Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 508 507: The Resentful Black Dragon

The ten-thousand Mage army from the Celestial Plane had just arrived when they unleashed a wide-ranging magic curse, flattening a vast stretch of the forest.

They were likely trying to intimidate the natives of the alchemist plane.

It's like when two armies go to war; if the first battle hurts, the subsequent ones become much easier.

Ten thousand Mages floated in midair, their magic power surging like a tide, converging into one place, as if a Magic God had descended, its oppressive might making scalps tingle.

Su Lun was very clear about the combat power of the Mage army.

These guys from the Celestial Plane turned the advantage of numbers into a qualitative change. The combined power of two eighth-tier Sages of Law and ten thousand Mages would make even a ninth-tier mage hesitate to clash head-on.

The ten-thousand Mage army floating in the sky stirred up great commotion, each of them looking down with disdain, as if ready to sweep through everything.

Theoretically, their power was indeed enough to wreak havoc on an alchemist plane without divine beings.

However, the situation was different now.

The hot-tempered Dwarf brothers from the mountain lands weren't going to accommodate their enemies.

Indeed, they were startled by the destructive might of the magic.

But instead of submitting, they released the seal, dragging everyone into the cursed space "Grudge of the Dwarf King."

Rather than being destroyed by others, it was better to destroy together.

Seeing this situation, Su Lun knew that those guys from the Celestial Plane were unlucky.

In the cursed space, there was nothing else, but the "Lord of Grudge" was an evil dragon viewed as taboo by the Dwarf race.

As the lord of the skies, how could a dragon tolerate a bunch of flies buzzing in its own territory?

Before the Mages could even comprehend why the scenery of heaven and earth had changed, from the volcano crater of the massive Giant God Mountain, shaped like a colossal sword, suddenly a black dragon with a hundred-meter wingspan burst forth.

The dragon roared sonorously, its dominance unbearable.

The evil dragon didn't dawdle; like a swift black streak of light, it flew up to the sky and spewed out a breath of Darkness Dragon Breath.

Caught off guard, the Mage army reacted swiftly; the team contracted quickly and then chanted in unison to fortify a magic shield. In an instant, countless golden-yellow egg-shaped magic shields converged, forming a gigantic Rune Gold Light Magic Shield, enveloping all of the army within.

Although the magic shield dimmed slightly in some areas from the dragon's breath, it remained mostly unaffected as a whole.

One of the two eighth-tier Sages of Law took charge of defense, while the other organized a part of the group to chant an offensive spell, "Oh great Holy Light Master, we pray for Your Divine Power to descend, to summon the magic that dispels Darkness..."

The team members coordinated flawlessly, their actions uniform.

In a flash, their spells rang out across the sky.

Floods of magic energy surged, and the Holy Light shone brightly, a colossal blast of Holy Light Technique, rivaling tier nine spells, charged towards the black dragon.

Like a Light Sword

The dragon's pitch-black glistening scales were nearly immune to ninety-nine percent of magic damage; Darkness devoured the light.

However, the existing corroded holes on the wings from earlier damage provided an opportunity for the light to penetrate.

Feeling pain, the black dragon let out a shrill roar; its dragon might was so overwhelming that the lower-ranking Mages fell like raindrops. But such a loss was almost insignificant to the ten-thousand Mage army.

The two sides began a fierce battle in the sky.

...

Meanwhile, some ten kilometers away, on a gigantic tree.

Su Lun let down Unit 19 and took out mechanical parts, helping her replace her damaged mechanical limbs while watching the distant battle.

Successive energy storms cascaded higher and higher, and in the center of the battlefield, hundred-meter trees were toppled in swathes.

Even the whirling wind was saturated with the scent of magic.

Unit 19 had never seen or known about the existence of such a ferocious dragon in this place.

Dragons, these superior creatures, naturally exert a bloodline pressure on other beings.

Even from a great distance, there was an instinctual feeling of being overawed.

She looked around in astonishment and blurted out, "Is this... a mythic dragon?"

Having previously identified the intelligence, Su Lun already knew about the dragons in this plane, so he was not surprised.

While he was helping her replace the magic furnace, he answered nonchalantly, "Hmm. Tens of thousands of years ago, an injured black dragon from who knows where took over Celestial Mountain and then enslaved this group of mountain Dwarfs. The grudge of the Dwarf King of that time did not dissipate, plus the energy of Death from that crevice, eventually formed this cursed space."

"..."

Hearing Su Lun's words, Unit 19 then understood what had happened.

It was indeed a mythic dragon.

Her gaze lingered on the black dragon; it felt like being in a myth, a surreal yet tangible magical experience.

Encountering such a terrifying mythic beast, one instinctively felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

But she glanced again at Su Lun and, from his composed expression, also found a sense of security. She asked, "You don't seem to be panicking at all?"

Su Lun shrugged and said, "There's nothing to panic about. There are two ways to leave this cursed space: one is to kill that dragon and break open the space. The second is to find the secret passage left by the Dwarf King and escape. I've harvested the memories of the Dwarf race just now and roughly guessed where the passage might be. As long as we don't directly confront that dragon, if we really went looking, we'd find it eventually, even if it takes some time."

To others, this was a "T-level" space, for the evil dragon was simply impossible to defeat.

But for Su Lun, the problem wasn't too big.

He could teleport, and while the black dragon was strong, as long as he avoided it, the odds were it couldn't kill him.

The rest was just a matter of time.

Spatial ability and clay figurines of the earth element are the best means to find secret passages.

This cursed space is limited in range, and if we search slowly, we'll definitely find a way out.

Compared to the value of this space, Su Lun felt that spending a bit of time was totally worth it.

"..."

Upon hearing this, the seriousness in Number Nineteen's eyes instantly dissipated.

It was replaced by astonishment.

She did not hide her thoughts and said directly, "Su Lun, I just realized, you've become so powerful."

It wasn't until that battle that she truly witnessed Su Lun's real combat strength.

When she saw Su Lun kill five seventh-level mages in a second, she was already shockingly impressed.

But it was after watching the thrilling battle with that nun that she became even more aware of the terrifying extent of Su Lun's strength.

He was definitely not any sixth-tier professional.

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Even any seventh-tier she had ever seen was no match for him.

Considering the opponent with the strange time abilities just now, Number Nineteen thought that if it were her, she might not stand a chance. Even with seventh or eighth level mechanical limbs upgrades, she might not be able to survive.

Hearing this, Su Lun laughed and said, "I owe it to you. Otherwise, I couldn't have won this time."

The victory in this battle did indeed have to do with strength.

But luck played a key role.

If he hadn't brought Number Nineteen, the one who might not have survived the previous encounter could truly be Su Lun himself.

Listening to this, Number Nineteen glanced at Su Lun out of the corner of her eye and pursed her lips.

She had intended to help.

But as a result, she got pinned to a tree at the first encounter.

She wasn't clear on the dangerous and complex reasoning process that Su Lun experienced; she only knew she followed his arrangement and said some dialogue.

So, she didn't feel like she was very helpful; instead, she felt more like a burden.

Su Lun just laughed, not offering any further explanation.

As companions, many polite words did not need to be said.

Besides, the concept of a "lucky charm" in the mysterious field of study was also unclear.

...

Since there were spare parts for the mechanical limbs, the replacement process was not troublesome.

Soon, after disassembling and replacing a few key components, Number Nineteen was as good as new.

This is what it means to be a mechanical warrior.

She looked up at the sky and asked, "It seemed like you had noticed the spread of the cursed space beforehand. Did you intend to enter it on purpose?"

With no need to hide anything from each other, Su Lun spoke frankly, "Yes, this cursed space is quite special, and I wanted to confirm a few things by coming here. Moreover, with people from the Celestial Plane entering, I couldn't let them actually break the curse and take the treasures. Although I can't beat them, I can still cause some trouble. This is a rare opportunity..."

This was indeed his makeshift plan beforehand.

It was only after extracting the memories of that 'Forbidden Nun' Joannabelle that he learned the source of this cursed space might likely be a piece of the Urobolos Space-Time Ring.

Although he did not know what exactly the "Divine King Artifact" was, since the divine-rank beings from the Celestial Plane cared so much about it, Su Lun was naturally not going to let it slip by.

Moreover, there was the "Animating Silver."

Su Lun had gotten intelligence from the Moses family that there were vast reserves of Animating Silver in Giant God Mountain.

Getting those divine metals would not be easy for him.

It was only after extracting some memories from the dwarven race that he knew beneath Giant God Mountain was the dwarven royal court. There was indeed an astonishingly rich vein of high-quality ore, including Animating Silver, along with many rare mineral deposits and treasures passed down by the dwarven race.

But with the dwarves' fiery temper and their extreme xenophobia,

Su Lun did not believe he had the influence to casually enlist the help of the dwarves to mine ore.

The timing for entering the cursed space was perfect.

Having so many people blunder ahead was much better than him entering alone; it offered many more opportunities.

If Su Lun had entered by himself, he would have to face that malevolent dragon.

But with the Celestial Plane's group of ten thousand mages arriving, they would not be able to hide. The dragon would inevitably target them first.

With others drawing the dragon's attention, more ideas sprung to Su Lun's mind.

For instance, scavenging during the big battle;

Or exploring the dwarven underground fortress that had remained untouched for tens of thousands of years after that dragon's arrival.

...

"This is indeed a crazy plan..."

Number Nineteen said with a complicated expression after listening to Su Lun's words.

Whether it was the Black Dragon or the ten thousand mage group, to anyone, these would be insurmountable foes to avoid at all costs, yet this guy was thinking of making his move.

Su Lun smiled again and said, "Besides, with you here, our luck couldn't be too bad."

Number Nineteen pursed her lips, feeling dissatisfied with her function as a "lucky charm" though she really couldn't be much help. She silently finished installing and adjusting the last of her mechanical parts.

At this moment, the battle raging in the sky grew increasingly intense.

The Black Dragon and the magic guild of ten thousand mages exchanged blow for blow, creating quite a spectacle.

Although mages from the magic guild occasionally fell from the sky, it seemed they still held a slight advantage.

Su Lun's pupils focused intently as he watched, pondering, "This giant dragon still has the strength of around a ninth rank..."

He had known that this cursed space housed a dragon of resentment, but he had not known exactly how powerful it was.

Su Lun didn't believe he would have survived if he had entered alone to test the dragon's true strength.

Now, as the magic guild clashed head-on with it, the dragon's ninth-rank power was fully revealed.

It could be said that if the magic guild hadn't arrived, even a ninth-rank professional who couldn't counter the dragon's dark Dragon Breath might not necessarily be able to handle it.

And there weren't many ninth-rank professionals on the Alchemy Plane who would be free enough to explore cursed spaces on a lark.

"Strange, this Black Dragon was already injured before. What kind of being could have hurt such a creature?"

Su Lun observed the rotting holes in the dragon's wings, clearly the result of a very high-class dark corrosion power. Even the dragon's strong regenerative ability was unable to stop the spread of the corrosive force through its body.

This meant that, thousands of years ago, the Black Dragon had come here wounded.

If it possessed ninth-rank power now, it must have been even stronger thousands of years ago.

There were no divine ranks on this plane, so there weren't many beings capable of wounding such a creature.

An idea struck Su Lun, and he speculated, "Could it be the other dragons from Dragon Island?"

The dragon scales on a giant dragon's body provided an almost 100% magic immunity to those below its rank, theoretically making it the bane of mages. However, it was precisely these injuries that had disrupted the perfect defense of the dragon's scales.

In the scene before him, the mages didn't miss the opportunity this flaw presented, employing various Light Magic Spells and trading blows with the dragon, both sides sustaining damage.

If the battle continued like this, it was uncertain who would win or lose.

But the situation certainly wouldn't remain at a stalemate.

Seeing this, a thought suddenly emerged in Su Lun's mind, "Those from the Celestial Mountain must also have a 'Legion Magic Conductor,' right?"

The ten-thousand strong magic guild was not just about numbers; they also had their specialized group magic conductors and some unique treasures.

Just as expected!

It was at that moment that Su Lun saw the leader of the guild, an eighth-rank Big Beard Mage, take out a piece of epic magic apparatus—the "Sun Disc."

The entire magic guild began chanting a profound and mysterious spell in unison.

Looking again, a blindingly bright sun had suddenly appeared in the sky.

The leading Big Beard raised his Magic Wand, bellowed, "Forbidden Spell, Sun!"

The name of the move was plain and simple, but its power was terrifying.

With closer inspection, the sun's light transformed into a gigantic Light Sword, charging toward the Black Dragon.

This ninth-rank Light Magic Spell, specifically counteracting the forces of darkness, scorched the Black Dragon so intensely that it wailed in agony. From the rotten parts, the dragon scales were burnt away bit by bit. Its flesh seemed almost to melt away, turning into a fiery red akin to magma.

Su Lun watched with knitted brows, "If this continues, the Black Dragon really might be defeated..."

The Black Dragon could fly, but that didn't guarantee they could kill it. However, if it were seriously injured this time, the magic guild's chances of winning would be even greater in the next encounter.

Seeing this, Su Lun knew it was time for him to make a move.

What the enemy intended to do was exactly what he needed to destroy.

However, he couldn't possibly break through the magic guild's group magical shield. Not with his mere almost seventh-rank.

His black sickle, Rune Umbrella, or any other means at his disposal seemed somewhat pale in comparison to the might of the magic guild.

If he got too close, he would inevitably be annihilated by concentrated fire.

Had it been before, Su Lun truly wouldn't have been able to do a thing to this magic guild.

But after reaping the "Forbidden Nun" Jona Bel, it was a different story.

Thinking, Su Lun pulled out a bow glowing with spiritual light.

This was none other than the special sealed weapon of the Time Law—the "Cronus's Bow of Time Curse."

...

"'The Power of Time' is truly mysterious, worthy of being a high-tier law..."

As Su Lun gazed at the bow in his hand, a slight smile curved his lips.

When he picked up the bow, those in the magic guild were in for bad luck.

Previously, this bow had been a true cursed object for him, and he had to use the "Sand of Time" to exempt himself from its horrific curse backlash.

But it was different now; he could understand the mysteries of time contained within the bow.

Similar to his "Xiupunos's Sickle of Night" in his possession, once he reached a certain level of comprehension of the law, he could entirely exempt himself from the curse backlash of regular attacks.

Moreover, its usage wasn't limited to the previous singular method.

Su Lun, accompanied by number nineteen, teleported and appeared not far from the magic guild.

Without hesitation, he drew the long bow, manifesting an "Arrow of Time."

The light arrow, condensed by the Power of Time, could ignore any defense not surpassing the bow itself, making it perfectly suited for piercing through the magic guild's collective magical shield.

With Su Lun's current understanding of the law, dealing with a seventh-rank was not a problem.

To ensure a one-hit kill, he added a pinch of the "Sand of Time."

He took aim at a key node within the ten thousand mage formation in the sky, a seventh-order mage.

Releasing the bow string, the arrow of light shot out like a shuttle.

With master-level archery, the light arrow struck the enemy with precision.

The seventh-order mage didn't even have time to react before his life was sapped clean by the power of time, aging rapidly and dying on the spot, plummeting from the sky.

Actually, as soon as he drew the bow, the perception mages within the mage group had already detected the danger and could have chosen to dodge.

But the weakness of the ten thousand mage formation lay precisely here.

In pursuit of extreme group damage, they had also lost the ability to dodge flexibly.

Besides, there was a vicious dragon in front of them, leaving no room for distraction!

Seizing the opportunity, Su Lun killed one person without missing a beat and drew his bow again, shooting several more in succession.

He had stripped many pieces of intelligence regarding the mage group before and now had the ten thousand mage formation at his fingertips.

The mage group was also a kind of army formation.

The few people he killed were key nodes in the formation, hitting their critical points every time.

Although there were substitutes, they couldn't withstand being killed in succession.

In just this encounter, the corner of the legion's magic shield where the dead mages were dimmed immediately.

Once this breach appeared, the dragon breath spewed forth, and dozens more fell from the sky.

The white-bearded team leader bellowed, "Damn it!"

...

Seeing things go well, Su Lun decided to withdraw, noticing the "Sun Disk" turning toward him and the black crow cawing fiercely. He clearly understood what those fellows intended to do.

He teleported away with Nineteen and left their current hiding spot.

The next moment, a beam of light shot over, and the terrifying forbidden magic power turned hundreds of meters of forest into dust instantly.

This light beam, like a giant sword, followed Su Lun's scent and cut a scorched trail several kilometers long in the forest.

Those without the ability to teleport would likely have been reduced to ashes on the spot.

"Magic lock-on?"

After several consecutive teleports, Su Lun narrowly avoided the light speed attack, but couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Previously, watching that sunlight shine on the black dragon didn't seem too exaggerated, but experiencing it firsthand felt like barely escaping a brush with death.

Moreover, that leading eighth-order Big Beard possessed a "magic lock-on" ability akin to a bug.

If it were just Su Lun alone, he really would have no choice but to flee from this mage group.

Luckily, there was a black dragon.

In the time Su Lun caused havoc, the black dragon also surged forward, engaging in frantic close combat and dragon breath. Members of the mage group in the sky fell like raindrops.

Out of necessity, the "Sun Disk" refocused on the black dragon, and both sides blasted each other with their output again.

But because of this little episode, the black dragon's imminent defeat was immediately turned around.

That's exactly the outcome Su Lun wanted.

He couldn't help much, but maintaining a balanced power drain on both sides was the most beneficial for him as the third party.

Moreover, seeing the mages falling like raindrops, he wouldn't pass up such a great opportunity. With a teleport, he rushed over to them.

These mages were injured, but most of them weren't dead yet.

The ten thousand mage formation wasn't composed entirely of mages of the seventh order and above; nearly half were of the sixth and fifth orders.

Those who fell were relatively the weaker ones.

Teleporting over, Su Lun slashed through them like cutting through vegetables, reaping the lives of these severely wounded mages.

Without the protection of the legion's magic shield, they were no match for Su Lun.

And this also made for the best shield, as those in the sky wouldn't dare attack for fear of hitting their own.

With soul perception, Su Lun could pinpoint every single person in the forest with accuracy.

He mercilessly cut down his path, harvesting lives as he went, while the black crown atop his head glittered intensely.

It just so happened that his "Death Domain" was lacking some insight, and these mages from the Celestial Plane were all well-versed in the understanding of various elemental laws, each deeply erudite.

Now as Su Lun observed the ten thousand mage group, his gaze had changed.

In the sky, the black dragon also fought fiercely, making it hard to tell the outcome of the battle...

If it were a real giant dragon, perhaps it would have actually retreated.

But this was a dragon formed from the grudges of the Dwarf King, and it had an attitude of not stopping until death.

Su Lun was happy to see this.

Whenever his Brother Dragon seemed to be at a disadvantage, he would draw the Bow of Time and shoot a few sneaky cold arrows to lend a hand.

The two eighth-order mages in the formation watched anxiously but were helpless.

Locked in battle with the vicious dragon, it wasn't as if they could retreat whenever they wished.

The ten thousand mage formation was like a fixed artillery post; if they couldn't destroy the enemy, the losses upon a rout would be immeasurable!