The Legendary Ending: Part Two

Without further thought, I immediately activated and connected the two teleportation arrays. After I finished chanting the incantation, my banshee lent me a hand in time—I brought her here for this very purpose, otherwise I would have sent her to find someone in the building. She's the one who combs my hair the fastest and best; she can complete that complicated Shadow Moon ancient hairstyle all by herself, and at an incredibly fast speed.

The teleportation array was also drawn inside the building, but it was located in the lobby; you could exit the building just a few steps ahead. My original plan was to gather everyone there first, since there were many cyborgs surrounding the area outside, and then I would lead them out. I never expected it to detonate like that!

So I immediately ordered Damala to summon the undead legion, and have the skeletons and the corpses she had previously collected intercept the cyborgs outside, while also protecting the politicians as they left. Otherwise, wouldn't I have just sent them from one dangerous place to another, only to have them die in a different location? That would have been a waste of my efforts and a disservice to the mental energy I had expended.

"Run!"

As soon as the teleportation array lit up, I grabbed a politician next to me and shoved him into it. After a flash of light and a scream, the politician vanished. His scream was so terrible that I immediately asked Damala, Damala said they had received the goods but were quite frightened because they hadn't used a teleportation array before...

Received the goods...

Hmm... Damala, you secretly shopped online behind my back, didn't you?

I'm not buying you the dress! You'll have to order it online yourself!

Boom--Crack--

Another explosion, and the ground above us suddenly caved in. The safe house was underground and very sturdy, but—

"Get out of there!" I yelled, but it was too late. The two politicians standing in the corner were swallowed up by the black mist that appeared from the ceiling.

"That's the Void!" I shouted. "It's a warlock's spell!"

That place was called the Astral Plane by the ancient sorcerers. It was a vast and Nothingness space beyond the world. I don't know how many worlds I saw in that one glance, but I do know that ordinary people would definitely die there.

Therefore, for warlocks, this kind of spell that throws people into the Void is quite vicious and dangerous!

Therefore, the academic community has been debating whether humans can cross the Astral Plane to reach other worlds. Even for archmages, we cannot gaze at the Void for long, as there is far too much knowledge beyond our current understanding, which may have exceeded the limits of human beings.

I remember when the Holy Dragon Empire publicly stated that one of their Dragon Emperors had traveled to another world, the academic mages didn't believe it—unless that the Dragon Emperor had already become a god, he would have been reduced to ashes when he crossed the Astral Plane!

Cough cough, my attention has slipped again. I pulled my wandering thoughts back and started dealing with the unexpected situation at hand.

After I shouted, some politicians recognized the spell themselves. After all, this was a country where magic flourished. They cried out and tried to get away from that Nothingness, but the gravity of the Nothingness pulled them away. I had to raise my hand to try to cast a shield, but my hand was knocked away by the Five-Star Old Man.

"Get out of here!" the Five-Star Old Man howled, his whole body trembling. He shoved me forcefully towards the door. "Get out, get out! I'll block the way!"

... Did I just see a slime doing a striptease?

To be honest, I wouldn't be more surprised than if I saw a slime doing a striptease. Could it be that the Five-Star Old Man is actually worried about my safety?

By the God of Light! By the Lord of Darkness! By all the benevolent gods! Has the Five-Star Old Man been "transmigrated" by someone else?! I remember he really disliked me!

Well... to be honest, while the Five-Star Old Man's magical shield wasn't as powerful as Absolute Protection, the warlock who cast the spell wasn't some kind of god-level mage either, so their spells were evenly matched, and they were locked in a stalemate in the corner.

Then, another explosion occurred, and the ceiling above us began to deform severely. The politicians fled at lightning speed, and half of them were gone in no time.

"Get out of here!"

It was obvious that the Five-Star Old Man was also holding back his energy while casting his spell; his expression was contorted like someone suffering from constipation, and he was yelling at me in a broken voice, "You powerless, dumped little mage, do you think you can show off here? Don't you know who you are? Get out of here!"

I...

"I'm the director of the research institute, it's not your place!" the Five-Star Old Man shouted, and tried to expand his shield to prevent the politicians from being crushed by the ceiling before they were swallowed by the Void.

Seeing that I was still there, the Five-Star Old Man unleashed a string of incredibly foul curses. He yelled, "There's a bunch of damned cyborgs outside! Aren't you going to go and protect the Prime Minister? Can't I get my hands on you? Get the hell out of here! Can't you even notice you're shaking?! You're a damn archmage! A damn archmage!"

Um?

"You fucking die here, don't you think it's a waste?!" the Five-Star Old Man man yelled, "Anyway, I'll never pass the CET-6 in my life... Wait, are you deaf? Get running!"

So I glanced at him, then shoved a bottle of energy-restoring potion into his cursing mouth and headed towards the teleportation array.

... But I'm not his subordinate anymore, so I can yell back. Therefore, I said, "Shut up, Duoji, you're so noisy."

As expected, the Five-Star Old Man rolled his eyes after I berated him, spat out the empty bottle, and roared, "My name Doug!"

I rolled my eyes, pulled out a bottle of medicine and drank it. Hmm... I was indeed quite exhausted, so I won't say much more to him. I just finished learning how to argue with people from my teacher. Considering he was worried about me, I'll let him off this time.

I glanced at the Five-Star Old Man, but couldn't help myself. I smiled at him and said, "I know, Duoji, be careful."

It's Doug!!!

Okay, I'll be right back after I kill the cyborgs. You just wait for me, Doug.

I stood in the middle of the formation and waved. "Bye-bye Duoji!"

Then I appeared in the lobby, still able to hear the lingering roar in my ears. Wow, it feels so good to talk back to your boss.

Chapter 117 The Legendary Finale (Part 2)

To be honest, it wasn't much safer after we stepped out of the teleportation array, because the entire building was crumbling!

Although I know the Capitol Building is definitely not a "shoddy construction project"—I've heard about the dangers of such projects on the news—any building that isn't immediately torn to pieces by a bunch of magical explosives means either it's the central main hall of the Temple of Light, or it's the Federal Congress Building!

I glanced at the building, which was drafty and radiant, and couldn't help but feel a deep admiration for the Federation's construction quality.

I stepped out of the teleportation array, and the banshee helped me to the side. She then carefully used... her petticoat as an umbrella, and her own thigh bone as a handle, to shield me from the falling rubble and dust. I saw the cyborgs being steadily defeated by Damala's attacks, and I felt very gratified. Politicians quickly ran towards the plaza in front of the building, where members of the Magitech Corps and Shield of the New Star were already waiting.

Sigh... and, as expected, there are always reporters wherever you go.

I leaned against the railing to rest for a bit. I had just drunk two potions, and I felt that the stars in my eyes had stopped, but my hands and feet were still weak. I looked at Reynold sitting in front of the magic circle. Hmm... he really seemed to have hurt his back, because he hadn't stood up at all, but he was trying his best to sit upright, gesturing with his hands—well, although I knew he was channeling Magic Power to maintain the operation of the magic circle and prevent it from being overloaded by too many people entering and exiting at once, his posture... really looked like a street performer illegally performing at the airship station ticket gate.