Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1616 - 558: General Angerik (3)
Previously on Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys...
"In other words, the longer we drag this out, the less favorable it is for us now." Haleem quickly grasped the point.
He had intended to dedicate several months of extra labor to fixing the King of Tyrannosaurs, enabling it to act as a partner during their venture, yet it now appeared that such time was slipping away fast.
"Yes." Rein nodded.
Rein’s statement promptly led the powerful figures from the Federation who were there to display contemplative looks.
Indeed.
The intensifying Energy Tide rendered the Fiend Demons within the Floating City increasingly volatile.
"Additionally, we at least need to see what’s happening below. Otherwise, without understanding the situation, how can we come up with any solutions?"
Rein’s suggestion resonated strongly with numerous individuals present.
"I agree with Crown Rein’s opinion." Otto nodded.
"I agree too." Ogre also displayed clear endorsement.
Before long, the group arrived at a collective agreement to advance step by step, aiming temporarily to descend to the third lower level and assess the conditions beneath the ruins.
With that, the team descended into the negative first level via the fissure created by the King of Tyrannosaurs, while above ground, a squad of top soldiers, influenced by the Deafness Technique, started moving the carcass of the King of Tyrannosaurs.
Upon reaching the negative first level, Rein observed a marked increase in Goblin army combat machines, including Mechanical Scythe Claw Dragon and Mechanical Scream Dragon, compared to earlier.
Naturally, these kinds of combat machines presented no real challenge to Rein and his allies, who overwhelmed them rapidly, turning them into mere ’tidbits’ for Steel Dragon Dorick.
"No sign of a second King of Tyrannosaurs." Sword Saint Terrio and the rest carefully scouted and informed.
"Okay, then let’s continue onward."
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Once the group ventured into the Second Layer, they encountered even more combat machines—and tougher variants at that—regularly facing off against Mechanical Demon Dragon and similar units.
"Hmm? Seems like they’re coming from the direction of the prison?"
Rein swiftly realized the combat machines weren’t scattered uniformly, but rather originating from one main path.
"Could it be that my battle at that time caused the ground on the negative second level to be damaged?" Rein pondered.
"Let’s go, head in that direction and take a look."
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Meanwhile.
Dragan Empire, Temrael.
In front of Cologne Cathedral, two lines of sixteen elite Paladins clad in silver armor maintained a watchful stance.
At that moment, a youth in opulent garments drew near with somewhat rigid strides, his gaze fixed downward.
"Sir..." The Paladin captain noticed the aristocratic garb and refrained from driving him off right away, instead advancing courteously to ask.
Yet in the following instant, shock etched across his features, halting his speech midway.
What a visage!
The individual appeared to have once possessed a youthful and attractive countenance, but presently the flesh bore deep fissures, with wisps of dark vapor seeping from every split.
It resembled a figure crafted from porcelain, shattered in myriad spots, then crudely reassembled by some force.
What stunned the Paladin captain further were the intruder’s crimson-black eyes, which seemed eager to consume a life—savage and ruthless, far more alarming than the wildest Fierce Species!
"Everyone, be prep..."
As the Paladin captain started to yell ’Be on guard’, a coil of dense black vapor snaked around his form and crushed the sturdy silver armor, twisting it with a ’squeak’.
And the Paladin captain perished instantly!
"Enemy attack!!!"
The Paladins who responded revealed faces of terror and promptly cried out.
"Clap! Clap!"
Within the next moment, the other fifteen elite Paladins met the same fate as their leader.
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