Chapter 622: Doraemon

The metallic giant insect, originally forged from a Space Lich but now grotesquely mutated, writhed its elongated body, clinging to the walls of the World Engine's corridor with its clawed limbs as it charged toward Zanderek.

But Zanderek's guard, Obiron, was faster than the metallic beast.

His battle blade swung, clashing against the creature's razor-limbs.

Facing the monstrous weight of the charge, Obiron did not retreat a single step; instead, he used his strength to forcibly halt the beast's advance.

Blade met claw in a blur of exchanges, blinding sparks and emerald arcs spraying across the corridor.

The metallic beast twisted violently, pinning Obiron's blade with three pairs of limbs, then lifted its barely still lich-like head, opening its hollow metallic maw—inside, the glow of a Gauss weapon flared, illuminating Obiron's metallic skull.

BOOM!!!!

Zanderek gently raised his staff of light; a howling arc of electricity slammed into the beast's head, causing the Gauss beam to graze past Obiron's body.

Seizing the opening, Obiron wrenched free the beast's weapon and drove his sharp battle blade straight into the half-destroyed skull Zanderek had just struck.

The metallic beast crashed to the floor, slumping at Obiron's feet.

Zanderek stared at the once-Space Lich, letting out a faint sigh.

He knew this was Zelas's arm—the sinner who created biological transformation was both a master of bio-engineering and a master of Space Lich modification.

Along the way into the World Engine, Zanderek had already seen countless severely twisted Space Liches.

"Silent King, how can I believe?"

"Believe that a madman who treats our kin as test subjects, twisting our bodies at will, could create a technology to save our race?"

Zanderek shook his head in sorrowful lamentation.

A sharp tearing sound suddenly erupted behind Zanderek.

Space and dimension ripped open beside him, revealing a pocket dimension—out stepped a Space Lich, hunched over, with six mechanical legs, six eyes, and six arms, each equipped with razor-sharp phase blades.

Six phase blades stabbed from six directions, aiming to sever Zanderek's head.

Phase blades hissed—a purple figure darted forward, wielding a slender sword like a court blade, swiftly parrying all six blades, then seizing the instant of opening to drive the phase court sword into the six-eyed metallic skull.

"Somewhat like a Death Seal," Zanderek said, watching the fallen grotesque Space Lich. "Very similar to the Six-Seal Destroyer born from a Death Seal's madness—likely Zelas's product after close-combat transformation."

"You're awfully relaxed," Sol said, pulling his phase blade from the metallic skull. "I hope you'll pay more attention to your own safety—I haven't yet avenged my disgrace."

"Sol, your swordsmanship has improved again. Knowing our race has a youth like you, I could die content." Zanderek smiled.

"You're delusional again—I'm not a Necrontyr—" Sol shook his head.

"When did I say we were Necrontyr? Isn't our race human?"

The emerald glow in Zanderek's eye sockets twinkled playfully.

"You know I've always been a loyal general of the Human Empire. What even are Necrontyr—alien monsters?"

Sol fell silent. He realized this old man was mad—flexibly, casually, selectively.

"Talasin, have you located Zelas?" Zanderek turned to his other side.

The Infinite Talasin held a staff in one hand and a red circle with a blue cross in the other, gesturing frantically.

"That fraud Zelas must have a mastermind behind him!"

Talasin stared at the staff in his hand, its tip spinning endlessly on the ground without toppling.

"He's hiding in a pocket dimension—so the Sacred Doraemon's Locator Staff can't pinpoint his location."

"And I suspect his pocket dimension, and the room tied to it, are constantly moving—impossible to lock onto in one go."

"I'm trying to hack into the World Engine's operational system to freeze the positions of these rooms."

Talasin's emerald eyes flickered rapidly; atop his head floated a tiny pyramid glowing the same emerald hue.

It was a portable pyramid—a device that awakens the wearer's potential. Talasin had activated his logical brain's potential with it, rapidly infiltrating the World Engine's systems.

He hummed a tune under his breath.

"That kind of dream—this kind of dream—I've got so many more!"

"Make them all come true—"

"With that magic pocket—make them come true!"

Zanderek's guard Obiron watched this scene, puzzled.

"Will this even work?" Obiron couldn't help asking.