Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1464 - 502: Prison_3

This attack was none other than the "Blade-toothed Disc," a single-target Dawn Killing Move that Rein had only recently perfected!

"Go!"

In the blink of an eye!

The dark silver disc spun with incredible velocity, trailing a shimmering ring of light as it carved a graceful arc through the air, slamming directly into the Torrim Demon Statue positioned to Rein's left!

"Chizz!"

The chest of the construct was protected by a hardened shell reinforced with permanent curing, yet it failed to hold out for even a second before the Blade-toothed Disc tore through the defense.

"Zzz!!!"

An internal energy source was evidently ruptured, causing a violent spray of electrical arcs to erupt from the jagged gash in its torso.

Rein had targeted this specific area with precision, knowing the energy apparatus was situated exactly three meters beneath the machine's neck.

As the Blade-toothed Disc ground through the metal and retracted, the following moment brought chaos!

"Boom!!!"

A thunderous blast echoed through the hall. Before the Torrim Demon Statue could even attempt a single counterattack, Rein had reduced it to scrap metal.

Had the goblin engineer responsible for this creation been alive to witness this, he would have surely perished from pure indignation.

Rein narrowed his eyes as he watched the explosion of the left-hand Torrim Demon Statue subside.

"It is impressive that this Torrim Demon Statue remains functional after several millennia; the energy reserves seem remarkably potent."

"This suggests that the Floating City’s energy distribution network is still operational to a certain degree."

"Furthermore, there must be a tactical reason why the enemy only deployed the upper half of the Torrim Demon Statue's body."

"There are likely specialized charging conduits embedded beneath the floor," Rein concluded, quickly deducing the mechanics of the room.

Suddenly!

Whether due to a shared sensory link or a pre-programmed defensive sequence, the Torrim Demon Statue on Rein’s right side jerked into motion.

"Intruder detected.... (Ancient Goblin Language)"

Following a deep, mechanical drone, the construct’s massive head swiveled toward Rein, its fist-sized ocular sensors suddenly glowing with light!

"Hmm? Preparing an arc ray?"

"I'm afraid you won't get the chance!" Rein thought coldly.

At that very moment!

"Chizz!"

A massive disc of dark silver metal sliced into the chest of the second Torrim Demon Statue with lightning speed, instantly causing a frenzy of dancing electrical snakes!

The energy core of this statue was located in the exact same position as its predecessor, and it was naturally neutralized by the Blade-toothed Disc in an instant.

The luminescence in its eyes faded once more.

Rein walked forward to confirm the total destruction of the two Torrim Demon Statues before continuing his trek down the corridor.

He did not rush; his movements remained cautious and alert.

Despite possessing the blueprints for the entire Floating City—knowing every corridor's location and the dimensions of every cell—he remained ignorant of what creatures were actually locked within those walls.

Caution was his best ally.

The section nearest the prison entrance served as the general holding area, featuring narrower offshoots branching from the main hallway. Numerous cramped cells lined these side passages.

These were the quarters for low-level prisoners.

After a moment of deliberation, Rein decided to investigate.

He veered toward the left and entered a branch on the right side. Within a few steps, he caught the scent of stale dust stirred by centuries of stagnation.

Mixed with it was the unmistakable odor of rot.

The oppressive shadows did not hinder Rein’s sight, and he soon came across rows of tightly packed cells.

The units were extremely small, measuring only about seven to eight square meters—barely enough space for a bed and a basin. They looked like nothing more than cages for pigeons.

No living prisoners remained; instead, the floors were scattered with skeletal remains of varying sizes.

Judging by the proportions of the leg bones, Rein noted that the majority appeared to be goblins.

After surveying the grim scene, Rein gave a slight shake of his head and turned to exit.

Having started his inspection, Rein felt it necessary to check the common cells on the opposite side as well.

The result was the same; both sides held nothing but the dead, with no signs of life.

It appeared that even the black worms had no interest in parasitizing such mediocre combatants.

"Is it possible that ordinary individuals are immune to infection?"

"Or perhaps they are simply deemed unworthy? A fascinating possibility," Rein mused.

Suddenly, Rein froze, his head snapping upward to stare into the darkness ahead.

If his ears weren't deceiving him, a sound had just echoed from deeper inside... it wasn't the rhythmic clanking of goblin corpses, but rather the distinct sound of moving air.

"Breathing? Could something truly have survived here for thousands of years?"

A flicker of genuine astonishment crossed Rein’s face!