Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 513 : 512

Su Lun and Number Nineteen charged towards Polis the Eighth-order Mage, and in an instant, they both detected something.

Suddenly, the distinctive sound of energy furnaces charging up burst from the distant forest.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"..."

The mecha surged with energy for propulsion, their feet creating ripples of air waves as if stepping on the air.

The figures were incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Even in full-coverage mechanical armor, Su Lun recognized at a glance the soul of that hostage, Miss Dora, and murmured to himself, "Heh, what a coincidence."

He was not at all surprised to find people from Mafa in this cursed space.

When someone had previously sabotaged another magic circle's base outside, he knew that experts from Mafa's military had arrived.

However, he didn't expect to run into Miss Dora again.

Seeing among them a Grand General-level modified eighth-order mechanical warrior, Su Lun felt quite pleased.

With these people helping, he was even more confident he could kill Polis in a short time.

Su Lun informed Number Nineteen, and without any communication, both sides tacitly joined forces to surround and attack.

...

"Damn it! How does this guy have backup!" Polis's eyes were filled with gloom.

Seeing a Mechanical Angel suddenly joining the fight was completely unexpected.

And now, this group of mechanical warriors as well?

However, it wasn't the time to think about this; dealing with the present crisis was the urgent matter.

The members of the Thousand Mage Group were being held back by the Black Dragon and couldn't lend a hand right now.

The Wind Mage knew he could only rely on himself.

He originally wanted to use his rapid teleportation ability to avoid the fight, but the speed of the Golden Angel Wings warrior was extremely fast, and he couldn't escape.

Once he was entangled, it immediately became a group beating.

Facing numerous enemies, he was put into a dire situation right from the start.

Polis reacted very quickly; he took out a crystal ball and instantaneously drew a massive amount of magic power, his body surging with magical energy, his robe fluttering fiercely. At the same time, he lifted his magic wand and began chanting an arcane incantation, and shouted, "Sanctuary·Open!"

At another glance, a huge blue wind vortex had formed within a kilometer radius centered on him.

Magicians and Alchemists have vastly different training systems.

The symbol of an eighth-order Magician is the "Law Sanctuary," which can be roughly understood as an enhanced version of a domain.

A Sanctuary is like a temporary magic tower that draws from the massive elements nearby, providing the Great Mage with ample magic power to cast various high-energy-consuming "Taboo Arts" level spells, multiplying their combat power several times on the spot.

However, unluckily for him, mechanical warriors don't need to absorb elemental energy from the outside world!

Their power all comes from their own magic energy furnaces and various internal combustion mechanical furnaces.

So the Sanctuary had very limited restrictions on the mechanical warriors.

And the only traditional Alchemist on the scene being Su Lun, who had the continuous spiritual power recovery from the [Heart of Isaac's Alchemy], wasn't greatly affected either.

In the Divine Realm, there was no machinery at all, and even though this Eighth-order Mage had profound knowledge, he knew very little about machinery.

As Polis watched his Sanctuary unfold without affecting the enemies, his complexion turned very grim.

But his magic book in his right hand was already flipping in the wind, and his left hand's magic wand was also gathering a thick force of wind elemental power, releasing one after another high-energy-consuming magic.

"Forbidden Spell·Wind Dragon Descent," "Arcane Art·Great Wind Song," "Taboo Art·Wind Demon Curse..."

In an instant, a fierce wind arose.

All sorts of powerful magic that would usually consume one's lifespan and cause severe magic power backlash were cast.

In the sky, a melee of magic unfurled, and in the vast cursed space, all the winds were stirred.

"Clang" "Clang" "Clang"... Sparks lit up the sky.

The mechanical warriors braced themselves against the wind that could slice gold and split stones, and unleashed their full offensive capability.

Luckily, all of them were mechanical bodies; otherwise, even seventh-order professionals would likely have their domains shredded to pieces by this demonic wind.

Number Nineteen and that Mafa General took the lead in the front, brawling wildly.

The rest followed up with all sorts of attacks.

Compared to them, Su Lun was relatively relaxed.

He might not have a mechanical body to block the damage from the wind magic, but he had the terrifying wax figure [Young Master William].

The wax figure transformed into an elemental body, and the shadow of the Wind Witch enveloped Su Lun. The wind elemental domain absorbed most of the damage from the wind magic. The wind blades that hit his Rune Golden Body still made a clang sound.

Even so, the crisis was not small.

No one dared to underestimate an Eighth-order Mage's desperate combat power. Any carelessness could lead to fatal injuries.

Mafa's mechanical warriors might have been covered in heavy armor, but the wind is omnipresent and penetrative. Once the wind magic scraped off the coatings and runes on the surface of the mecha, the metal alloys alone could not withstand the force of the eighth order's wind.

Polis was accumulating more and more injuries, his attacks becoming sharper and sharper, fighting as if he was trading life for life.

In the midst of such a ferocious battle, several sixth-order modified armors were torn apart, turned into countless fragments, and fell from the sky.

And unfortunately, that hostage, Miss Dora, wore sixth-order modified armor.

Seeing her injured, Su Lun immediately teleported over, intending to protect her.

After all, they came to help, and killing them under one's nose would be somewhat indecent.

However, what surprised Su Lun was that at the moment of contact, when he saw Dora's body within the wind element cutting Mecha, it actually revealed a metallic sheen?

It was like a gargoyle, with the wound instantly recovering.

"A metallic body?"

With a sideways glance, Su Lun was also slightly astonished.

He remembered that Miss had clearly been of normal flesh and blood, so why was this happening?

For a moment, he thought of something and guessed this was the odd sensation he had previously felt.

The secrets Dora harbored were not small ones.

Clearly, even if he didn't come to her rescue, she would not die.

The two exchanged a glance, and Dora still showed a touch of gratitude, although her mechanical limbs were damaged, it was nothing serious.

With the battle being critical, Su Lun didn't say much more and rejoined the fray.

...

Su Lun and his cohort had intended to kill quickly, so they didn't hold back, greeting the enemy with various trump cards.

After getting through Polis Wheeler's final burst of strength, it was time for the strangulation.

Before long, General #19 and the Mafa General joined forces to seriously injure Polis. Once the magic shield broke, Su Lun teleported behind him and beheaded the Eighth-order Mage with a single strike.

As soon as his soul appeared from the corpse, Su Lun instantly harvested it.

"You have stripped 'Polis Wheeler's' soul."

"You have gained a great deal of 'Eighth-order Wind Element Law Insights,' 'Wind Magic Spells,' 'Wind Runes.'"

"You now know 'the structure of a super large magic formation, tactics, legion magic...'"

"You have acquired intelligence: 'The planar gateway is located in an uninhabited mountainous area that has been tightly controlled by the magic circle…'"

"Spiritual Power +1001"

"..."

This was the first Eighth-order power's soul Su Lun had harvested, and it was very much intact.

All sorts of knowledge and insights about wind law flooded into his mind, and with the Seventh-order integration of the "Profane Crown," the super high perception immediately provided him with a very peculiar deep experience. He gained some insights that were beyond the comprehension of his own level.

In the myriad planes, the Alchemy system is quite niche. However, the Magic system is one of the most mainstream. Magical knowledge has many things in common with Alchemy that can be cross-referenced.

Thanks to the insights from the Ninth-order Master Pierre he had obtained before, it was as if a broken ladder to the sky had been connected with several more steps, and many insights suddenly became clear.

Su Lun's own understanding of the wind laws skyrocketed several major steps in an instant.

He did not have time to digest those insights thoroughly.

The group exchanged glances, and Su Lun said, "Scatter!"

The Mafa people also immediately understood and quickly dispersed.

Now, they had handed over the problem to the ten-thousand Mage legion hiding in the distant forest.

These celestial plane beings watched as their Grand Mage Polis was killed, helpless to do anything else.

They were embroiled in a fierce battle with the Black Dragon and had to give it their all. By the time they thought they could spare some forces to assist, the battle was already over.

The complexion of the Eighth-order Mage still fighting the evil dragon darkened.

They were not supposed to be so passive.

A ten-thousand Mage legion with extensive battle experience simply would not make such a basic mistake as underestimating their enemy.

According to their plan, Polis was deliberately sent out to handle any unforeseen incidents.

Even with Su Lun's surprise attack on the camp and the subsequent emergence of the Black Dragon, all this was within their risk estimates.

The original plan was, with the ten-thousand group and the magic formation holding off the Black Dragon, Polis, as an Eighth-order Mage, was fully capable of handling any emergencies.

They thought that even if there were unexpected situations, the combat strength of an Eighth-order Wind Mage certainly wouldn't be easy to overcome.

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But they never expected the situation to end like this.

Though that native had very bizarre methods, he was clearly just a Sixth-order Magician!

In the ten days they hadn't seen him, he had advanced to the Seventh-order, not to mention.

Where did this group of mechanical warriors come from?

Among them, there were even two capable of withstanding Eighth-Order Mages?

It wasn't that the magic legion wasn't cautious, it was that no one expected such a scenario.

Even Su Lun himself.

Originally, he just wanted to pick up some "Animated Silver" and other valuables, and that would have been enough.

As for killing an Eighth-order Grand Mage, he simply didn't entertain the idea.

Because it was impossible!

Even with the Black Dragon.

Because he had long anticipated that the enemy would surely set a trap for him.

But he didn't expect to encounter the grudges of the Dwarf King in the Dwarf Underground City. Then, by a stroke of luck, the grudges repaired the "Mechanical Angel Wings," allowing #19 to possess such powerful combat abilities.

After that, encountering Dora and her Mafa companions was also a coincidence.

...

Meanwhile, the Mafa group quickly withdrew from the battlefield and hid in the forest.

Although there were some losses, this group of troops was greatly invigorated.

After all, they had just killed an Eighth-order enemy!

Moreover, looking at the current situation, it was very likely that the entire ten thousand mage group would be buried in this cursed space.

To their empire, this was definitely great news!

General Sam looked into the distance, squinting his eyes and reflecting sentimentally, "That Mechanical Angel with the Golden Angel Wings is really strong. I noticed earlier that the style of the rune forging clearly inherits from the mountain dwarf race. It must be crafted by at least a Great Grandmaster. And what's more remarkable is... she is a fully mechanically modified super Mecha. I didn't expect that in addition to 'Mr. Jing,' there would be such forces in Dawn."

As he said this, he seemed to think of something else, and did not skimp on his shock, saying, "Then there's Su Lun... his strength is outrageously strong. Among all the geniuses I've come across, whether it's combat power, temperament, or talent... he is the strongest I have seen, and no one can compare with him. It's no wonder he could comprehend the Master's overbearing presence, indeed he has the potential of a top powerhouse."

Miss Dora listened as General Sam directly spoke Su Lun's name, along with a series of complimentary words, her gaze crossed with a touch of complexity.

She pondered for a moment before murmuring, "This 'Dawn' organization is indeed extraordinary."

She had her doubts when that detestable fellow spoke of cultural heritage and justice.

After all, she had been blackmailed.

She always felt that his motives were impure.

But now, seeing his mechanical puppet legion kill those plane invaders, she suddenly felt that the ransom was also worth it for a moment.

No matter how one looked at it, what Dawn did was consistent with what they proclaimed.

At this moment, someone asked, "Colonel Dora, what should we do now?"

Miss Dora let out a deep sigh and said, "Let's hide. The rest will be left to time. That guy had thought of this step from the very beginning. That ten thousand mage group is bound to not make it out alive."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the Mecha warriors who had just participated in the battle looked complex.

...

Su Lun and Number Nineteen also found an inconspicuous place in the forest to hide.

Now, all they had to do was wait.

Wait for the ten thousand mage group and the Black Dragon to fight to the death.

In the distance, the battle within the magic formation was intense.

The evil dragon was still fighting desperately.

If it hadn't been for the appearance of Su Lun and his group, the ten thousand mage group's large-scale magic trap would have been able to kill this Black Dragon and leave the cursed space at a very small cost.

But now the situation was different.

If they continued to fight the Black Dragon, they were clear that "those natives" would definitely not let them kill the Black Dragon smoothly.

However, not fighting was not an option either.

The Black Dragon's lair was destroyed, and now it was trapped in the magic formation, being battered and riddled with wounds, having formed a die-hard hatred. Even if they let the Black Dragon leave the magic trap, they would only face devastating revenge, and the situation would only be worse.

Although the ten thousand mage group seemed to have not suffered major losses, they were actually in a desperate situation.

Besides, this was a cursed space; there was no possibility of escape.

Even if they sacrificed the car to protect the commander, thinking of saving some people was also impossible.

The Eighth-order leader, Adelaide, commanding the battle, was very aware of this.

"Those natives," having killed Deputy Leader Polis, could naturally also kill him.

Since they had more people, they would certainly attract the Black Dragon's attention.

Those bastards hiding intentionally was exactly for this purpose.

No matter what, it seemed they were all on a path to death.

...

The battle inside the magic formation suddenly became fierce.

The mages were using all their tricks; it seemed that they wanted to quickly take care of the Black Dragon.

Out of all the terrible choices available, this was the most reasonable.

Only by quickly killing the Black Dragon would they have a chance to preserve their fighting power to deal with "the natives."

Su Lun was not at all surprised; he had anticipated that these guys would do this.

So he wasn't in a hurry to take any action to interfere.

If they wanted to break free from this cursed space, they would definitely have to kill this evil dragon.

With others helping to serve as cannon fodder, it couldn't be better.

At least before the evil dragon was severely wounded, he only intended to watch the drama unfold.

Moreover, he also wanted to see if this group of mages had any other ace up their sleeves, such as the ability to summon a divine will, or a magic conductor with special effects.

....

The Black Dragon's vitality was incredibly tenacious; even though it was bound by various magic chains, its ground combat power was not to be underestimated.

The battle between the two sides lasted for half a day.

The fight was extremely brutal.

But overall, the mage group had the upper hand, suffering several hundred casualties, and severely wounding the Black Dragon.

With the restriction of the magic trap "Void Forbidden Domain," most of the Black Dragon's battle power was limited. Although its dragon scales were immune to most magic, the various army magic conductors were specifically designed to deal with these difficult beings. At this moment, the dragon's roars were becoming weak, and its body was covered with turned-out flesh, its wings tattered everywhere.

The rhythm seemed to be moving in the anticipated direction.

It seemed that in another hour or two, the dragon would be killed.

But seeing this scene, Dora, hiding in the forest, seemed to perceive something and suddenly spoke up, "The mage group have a hidden card up their sleeve, those guys are going to make a move. We should also prepare for battle."

"Yes."

At that, the Mages around her instantly entered battle readiness.

General Sam had also sharply caught the opportunity but he asked with curiosity, "Dora, do you see that the Mage circle has a backup plan?"

Dora, however, shook her head as if she had a tacit agreement with Su Lun thousands of kilometers away, saying, "I didn't see it. But this is the only chance for that Mage group. That guy will definitely think of it. So he absolutely won't give the opponent a chance to turn things around. He will definitely make a move."

Upon hearing this, Sam naturally also understood the subtleties involved.

He smiled ever so slightly, his expression meaningful as he said, "This era is really going to be exciting with you guys in it."

...

Meanwhile, in another part of the forest.

Su Lun stood up from his hiding spot, raised the Bow of Time in his hand, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight smile as he thought, "Looks like they have some sort of trump card waiting to take out the Black Dragon in one fell swoop, catching us off guard. Tsk tsk...doesn't matter if they do or not, I'm not going to give them that chance."

Having observed for so long and seen all sorts of final tricks from the Mage circle, it was time for him to act.

He couldn't just watch as these people killed the Black Dragon.

Without hesitation, Su Lun shot the arrows, which flew swiftly, precisely taking out several key points in the Magic Circle.

It was this action that instantly destabilized the Magic Circle.

With one struggle, the Black Dragon caused several Magic Towers to collapse on the spot, and dozens of Mages died instantly.

Like toppling a set of dominoes, it quickly triggered a chain reaction.

More and more Magic Towers collapsed, and the light of the Magic Circle dimmed significantly in an instant.

The Mages were thrown into panic.

Su Lun didn't intend to shoot any more arrows and put away the Bow of Time. He turned to Number 19 beside him and said, "Get ready to slip away, those guys are going for their last ditch effort."

Number 19 glanced at him, nodded solemnly, and said, "Mhm."

As soon as those words fell, suddenly, the two of them saw the Magic Circle in the distance disappear completely.

The Mafa General Adelaide knew that his last plan had been thwarted, and the "natives" wouldn't give them the opportunity to execute the Black Dragon.

At that moment, all hope was gone.

Adelaide's face darkened as he shouted, "Scatter!"

Almost simultaneously, the several thousand Mages scattered in all directions.

Freed from the restraint of the Magic Circle, the Black Dragon took flight, and its furious Dragon Breath spewed forth, instantly killing hundreds.

Still unsatisfied, it soared into the air, chasing after clusters of people with its Dragon Breath in a frenzy.

Without the protection of the Army's Magic Shield, how could these people withstand the Dragon Breath?

Even in a severely wounded state, the Black Dragon was not something these fifth or sixth-order Mages could withstand.

The Black Dragon, in its fury, pursued the Mages who were running chaotically throughout the forest, and in an instant, cries of despair filled the air.

This ten-thousand-strong Mage Army, which had arrived from the Divine Plane less than a day ago, was utterly doomed from the moment their formation broke.

The Eighth-order Mage General, his face full of grief and anger, led a few elites charging straight at Su Lun and Number 19.

They no longer harbored a sliver of hope for survival, determined to drag these natives to the grave with them even in death!

But would Su Lun allow this?

He could perform Spatial Teleportation, and Number 19's Golden Angel Wings were also extremely fast. If they could outrun that Wind Grandmaster Mage before, could they not now outrun a close-combat Rune Mage?

Seeing the General coming, they didn't hesitate to run.

They had no intention of clashing head-on with the Mafa General and just kept on running.

Even if they occasionally were hit by a long-range Magic attack, Number 19 could easily withstand it, posing no threat.

Su Lun even took the chance to harvest souls from areas with a higher concentration of bodies.

Their chase was not a big issue.

But the ten-thousand-strong Army was on the verge of annihilation in the blink of an eye.

How fast could the Black Dragon fly?

The furious Brother Dragon, like a black lightning, crazily spewed Dragon Breath in the forest.

In less than fifteen minutes, seven to eight thousand Mages from the ten-thousand-strong group were dead, with the few survivors scattered throughout the jungle.

With no more targets, the Black Dragon turned its attention to the two groups being chased, changing its direction to fly towards them.

The Black Dragon's intelligence was not low; how could it forget Adelaide, the chief culprit who had dealt it a serious blow?

Instantly, it turned into a three-way chase.

Adelaide too, in a grim turn of face, decided to draw Su Lun and his companion into the hatred of the Black Dragon.

Seeing this, Su Lun's lips curled slightly.

He had never planned to share the Black Dragon's pressure with this man from the beginning.

In the very instant it became a three-way chase, he decisively brought Number 19 into the small void world.

Then, with one precisely coordinated long-distance teleportation, he reappeared in another inconspicuous corner of the forest several kilometers away.

Wrapped in a shroud, his presence vanished completely.

The original spot was left empty.

The Eighth-order Great Mage Adelaide looked at the spot where Su Lun had disappeared, his face full of astonishment.

He turned and looked behind him at the Black Dragon coming with ferocious momentum, his eyes filled with nothing but despair.

PS. Sorry, had something to deal with outside today. I'm fixing some mistakes in the text which I wrote in an internet cafe, please bear with me.