Chapter 3205: Destruction Descends, All Nations Shocked

In fact, at this moment, what Saikesi could do was not necessarily to directly organize the Destroyer's departure, but rather to leave some marks on the other party that could be traced by professionals.

Because marking spells are too simple, they are actually difficult to counter; trying a few more times, as long as one succeeds, would be a great achievement—though this is only for ordinary enemies.

For the Illuminati, who are proficient in this area of business, it appeared far too childish.

Meanwhile, Poson, who had already successfully countered Saikesi, did not immediately fly to high altitude to begin today's destruction, but instead wove a small Forbidden Restriction for Saikesi, directly disabling some of the other party's flight and teleportation elements.

This is a relatively advanced Magic technique, usually only mastered by Mages of senior rank or above; although Poson has an indecisive personality, he is still very talented in terms of Magic.

It is only because of his poor background that he wasted a lot of time, but he has received an orthodox education after all; as long as he is willing to study, the path of Magic is always open to him.

After dealing with Saikesi, Poson flew toward the high altitude without hesitation; in the process of ascending, he saw several Elves rushing toward Saikesi and saw the squad of soldiers charging toward him while riding Pegasus.

But none of this could stop him; Poson ignored the blood-red text constantly flickering on the Projection before him, took out the Magic Scepter he had received earlier in the Midian of the Illuminati, and pointed it at the factory area below.

At first, he did not choose the center of the factory as his target, but started from the edge; as the Scepter was activated, a Deep Blue Ray shot out from the Gemstone at the tip of the Scepter, but unlike traditional ray Spells, there was no obvious change between the start of the emission and the contact.

However, the Deep Blue Ray that Poson activated at this moment was radiating in a cone shape, with the tip of the Scepter being the sharp point of the cone; seeing this scene, Poson secretly thought, "Not good."

His current altitude was already some distance from the ground, which meant that the contact surface when the ray reached the ground would be very large; whether the ray's power was dispersed or not was not a good thing for him.

The former meant he would need to lower his altitude and would very likely be held back or even captured alive by the squad of soldiers chasing him, while the latter meant it might cause significant collateral damage.

The ray Spell was extremely fast; before Poson could figure out which result he preferred, the ray below made contact with the ground, and the contact surface covered the entire factory area, even greatly exceeding it.

In just an instant, an extremely intense Magic Aura erupted below, accompanied by visible Reality light, the brightness of which even surpassed the sun, which was only slightly tilted.

Poson immediately realized that the Magic Scepter given to him by the Illuminati was problematic; when he was learning how to use it in the Midian earlier, he had also probed the Scepter itself, and the result of that probe was—the Spell contained within the Scepter did not exceed 8 Rings.

But the current situation was—judging solely from the Magic Aura, the intensity of the magical reaction below exceeded 10 Rings; more specifically, Poson could not judge it with his current knowledge.

When the blue light dissipated, all the Surface environment at the contact surface had disappeared, leaving behind a deep pit visible and identifiable even from high altitude, with blue flames gradually dissipating and flowing within the deep pit.

Seeing this scene, Poson's heart tightened completely; although the squad of soldiers charging toward him had all stopped because of this scene, he felt no joy in his heart, only deep self-reproach and remorse.

"Why didn't you tell me the power of the Magic Scepter was so great?" At this moment, Poson even forgot to leave the scene; he stared blankly and questioned Yisiluoda, who was hiding behind the Projection.

The Projection was no longer flickering at this moment, but Yisiluoda did not answer Poson's question, only reminding Poson—"You should leave."

Thinking of leaving, Poson finally regained a trace of sanity and immediately teleported away; when he returned to the Midian, he would definitely ask Yisiluoda properly why he had hidden the power of the Magic Scepter.

……

Under the Indication of the Projection, Poson returned to the Midian where the operation started after only three teleports, but before he could question him, Yisiluoda, who had been waiting outside the Teleportation Array, demanded he hand over the Magic Scepter.

Poson subconsciously gripped the Scepter in his hand, and a crazy thought kept growing in his heart; he wanted to know what would happen if he unleashed a ray attack in the Midian like the one in Ailan!

But this thought came and went quickly; if it were elsewhere, the Illuminati might let him use the power of this Scepter at will, but on the Illuminati's own turf, he figured they would not let him easily control this powerful Scepter.

Let alone use it to destroy the Midian.

However, the calmed-down Poson did not immediately hand over the Magic Scepter, but held onto the Scepter and questioned Yisiluoda why he had hidden the power of the Scepter, looking as if he would trigger a destruction Spell if things went wrong.

Facing this situation, Yisiluoda did not show even the slightest bit of nervousness; he calmly told Poson:

"It's not that I didn't tell you the power of the Scepter, but that it wasn't necessary. Is there any point in knowing so much? What can you change? Just like now—"

As he spoke, Yisiluoda reached out and pointed; the Scepter that was still being tightly gripped in Poson's hand suddenly blurred bit by bit, and when it reappeared, it was in Yisiluoda's hand.

"You cannot handle this weapon, so I will take it back first. You should hurry to the secret room to adjust your Fate Trajectory, otherwise you won't be able to leave here, or do you want to stay here forever?"

"You—"

Poson was suddenly speechless; the longer he spent with Yisiluoda, the more he felt the other party was a stranger. The image of the one who had heroically sacrificed himself for his Demon Descendant brethren completely collapsed at this moment, turning into a member of the Illuminati with deep selfish motives.

After a long while, Poson squeezed out a "I know," and by this time, Yisiluoda had already walked away.

……

Returning to his home in Terminos, Poson was still feeling terrified by this outing; he had originally thought that upon returning to the Midian, he would be blamed for acting on his own during the mission, but he did not expect that neither Yisiluoda nor anyone else had a word of blame for him.

This made Poson even more convinced that even if he had done nothing at the time, the Illuminati would have had a backup plan to target him; this operation might have just been a test for him.

It was just that the price of this test was a factory that had been built and was about to be put into production, and so many innocent Commoners!

Thinking of that Gold Elf compatriot who clearly had no ability but still wanted to stop him, and thinking of those innocent workers he had killed by mistake, Poson's heart tightened uncontrollably.

He once thought about liberating the Demon Descendants, but now his hands were stained with the blood of innocent compatriots; is this what the Demon Descendants wanted to see?

No, it should be said that the Illuminati had long since deviated from the path of liberating the Demon Descendants; perhaps their goal from the beginning was not this, and perhaps constantly intensifying the hatred between Demon Descendants and ordinary Elves was the true purpose of the Illuminati.

Poson seemed to have seen the Reality, but what was the Reality beyond these things!