Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 503 502 Forbidden Spell: Time Reversal

The divine plane didn't even have cannons, let alone motorcycles.

Mages had their own pride, a flying carpet was acceptable to sit on, but a steam motorcycle was somewhat disdainful.

The two of them alighted from the mechanical castle's market and didn't take any mode of transportation. They came to a secluded dark spot where no one paid attention, and using the "Levitation Skill" floated away and disappeared into the darkness.

In the mechanical market, in a remote corner suitable for a clandestine meeting, the steam pipes hissed, and the spatial fluctuations also vanished in a flash.

Number 19 watched as Su Lun, who had suddenly disappeared into thin air, and a hint of astonishment crossed her face as she murmured, "He really went alone."

A sense of relief passed through her eyes, yet at the same time, she found it somewhat unbelievable.

"He has become so strong..."

Number 19 remembered that the last time they parted, Su Lun was only Second Order. Back then, he indeed had some spatial abilities, but compared to the spatial technique he had effortlessly executed just now, it was like heaven and earth apart.

Thinking about the enemies being two Seventh Order mages, the seriousness in Number 19's heart never dissipated.

Although she knew that Su Lun would not undertake something he was unsure of, she felt that she could not just stand by and watch.

What if the enemy had accomplices?

What if it was a trap?

What if there were other unexpected developments...

After all, it's been too long since she'd seen him, and Number 19 didn't know Su Lun's current combat strength. She thought it over and decided to follow him out of the mechanical castle, thinking that if Su Lun encountered trouble, she could lend a hand.

...

On the other hand.

The two mages using the Levitation Skill weren't slow, and they were floating towards a stronghold in the darkness.

They weren't afraid of being tracked either.

If those mechanical warriors in the market, who were on average only Second or Third Order, really followed, they certainly wouldn't be able to avoid their perception.

But the two were careful enough.

However, just as they left the mechanical market by a few kilometers, a ripple flashed in the void, and a person wearing a black cloak appeared in their view.

A spatial alchemist?

Before the two Seventh Order mages could understand why there would be someone with such strong spatial abilities among a bunch of mechanical warriors, a crisis of death had already struck them.

Su Lun had already thought of various scenarios to deal with these two before his arrival.

Just two of them, which was seventy percent less pressure than when he faced four enemies last time.

Teleportation, spatial confinement, wax figures, gargoyles, black scythes, dragon-slaying daggers, domineering aura, and Death's domain shattered the magic shields... a crushing tactic took the other party completely by surprise.

But after all, they were Seventh Order mages and had certain combat strength.

Bright magic light exploded in the night sky, like several fireworks, making quite a noise.

But they didn't put much pressure on Su Lun.

After a few exchanges, two bodies lay on the ground.

"Fire mages..."

Su Lun looked at the bodies on the ground and pursed his lips.

In order not to draw too much attention, he chose to use his full strength from the start to end the battle quickly.

And everything went exactly as planned.

The few Seventh Order mages he encountered in the West Sea before, because he didn't know the strength of the opponents, fought more cautiously.

Now with the intelligence in hand, Su Lun had a clear understanding of the combat strength of all the standard Seventh Order mages within the mage groups.

Legion-style mages were mostly of standard elemental types, like the Knight Legions. For the sake of more efficient team combat power, their learned magic had a high degree of similarity, with few strange and unusual abilities.

This made things much more predictable.

Just now was almost a series of moves targeting the mage's weaknesses.

The mages of the divine plane were not without combatants with exceptional abilities, and there were those comparable to the "Top Ten Legendary Bounty Hunters."

But Su Lun was certain that two Sixth Order individuals running errands to collect information definitely weren't "elite."

Even if his judgment was wrong and the full effort just now didn't kill the opponent, it would still take them by surprise.

And he would still have a chance to escape.

After all, he killed them without much effort.

...

Because it was a full-force outbreak, the battle made quite a bit of noise.

Su Lun didn't dare delay, harvested the two souls, and collected their bodies as well.

After assimilating those memories, he immediately obtained some crucial intelligence.

"So the 'Urobolos Space-Time Ring' is something that the deity 'Master of Time' is looking for after issuing divine instructions?"

This was almost what Su Lun had anticipated, those seeking the fragment were not any ordinary characters but a deity.

Although these two didn't know the use of it, they speculated that it might be related to the "Time Law," some kind of high-ranking Divine Artifact.

Moreover, Su Lun learned another piece of information.

The hefty reward offered by these people wasn't ineffective; they had also obtained a very important piece of information.

An adventurer had provided them with a tip, saying that they had seen the ring pattern in the Monster Mountains.

Su Lun pondered, "The totem of the dwarven race in the mountains, the Giant God Mountain... If it's in that direction, wouldn't that be the mountain range near the dwarf relic that contains 'living silver'?"

His thoughts spun around, and he already had a rough guess in his heart.

"Looks like I need to make a trip there..."

Su Lun's mind flashed through countless thoughts in an instant, but his hands were quick to act.

He took out several specially-made incendiary bombs designed to destroy traces and threw them right at the area of combat.

He didn't dare to linger any longer at the scene.

Because these individuals had another secret stronghold in the mountains several dozen kilometers away, where a bunch of divine race mages were stationed.

According to the stripped information, the leader of this mage group was a divine servant nun of the "Holy Military Order."

The Holy Military Order was part of the divine race's clergy, with only those with the best talents and strongest abilities being selected as servants of the deities.

Their combat strength was unknown, but decidedly strong!

Su Lun estimated that they were likely the troublesome kind of existence comparable to the "Top Ten Legends."

Before advancing to Seventh Order, he had no desire to fight with those beings with all sorts of strange and weird abilities.

With a "boom,"

Several incendiary bombs exploded into exaggerated mushroom fireballs.

The flame wave could incinerate nearly all traces of battle within its range, making it difficult for anyone to find anything even if they did come searching.

Su Lun's eyes reflected the red glow of fire as he turned and teleported away, not even leaving footprints behind.

In the darkness of the night, a figure flickered through the void, moving rapidly.

The dark crown above his head shone brilliantly as Su Lun, retreating, also sensed the unusually intense insight and thought to himself, "But on the other hand, the insight of death gained from hunting a seventh-tier mage is quite substantial, and the understanding of the elemental laws has also improved a lot. If I strip a few more seventh-tier elemental mages, I might meet the conditions to merge with the 'God Profaner Crown'..."

He had discovered earlier that the mages from these divine planes were really good subjects for stripping.

These otherworldly mages have a considerable understanding of the elemental laws of their respective systems, yet they're much easier to deal with than seventh-tier Alchemists.

He has harvested nine in total, and the elemental laws of earth, wind, water, fire, lightning, and light that Su Lun comprehended visibly filled in a large gap, almost reaching an "S-" rating.

Moreover, that "Mason" mage he had just stripped knew that within the borders of the Mafa Empire, there was currently a full "hundred-mage battalion" that had descended!

If he doesn't encounter too many of them, three to five... it seems like... entirely feasible.

...

Meanwhile, as Su Lun was fighting, a motorbike quietly charged through the darkness.

Number Nineteen also had a Dawn Organization communication ring, so she could clearly sense Su Lun's position.

Amid the intense combat noise in the darkness, she knew that a battle must have started on his end.

Number Nineteen did not delay any further; the speed of her motorbike increased.

However, she had not gone far when she saw a mushroom fireball suddenly explode in the distance, which startled her.

Number Nineteen thought there was some accident, as she felt Su Lun's cautious character would not normally cause such a big commotion.

She was just about to prepare to unlock the energy storage switch of the mecha's boiler and rush over.

Suddenly!

A ripple flashed in mid-air, and a cloaked figure appeared within sight.

Number Nineteen's pupils shrank, and even though the figure was wrapped in a cloak, she recognized it was Su Lun.

What's happening, is he being pursued by the enemy?

The fire from the incendiary in the distance was still burning, and Number Nineteen's intuition told her that something unexpected must have happened.

At the same time as being shocked, she was already prepared for battle.

Number Nineteen was a super mecha warrior herself, with top-tier combat reflexes. The moment Su Lun appeared, she performed a beautiful drift to halt the motorbike abruptly, and as she tumbled, various mechanical devices on her body clicked and clacked metallically. A suit of silver combat armor already covered her entire body. By the time she stood firm, all kinds of combat equipment were ready to go.

Su Lun couldn't help but smile wryly at her grand reaction.

He had just teleported to speed up the journey when he discovered Number Nineteen's spatial coordinates were nearby, so he teleported over to rendezvous.

Number Nineteen showing up didn't surprise Su Lun, after all, she was a former combat partner with whom he had a tacit understanding.

The two exchanged glances, and the atmosphere in that moment was a bit odd.

Seeing that no pursuers were coming and noticing the calm expression on Su Lun's face, Number Nineteen grew even more puzzled and asked, "What's going on?"

Su Lun smiled, "The battle over there has ended. I saw you were coming, so I came over."

"???"

Upon hearing this, Number Nineteen obviously froze for a moment, then finally grasped what he was saying.

I was ready for an intense battle,

but it turns out...

"You say you're done?"

"From the beginning of the battle until now, how many minutes has it been?"

"Aren't there two seventh-tier enemies?"

A series of question marks crazily flooded into Number Nineteen's mind, unable to understand how a sixth-tier professional could end a battle with two seventh-tier Mages so quickly.

She reflexively asked, "Did the enemies flee?"

Su Lun shook his head with a smile, "No, I killed them."

Number Nineteen: "..."

Su Lun knew now was not the time for explanations, as the motorcycle that he had knocked away was right at his feet. He picked it up and consciously took a seat in the back, eyes gently rippling with a hint of a smile, "Let's go, we'll leave here first."

"You..."

Number Nineteen stared at him for a moment.

Finally, her tense brows relaxed, turning into a faint smile at the corners of her mouth.

She walked over, her Mecha transitioning from combat mode back to regular mode, mounted the motorcycle, and then said, "You seem to have become incredibly powerful."

Su Lun simply smiled without affirmation or denial.

Number Nineteen didn't say more, feeling a bit downhearted for "presumptuously" not being able to help.

But more than that, there was joy, since it was better that she hadn't helped.

The motorcycle's engine hadn't died yet; as Su Lun embraced Number Nineteen's waist, in that moment, he seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to stare at a spot among the rocks!

Number Nineteen sensed the sudden chill in the air behind her and asked alertly, "What is it?"

"It's nothing."

After a moment's thought, the feeling had vanished, and Su Lun, with thoughts swirling in his eyes, said again, "Just now, for a moment, I felt as if someone was watching me."

Number Nineteen also didn't dare to take it lightly as she listened, "So where do we go now?"

Professional's sense of crisis is something one absolutely cannot ignore; Su Lun thought of something and said, "Back to the market!"

There were many people there; even if someone had used some mysterious method to observe them, such vigilance would be disrupted in a crowd.

This was the safest countermeasure.

Number Nineteen didn't say anything more, and the motorcycle sped off into the darkness.

...

The noise from Su Lun killing the two seventh-tier Mages was not insignificant.

Shortly after he left, a series of motorcycle lights began to appear on the wasteland.

The meddlers drawn by the flames were converging on the site of the incident.

However, before they arrived, a figure in a black and white nun's habit, like a specter, appeared at the fire-ravaged scene after just a few flickers.

Her teleportation magic was very similar to Spatial Teleportation, but oddly, there were no spatial fluctuations.

If Su Lun was there, he would certainly recognize the nun as Jonabel Marsha, the commander of the Mage group from the intelligence he had dissected, the 'Forbidden Nun' from the Holy Army.

The nun looked at the burning scene, her expression extremely somber.

She had received an emergency assault alert from her subordinates and had set off immediately.

Little did she expect, she was still too late.

"Could it be that I've been marked by a Rank 8 Mechanical Warrior from the Alchemy Plane?"

The first thought that sprang to Jonabel Marsha's mind was this.

A Rank 7 Mechanical Warrior of the average sort wouldn't be able to kill two Rank 7 Magic Conductors so swiftly.

She thought, then lifted the magic staff in her hand, and began chanting an arcane magic incantation, "O Great Master of Time, grant me the power to glimpse the secrets of time..."

The string of incantations was recited in a matter of breaths, the staff glowed with a sacred white light, and she exclaimed, "Forbidden Spell: Time Reversal!"

It was at this very moment, when the light from the staff shone brightly, that a bizarre scene unfolded!

Within the area covered by the white light, the surrounding flames rapidly receded, then the silhouette of a person in a cloak throwing an incendiary grenade appeared...

Although it was like looking through a layer of thick fog, features and details hazy and unclear, had Su Lun been there, he would have been astonished—it was the scene of him throwing the incendiary grenade just moments ago to cover his tracks!

Then, the reversal continued.

It was the clean and efficient assassination process.

Like a film being rewound, the entire sequence where Su Lun had previously caught up and slain the two mages replayed before the nun.

Jonabel Marsha's expression grew incredibly somber.

While she couldn't directly see who it was, she now knew what had befallen her two subordinates.

"To think that the Essence Plane still harbors such a talented professional..."

She murmured a string of incantations again, a flash of light appeared on her staff, and she discerned the direction in which the cloaked figure had retreated.

Her figure reappeared, and Jonabel Marsha was already several kilometers away.

There were tire tracks from a motorcycle on the ground and signs of upturned soil where someone had fallen onto the muddy ground.

This was exactly the place where Su Lun had encountered Number 19 before.

The glow from her staff was like candlelight illuminating the surroundings, as the nun reversed time, once again observing two blurred silhouettes apparently conversing with each other.

In just an instant, suddenly, the cloaked person turned their head as if they had seen her.

Jonabel Marsha's pupils shrank sharply, "Such strong perception!"

Even Su Lun didn't know that he had locked eyes with an enemy across the expanse of time and space.

Looking at their direction of departure towards the bustling Mechanical Market, the nun tried to probe further but ultimately gave up.

The person was extremely alert. Having gone to the market meant that the possibility to be tracked by magic had been severed.

...

Meanwhile, more and more people flocked to Mechanical City to see the commotion.

And Su Lun along with Number 19 had quietly returned to the vicinity of the market.

The gathering would only grow livelier as the late night progressed, with more motorcycles arriving and people coming and going.

No one noticed that Su Lun and his companion had come back.

In a dark corner untouched by the searchlights, the two erected a tent and changed their outfits.

Su Lun's sleight of hand in changing outfits was swift, now donning an external skeletal ensemble.

Number 19's outfit change was a bit more complicated.

She had to painstakingly remove her battle mechanical limbs, replacing them with her previous day-to-day prosthetics.

This process was not only about disassembly and installation but also about releasing stored energy, setting the dangerous mini-missiles and magical energy weapons into a dormant state, akin to unchambering a bullet.

Su Lun's night vision ability was excellent, and he watched as she changed into that mechanically bodied suit with graceful feminine lines, and complimented, "That's a beautiful design."

Number Nineteen glanced at him and took that as a response.

She didn't shy away either, and put on the bionic skin.

This scene felt familiar.

When the two were adventuring in the Dawn Relic, Su Lun had even helped her change her mechanical limbs personally.

Number Nineteen, looking at his interested demeanor, asked again, "Do mechanical limbs with bionic skin look less strange?"

Su Lun didn't avert his gaze either, and seriously said, "They all look good. I think you looked super cool when you transformed into combat mecha earlier!"

"Hehe."

Number Nineteen chuckled, her eyes curving into a smile, seemingly in a good mood upon hearing those words.

She then put on liquid leather clothing, concealing her figure.

The gender concepts in Mafa were much more open than those in Ruying. In the darkness, there was a constant buzz of men and women engaged in indescribable acts. Passersby were accustomed to it and found nothing unusual.

Su Lun and her spent about half an hour in the dark after changing clothes and, finding that no one pursued them, they then stepped out.

Those who had been watching the commotion before had also returned. The scene of the battle left no trace, and those people saw nothing.

It was probably thought that someone had simply thrown a few incendiary grenades.

As dusk fell deeper, Mechanic City became increasingly lively.

Thousands of motorcycles were parked in the wasteland, and dozens of mini airships were also floating in the sky.

It was now midnight, the busiest time for the gathering.

Su Lun also noticed that there seemed to be quite a few people from the Mafa intelligence department around.

They had probably received the news and come to investigate.

He didn't mind and walked around the market with Number Nineteen, full of interest.

Terrestrial relics were easier to excavate than those in the sea, and these adventure groups of Mafa really had some good stuff in their hands.

With his All-knowing Eye, the chances of finding bargains were very high.

Moreover, materials and cursed objects used by traditional alchemists seemed to be undervalued here.

Su Lun picked up quite a few bargains.

After wandering around for a while, the two sat down in a snack shop to eat.

Having a place to sit and chat in Mechanic City was not cheap.

But Su Lun was not short of money, and they chatted leisurely while watching the mechanized combat match in the central cage.

After discussing the previous battle, they started talking about their future plans.

At this time, Su Lun said, "I'm planning to find a hunter group as soon as possible and then head to the Monster Mountains..."

When he had previously obtained information from the Moses family that there was a dwarven relic in the Monster Mountains with an astonishing reserve of "Activated Silver," he had thought about checking it out.

Furthermore, now that he had learned that the "Urobolos Ring" had appeared in a mountainous dwarven tribe nearby, he was even more determined to go.

After all, those beings from the heavenly planes were already aware of the intelligence and would certainly send people there. If there were indeed fragments, and those people got their hands on them, it would be difficult to take them back.

Hearing this, Number Nineteen asked, "Do you need me to go with you?"

Her tone was not very confident.

She had felt that, as a sixth-order mechanized warrior, her combat power should be of some help. But after that battle just now, she finally gained an accurate impression of Su Lun's outrageous combat strength.

It seemed... she couldn't be of much help, after all.

Upon hearing this, Su Lun laughed and said directly, "Good! I was actually hoping you'd come along."

No. 19 thought he was just being considerate of her feelings by saying that, but seeing the seriousness in his eyes, she became puzzled. "????"

Su Lun said frankly, "I need your abilities!"

The profession of Puppeteer was such that they hardly needed teammates.

If they were stronger than their opponent, a puppet legion could handle almost any situation;

If they faced an unbeatable foe, it was more convenient for him to escape alone.

However, No. 19's situation was somewhat different.

Su Lun had never overlooked the brief anomaly he had perceived earlier.

After returning to the market, he had been replaying every detail in his head, trying to locate the source of that perceptual anomaly.

After his previous kill, he hadn't noticed anything unusual the whole way.

It was only upon making contact with No. 19 again that he sensed he was being probed by some mysterious technique.

After deducing various possibilities, the only reasonable one Su Lun could think of was No. 19's "Angel's Blessing Aura"!

If logic and science couldn't solve a problem, then it must be metaphysical.

This aura could avert misfortune and attract fortune...

He felt that it was because he was with No. 19 that the aura had also affected him, allowing him to sense the impending crisis.

After hearing this, No. 19 realized what he meant and said with a laugh, "So... you're treating me as a lucky charm?"

Neither needed to beat around the bush, and Su Lun replied directly, "Yeah."

No. 19, though feeling something was a bit odd, didn't see anything wrong with it and chuckled in agreement, "All right."

....

Su Lun and No. 19 ended up sitting at the snack stall for half an hour.

The crowd in the market was growing increasingly larger, to the extent that it felt slightly abnormal.

Su Lun stayed here, in fact, to evade the investigation by that mysterious power and to see if there would be any follow-up to tonight's events.

Then, the mages from the divine plane were not what he ended up waiting for.

But he managed to identify quite a few people from the Mapha intelligence department, and there were also various soul fluctuations that clearly belonged to top mechanized warriors.

Su Lun hadn't been concerned about it in the least and was leisurely enjoying the spectacle.

It was only natural for these people to come and investigate.

The higher-ups of Mapha knew about the plane invasion, and they must guess that either top-tier professionals or mages were involved in the battles, which weren't characteristic of mechanized warriors.

Whichever it was, the official Mapha authorities had to take it seriously.

However, what he hadn't expected was that among the soul perceptions, he suddenly sensed a familiar person.

"Huh... why is this guy here too?"

Su Lun spotted that short-haired girl in the crowd—wasn't she Dora, the very same damsel in distress whom he had parted ways with just yesterday?

Oh, he almost forgot, she was also a major-level intelligence officer in the Mapha military.

Somehow, Dora perceived Su Lun not long after he recognized her soul, and she actually recognized him, despite his mechanized mask disguise.

That damsel in distress approached directly, unceremoniously sat down at the table, and grumpily said, "Sir, what are you doing here too?"

Seeing that she had recognized him, Su Lun didn't pretend not to know her and asked with a smile, "How did you recognize me?"

At these words, Dora rolled her eyes at him as if to say, do you think I'll tell you?

She got straight to the point, "Does tonight's incident have anything to do with you?"

While it sounded like a question, the moment she had seen Su Lun, the puzzlement in her eyes had disappeared completely. Her intuition told her that tonight's affair was his doing!

Su Lun smiled, "Hmm."

He had given the damsel in distress a detailed briefing about the divine beings previously. It wasn't surprising that someone as clever as her could guess it.

Dora's expression turned grave for a moment before she asked again, "What exactly is going on?"

Su Lun replied, "Same old, looking for treasures."

Dora's eyes flickered as if she had guessed something, "That million-bounty?"

Su Lun didn't expect that with just one sentence, the damsel had gotten so close to the truth and looked at her in amazement.

Reading his glance, Dora said softly, "Those guys have been on the military's radar for a while, and they also know that they've been active all over the empire. Is it so strange that I could guess something?"

"..."

Su Lun responded with an amused look but remained silent.

That unique God Profaner attire indeed gave the damsel an ability similar to a mind-reading technique.

Besides, it was impossible for such a great magical empire to have no tricks up its sleeve.

However, what Su Lun cared about was not this detail. Just before the two of them met, he sensed a particularly special soul wave emanating from this damsel in distress.

Feeling scrutinized made Dora uncomfortable as if some secret of hers had been exposed, but she kept her composure and said, "Hey, hey, hey, what's with that look? You're not planning to kidnap me again, are you? Let me tell you, this is the imperial capital..."

She had meant to remind him that this was the Mapha Imperial Capital Capitron, where her subordinates were nearby. But for some reason, that didn't give her much confidence.

She instead added softly, "You wouldn't really be so unprofessional, would you? Even pirates don't kidnap the same person twice..."

"Hahaha..."

Hearing this, Su Lun burst into a radiant laugh.

This woman, she possessed an extraordinary cleverness.

Mr. Hei had previously noticed that she hid a big secret, but he was not sure what it was exactly.

At that moment, Su Lun became even more certain.

However, he had no intention of prying further, so they tacitly avoided the subject, and he laughingly said, "How could I possibly?"

He pointed towards the rolling meat soup at the stall and asked, "Care for some?"

Dora was clearly uneasy, and she decisively declined, "Better not."

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She glanced again at this detestable fellow and didn't forget to complain, "The meals you offer aren't exactly affordable for the average person. My family had to pay quite a price for the few days of meals I had with you..."

Su Lun chuckled.

How could he not know she was still griping about the ransom?

No one would have expected that the second meeting between a kidnapper and his hostage would be so harmonious.