Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1463 - 502: Prison_2

However, if someone were sent to the dungeon on the second basement level, it implies that their personal belongings—including the subsequent Meditation Method—would likely be stored within that prison as well.

...

A few minutes passed.

The group of four made their way back to the makeshift base. The individuals staying at the camp were struck with awe upon hearing the tale of their journey!

The wizards representing Haleem’s Mechanical Research Institute showed immense reverence, their eyes sparkling as they gazed at the memory crystals!

At that moment, Rein addressed the other three, saying, "Gentlemen, it is my intention to descend and investigate the prison located on the negative second floor."

Hmm?

The announcement caught everyone off guard!

"Lord Rein, is it your suspicion that some relics belonging to the prisoners might remain there?" Before the others could process Rein’s plan, Hernandez seemed to catch on, his eyes brightening as he questioned.

Prompted by Hernandez’s words, Sword Saint Terrio and Haleem also grasped the logic immediately.

"I see, Lord Rein. Even though those captives have long since perished, you believe their remains or artifacts might hold clues regarding the truth behind the Floating City’s destruction, correct?"

"Brilliant, what excellent reverse thinking!" Haleem offered his praise repeatedly.

"You flatter me. Primarily, there is a possibility of finding clues. Furthermore, I suspect that if outsiders like us were among those detained, the prison might contain lost witchcraft or various other treasures."

Rein chose not to mention the Meditation Method directly, opting instead to adjust his explanation slightly.

In truth, Rein was being honest, for if the Sect Leader of the Valziger School had been seized, he would certainly be counted among those imprisoned outsiders.

"Lord Rein, allow me to go with you," Terrio suggested, standing up.

"The wounds on my body have already begun to scab over. They are merely minor injuries and pose no significant problem," Sword Saint Terrio insisted.

"I appreciate the offer, but Lord Terrio, despite your injuries being stable, your physical stamina is nearly spent, making further exploration unwise. Moreover, these three vital memory crystals are here; I believe our top priority must be ensuring their protection and arranging their transport out," Rein replied, shaking his head.

"Therefore, it is best if you all remain at the camp to rest and recover. I shall return within the next twenty-four hours."

"Naturally, should I fail to return by the appointed time, you possess the structural map of the Floating City and may proceed with the evacuation on your own."

"This..." Terrio and the others looked at one another, wanting to protest, yet they found themselves without a counterargument.

Rein’s logic was sound; the worth of those three memory crystals was simply too immense.

Taking the crystals into the depths of the prison carried too much risk, but leaving them at the temporary camp with limited combat strength also made them feel uneasy.

"Very well, Lord Rein. Please exercise extreme caution!"

"May fortune favor your journey, Lord Rein."

"Thank you, I shall be careful." Rein gave a nod and turned to depart.

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Shortly thereafter.

Rein arrived back at the mechanical construction zone on the negative second floor.

By now, a few wandering goblin corpses were drifting toward the site of the explosion, though their numbers remained low.

After dispatching a few that crossed his path, Rein relied on his memory to travel west, heading toward the prison's location.

He advanced swiftly for roughly seven hundred meters, dodging goblin corpses along the way. Gradually, the thick clusters of hanging chains and machinery thinned out, and Rein’s line of sight opened up.

A few hundred meters ahead, a massive, open hall came into view.

On the western side of this hall lay a dark corridor, guarded by two strange and gargantuan half-body statues at the entrance.

Despite being only torsos, they stood over ten meters tall. Their massive, gray metal arms held heavy two-handed hammers, each seven or eight meters long. The hammers were crossed in the air, resembling a ceremonial bayonet guard for a grand procession.

"Wait? Could these be Torrim Demon Statues, crafted in the likeness of the ancient Torrim Giants?"

Rein scrutinized the statues and immediately felt a sense of danger.

This realization came from the goblin engineering data he had committed to memory earlier.

Even in their truncated forms, these figures bore a striking resemblance to the Torrim Demon Statues detailed in the advanced goblin engineering records of the second memory crystal.

Anyone who dismissed these as mere decorations would be making a fatal mistake.

They would likely face severe injury or instant death!

The Torrim Demon Statues were replicas built by ancient goblin engineers to mimic the legendary Torrim Giants, who possessed the power to command lightning. While only a partial imitation, the strength they wielded was still terrifying.

Rein focused, trying to recall the specific details he had read.

"When that heavy hammer falls, it triggers a thunderous blast covering a ten-meter radius. Heavens, it leaves no room to hide," Rein thought, eyeing the narrow passage that was barely five meters wide.

"A direct hit would paralyze the entire body. Even with high Thunder Resistance, the resulting stiffness would drastically slow one's movement!"

"Furthermore, the eyes can discharge arc rays, providing a lethal long-range strike."

"This is going to be quite a challenge..."

Still, by identifying these as demon statues, Rein had already bypassed the deadliest deception.

He was now aware of their origins and the unique abilities they could deploy.

After considering his options for a moment, Rein decided against using any elaborate schemes.

When subtlety fails, simplicity is best.

Chanting a swift incantation, he raised his right hand. A dark silver disc, several meters across, materialized and began to whirl violently above his palm.