Chapter 58
Lusien's eyes suddenly lit up. "That's right, you're now a member of my Shield of the New Star! Thanks to the great God of Light, our Shield of the New Star has gained an outstanding mage! You don't need to worry about the corpse. You can list your requirements; you can make any requests regarding appearance, class, gender, etc. There are many noble people willing to donate their bodies after death to continue contributing to the country! I will submit the application to the Marshal."
Um... I thought that donating one's body meant donating to medical schools or similar institutions...
"Many excellent soldiers, especially those with ranks, don't want to be bored lying in a classroom after they die. Besides, their bodies are more powerful, so they'd rather become powerful weapons to continue fighting," Lusien said proudly. "For example, I've signed a voluntary body donation form for combat use. If I die in battle, you can use my body on the spot!"
This is... this is a little... a little overwhelming!
--I secretly practiced Necromancy Spells in the bunker, always using the corpses of my fellow disciples. Because the bunker was a complex place, my disciples would die in various accidents where the teachers couldn't see them. Before their corpses were sent to the lab, I could secretly practice for a little while when the teachers weren't looking. So I never imagined that one day someone would stand in front of me and talk about letting me use their corpses after death with such pride and longing...
"I... I will definitely make good use of your body; I believe it will turn the tide in times of crisis." Looking at his expectant eyes, that was all I could say.
Lusien seemed to have received some kind of praise... to be praised for a corpse by Necromancy Spells, well... maybe that counts as praise?
Besides, if it were Lusien, it would indeed be a very good corpse worth taking good care of. He would be an excellent combat servant puppet, so I could leave my teacher in the tower to sweep the floors.
An eerie silence fell over the air for a moment.
"Something doesn't seem right," Luolan said hesitantly. "Shouldn't the normal modern view be to live a peaceful and quiet life until old age and death...?"
Lusien was taken aback. Then Luolan facepalmed and disgustedly pinched Lusien's ear. Lusien stiffened and let the elf pinch him from side to side with her long, thin fingers. With each pinch, Luolan 'Lusien face turned redder. In the end, Lusien looked like a crab that had just been cooked.
Luolan said disdainfully, "You have the nerve to say that Field was a time traveler? Look at yourself! Your classic ambition of 'continuing to fight for glory and to protect the country even after death' is practically that of an old-fashioned royal knight from a legendary era! My friend, you need to get your chuunibyou treated! You're practically an ancient knight who crawled out of a textbook. My God of Light, are you going to kiss the Queen's finger and perform a solemn ceremony of kneeling down to swear allegiance?"
As he finished speaking, steam rose from Lusien's face, while the dark elf sighed deeply, looking utterly helpless. Taking advantage of the moment, Ms. Angela pulled out her phone and frantically snapped photos of Lusien's barely concealed embarrassment.
... Wait, so there are actually three time travelers in our team!
I knew it— Lusien's gaze was so strange just now, and what he said was incredibly weird. He didn't seem like a modern person at all!
"Keep going!" Lusien's ears turned red as he charged ahead.
Next, following the direction pointed out by the cyborg, we found the teleporter they were using.
It was a large-scale magical teleportation device, located in a hidden, unfinished mine. When we arrived, the surviving cyborgs were preparing to escape. Lusien, who was suspected of being a time-traveling knight, raised his sword, ready to charge, but when he turned his head and saw Luolan with a half-smile, he suddenly blushed. As if to prove that he wasn't an old relic, he sheathed his sword, took out the magical hand cannon of the Shield of the New Star, and bombarded the cyborgs with a barrage of fire. Accompanied by Ms. Angela's jubilant laughter, soon the ground was littered with a pile of familiar cyborg parts.
We turned our heads away, trying to ignore the explicit image of Ms. Angela pulling intestines out of the cyborg's stomach.
The magic teleporter hadn't been shut down in time; the indicator light was flashing steadily. Reynold checked it and told us that the teleporter was functioning normally, and that going through it might take us directly to the enemy's lair.
"Then what are we waiting for!" Ms. Angela's face shone with radiance, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Let's hurry and rescue the great sage of the online literature world... ah, I mean, let's hurry and eliminate the enemy threatening the Federation!"
... We heard the first part of the sentence, Ms. Angela... What is a great virtue in the online literature world?
Mel's expression was subtle. He frowned and said, "Anna used to call me that when she played games. I vaguely know that 'Great Druid' is a nickname netizens use for the Archdruid class. When she played games, she not only 'played' the Mage class, but also liked to 'play' the Druid class... So, the Archdruid in the world of online novels..."
Hmm... Speaking of Archdruid, what automatically pops into my head is that advertisement for druids stimulating cows' milk production. I remember... the tagline was something like "high quality, high output"... So...
... I saw Ms. Angela cover her mouth...
Mel sneered, "A master of online novels? Well, it seems Anna's novels are quite 'prolific'?"
Um... I saw Ms. Angela run into a wall...
"Let's go!" With that, Mel and I were the first to enter the magical teleporter.
Chapter 58
Slight dizziness is a normal phenomenon with this technology, but this time, the dizziness I felt while using this teleporter was far greater than normal. I used to take this to and from get off work every day (and I swear I've never damaged a single magical teleporter; damaging public property is extremely unethical. Although it's not a world-destroying event, many great demon lords in ancient times started by damaging public property. Because they weren't criticized and stopped in time, they went out of control. After all, demon lords also need a growth process). So of course I know what the normal dizziness from a magical teleporter is like.
So the moment I stepped out of the teleporter, I activated Absolute Protection, but there was no attack as I expected—because Mel was much faster than me. When my vision returned to normal, Mel was already standing leisurely in front of me, with a bunch of cyborgs lying haphazardly in front of him.
Hmm... Mel is really quick! You know, the time difference between our entry and exit was no more than three seconds, right? Judging from this formation, the enemy probably guessed that we would follow up our victory through the teleporter, so they laid an ambush here. Luckily, Mel was the first to come out—I guess he was already chanting before he even left the magic teleporter. His prediction of danger was extremely accurate, and I don't think Mel has much experience riding magic teleporters, so this is purely the keen intuition of an archmage taking effect!
If it were Lusien, I'm not sure if his Dou Qi Shield could withstand it.
... If it were Reynold, I don't know if his body would be suitable for sweeping...
I had just thought of him when I saw him emerge from the teleportation device almost at the same time as me. He was startled by the sight of the cyborgs lying dead on the ground, and then quickly pulled out a camera and a pistol—sigh... a mage pulling out a pistol while preparing for battle. For a fleeting moment, I really had the urge to just cast a Permanent Transformation Spell on them... Besides, I don't understand what use he'd have for filming. Although he said it was to send enemy data back to the Federation for backup, the internet speed here is so slow that it can't even load social media, let alone upload videos.
Furthermore, I don't think there will be any need to send data back to the Federation for research after we leave.
We waited for a while, but found that the teleportation device was hissing and emitting blue smoke. The light at the entrance and exit flickered stubbornly for a moment before reluctantly going out, leaving only black smoke billowing out... The black smoke didn't look like it would condense into our teammates at all.
The three of us poked at the teleporter for ages, confirming that no one could get out anymore, and then we looked at each other helplessly...
Mel and I stood on either side of Reynold, and I could clearly see the sweat rolling down his forehead.