Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 548 - 547 The Hand of God

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The high-pitched roar of a dragon echoed across the sky, and everyone saw the silver dragon swooping in like a bolt of lightning.

Even from a great distance, they felt a soul-trembling pressure, and the mages from the Divine layer also immediately realized that a top-tier dragon had arrived.

"What's going on, why is there a dragon coming over? Could the battle have spread over here?"

"No, it's those natives who did it on purpose!"

"Damn it, we've been played!"

"..."

The faces of the commanders of the three ten-thousand-person mage groups turned ashen.

Both sides were fiercely engaged in combat, and just as they were about to annihilate that alchemical native team, a sudden appearance of an eighth-tier dragon?

It didn't look like a coincidence at all.

Ever since they were inexplicably discovered and bombarded, these mages from the Divine layer had an ominous feeling.

Now, seeing what was happening, how could they not know they'd fallen into a trap?

But they couldn't understand, how could their opponents summon a giant dragon?

And listening to that furious dragon roar, it seemed as if this silver dragon had some kind of undying hatred?

The people from Rainbow Island had never seen this silver dragon, and the vast majority had no idea about the situation.

And even if they did know, it was useless; given the current situation, they could only fight.

The legions were already assembled; either they would crush the enemy, or they would be crushed by the enemy—they knew there were only these two possible outcomes.

Upon seeing the dragon's approach, the overall commander immediately changed tactics, bellowing, "Everyone, form up in the defensive formation, do not attack!"

They no longer continued to rush and kill the Dawn team, nor did they choose to attack and provoke the dragon. Instead, they switched to a defensive formation.

This sudden turn of events caught them off guard, but the Divines were not fools either. They could tell there was something fishy about this silver dragon's arrival, which was very likely a ploy to set the tiger against the wolf.

The proud dragon race wasn't so easily manipulated by others. If their opponents truly had the power to control an eighth-tier dragon, it meant that among them there must be a ninth-tier professional.

That was obviously impossible!

It was highly probable that some sort of scheming method had lured this silver dragon here.

And given their large presence, the ten-thousand-person mage groups would inevitably be the dragon's favorite target to attack; the enemy certainly hoped they would fight a deadly battle with the dragon.

Even when facing a dragon whose might was comparable to a ninth-tier Sage of Law, the three ten-thousand-person mage groups were absolutely unafraid.

But if they really started to attack, they would be falling right into the trap.

Instead, they should first eliminate those alchemical natives so they could concentrate their forces to turn the situation around!

...

In the sky, the silver dragon diving down looked at those magic legions on the ice with raging fury.

It was all too familiar with these magical formations.

Not long ago, these despicable mages almost killed it!

But as a dragon with intelligence superior to most humans, how could it not be aware of the human scheme it smelled from such a distance, including the scent of dragon corpse?

After all, as apex predators at the top of the food chain, they wouldn't cower before a swarm of insects.

No matter what the situation was, it would be fine as long as it killed all the humans here!

It dived down, unleashing a breath of holy light dragon's breath.

However, those mages on the ice had formed a defensive array and did not retaliate.

After the silver dragon unleashed a breath that incinerated a small group of several dozen people, it seemed like it would take a while to do more damage, so it instinctively headed towards the large ship encased in ice in the distance.

...

Aboard the Eternal Night, everyone watched as the silver dragon attacked, their faces solemn.

Apart from Su Lun, Qian Tiao, and Bartolo, no one had seen a real eighth-tier pure-blooded dragon, nor had they felt such terrifying pressure.

The roar of the dragon resounded in their ears, and even though they were prepared, many of the lower-ranked crew members were knocked unconscious by the dragon's mighty sound waves.

The high-level fighters of the Dawn group, however, were eagerly sharpening their knives.

Having just hunted a seventh-tier pure-blooded blue dragon upon their arrival in the waters of Dragon Country, they now faced an eighth-tier one, their challenge upgraded, and their expectations heightened.

Barrett looked serious, "Tsk tsk, so this is an eighth-tier dragon."

Number Nineteen said, "Indeed, this pressure is quite terrifying."

Wazhawazha's fangs were already exposed, with a chilling smile on his lips, "If it were at its peak, it would indeed be difficult to hunt."

Qian Tiao rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, her eyes sharp as blades, her domineering aura subtly contending with the dragon's oppressive presence. She was full of fighting spirit and turned to the Old Sword God beside her to ask, "Bartolo, you've fought this silver dragon before, what do you think?"

Bartolo couldn't help but laugh and cry in response, "Very strong."

This Old Sword God could hardly believe that the Dawn group actually wanted to hunt an eighth-tier pure-blooded giant dragon.

But having spent these days on the ship, how could he not know that this was a team that created miracles?

Although he felt the risk was high, it was their united will that made him feel that his old bones were also faintly tingling with the restless excitement of his youth.

In just a few blinks of the eye, the silver dragon, with wings spanning a hundred meters, had already appeared a kilometer away.

It was just in a glance that they saw the dragon flying low over the ice surface, then it opened its mouth and spat a breath of holy light towards the Eternal Night.

The intense white light was blinding, and the sizzling heatwave carrying the holy light's power of high-level laws made even those far away feel scorched.

Seeing the silver dragon launch an assault on the Dawn group, Su Lun was not at all surprised.

He had experienced it once before – proud dragons were not so easy to communicate with, and they had no interest in cooperating with insects like humans.

Besides, this time the Dawn group had deliberately lured it over, and they had no expectation of peaceful coexistence.

Watching the silver dragon head straight for the Eternal Night, Su Lun called out softly, "Take action!"

Through the communicator, everyone responded in unison, "Yes!"

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Meanwhile, a golden figure flashed and surged forward in an instant.

Number nineteen unfolded his golden wings, wrapping himself in them, and stood at the prow of the ship.

The holy light of the dragon's breath spewed forth, the scorching white light shining precisely on the golden angelic wings.

Upon closer inspection, countless glittering golden feathers actually reflected the dragon's breath back, turning into myriad fish-scale-like white light blades.

The light blades scattered across the ice, where extreme heat met extreme cold, causing a loud crackling noise and a haze of mist to erupt.

Seeing that number nineteen was unharmed from the dragon's breath, Su Lun's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as the first step of his plan seemed to be securely in place.

At the same time, the ship's main cannons also blasted tongues of flame in the direction of the silver dragon.

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom," the loud noises echoed as the shells were fired.

Alchemy bullets hit the silver dragon's scales, leaving behind a few gray marks.

Though the cannon fire did little harm, it was a frightening commotion.

Having never seen cannons before, the cunning look in the silver dragon's eyes took on a hint of caution.

After being ambushed by humans at Aike and now increasingly careful, the dragon, after taking a few hits, did not dare to crash into the ship bodily. Instead, it cautiously rose into the sky, preparing for another attack.

When Su Lun saw this, he finally let out a sigh of relief; the most dangerous part seemed to be over.

Activating the Eternal Night's spatial alchemy formation required some time, but with the silver dragon's speed, if it were to really crash down, the Dawn Group would surely suffer significant losses.

Luckily, dragons are naturally crafty, and after being beaten last time, it became especially cautious.

Su Lun had calculated that it wouldn't charge head-on immediately.

Indeed, everything happened just as anticipated.

Watching the silver dragon ascend to the sky, the spatial runes inscribed all over Eternal Night lit up as well.

Su Lun formed the Suren Sorcerer's Seal and powerfully directed it towards the Octagram Array on the deck.

Powerful spatial law fluctuations appeared, and a vortex with intense suction appeared in his palm.

Looking again, the massive black-sailed ship had disappeared without a trace.

On the surface of the ice, there was nothing left but a few-hundred-meter-wide hole and the solitary figure of Su Lun.

Su Lun glanced at the silver dragon in the sky and then at those mages with dumbfounded expressions, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

Forming the sorcerer's seal once more, spatial fluctuations emerged, and he too vanished from the spot.

...

The Magi of the Divine Plane could only watch, their eyes wide open, as a several-hundred-meter-long ship disappeared before their very eyes, their expressions frozen as if they had swallowed a lead weight.

Only now did they understand that the ambush they had planned from the start was doomed to fail.

"Damn it! How could that native make the ship disappear?!"

"Ah, we miscalculated. That fellow has a divine artifact of spatial ability at his disposal. These alchemy natives of this world indeed have good fortune. A mere seventh-tier Magician actually possesses such a treasure."

"Is there a way to communicate with that dragon? The intelligence of dragonkind isn't low, it must realize that directly confronting us would result in mutual destruction. Moreover, it's obvious that it was set up. Maybe there's a possibility for negotiations?"

"Probably not anymore. If I'm not mistaken, this silver dragon is the very one that Lord Augustus and the others had planned to ambush. Unfortunately, due to some special reasons, it escaped. Now that it has returned, there's absolutely no chance it will negotiate."

"Ah? The operation by Lord Augustus and the others failed?"

"Yes. It is said to have been disrupted by an alchemy native proficient in spatial displacement, resulting in heavy losses to the vanguard legion. Anyway, let's not talk about that. Let's prepare for battle..."

"..."

The Magi of the Divine Plane exchanged glances, only then realizing why their superiors had arranged for three legions of ten thousand to amb Peter this group of natives.

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In this situation, the silver dragon wouldn't give up without killing a few people.

Moreover, If it were just a single silver dragon, a price would have to be paid, but three legions might have the possibility to repel, and even kill it.

But they couldn't help feeling that things weren't so simple.

Had those alchemy natives just run away?

Clearly not.

Their enemy was waiting for them to engage in a doomed struggle with the malicious dragon, looking for an opportunity to strike from the shadows.

An enemy lurking in the dark, waiting for such a moment, posed an even greater threat.

However, just then, bad news followed one after another.

With a heaven-reaching roar, monstrous creatures emerged from the ice further away.

The Magi of the Divine Plane paled and exclaimed, "A monster tide!"

Seeing the oncoming monster tide, they realized what it meant.

What kind of deep hatred and grudge would drive the silver dragon to a desperate fight?

...

The Magi of the Divine Plane, in their attempt to ambush the Dawn Group, had frozen the sea for miles around.

At that moment, one behemoth after another seemed driven up onto the icy surface.

An eighth-tier lord-level sea creature, the Twin-Headed Ice Emperor Sea Snake, a dragon blood descendant, had scales that gleamed with frost, looking impressively defensive. Its two heads expelled frosty breaths, further solidifying the icy surface.

There were also seventh-tier Golden Sea Sirens, the Titan Golden Armored Crab, the seventh-tier Silver Beast, the Frost Sub-Dragon, the sixth-tier Forest Flying Lizard, and the tentacled seventh-tier Overlord Deep Sea Colossus...

Some were low-level, and some were high-level.

Some came alone, and others in groups.

The number of creatures was astounding.

Monsters and sea demons near the Dragon Country Waters were enormous by nature, their impressive procession frightening. Most creatures, with limited intelligence, were driven by instinct to attack humans.

Like a tidal wave, the monstrous horde charged toward the mages on the ice.

In a moment, magical flares erupted across miles of ice as the three legions and the monster tide were embroiled in a brutal melee.

At the same time, on a deserted island dozens of kilometers away.

Su Lun, Qian Tiao, Bartolo, Number Nineteen... and other high-ranking members of the Dawn Group were perched at the highest point of the island, observing the distant battle through telescopes.

They were not just watching—they were also commenting from time to time.

"Wow, the power of an arcane army of ten thousand is truly terrifying..."

"Indeed. A seventh-order monster was instantly killed by a combination attack technique."

"But that silver dragon is really strong too, having endured such powerful magic attacks without much damage."

"Now it's a matter of endurance. At least until the arcane army's magic power is completely depleted, it's unlikely there will be a decisive outcome."

"..."

Seeing the battle deadlock, the members of the Dawn Group were pleased.

They needed to carefully observe the tactics and abilities of the arcane army so they could take advantage later with greater ease.

It had to be admitted that the arcane army of ten thousand was truly formidable.

Even when up against a silver dragon comparable to a ninth-order creature, and a large horde of monsters, they still managed to handle the situation with composure.

Once the formation was assembled, the legion spell struck wherever directed. At least for the moment, there was no sign of defeat.

However, the monster army was equally ferocious.

The Dawn Group had vanished before their eyes, and the enraged silver dragon could only vent its fury on the mages before it.

Previously, in the capital city of Aike, it was ambushed and had to contend with the "Entangler of Glaipnir" and "Cadmos's Dragonslaying Spear," two divine artifacts aimed at dragonkind. That's why it was beaten almost to the point of death.

But now, it was time for revenge!

A pure-blooded silver dragon of the eighth order truly exhibited its terrifying combat power when not under control, especially a dragon that controlled the laws of light was too agile.

The three arcane armies of ten thousand indeed had the firepower to kill the silver dragon, but without any restraints, a flying dragon could not be magically locked.

It could dodge more than ninety percent of the magic attacks.

And even some of the targeting spells that it didn't manage to evade, barely scratched its scales. There was also a large group of monsters that took some of the fire for it, posing almost no threat at all.

On the contrary, with a single breath, the dragon could kill dozens of people, even with arcane shields in place to block it.

And so, the battle fell into a grind of intense attrition.

Every moment saw monsters and mages dying in the conflict.

The distant Dawn Group watched with great interest.

The more horrific the fight, the better it was for them.

Su Lun also watched the fierce battle in the distance with a deep frown.

The key advantage this time that allowed him to trap the three arcane armies from the Divine Realm was the unequal intelligence.

The other side didn't know he had the "Little Void Realm" at his disposal.

But having revealed it this time, the same plan wouldn't work again.

Therefore, he thought that the best outcome of this encounter would be to annihilate these three ten-thousand strong regiments.

Mages have a fatigue limit when casting spells, prolonged high-intensity fighting would greatly deplete their magic power. Once exhausted, they would hit a period of vulnerability.

However, similarly, the sea monsters within a certain range were also limited in number.

The previous ambush was launched in too short a time, and the silver dragon had merely driven the nearby sea creatures to come along, not an especially large number.

It was hard to say which side could hold out until the end under the current circumstances.

.....

Having tricked arcane armies several times, Su Lun was quite experienced.

He knew he couldn't let one side have an overwhelming advantage; it had to be a stalemate for both to suffer heavy losses.

He and the others from the Dawn Group had been observing the intense battle on the ice surface from their deserted island for nearly an hour, when the tide of beasts began to fall into disadvantage first.

As one by one, the gold and lord-level monsters were killed, the pressure on those mages from the Divine Plane lessened greatly.

But it wasn't without cost; not to mention the eight or nine thousand mages who died, the number of wounded was beyond count, and more than half their magic power had been spent. Yet, they still managed to maintain their formation.

Even the silver dragon in the sky was showing signs of fatigue after an hour of spewing dragon breath, nearly running out of saliva.

Su Lun saw the opportunity when it came.

How could he fail to notice that the arcane army was understaffed, its formation riddled with gaps?

His gaze sharpened as he said to Qian Tiao and the others, "I'm going first!"

The others nodded.

They knew that only Su Lun could do something about the current situation. Otherwise, anyone else going over would end up in a melee between both sides.

The scenery around him shifted rapidly, and with several teleports, Su Lun had already appeared on the icy surface.

A mountain of monster corpses filled his view, the air thick with the smell of blood.

The periphery was all various monsters. Sensing the presence of a human, they rushed over fiercely. Su Lun didn't even bother with them and, choosing his direction, teleported again. In an instant, he had passed right through the arcane shields and appeared at a corner of the legion's battlefield.

The mages who were chanting spells looked at the figure that appeared out of nowhere. The shock in their eyes hadn't yet registered on their faces when a chilling Reaper's silhouette, more terrifying than dragon might, surged behind the figure.

Su Lun was well-versed in various mages' battle arrays. How could he not spot the weak points?

He wouldn't dare barge into a complete force like this, but a thousand-man regiment that had been battered and breached by monsters? There were too many flaws, and they couldn't handle this kind of unexpected event quickly enough.

The moment he teleported in, a layer of eerie black light condensed on his body and his hand, holding a dark scythe, unhesitatingly swung down in a revolving cut.

The field of death rapidly drew the life force from the mages, and the dark scythe was followed by a sweep of blood-red light.

In just an instant, Su Lun had slain twenty or thirty people around him.

The mages finally reacted, and the commander roared, "Stop him quickly!"

But Su Lun didn't give them the chance to retaliate. With another teleport, he was already gone from that spot.

Originally, only twenty or thirty mages had died, which wasn't a big problem, but the few people Su Lun killed were key defensive points.

After this group of people died, the army's magic formation instantly collapsed in one area, like a piece of cake with a bite taken out, with the flaw being exposed in an instant.

The silver dragon above saw this "gap" and flew over like lightning, unleashing a breath of dragon fire.

The Holy Light dragon breath ignited from within the magic shield, turning hundreds of people to ash in a flash.

Meanwhile, the besieging army of monster sea creatures seemed to receive an order, swarming in through the defensive gap.

At this moment, Su Lun, the instigator, had already teleported away from the ice surface and was hiding at a safe distance once again.

Whenever he saw that the monster army's offensive was at a standstill, he would seize the opportunity to break open the mages' defensive line for the monster army.

He didn't strike too frequently.

After all, a deadlock was the scenario he wanted to see.

Because of these flaws, the monster army's attacks, after several attempts, had already inflicted massive casualties on three ten-thousand-mage formations!

In just a short fifteen minutes, the number of deaths even exceeded what had happened in the previous half-hour deadlock!

Three legions had already been completely decimated, one had been severely damaged, and the one with light damages wouldn't last much longer if this continued.

The commanders of the magic army were so frustrated they were itching with rage, but there was nothing they could do.

The situation was now clear.

Whether it was people from the celestial plane or some highly intelligent monsters, they all realized that a third party was fanning the flames.

But even with this knowledge, there was no chance to stop the battle now.

Both sides could only continue the fierce fight.

Su Lun's spatial ability gave him an almost impregnable survival skill, even if he was pursued by the silver dragon or targeted by legion spells. When he teleported into crowds of people or groups of monsters, others always got hurt, never him.

Finally, after the fourth teleport, Su Lun saw a "huge flaw".

It was the second mage formation, with nearly four thousand people remaining.

If he teleported over and took out some key points in the formation, he could almost completely expose the surviving formation to the onslaught of the monster horde.

The moment the flaw was exposed, the mages were aware and began to rectify it. In a few breaths, the gap would be closed and the opportunity lost!

There was no time for second thoughts!

Seeing this, a glint of insight flashed in Su Lun's eyes, and without hesitation, he teleported over.

He activated his domain of death once more, and the scythe again reaped the lives of a group of mages.

However, at the moment he struck, a cruel smile appeared on the mouth of a distant eighth-tier great mage: finally fell for it, eh?

This person also took out a magic mirror, and a beam of light immediately shot over.

Su Lun intended to destroy that part of the defensive formation, so his landing spot was bound to be near the flaw. Therefore, the great mage had predicted his landing point, making the beam of light unavoidable.

As the mirror's light swept over, a strange scene unfolded.

In the area illuminated by the light, space seemed to solidify, becoming visibly denser.

Even the tiny cracks in space around Su Lun closed up instantly.

Su Lun clearly felt the space around him fortified a hundredfold but wasn't surprised. He muttered to himself, "Heh, a high-tier magical device that restricts spatial displacement? Must have cost a fortune, eh, giving up an almost four-thousand-strong legion just to bait me."

If he dared to come, why wouldn't he anticipate that his enemies would use measures specifically targeting his teleportation?

If it were him facing such an enemy, he would also find a way to counter it. Otherwise, without dealing with him, such slippery tactics would eventually wear them down to death. This desperate move was indeed decisive.

Moreover, the mirror was indeed of high quality; Su Lun estimated it could even limit spatial displacement of a ninth-tier professional.

With such a treasure, theoretically, it should be enough to kill anyone.

However, no matter how advanced the mirror magical device was, in terms of laws, it could not surpass the power of the Divine King Artifact, the "Urobolos Space-Time Ring"!

Even as Su Lun was restricted by space, he wasn't panicked at all and proceeded to kill a few key individuals in the crippled formation as planned.

When the eighth-tier grand arcane assault came, he borrowed the power of the ring, and his figure once again dissolved on the spot.

Leaving the great mage enveloped in Holy Light dragon breath stunned, crying out in his heart, "This guy has a spatial artifact!"

But it was too late. The massive defensive flaw provided the evil dragon with an excellent opportunity to strike.

A burst of Divine Light dragon flame poured forth, and a hundred people at the gap turned to ash instantly. The silver dragon didn't miss this opportunity either, plunging in to completely tear the breach wide open.

...

The surviving mages from the celestial plane watched as a legion of four thousand was slaughtered to the last, utterly speechless.

This time, they were truly astounded by the tactics of the alchemical plane natives.

No matter what, they never thought that the spatial magical device "Sky-Banishing Mirror," infused with divine power and capable of binding a ninth-tier Sage of Law, would fail?

The only possibility was that the opponent possessed an even higher-grade treasure.

Following the extermination of the second ten-thousand-mage legion, the surviving mages from the celestial plane fell into complete despair.

Before Su Lun appeared, they still believed that the ten-thousand-mage legion had a huge advantage and, even if they couldn't kill the silver dragon, they could win bitterly.

But now, they didn't think so.

Because they could see no hope of turning the situation around.

Although there were still a few eighth-tier great mages alive, not one was confident they could kill this alchemical native capable of spatial displacement.

Without killing him, everything was meaningless.

They couldn't see any chance of surviving under that evil dragon...

Knowing defeat was inevitable, morale plummeted in an instant.

The balance of war, in this very moment, began to tilt drastically.