Chapter 3204: Notice Before Launch

But the next moment, that black dot from high above descended before the crowd; it was a mysterious Spellcaster whose entire body was shrouded in a cloak. Everyone present could not make out the face of this mysterious Spellcaster, and they could not help but feel a tremendous shock in their hearts.

"I give you one minute to leave. After one minute, I will destroy this place! Go quickly!" A distant, cold voice emanated from the cloak.

After speaking, this mysterious Spellcaster reached out and pointed toward a factory building not far away. Instantly, a ball of heavenly fire descended, burning the factory roof until it turned red-hot, though this factory had considered fire prevention measures when it was built.

A single ball of heavenly fire could not destroy that factory, but the mysterious Spellcaster's actions undoubtedly proved that his words were no prank, but that he had truly come with a mission of destruction.

"Who are you? Why do you want to destroy our factory?" Saikesi, the person in charge of the Ailan factory—that tall and muscular Gold Elf—asked the mysterious Spellcaster while emboldening himself, all while gesturing for his companions nearby to evacuate.

The mysterious Spellcaster—that is, Poson, who had received orders from the Illuminati to carry out the destruction mission—felt somewhat impatient upon hearing this. Time was so tight that he had no time to explain to the other party, and in fact, there was no way to explain it at all.

Thus, he could only silently shoot a flame toward another factory building. Perhaps due to the differences in the factory's functional design, although this flame was less powerful, the effect it achieved was better than the heavenly fire from just a moment ago.

It first ignited the timber piled outside the factory, and then the fire began to spread toward the factory building. Several Ailan workers who were still nearby tried to block the fire upon seeing this, but they were forced away by Poson.

"You gave us time to evacuate, which shows that you actually don't want to destroy this place, but why do you still want to do this? Do you know that the factory here is related to the livelihood of the Ailan people!"

Although Saikesi signaled for his companions to evacuate, he himself did not leave. This was where his responsibility lay; as he said, this factory was related to the livelihood of the Ailan people. Other workers could evacuate, but how could he, the person in charge, just walk away?

But facing the unknown Destroyer, Saikesi keenly sensed the difference between the other party and enemies in the normal sense. Normal enemies would not let them evacuate but would strike directly. What did this mean?

This meant that the Destroyer before him actually did not want to destroy this place, perhaps due to some unavoidable reason. Saikesi had already notified and summoned the soldiers stationed near the factory; what he had to do now was to delay time and gather as much usable intelligence as possible.

And his words did indeed make Poson's heart waver somewhat. Although Poson believed he had chosen to help these workers as much as possible within his dilemma, destroying the factory itself was undoubtedly a form of harm.

Not to mention that the factory Saikesi mentioned was related to the livelihood of the Ailan people, which once again caused Poson to fall into doubt regarding the justice of this operation.

But he remained silent. The current situation was not something he, an ordinary Elf, could control. Faced with the choice of sacrificing himself to preserve the factory, he still chose to preserve himself.

Based on his understanding of Yisiluoda and the Illuminati, even if he abandoned the mission, perhaps other executors would come, which might trigger even more cruel results.

By comparison, he was already doing his best to balance all sides.

But facing the equally persistent Saikesi, Poson could not bear to hurt the other party, yet he still hardened his heart and said coldly: "You have thirty seconds left!"

"Why? Why! Why must the Ailan people face ill-intentioned strikes just as their situation has slightly improved?" Saikesi said, feeling extremely puzzled and angry.

He glanced at his companions who had already evacuated one after another not far away, as well as a few friends he got along with well; they could have left without looking back, yet they were still watching from a distance, seemingly waiting for him to evacuate together, but he—

Seemed destined to disappoint his friends!

He shouted angrily at the Destroyer: "You can destroy this factory, but you can never destroy the Ailan people's pursuit of a better life!"

These words once again shocked Poson's heart. He suddenly realized that he and the eloquent Elf before him were actually his own kin; not long ago, both sides shared a common identity, and that was—Siluwende Elf.

It was even possible that in the past, they had brushed past each other in the Shoudu of Taier'annuo, but at this moment, both sides stood on opposite sides. Such opposition not only meant that the current Poson represented the Illuminati and had come to destroy Saikesi's factory.

It also revealed the special relationship between Siluwende and the independent Ailan.

Realizing this, Poson felt even more tormented. He still had no other choice, but he could not help but say two more things to Saikesi: "Your friends are waiting for you, go quickly. If a factory is destroyed, it can be rebuilt, but if you die, you die, and it is meaningless."

"Who are you? Who exactly are you? Why must you bring destruction?" Saikesi wailed in pain and unwillingness.

He knew he could not persuade the other party, but he also could not allow the other party to destroy the factory that belonged to all the Ailan people. As the person in charge of the factory, he had to do something instead of running away; running away would make his life meaningless.

Thus, he was going to resist. Saikesi did not expect to be able to kill or stop the other party, but as long as he could delay for a little more time, the nearby soldiers would be able to arrive. Those were Battle Mages who had experienced war, and they would absolutely have no problem dealing with a single enemy.

"Time is up. Now it depends on your luck!"

Saying this, Poson flew toward the sky again, but compared to when he arrived, this time there was an extra tenacious restraint. As the person in charge of the Magic Artifact Factory, it was impossible for Saikesi not to understand Magic.

In fact, being able to stand out from a crowd of competitors, Saikesi had his advantages, which was that he had received both traditional and academic education; the former meant true Magic inheritance, while the latter was Magic Technician training.

Most factory managers were experienced Magic Craftsmen, and Saikesi was one too, but because of his background, he had once received a period of true Magic Education.

Compared to those Magic Technicians who only knew how to operate according to the processing manual, Saikesi was undoubtedly far ahead. And now, recalling those Spells he almost never used in daily life, he launched his angry strike.

It was a pity that, both being Elite Mages, a half-baked person like Saikesi posed almost zero threat to Poson. Almost the moment Saikesi cast the Spell, Poson noticed it, and even identified the Spell the other party was about to cast—

It was a targeted Spell that did not require judging the landing point of the Spell effect—Slow. It could barely stop the effect of Flight, but how could Poson let the other party fully release the Spell?

With just a thought, he caused the surrounding Magic Net to change. Facing this sudden change, Saikesi knew what was happening and knew how to respond, but unfortunately, with the Magic knowledge he currently possessed, it was not enough for him to cope.

The next moment, the uncompleted Spell was immediately countered and failed.