Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1622 - 561: Full Moon Wizard’s Power
Previously on Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys...
Floating City Ruins Surface Layer.
Intense surges of energy from the depths below left the Federation's epic-level powerhouses stunned into silence for a brief instant.
"Fellows, I believe we shouldn't allow Lord Rein to face the enemy solo..." Haleem shattered the hush right then, voicing his opinion while scanning the faces of the others.
"Yet we're up against seven divine avatars. With only a handful of us, can we truly shift the tide? It'd likely be throwing ourselves into the fire!"
"Indeed, during their assault on the Dragan Empire's Temrael last time, Carlos II perished right there, alongside multiple epic-level warriors and massive dragons. The death toll exceeded the number of us here now..."
"If we charge in, we'll probably just swell the ranks of the fallen..."
"Exactly, and since Lord Rein urged us to retreat first, he must have already weighed this risk. Rushing back would undermine his wise decision, wouldn't it?"
"This..."
In that instant, the group buzzed with heated debate.
After some time, only the resonant tone of Sword Saint Terrio cut through: "All of you, I am absolutely determined to aid Lord Rein, though I get why you're worried, as you've pointed out."
"Thus, even as the head of this expedition, I won't force anyone to act."
"Those who prefer to remain can stay secure here. Those ready to join can come with me below."
With those words, Sword Saint Terrio vanished in a blur, darting rapidly toward the negative first floor via the elevator shaft's path.
The entire floating city appeared to have triggered a certain mechanism, sealing most of the surface's metal cracks, so they had no choice but to descend to the lower level the usual way.
Haleem cast a look over the rest, let out a heavy sigh, and hurried after Sword Saint Terrio without delay.
Og and Otto paused briefly, shared a quick look, and then dashed to catch up right away.
Just the other three lingered in doubt, pondered the matter, but in the end, chose not to pursue.
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Before long, Sword Saint Terrio and his trio of followers reached the negative second floor, yet they halted after only a few strides, gazing ahead in astonishment.
Ahead stood two well-known giant dragons—Black Dragon Metheus and Steel Dragon Dorick—still lingering on the negative second floor without descending further.
From their perspective, both dragons ought to have plunged to the negative third floor by now, assisting Lord Rein in clashing with the divine avatars.
Even if Steel Dragon held back, Black Dragon Metheus, bound as Lord Rein's dragon companion, surely wouldn't shy away from the fray.
"Lord Black Dragon, why aren't you aiding Lord Rein?" Sword Saint Terrio's face grew stern as he advanced.
"It was the master's command that kept us from heading down for now. Oh, and I'd advise you all against going below just yet." Black Dragon Metheus fixed his enormous dragon eyes on Terrio and the others, replying calmly.
"Huh?"
Metheus's statement prompted Terrio and Haleem to trade puzzled glances, bewilderment clear in their stares.
"Down there's a chaotic brawl... er... beyond the seven Evil God avatars... crunch... we've got two ancient goblins corrupted by Fiend Demon too... looks like some Great Craftsman Dupre... creak... plus Great Sage Tamriel..."
Steel Dragon Dorick crunched on a chunk of unidentified goblin machinery scrap as he muttered his reply to Terrio's question.
"What?"
Terrio and his three companions froze in shock at Metheus's revelation.
On top of the seven divine avatars, Fiend Demon forces were involved below?
But how had these rival factions turned on each other?
What about Lord Rein's position?
"I've got it!" Haleem's gaze sparked with sudden realization, his voice brimming with thrill.
"Now I see why Lord Rein opted to rise within the floating city!"
"That's the key!"
Haleem's outburst drew the immediate focus of the other three straight to him.
"Spit it out, Haleem, don't tease us!" Noticing Haleem fondling his beard in that knowing manner without diving in, Sword Saint Terrio pressed impatiently.
"Er... hold on, Lord Terrio, give me a second to sort out the explanation."
"Well... Lord Terrio might not know this, but I came across it in an old travel journal: Fiend Demons and Evil Gods apparently harbor deep enmity toward one another."
"And? Does that mean they're friendly to us humans? Why are they clashing with each other instead of targeting Lord Rein?" Terrio queried, utterly perplexed.
"Recall that subspace teleportation skill Lord Rein showed us?" Haleem turned to the trio, a grin spreading across his face.
"I'm certain Lord Rein has hidden away already. That's precisely why the Fiend Demon avatars and divine avatars are locked in brutal combat down there now."
As Haleem explained, he caught Black Dragon Metheus shooting him a 'clever one, aren't you' expression, confirming his theory hit the mark.
"Ah, so that's how it is..." Og and the Otto brothers grasped it too in a flash, tension easing from their hearts as the grim worry faded swiftly from their features.
"Lord Rein is sly... Wait, no—utterly ingenious!" Amid the crushing strain, Sword Saint Terrio burst into hearty laughter.
The unfolding scenario outshone even his most optimistic hopes.
In what followed, victory over the Fiend Demon avatars and divine avatars hung in the balance, yet with everyone's well-being apparently assured, he as the Federation's chief could finally relax.
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At the same time, over with Rein.
He swiftly located the Steel Heart icon on his Dragon Vein Wizard (Legend) class panel, examining the updated description shifts: