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Chapter 736: Chapter 42: Hint
Lost Tower entrance plaza, eternal silence seems to be its unchanging melody. Naples, like a rock that has existed since ancient times, sits still under the vast space whirlpool, endlessly meditating, guarding the rules and order of this tower.
Suddenly, a barely perceptible fluctuation emerged in the aura around him. The eyes hidden under the shadow of his hood abruptly opened, as if his gaze pierced through the layers of the tower, landing directly on a distant battlefield.
He did not rise, just slowly lifted a withered hand, extending his index finger to lightly tap in the void before him.
Where the fingertip touched, a bit of light blossomed, then swiftly expanded, transforming into an incredibly clear energy light curtain. The scene presented within the light curtain was the real-time image inside the 95th Floor Broken Chapel, where Cyrus embodied rules, devoured Duncan, trapping Lynch and others!
The always noisy crow fluttered its wings and flew over, tilting its head to look at the curtain, a hint of astonishment flashing in its scarlet eyes: "Rule Level power? This guy... is he considered breaking the rules?"
It was well aware of the iron law of the Lost Tower - high-level trialists must not actively strike lower tier trialists, a cornerstone of fair trials within the tower.
Naples’ gaze fixed on the youthful and terrifying "Cyrus" within the curtain, his voice from under the hood remained calm yet carried a hint of precise definition:
"He did not break through by his own cultivation, but temporarily absorbed and maneuvered Rule Level power through that Purgatory Magic Array. It’s a kind of crafty pseudo-rule state, his life essence and soul imprint remain at Domain Level."
He paused, giving his final judgment: "Though wandering at the edge of rules, strictly speaking, he hasn’t violated the prohibition of ’high-level must not actively crush lower tier’. He is still considered a Domain trialist."
The crow scratched its head with its claws, making a hoarse sound: "Oh, playing word games like this? Looks like those little ones are really going to have big trouble. Rule power, even if it’s pseudo-rule, is not something the Domain can withstand."
Its gaze turned to Lynch, who was inside the curtain appearing solemn and prepared, its tone carrying a bit of jest and an imperceptible hint: "Especially this little one named Lynch... that old guy Gulwige specifically gave a greeting. If anything happens to him here, you might not have your ’old friend’ rest easy, would you?"
Upon hearing this, Naples was silent for a moment, his hood slightly drooping, his voice carrying an unquestionable firmness, repeating the principle he upheld: "Within the Lost Tower, trials of life and death are destined by fate. I am merely the Tower Guardian, without authority to interfere with the tower’s established rules and progress. This is the bottom line."
Saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, seemingly to isolate all external disturbances once again.
However, the crow did not fly away sensibly as usual but hesitated, suddenly gently tapping Naples’ shoulder with the tip of its wing, lowering its voice with a meaningful tone:
"Hey, old guy... stop pretending to be asleep. Natalia... do you really think she ’doesn’t matter’ either?"
This name, as if possessing strange magic, caused Naples’ freshly closed eyes to suddenly open again! Although his vast body remained motionless, the peaceful space around him rippled with extremely subtle, almost unnoticeable waves, indicating that his heart was far from calm.
An intangible but heavy aura quietly spread from him as its center.
He still did not turn his head, a cold voice directly entered the crow’s consciousness, carrying a hint of annoyance and exploration at being seen through: "What good did Gulwige offer you? Making you willing to be his spokesman, murmuring repeatedly in my ear."
The crow shrank its neck under the pressure of this aura, chuckled dryly twice, and laughed: "Haha... nothing, nothing substantial. Just... an Elf Treasure Diamond. He said, just ’at a necessary time’, to ’remind’ you once."
"Elf Treasure Diamond?" Naples under the hood let out a cold sneer: "Fourth tier’s top Space material, Elf Treasure Diamond! Just for saying a few words in front of me? This Star Speaker wielding Space Truth, really... willing to spare no expense!"
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Meanwhile, the battlefield within the 95th floor has completely turned into a swamp of despair.
The youthful Cyrus hovered in mid-air, a cat-and-mouse playful smile on his face. He did not personally step into the battle but casually waved his arms as if conducting a symphony.
And with each casual wave of his hand, the surface of the battlefield would immediately surge with billowing black fog, thick as ink! This black fog rapidly twisted and deformed, condensing into various grotesque forms of magic life—
The harpies emitting piercing screams, skeletal warriors whose bones glinted with metallic coldness, zombies stumbling yet with immense strength, and ghouls prowling, their sharp claws aglow with a ghostly light!
These beings, seemingly merely lower-tier undead summons, emitted unsettling waves of rule power in this moment! Every strike, every tear of claw and fang, was infused with the twisted, decaying rule power, easily tearing through domain-level protective magic with astonishing strength and ghostly speed!
The remaining seven of the alliance were locked in a bitter struggle, nearly suppressed to the point they couldn’t lift their heads.
"Holy Light Protection!" Philis waved the Cross Sword, opening an energy light curtain, only for it to be violently shaken by the combined strike of three skeleton warriors, forcing him to stagger back repeatedly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Alex’s form flickered unsteadily under the assault of several harpies. The icy glint of the Ice Crystal Dagger could not truly harm these rule-imbued monsters, instead facing peril at every turn.
Vanilla shouted sharply, the Cross Sword igniting with fierce battle spirit, slashing a charging ghoul aside, but that ghoul rolled in mid-air, the black fog surging, its wounds swiftly healing as it howled and lunged again!
Space utilized space manipulation to flicker continuously, attempting to constrain them, but the monsters’ attacks seemed to interfere with space stability, making each instant teleportation perilous. She finally found a gap, using a precise space cut to slice a harpy attacking Sophia into two, causing it to disperse into black fog.
She immediately seized the chance to fly over to Lynch, who was also barely holding on, and urgently shouted, "Lynch! Think of something quickly! We’ll be worn down like this! What’s with this ghostly array?!"
Lynch swung Ifrid’s Sword, the intense flames forcing a zombie back, yet the blade striking its body felt as though cutting into resilient rubber, leaving only scorch marks, unable to deliver a fatal blow. He frowned, his face full of frustration and confusion:
"Something’s wrong... The power of this Purgatory Magic Array far exceeds what the classics recorded! Supposedly, it should focus on enhancing the host and fortifying defenses, absolutely not able to so easily grant summoning rule-level power! This goes against its energy transmission logic!"
He rapidly recalled all his knowledge about composite magic arrays, yet found no theory that could perfectly explain the current phenomenon. The abilities Cyrus exhibited were almost as if creating from nothing and endowing rules, completely overturning his understanding of domain-level arrays.
Just as Lynch pondered fruitlessly, his heart growing heavier—
A seemingly insignificant, inconspicuous black feather appeared out of nowhere, seemingly unaffected by the chaotic energies of the battlefield and the barrier’s seal, as if guided by an invisible hand, floating down from the dim sky.
It deftly avoided all energy turbulence and flying demons, landing precisely in front of Lynch.
Lynch’s gaze focused, instinctively reaching out to catch the feather. The moment his fingers touched the feather!
"Poof!"
The black feather silently burst apart, transforming into a wisp of pure black aura, as if possessing intelligence, darting directly into Lynch’s brow with blinding speed!
A cold and unfamiliar surge of information flowed swiftly into his sea of consciousness, not complex knowledge but a clear, core-targeting "revelation"!
Lynch shuddered all over, his grey eyes first flashing with astonishment, then bursting with sudden clarity! All previous doubts and contradictions instantly connected under this "revelation"!
"So that’s it... That’s how it is!" he murmured in a shocked tone, full of enlightenment, "No wonder the Purgatory Magic Array behaves so unusually, its power exceeding estimates..."
He lifted his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, scanning the entire battlefield once more, especially the demons shrouded in rule black fog summoned by Cyrus, and the flickering spell lines on the ground, finally revealing a deeper truth that had previously been overlooked!
"This is not just a Purgatory Magic Array!"