Chapter 829 - 701: Behind

Bachin retracted the smile from his face, and the invisible pressure suddenly intensified.

Su Jie’s face turned pale, his heart nearly stopping. Claudia staggered, almost kneeling on one knee.

The electronic eye of the Black Trojan Horse detected a high-energy reaction, suddenly sparking, its head involuntarily tilting back.

The only two in the entire scene unaffected were probably Merlin and Hassan, the latter still with arms crossed in front of him, looking as calm as ever—as if he considered the demonic pressure as some form of bullying from a campus tyrant.

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After a long pause, Bachin calmly asked, "Why say that."

"Speculation."

Merlin said steadily, "As far as I know, the top powerhouses from our world, upon entering the Broken Land, ascend automatically to the streets in an instant.

This does not conform to their wishes, nor does it adhere to the rules set by the killing field, nor is it within the capabilities of even a Demon God like your excellency.

Therefore, there is only one possibility—the Broken Land itself is rejecting them.

Like a pre-set program, once it detects spiritual energy fluctuations exceeding standard intensity, it forcibly ascends the outsiders.

Considering the high frequency of previous earthquakes in the Broken Land coinciding with the Earth’s rift periods,

I have reason to suspect that the Broken Land, and the entire Four Realms Mountain, have always been located somewhere within the entity of the killing field, attempting to connect directly to Earth through the rifts."

Dr. Noah!

Mike and the others were greatly shocked, simultaneously thinking of that senior consultant from the GOC.

Just a mere mortal, Dr. Noah could, through black technology and by chance, teleport an entire high tower along with its native residents to Earth.

Then forces represented by these Demon Gods might not be unable to achieve the same.

The hot wind from the forest fire blowing from afar brushed against Merlin’s head full of white hair as he calmly said, "Just like certain guilds on Earth, detecting abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations, they do not immediately send people to clear it,

but instead demarcate a safe zone, watching as rifts form or anomalous beings hatch, thus allowing the killing field to brew and produce regular tasks.

You too are waiting, waiting for the right time, for the killing field to hold a large event.

Extraordinary Elements attract each other, and only such large events are most suitable, or qualified, to undertake your plans...."

"Enough!"

Spenerak, clad in heavy armor, raised his sinisterly shaped steel gauntlet, a purple ray shooting out from his fingertips.

Pfft.

Merlin’s chest was pierced by the ray, the wound spewing out a massive amount of white maggots, engulfing his lower body in an instant.

Each maggot bore fierce mouthparts, desperately gnawing at the flesh on Merlin’s body, only to bite into mouthfuls of wood shavings.

"...I can’t think of any other possibility except summoning King Solomon."

Merlin’s voice rang out a hundred meters away—he had actually been hiding underneath a vitrified rock layer, manipulating a vividly lifelike puppet to communicate with the Demon God.

From the timing, it seemed he went into hiding even before the self-destruction of the Flame Demon God, without notifying other players.

Merlin pushed aside the vitrified rock, brushed off the dust on him amid the strange looks of other players, calmly saying, "The real main battlefield is happening at the topmost layer of Four Realms Mountain. Decided by the Level 40s, it determines the fate of Earth’s future.

But in the killing field, anything is possible, Level 30 even Level 20 players, can become variables, interfere and even influence the battle situation, creating miracles.

So you should clean up players along the way."

Spenerak said nothing, raised his hand and shot a purple ray, which was bounced away by an invisible shield before it could touch Merlin.

"Hmm?!"

The pupil of Black Trojan Horse’s electronic eye suddenly focused and shrank, realizing it was not an ordinary Magic Shield, but an anti-magic array!

Boom—

The ground beneath Merlin’s feet cracked open, and a 70-meter-high steel and concrete structure emerged from the earth.

Overall cylindrical in shape, its base wrapped with several circles of barbed wire, its waist covered with a 300mm thick battleship metal armor belt, and above the armor belt were openwork holes used as spell shooting slots for spirit crystal servants.

Further above was a circle of protruding polygonal towers, each tower guarded by steam-powered Iron Guards, controlling magic scroll launchers shaped like anti-aircraft guns.

This is just... a WWII Berlin flak tower, isn’t it?!

Interesting, interesting indeed.

"..."

Bachin squinted his eyes slightly, "This is your Mage Tower."

"It is."

The slender figure of Merlin stood on the tower top, maneuvering the tower body to levitate and fly, aligning with the two Demon Gods.

The Mage Tower is an essential tool and place of solace and livelihood on the promotion path of all spellcasters,

integrating functions such as residence, research lab, stargazing platform, library, treasure vault, dungeon, fortress, etc.

A spellcaster with a Mage Tower and one without are completely different species, to the extent that spellcasters, like dragons collecting treasures, tirelessly gather materials, continuously reinforcing their high towers until they ascend to the peak and become Legendary Mages.

Spenerak raised his palm, slowly clenched his fist, and unleashed his Authority over constructing buildings and fortifications, prompting a whirlwind of sand and stones that instantly formed cast-iron smoothbore cannons below.

The cast-iron cannons fired simultaneously, with spherical shells slicing through the air to strike directly at the Mage Tower.

Merlin did not move, yet on the tower corners, Iron Guards had already gripped the magic scroll launchers, pulling the triggers.

Multicolored rays formed a curtain of light, dyeing half the sky in hues instantly.

The majority of the shells were intercepted and blasted apart, while a few pellets were melted into molten iron by the Magic Shield before even reaching the fortress.

"I really want, really want it."

Claudia almost drooled, muttering, "How much would it cost to buy this tower..."

"Don’t even think about it, it’s not for sale from the Bell Tower."

The Black Trojan Horse curled his lips, The Bell Tower’s eight magic schools included Conjuration, Protection, Necromancy, Illusion Technique, Enchantment, Prophecy, Enchantment, and Transformation, each Arcane Master has their own spell tower, and each distinctly unique.

The Prophecy Mage Tower is an observatory; the Enchantment Mage Tower is Yuri’s mind control platform, and the Necromancy Mage Tower is a funeral parlor—

To make it look better, they temporarily resurrected the Master Architect I. M. Pei to design the funeral parlor to be grand and majestic.

Merlin’s World War II-style Mage Tower also reflects his personality traits: the pursuit of ultimate security, at the cost of appearance.

Right at this moment, the front of the air defense tower looks mighty and domineering, but the back is covered with advertisements like plastered dog ointment.

Nike, Adidas, Tesla cars, visa payment, Qatar Airways, Budweiser... even Durex.

No matter how small, a mosquito leg is still meat, and the accumulation of many advertisers brings in substantial ad fees, enough to add a few perfect quality items to the Mage Tower.

"A very nice fortification, but alas, it’s still human architecture."

Inside the enclosed helmet, Spenerak’s sincere whisper was heard as he faced the ground with both palms, his fingers outlining geometric array lines as if sketching blueprints.

Buzz!

Sand and stones moved, wind and dust gathered and rose, forming a Hell Fortress.

The air defense high tower spewed sulfur flames, using blood plasma as fuel, with tanks covered in hell runes, winding like snakes, barbed wire, and trenches acting as array lines interwoven...

Spenerak is the Demon God overseeing fortress defenses, and his dependents are endless maggots.

The plump maggots swarmed from the trenches, fatter and stronger than the Horror Maggot Beasts, burrowing into the tanks, using their short legs to maneuver the vehicles.

Spenerak’s Hell Fortress unleashed its full firepower, engaging in long-range combat with the Mage Tower.

As Merlin said, the top layer of Four Realms Mountain is a battlefield for top-tier powerhouses, but these players still have the potential to become variables affecting the outcome.

Not a single one must be let go.

Shwip—

The form of Demon God Bachin, with a tail like a snake, vanished from the air, reappearing above Su Jie’s head, thrusting a longsword straight down, determined to penetrate the skull and mash the brain.

The flash happened too fast, leaving Su Jie’s mind blank. He had watched detailed strategy videos of various groups in Cai Anjie’s Secret Realm, with the Pifu and Red Driver group encountering a spirit that could teleport infinitely.

The teleportation speed and reaction of that spirit were already fast, but compared to Bachin, it was like a tortoise crawling slowly.

The longsword sliced through the air, parting hair, and stopped abruptly just before piercing the skull.

A web of electric currents enveloped Su Jie’s entire body, like a Faraday cage, resisting the descending sword tip.

"Su Jie is the weakest among us and also a medical ability user. In a group fight, the healer is always targeted first."

A hundred meters away, Maxwell’s eyes were sharp, maintaining the electrical current and net with his hands, "Your opponent is me..."

"Before he could finish the word ’us’, Bachin disappeared again, flashing behind Maxwell, close enough to smell the sulfur in his breath.

Hiss!

The longsword pierced directly toward Maxwell’s lower back, hitting another slightly weaker Faraday cage.

The sword tip halted a few millimeters away from Maxwell’s side, and the momentum transferred from the Faraday cage sent him flying heavily, spurting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Blood Magic·Thousand Loves and Thousands of Flowers!"

Claudia hooked a finger, and the spurted blood instantly turned into petals, one split into two, two into four, filling the surrounding space. Each petal was exceptionally sharp and carried a spatial teleportation hindering effect.

Bachin glanced around, a cold smile on his lips, his body flickering as he collided head-on with the sea of flowers.

His head sometimes nodded, sometimes turned sideways, his waist sometimes twisted, sometimes leaned back, swayed hips, bent knees, raised legs...

Like the finest dance artist, Bachin flickered at high frequencies, striking poses beyond human limits, passing through the sea of flowers without a scratch, appearing before Claudia.

She reacted swiftly without a hint of hesitation, immediately disintegrating into countless vampire bats, flapping toward all directions to escape.

However, Bachin remained leisurely, holding his longsword steady. In a flashing teleportation, he skewered the bats onto his blade one by one as if threading kebabs.

Bat disintegration is a life-saving trump card for every Bloodline. If too many bats are killed, even ending disintegration would leave one severely injured or cause a permanent drop in power.

The sword was laden with slain bats, and with another thrust, instead of a splash of blood, sparks erupted.

"Hmm?"

Bachin raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Domineering Ninja Hassan who had appeared in front of him. The latter grinned, slightly lifting the kunai engraved with the Flying Thunder God technique, speaking slowly, "Do you think you’re the only one who can teleport?"

The Flying Thunder God Technique, an S-Class space ninjutsu invented by the Second Fire Shadow Tobirama Senju, allows teleportation of the caster or objects indirectly contacted by the caster’s chakra via the Flying Thunder God formula.

"Mere mortal trickery."

Bachin’s form flickered, appearing behind Hassan, slicing his sword toward the neck, "Why don’t you take a look behind you?"

"Did you think I didn’t foresee this? Why don’t you take a look behind you?"

Hassan shouted without turning his head, his figure also flashed, reappearing behind Bachin with a Spiral Ball ready to unleash.

"Oh? Quick reflexes, why don’t you take a look behind you!"

"Right back at you, why don’t you take a look behind you!"

The two flickered like stop-motion animation, endlessly appearing behind each other.

In the blink of an eye, they had flashed hundreds of times,

Claudia, having lost 50% of her bat share, reverted to human form, her height significantly reduced, looking skyward with the Black Trojan Horse, Su Jie, and others in utter frustration,

watching Ninja Hassan and Demon God Bachin disappear behind the hillside, leaving only the echoing repetitive phrases reminiscent of a children’s quarrel.