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Chapter 738: Chapter 44: In Dire Straits!
On the Lost Square, the Energy Light Curtain still clearly reflected the life-and-death struggle on the 95th Floor. Crow Felix tilted his head, watching Lynch successfully find the core of the Pseudo-rule grafting array with the "revelation," a trace of unease flashing in his crimson eyes.
He fluttered his wings, turned his head, and asked Naples, who had returned to his meditation with a hint of uncertainty, "Hey, old man... Are we really not breaking the rules of the tower by doing this? Are you sure it’s okay?"
Naples didn’t even lift an eyelid, his calm thoughts resonating directly, carrying an air of detachment: "I have never uttered a word about the trial process within the tower, nor have I ever applied any form of interference. Everything is your own doing, sending your feather in there."
At these words, Crow Felix’s body stiffened abruptly, then puffed up as if his tail had been stepped on, flapping his wings and angrily shrieking and jumping on Naples’ shoulder: "Damn you, Naples! You tricked me!"
"You foresaw that I couldn’t resist intervening, so you deliberately showed me the light curtain, deliberately mentioned Gulwige’s command and Natalia! You used me!"
Naples remained as steady as a rock, merely raising his withered hand and, with precise yet irresistible strength, gently pressed the agitated crow down from his shoulder, his soothing thoughts like icy water, attempting to extinguish its rage: "Calm down, Felix."
He paused, a profound depth that was hard to express in his thoughts: "A violation that is discovered is called a violation. As long as it isn’t recorded by the ’Rules’ themselves, as long as it isn’t explicitly determined by the ’Tower Spirit,’ then... no one can pursue this matter. At least, not on the surface."
The crow was still unwilling to let go, making annoyed cawing sounds from his sharp beak: "It’s easy for you to say! Do you think this little trick can escape his eyes? He will find out sooner or later! You’ve doomed me, and when he comes looking for trouble, you’ll have to answer for it!"
"He won’t know." Naples’ thoughts carried an odd certainty, "At least, he won’t find any definitive evidence from the ’rules’ level. I guarantee it."
Before the crow could continue to complain, he suddenly changed the subject, redirecting his attention back to the young figure busily working in front of the Pseudo-rule grafting array in the light curtain, his thoughts now openly filled with a curiosity and exploration that could not be hidden:
"Speaking of which... Felix, don’t you find this little fellow, himself... extraordinary?"
This abrupt change of topic left the angry crow stunned for a moment, reflexively asking, "Extraordinary? What’s extraordinary?"
Naples’ thoughts, like a scholar discovering a rare treasure, clicked his tongue in amazement: "I mean Lynch. From my observation of his life traces and timeline, he has not been on the Wizard’s Road for very long, perhaps... only a few hundred years."
"In such a short time, how has he mastered such a vast, profound, and even many ancient and obscure fields of knowledge?"
Crow Felix dismissively groomed his feathers with his claws: "What’s so surprising about that? Haven’t you already known? The fragment of the Truth of Time is on him. He can study in environments with different time flows; while a few hundred years passed outside, the exact time he’s experienced is something no one can accurately calculate."
"No, it’s more than just that."
Naples’ thoughts denied this simple assumption, carrying deeper contemplation, "Felix, have you forgotten where this place is? This is the Wizard World! The Wizard’s Road has never been something that can be long traveled solely by accumulating time."
"Understanding of knowledge, compatibility with the rules, the essential transformation of spiritual power... all these require astonishing talent, insight, and even... a certain opportunity."
His thoughts were firmly locked onto Lynch in the light curtain, as if trying to see through him inside and out.
"There must be... something hidden within this little fellow, something even we haven’t perceived or understood. A secret... perhaps even Gulwige might not fully comprehend."
...
Under the Lost Fruit Tree, the battle had completely tilted, presenting a one-sided crushing stance. The barrier of the domain appeared as fragile as thin ice under the sun in front of the true rule. The advantage in numbers appeared so pale and powerless in the face of the absolute dimensional disparity.
The battlefield was a scene of shocking devastation:
Alex’s agile body was nearly severed in half, his lower body completely frozen and shattered by the terrifying mix of Ice and Death Rule power, leaving only his upper body barely suspended by strong Life Force and Ice Energy. His face was deathly pale, his breath weak to the extreme, and the brilliance of the Ice Crystal Dagger in his hand had dimmed, already losing the strength to fight.
Sophia’s situation was even more bizarre and dreadful. She hadn’t sustained much physical trauma, but her entire soul seemed to have been forcibly torn and devoured by more than half!
Her gaze turned hollow and scattered, her once beautiful ice-blue eyes now covered with a layer of ashen gray, the cold aura surrounding her chaotic, like a candle in the wind, relying solely on instinct to construct a fragile ice crystal barrier, unable to form an effective attack anymore.
The most concerning sight was Lilia. Her petite body was curled up behind a massive boulder, clutching her head tightly, her once lively eyes now filled with endless fear and confusion.
Countless translucent Resentful Spirits swarmed around her like locusts, emitting piercing shrieks, relentlessly assaulting her mental defenses. Her mouth let out discordant, heart-wrenching screams, clearly having fallen into complete mental collapse. The toad Magi on her shoulder had also shrunk back to its original size, croaking anxiously yet helplessly.
In the battlefield, only Space, Vanilla, and Philis were still able to stand and maintain their combat stances.
However, they too were at their wit’s end.
Space’s silver hair was tainted with dirt and blood, breathing heavily. Each teleportation was more laborious than the last, obviously due to the enormous drain on spiritual power.
Vanilla’s hand gripping the Cross Sword trembled slightly, the skin on the web of her hand torn, blood trickling down the hilt. Her once fiery fighting spirit was suppressed by the overwhelming pressure. Philis’s white robe was damaged, dried blood crusting his lips, his Light Domain steadily compressing, its brilliance far less radiant than at the start.
The three stood back-to-back, forming a desperate triangle formation, struggling like a lone leaf boat in a storm under the endless assault of Rule Demons controlled by Cyrus. Every block, every Spell clash, was an immense struggle, with defeat seemingly just a breath away.
Cyrus, floating in mid-air, took in the scene below. The playful, cruel smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of weariness and impatience. He yawned lazily, as if bored with the massacre.
"Time to end the game, ants."
He casually waved his hand, no longer toying with the summoned creatures. Instantly, a more concentrated, terrifying Power of Death Rule was mobilized, becoming three substantial, sky-covering waves of pitch-black fog, surging menacingly towards Space, Vanilla, and Philis!
Within the fog waves, countless resentful souls seemed to wail, the Rule power locking onto the space around the three, carrying an aura of absolute annihilation, aiming to engulf both them and their souls!
Faced with this inescapable, unstoppable fatal strike, Space, Vanilla, and Philis’s faces turned ghastly pale, a profound despair seeping into their bones. They clearly felt the powerlessness of their domains before the fog waves of rules, a life instinct-induced fear of a higher-order power.
However—
At this critical juncture!
"Buzz——!"
A deep, resonant hum suddenly came from the edge of the battlefield, where a forbidden field of flowers lay!
Then, to the astonishment of all, thick black tornadoes, composed entirely of pure Power of Death Rule, emerged like great beasts awakening from slumber, rising up! They emitted soul-rending howls, sweeping forth with astounding speed, precisely intercepting the destructive fog waves!
"Bang! Bang bang bang——!"
The collision of rules didn’t result in a colossal explosion but caused a deeper level of law disruption! The black tornadoes and dark fog waves collided fiercely, entwining, mutually eroding and obliterating each other, giving off ear-splitting twisted sounds, with chaotic energy flows tearing fine rifts in space!
This unexpected twist caused Cyrus’s assured victory to falter, his expression drastically changing! His crimson eyes for the first time showed an incredulous look, blurting out in a sharp voice:
"Rule Power?! How is this possible?!"
The Power of Death Rule within these black tornadoes was so pure and violent, it rivaled the strength he obtained through the Pseudo-rule grafting array! Even... faintly carrying a trace closer to the origin!
Meanwhile, within the raging Death Storm, a upright figure boldly appeared, stepping upon the chaotic flow of rules!
A gray robe billowed in the wind, the Ifrid’s Sword in hand blazing with unyielding flames, gray eyes calm as ice, as if the master of death.
It was Lynch!