Chapter 113

Hmm, I drifted away silently, keeping a distance from Goliath and the others to avoid turning myself into some kind of glowing object.

"Owner!"

--Damala's call suddenly appeared in my mind. I was startled, and then I heard Damala roaring:

"Master! I've tracked them down! Those warlocks took your staff and are using it as a power source to create a magic circle!"

!!!

I was startled. At that moment, I couldn't tell if the anger I was feeling was my own, Damala's, or perhaps a mixture of both. I immediately ordered her, "Charge in and take it back!"

"... Master..." Damala's voice flickered eerily. I sensed the lich seemed to be in great pain, and I was startled. I quickly added the command, "Damala, don't hurt yourself!"

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm so sorry! Damala can't get in, there's a dragon blocking the entrance!" Damala's consciousness suddenly surged with resentment, and I immediately followed this explosive resentment to locate Damala's position.

--Isn't that the building where the last summit was held?

... Isn't that... the place where the Federation central government is concentrated?

What exactly is the enemy trying to do?

... Xipei!

I was taken aback when another spiritual force suddenly echoed back. I decisively recited the Mental Link. Because of the distance, I recited the incantation completely before I was able to successfully establish a link with Mel by using the power of the mage tower.

"Mel?"

"Xipei, we've fallen into a trap," Mel said seriously. I could sense Mel was a little angry. He looked at Reynold, Reynold immediately began to explain:

"The Federal Congress, the Magic Council, and other high-ranking officials and ministers are currently meeting in the Congress building. Just as the mothership invaded, to prevent the entire government from being wiped out, they were moved to a safe house in the building's basement. However, we've discovered that the entire building has been taken over by Machine Zealots, and the entire Federation leadership is about to be trapped inside!"

"And the Magitech Corps just secured a chance to engage in battle, but you were all busy dealing with that mothership. The defenses at the other energy nodes of the Northern Cross are weak, and there's another node in this building that's about to be blown up!" Mel said angrily. "But if it weren't for you intercepting the mothership over there, half the capital would have been bombed, resulting in just as heavy losses. These Machine Zealots, their brains have been fried by machines!"

Hearing Mel's report, I looked around. The Temple's elite forces were also there helping out. Yes, how could such a large mothership not attract the attention of those of us with stronger capabilities?

Using ordinary people's lives as a bargaining chip, even if we were told that they were going to bomb the Northern Cross Barrier, who among us would decisively abandon the civilians and defend the Northern Cross Barrier? It's simply impossible!

I've truly witnessed just how wicked these people can be; they're practically on par with, or even worse than, my second teacher! While my second teacher enjoyed kidnapping children and getting me to kill his competitors, at least he never threatened me with half the capital.

I don't like being threatened like this, and now, these Machine Zealots have really ignited my "evil fire".

Chapter 113

Since the mothership has already been dismantled today, the exposure is beyond my control. Besides, such a terrifying title has already spread, so what else do I have to care about? Therefore, I randomly picked the spell that was most convenient to use and rushed to the scene to meet up with Mel.

I arrived above the city center and saw cyborgs appearing from time to time in the streets and alleys below. These highly mechanized creatures had life force fluctuations that were very different from ordinary people, so I could recognize them from the crowd at a glance. This place was also where Mel and I had our mage tower, so we could use the mage tower to cast the Mage Eye and mark those cyborgs one by one.

The main force of the Magitech Corps is still in the sky. Our Federation has fallen for a diversionary tactic, and their attention has been diverted. They can't possibly abandon the accident scene they're only halfway through dealing with, so...

So... I had the privilege of witnessing the Temple Knights mobilize.

But...

But...

I...

Have I really fallen so far behind the times? The Temple Knights, if I'm not mistaken, they weren't riding tall horses as usual in their ceremonial processions, but rather...

Is that a levitation magic skateboard?

Saint... Saint Skateboarder?

I was dumbfounded, and Mel in my Mental Link was also stunned. We both truly felt the culture shock from the new century—I had seen this new type of magical skateboard before, but that was during the National Day parade, when I saw the modern mobile forces of the Magitech Corps riding on it, not the paladins wearing dazzling silver armor, holding longswords, and with holy expressions!

I thought Goliath riding a dragon was already incredibly unorthodox!

Oh... that leading knight was even carrying the Temple's banner... if it weren't for the skateboards he was on, the scene would have been very dignified and sacred.

However, it's clear that they're much more efficient at combat using this high-tech gadget than riding horses, since horses can't fly. This magical combat skateboard is completely different from a child's scooter. Although their names are similar, this magical skateboard is quite remarkable. Its top speed is almost on par with our mages, even faster than a hovercar, and it's also agile and easy to operate. It's also equipped with small missiles and flamethrowers.

The magical skateboards beneath the paladins' feet are not just flying vehicles; their edges are smooth, sharp blades. They envelop themselves in holy light, as if stepping on a giant holy sword. Using these skateboards, they fly directly through the air, sending a row of cyborg heads flying into the sky. Moreover, the high temperature from the holy light instantly coagulates the wounds, preventing any gory scenes unsuitable for children.

I saw the high priest in white robes and white hair raise his holy sword, casting a blessing spell on all the charging paladins. From a distance, he noticed me watching him, waved his free hand at me, and gestured towards the Capitol Building in front of him.

So I nodded and quickly rushed inside through the building window.

As soon as I rushed in, I saw a huge shadow smash through the wall and rush past me. In Mel's vision, I saw that it was a huge white dragon—it was probably even larger than Xuefeng, with eyes that were a deeper red, spikes all over its body bristling, and its tail was like an enlarged meteor hammer, completely different from Xuefeng's tail, which looked elegant and even gentle when the spikes were retracted—it had a huge fleshy growth on its tail, the scales of which had probably fallen off due to injury, but the spikes on the growth were terrifying, the tips of which were red.

So I heard Mel say with certainty, "You must be that dragon fugitive Xuesang. You don't look like a proper dragon at all."

Xuesang let out a loud, hoarse laugh that made me feel uncomfortable all over. No wonder I had seen it in my teacher's notes. He wrote, "To be a qualified villain, you need to master a villainous laugh. A proper laugh can increase your momentum and intimidate the enemy before you even make a move." I used to think that my teacher was just writing it down as a joke.

Because his laughter was so awful, I saw Xuesang and Mel start attacking him without saying a word after he finished laughing.

I surveyed the entire building, the constant barrage of magic gun fire striking my shield. The Magic Power around me deflected them automatically, and with a wave of my hand, I tossed my newly acquired undead out. I commanded them to eat as they pleased, but these Machine Zealots' souls were nowhere near as useful as my former comrades. I had to teach them even how to devour souls. After I explained it once, they were still spinning around blankly. So, I angrily crushed the weakest one, and the others, without any instruction, quickly learned a skill that every undead must master.

My banshees were making sounds of crying and laughing as they wandered around the building. The Capitol Building was truly enormous, larger than both my tower and Mel's. None of my subordinates who arrived earlier came out to greet me, but through our mental connection, I could sense their shame...