Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2533 1398: Deep Exploration and Encounter
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
Accompanied by Bruno and a squad of Minotaur warriors, as well as Elusa and other elite combatants, Leo Ray utilized Mind Talk to coordinate his external forces even as he retreated swiftly along their original path.
Whether it was the powerhouses stationed at the cabin’s entrance or the Minotaurs remaining with the fleet, every unit lay in wait under the concealment of Illusion Techniques. They remained dormant, prepared to react instantly to any emerging threats.
So long as no enemy entered their immediate maritime territory, Leo saw no reason to initiate a confrontation; the current priority was gathering intelligence regarding the surrounding fleets of other Lords.
Simultaneously, a group of agile specialists led by Grey Elder donned Invisibility Cloaks and other stealth gear. They exited the cabin to scout the external situation and monitor the movements of rival Lords.
Every strategic zone was manned by his direct subordinates, ensuring that any new developments would be reported to him without delay.
Leo Ray himself spearheaded the main force, pushing deeper into the bowels of the ship’s cabin. His singular objective remained the acquisition of the rumored treasure.
“Reflecting on the final rules provided by the ‘Prompting Voice,’ it is evident that the Lord who claims the treasure first will hold the power to dictate the fate of all others. If an opponent beats me to it, I could find myself trapped here indefinitely.”
“Being stranded could mean waiting for a future cycle of competition, enduring endless skirmishes, or facing even more dire consequences. None of those scenarios are acceptable to me.”
“Since I have been summoned to this Lord Arena, my only goal is total victory.”
Steeling his resolve, Leo Ray took a steadying breath and issued a stern command to his followers: “Everyone, the moments ahead will determine our very survival. If we encounter the enemy, do not show a shred of mercy.”
“At Your Command, Lord (Your Majesty of the Humans)!”
The assembled warriors responded with heavy, solemn voices, their expressions hardening with battle readiness.
With his arrangements in place, Leo Ray felt a surge of fighting spirit as he led the trek further into the dark corridors.
“Since this is a race for a prize, the nature of the treasure itself must be significant. I am eager to see what the ‘Prompting Voice’ has in store for us.”
“This also serves as an ideal chance to gauge the strength of my peers. Intelligence suggests that many Overlord Level Lords have begun pushing into the Outer Region after consolidating their rule over the Human Clan.”
“The factions within the Outer Region are formidable; subjugating even a portion of them would result in a massive power boost for any Lord.”
“Furthermore, many Lords possess unique Talents that allow them to challenge Outer Region powers head-on. I recall the individual from the mutated Dimensional Storm who nearly wiped out Crisis and her subordinates. Their tactics were foul, but their raw strength was undeniable.”
“This peculiar arena requires a naval approach, and given that my starting island was surrounded by Tier 6 Sea Beasts, it stands to reason that other Lords faced similar trials.”
“This confirms that among the participants in this arena, there are likely several opponents capable of posing a genuine threat to me.”
As these thoughts crossed Leo Ray’s mind, the environment within the cabin began to shift drastically.
After moving past the initial Square and extinguishing their magical light sources to avoid detection, the group relied on night vision Techniques to navigate through a labyrinth of residential sectors.
They passed through what appeared to be an ancient, bustling street. Processing plants and smoking stations, now overgrown with Magic Moss, suggested these facilities were once used to handle Sea Beast meat.
Skeletal remains were strewn across the corners and alleys of the street, yet there was still no sign of rival Lords in this specific sector.
In contrast, the muffled thunder of Magic Cannons from outside grew more persistent. The echoes suggested that at least two or more Lords had already engaged in a violent naval battle.
Fortunately, the waters where Leo’s fleet was anchored remained undisturbed and silent.
After traversing several more dust-caked chambers, Leo Ray noticed a change in the atmosphere.
They had entered a completely different zone. The architectural style here deviated sharply from the designs of the Centaurs or the Fairy Clan, striking Leo with a sense of familiarity.
His suspicions were confirmed when they found bones belonging to Dwarf Elves—beings with the stature of Dwarves but a much leaner build. The sight brought a look of melancholy to the faces of Bruno and Konet.
“The aesthetic is heavily mechanical, reminiscent of Demonic Energy Technology. It explains the sense of déjà vu. There are even broken Alchemy Puppets scattered about. I wonder if any of this tech is still viable for research.”
Leo glanced at the Dwarf Elf King, Broy, seeking an assessment. Broy, understanding the look, merely shook his head with a sigh of disappointment.
Upon closer inspection, Broy and Konet determined that these Dwarf Elves had a primitive grasp of Magic Energy compared to their own. The Alchemy Puppets were beyond repair, riddled with damage and completely obsolete.