its edges shone with blinding sunlight. I saw bluish flames beneath its belly. I recognized those; they were the glow from burning some strange fuel. It must be... the engine, right?

No wonder Machine Zealots are so fanatical! This thing... this thing really wasn't made by ordinary humans who know absolutely no magic, no Dou Qi, and no bloodline talent? Even I have to applaud it. With only weak human hands, they were able to create such a magnificent creation that can only be called a miracle...

Then I saw the Magitech Corps's flying mechs, those two-meter-tall mech warriors... well, flying next to the mothership, they looked like ants climbing a tree! Yes, I remember Crow and the others were very angry earlier, saying that the council hadn't approved the Magitech Corps's use of its main force, so I didn't see any warships or magic fighters. The largest things they had were just these mech warriors. Then I saw the mothership emit a blue halo, and those mech warriors exploded into fireworks, and then...

Then I had to focus again, and in the instant the explosion engulfed people, I grabbed those mech warriors. Hmm... I grabbed two of them too hard and accidentally ripped their pants off, leaving them naked. Oh dear, I'm sorry. There was also a very pretty girl among them, so I quickly used Hellfire to compress a black dress for her, hoping she wouldn't be angry with me.

Fortunately, I was focused—the mothership fired a huge blue beam of light at me immediately!

I could feel the intense heat emanating from that beam of light; if I didn't run away quickly, I'd be roasted alive! So I immediately used Teleportation to flash above the mothership, only to yell "Oh no!"

Because I forgot about the list of reporters I had!

Teleportation is a spell that a mage casts on themselves, while group Teleportation Spell requires physical contact to be transmitted to non-magical companions. So I hurriedly teleported back. In my haste, I could only reflexively open Absolute Protection to its maximum extent, forming an open umbrella-shaped barrier.

Boom--

I felt a powerful force strike me, forcing me to use all my willpower to avoid being knocked away. The force shook my barrier, causing it to shatter with a crisp cracking sound. My eyes were filled with dazzling beams of energy—I didn't know the scientific name of these things, but the light made my eyes sting. It felt like glass was being broken in front of me, with the diamond-shaped cracks gradually widening, causing me to frown involuntarily.

Because I felt a sense of anger.

Yes, I suddenly got very angry, very angry.

These people have the capability to manufacture such powerful weapons, yet... they point their cannons at innocent people? I looked back, and the reporters' faces were contorted again. I now felt they were little devils being baptized by holy light. And below me, a hundred meters in the air, I looked down at the city. Many citizens were standing on the roadside, and the sheriff's law enforcement vehicles were flashing their blinding lights. The bustling metropolis had entered a state of pause. Apart from the sheriff and ambulances, there were no other hovercrafts flying. I could hear the screams from the ground even from this distance.

--But those who truly needed to be eliminated, like my second teacher, were able to freely kidnap children and enjoy themselves comfortably in his underground city for many years. If I hadn't found Professor Hailianna's notebook and killed him, I don't know how many more children's remains would have been found in that dungeon.

I still remember the withered corners of those children's mouths and their empty, unclosed eye sockets.

--If you had that ability, why didn't you dare to rescue those children back then? One shell from you, and what bunker wouldn't have been destroyed?

So I'm really, really angry.