Chapter 830 - 702: Self-Destruction

Hell War Carriages charged out from the pitfall, halted on the reverse slope, sulfuric poison gas spewing from chimneys, short, thick cast iron cannons slowly rotating, aiming at the Mage Tower, firing cannonballs engraved with desecration runes.

Buzz!

The Mage Tower raised a hundred-meter-high golden spherical shield, blocking the rain-like cannonballs, stirring up ripples.

But behind the cluster of carriages, one by one, catapults made of human bones swung their long arms, hurling winged miniature Horror Maggot Beasts.

The Horror Maggot Beasts opened their bloodthirsty mouths, biting the golden shield, flapping the air with tiny wings to maintain suspension, writhing desperately to tear, damaging the barrier.

Merlin stood atop the tower expressionless, his fingers lightly beckoning, issuing orders to the Iron Guards crouched in towers surrounding the Mage Tower.

Steam-powered, nearly three-meter-tall Iron Guards maintained their crouched posture, uniformly extending short mechanical fingers through the trigger guards of the launchers, aiming narrowly at the densely packed Horror Maggot Beasts below.

Clack.

Magic Scrolls rolled into cylinders automatically flew up and loaded into the launchers.

Inside the launcher, a carriage knife cut open the hemp rope, push rods smoothed the sheepskin parchment, and sapphire pointers, as if reading vinyl records on a gramophone, traced the magical runes on the sheepskin scroll, steadily releasing the magic power contained within.

Third Ring, Shaping Magic, Fireball Technique.

A bright fireball quickly brewed at the muzzle of the launcher. As the Iron Guards pulled the trigger, the fireball flew, seemingly slow but fast, exploding the Horror Maggot Beasts clinging to the shield into fragmented flesh.

In other directions, First Ring’s Holy Slash, Fourth Ring’s Gravity Rift, Fifth Ring’s Ice Cone, Annihilation Wave,

Magic Scrolls, which low-level players needed to bricklay, work, accompany play, and chat to afford, now seemed like wholesale promotions, rapidly consuming and destroying the Horror Maggot Beasts sprawling across the mountains.

The audacious display made even Demon Gods’ eyelids twitch.

Indeed, these humans must not be allowed to ascend the upper levels of Four Realms Mountain.

Spenerak calculated silently in his heart, speaking calmly, "My Horror Maggot Beasts are infinite, your Magic Scrolls are consumed every moment. How much longer can you last?"

"Heh."

Merlin chuckled softly, not responding. If the occasion were appropriate, he really wanted to say, "You know nothing of the Bell Tower’s power."

These Magic Scrolls really were bought wholesale.

The Bell Tower isn’t just merely the top institution and research hub for the spellcasting profession; it’s also the largest arcane tool supplier, scroll provider, and magical technology service provider in the slum.

The technological development path underwent the era of handcraft:—Professors leading students to copy scrolls in the basement using rulers, compasses, quill pens, magic materials (Dragon Blood, Madder Juice), etc.

The workshop era:—From the Script World, humans with mage potential, elves, dragonborn, and fairies were brought in, contracts signed, to mass-copy scrolls in factories.

(Five insurances and one housing fund, weekend double rest, treatment couldn’t be too bad, otherwise, these laborers would just jump to the Evil Science Alliance nightclubs)

Industrial era:—Introduction of CAD drawing based on magical technology, CNC machine tools, assembly line production.

A piece of Magic Beast Leather produced by the Thousand Throats Beast Guild, from being transported out of the tannery to being made into scrolls and placed on the slum shelves, could be compressed to 10 days in time.

The biggest limitation is the recovery speed of spellcasters’ Spiritual Power Value and Sanity Value to paint the last stroke on the scroll.

If it wasn’t for the Bell Tower, Witch Alliance, and other guilds engaging in commercial competition, bringing down the price of Magic Tools, Li Cheng wouldn’t have been able to buy so many scrolls to elbow strike London.

"Swords and guns roar in the smoke, thorns and thistles grow in blood pools, dawn will never come, the gods have abandoned you,"

The urn-like desecration prayer echoed from inside the helmet as Spenerak forcefully pressed down, "Iron Prison Siege!"

Swish!

Barbed wire strewn across various trenches came to life, like giant serpents, twisting and crawling, rising to swiftly climb the Floating City.

Sharp barbs pierced the golden shield, slicing with full force, creating an unbearably piercing screech.

The Horror Maggot Beasts originally attached to the shield’s surface were painfully attacked by allies, sliced and torn apart.

Turbid, filthy blood dripped along the barbed wires, and the Power of Desecration contained within slowed down the shield’s recovery speed.

Amidst the Black Trojan Horse, Su Jie looked pale, struggling to stand. Maxwell coughed blood continuously, unable to drink Magic Potions, relying on injections.

As for Claudia... She was already short, after losing 50% of her bat share, tiptoeing could barely buy a child’s bus ticket. It’s better to let it go.

I can only rely on myself.

He took a deep breath, the Black Trojan Horse pressing palms together forcefully, pushing forward, "[Cyber Manipulation Technique·SQL Injection]!"

A deluge of data transformed into chains of 0s and 1s, suddenly lashed out, entwining the barbed wire serpents, infiltrating the metal.

SQL Injection is an attack where the assailant appends additional SQL statements at the end of queries predefined by web applications, enabling unauthorized database operations unbeknownst to the administrator.

On a macro level, it results in temporarily seizing control of the opponent’s Extraordinary Power.

Several giant snakes of iron wire mesh trembled violently, releasing their grip on the Mage Tower’s shield and turning to pounce on other out-of-control wire mesh.

After a bout of scratching and entanglement, they pulled their opponent down, falling together towards the ground.

The chip in the brain was running in overclocked mode, the heat continuously released turned into steam visible to the naked eye, swirling above the head.

The Black Trojan Horse was desperately swinging its arms, flinging data chains, trying to use SQL injection to hack into that Hell Fortress.

Poof.

A bloody blade of a sword suddenly appeared in the field of vision above the bridge of the nose.

The chip automatically suppressed the pain, leaving only numbness and cold. The Black Trojan Horse belatedly realized that its head had been pierced through from the back of its neck by a sword blade.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Bachin, appearing in a flash, stepped on the back of the Black Trojan Horse, twisting the sword in his hand, shredding the chip and brain matter into a pulp.

Bachin was covered in dense scars, holding a sword in his right hand and grasping the limp neck of Ninja Hassan in his left hand.

With just one glance, Maxwell understood the sequence of events — scattered around everyone’s feet were numerous petals previously created by Claudia,

the petals inherently had space anchor attributes, specifically targeting Bachin’s spiritual energy fluctuation traits. Thus, the latter had controlled Hassan, who had lost in the flash combat,

and then used Hassan’s Flying Thunder God Technique to appear among the crowd.

Hassan’s consciousness was already on the verge of death, relying solely on body instinct to form a layer of Armament Haki on the surface, maintaining his head from being removed.

He was unable to stop Bachin’s actions.

The gentlemanly demon god with a snake tail on his back slightly bowed, "Though it may be rude, I must ask all of you to die."

As the word "die" fell, Bachin remained standing in place.

His face changed slightly, twisting his head abruptly, only to see the Black Trojan Horse — theoretically dead beyond dead with its brain matter scattered — clutching his left wrist with both hands.

The demon god from the mythic era couldn’t comprehend the latest tech from Whale Song.

The Black Trojan Horse had smart brain chips installed in its chest cavity, abdominal cavity, and even hands and feet, storing personality backups and connecting directly to the spine through cables.

Under normal circumstances, the Black Trojan Horse uses its brain to think and make decisions; in crises, it can digitize itself.

If it encounters an enemy that can’t be avoided through digitization, or if it’s too late to digitize, and the flesh, especially the brain, is severely damaged, the personality chip will automatically activate, taking control of the body.

Whale Song’s technology is masterfully crafted, able to break through limitations, allowing the smart brain chip to enjoy the same battlefield permissions as the human brain, considered as part of the player itself.

Just like now, with half of the Black Trojan Horse’s head sliced off, the lonely mouth under the nostrils still roared: "If you’re not a beautiful girl, you’re not allowed to step on my back!"

The green data from the SQL injection seeped into Bachin’s wrist, preventing the latter from escaping.

The life-or-death moment had arrived, Maxwell and Claudia desperately unleashed thunder and blood magic, and Bachin, with one hand immobilized, clumsily swung his sword to counter.

Su Jie strenuously activated the Green Blood Skill, awakening the dying Hassan. The latter staggered up, wrapping his arms around Bachin’s waist, roaring: "Art is an explosion!"

Not far away, the gale from the crossfire between the Hell Fortress and the Mage Tower blew away the scattered petals,

and also exposed the neckline of Hassan’s tight-fitting shirt, revealing the suspicious vest inside wrapped with white detonators.

Beep, beep, beep.

The vest emitted mechanical electronic sounds, increasingly dense and rapid.

"Let go of me! Let go!"

Bachin’s pupils contracted violently, the green data from the SQL injection rendered his right hand numb and inoperative,

he flashed with full force, each time only able to teleport two hundred meters away, yet the Black Trojan Horse and Hassan clung onto his wrist and waist like a leech with the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Beep beep beep!

The suspicious vest’s electronic sounds became more urgent, finally.

Boom——

The massive fireball illuminated the sky, and the mushroom cloud symbolizing death and destruction rose into the air. The unfortunate Horror Maggot Beast caught in the blast didn’t even have time to scream as it was instantly vaporized by the intense heat.

The breath vanished.

Maxwell instinctively held his breath, he scanned the mushroom cloud with radar, only detecting a human form.

Bachin’s human form.