Chapter 348: Abyss Legion and Ancient High-Energy War (12)

Boom, boom, boom.

Half an hour has passed, and the Spell Hunter continues to attack Luosen's supergiant steel-hard sand shield, once per second, like a war drum.

Each strike inflicts considerable damage on the shield.

Meanwhile, Luosen spends about 800,000 Luosen of power to repair the shield, and another 1,000,000 Luosen per second to maintain the phase-locking formation, for a total power output of 1,800,000 Luosen per second.

The maximum output of the Super Solar Heart is 3,000,000 Luosen per second, so it easily withstands the blows.

Inside the sand shield, Luosen is carefully studying the elemental corpse left by the bandit leader.

He faintly feels that the reason this bandit can unconsciously control the Spell Hunter is that the secret may lie in its bloodline.

He guesses this guy is a survivor of the Dawn Empire, whose bloodline can be traced all the way back to the imperial era, possibly a prominent figure of the empire.

When he researches, he is so focused that he hardly notices time passing.

He doesn't know how long has passed when suddenly he hears Adela's voice.

"Your Majesty, any results?"

Luosen came to, turned his head, and saw everyone in the camp looking at him, with expressions of anxiety and anticipation, plus a hint of fear.

Especially those Life Saints, who obviously dare not meet his eyes, and his act of dissecting the corpse frightened them even more.

This is normal; cognition determines courage.

These Life Saints are bound by various life doctrines, like pets kept in cages, having seen nothing of the world, they are naturally jumpy.

After seeing more, getting used to it, they'll be fine.

After stretching his muscles, Luosen asked: "How much time has passed?"

"Not long, about five and a half hours."

That means it's probably past eleven at night now.

Originally the temperature should be freezing enough to make water drip into ice, but because of the protection of the spherical sand shield and the continuous power output from the Spell Hunter and Luosen, the interior is warm like spring, even a bit hot.

Looking at Adela's expectant gaze, Luosen gave a brief explanation.

"Some results have emerged; it's likely due to the combined effect of this bandit's bloodline and that artifact fragment, but I haven't pinpointed the exact mechanism, so I still need some time."

Having said that, seeing Adela show a hint of worry, he asked: "Any problems?"

Adela whispered: "The commotion outside is too loud; it might attract more Spell Hunters."

After a pause, she softly said: "Perhaps we should relocate."

Luosen immediately understood Adela's idea: have him focus on cracking the Law Ring Folding Technique rather than controlling the Spell Hunter.

But having finally made some progress, Luosen is reluctant to leave.

He spread his hands, 'a look of helplessness': "Dear, I understand your point, but deciphering the Law Ring Folding Technique is far harder than finding the control secret."

"Because the latter has the aid of the artifact life branch, while the former does not."

This reasoning is very sound, and Adela believed it.

Luosen then dove back into research, studying not only the Luokeko bloodline, but also how this bloodline and the artifact fragment on the bone spear function.

After repeated attempts, by late night the Spell Hunter's attack faltered slightly.

Immediately afterward, a somewhat familiar soul fluctuation echoed in Luosen's mind.

Upon hearing it, he realized this fluctuation was almost identical to the one initially emitted by Pioneer Dilakes.

He now has the data of Pioneer Dilakes and can understand the language of the Dawn Empire.

Soon, Laifu translated the content of that soul fluctuation.

"Administrator detected, please issue action orders."

Luosen's heart instantly leapt with joy: "Ah-ha~~ I really guessed right."

He immediately issued the command using the 'bloodline plus artifact fragment' method, in the natural language of the Dawn Empire.

"Cease fire immediately."

The next second, the 'boom boom' sound vanished, and Luosen simultaneously received the Spell Hunter's reply: "Attack halted, entering standby mode."

Others in the camp also noticed the change, Adela beaming with surprise: "Your Majesty, you succeeded?!"

Luosen nodded: "Preliminary success, but don't rush—I haven't figured it out yet, so let's keep quiet."

This time without Adela's restraint, the camp fell instantly silent— not even a fart could be heard.

Luosen continued various tests and quickly found the most stable control method.

For ease of use, he fixed it as a spell and named it the Law-Taming Whip.

Soon, using the Law-Taming Whip, he successfully entered the Spell Hunter's control interface.

This control interface closely resembles Pioneer Dilakes's, but its functions are far less powerful and complex.

After a simple exploration, Luosen learned the Spell Hunter's information.

"Royal Dawn Guard D58211, mission: repel the invading Abyss Legion and defend the Dawn Empire."

"This guard is equipped with a Hunter battle core, powered by solar essence, capable of standby for fifteen thousand years."

"The Abyss Legion?"

Luosen's eye twitched slightly, giving him a distinctly bad feeling.

"What kind of Abyss Legion would require such a mighty combat puppet for defense?"

A somewhat frightening answer surfaced in his mind.

"The Dawn Empire's sudden collapse was likely due to a high-energy arcane war that occurred ten thousand years ago; the fighting was extremely fierce, utterly destroying this great high-energy empire."

"Why is that scary? Because the Abyss still exists!"

"If such a high-energy arcane war could happen in the Dawn Empire, it could naturally erupt in his Natural Empire as well."

"And his Natural Empire is far weaker than the Dawn Empire!"

"This foray into the lost plane was right on target; I need to delve deeper to uncover the truth of the war ten thousand years ago."

Thinking that, Luosen checked the Dawn Sentinel's current operating status. "Remaining solar essence: 26.4 g; estimated standby time: 1,000 years, or maximum output power for 5 months."

Its energy is about to be exhausted.

The other Dawn Sentinels are certainly in a similar condition.

Considering its designation is D58211, which indicates the production number, the Lost Plane should contain at least 58,211 Dawn Sentinels.

Since they are combat puppets, have endured extremely intense high‑energy wars, and have traversed ten‑thousand years of time, a large portion of the Dawn Sentinels must have been damaged.

And certainly a small fraction, having lost power, are completely dormant.

"Assuming only a ten‑percent completeness rate, there would still be over five thousand units left. If I could supply enough solar essence, I could immediately obtain a large batch of strong, terrifying combat machines."

The earlier pioneers and the current Dawn Sentinels are all precious legacies left by the ancient empire.

Having confirmed he fully controlled the Dawn Sentinel, Luosen dispelled the phase‑binding formation around his body and ordered the Dawn Sentinel to teleport to his side.

"Bzz~~~"

A flash of light and shadow flickered on the clearing beside the camp, followed by a tall, deep‑purple puppet slowly materializing in the air.

This instantly provoked an uncontrollable chorus of gasps in the camp, and everyone kept their distance.

This time, even A Daila could barely keep composure and instinctively ducked behind Luosen.

Luosen, of course, was unafraid.

He stepped forward, circling the Dawn Sentinel repeatedly, closely observing its structure: about four meters tall, humanoid in shape, with an abstract yet ornate style, its entire body forged from deep‑purple material that glimmered with a rich metallic sheen, its surface etched with intricate, elegant, mysterious runes.

Its hands and feet were shaped like elongated droplets.

The rounded end of the "droplet" attached to the body, the tip pointing outward, and was specialized into a "dagger" shape.

The hand daggers were relatively delicate, while the leg daggers were massive; when brought together, they could form a spear over three meters long.

After a full rotation, Luosen evaluated, "Clearly, the hands are law‑breaking blades, and the legs are law‑breaking spears."

He stepped forward again to study the properties of the deep‑purple material.

He soon discovered: "It is a very peculiar high‑energy elemental alloy that can automatically adjust its strength according to the surrounding law ring."

The current law ring strength is Eleven Ring, so this Dawn Sentinel's body strength is Twelve Ring, just one level above the environmental law ring.

It saves energy while guaranteeing crushing power over opponents.

Because of this, if it entered a Twelve or even Thirteen law ring environment, it could encounter Dawn Sentinels whose material strength reaches Thirteen or even Fourteen rings.

But how exactly the material strength is adjusted remains to be studied; currently we know almost nothing.

Thinking of this, Luosen became even more eager to enter the high‑energy law ring zone of the Lost Plane.

He also realized this would be extremely dangerous; a single misstep could be fatal.

Because Luosen's understanding of the power of Twelve and even Thirteen law rings is extremely shallow

No matter how much he prepares, it is hard to fully cope with the dangers of these high‑energy law rings.

On the other side, seeing the hunter remain silent, Beilu Dandi, A Daila and others gradually settled their minds and stepped forward to observe the incredibly formidable high‑energy war puppet.

Standing beside Luosen, trembling with anxiety as she circled the war puppet once, A Daila evaluated:

"When quiet, it shows no hint of terror, but once it starts fighting, it becomes the most terrifying killing machine in the world."

Luosen nodded in agreement: "Inside the law ring, it truly is an extremely terrifying war machine. Even the world‑ender Gao Mi Le Er would be slain by a single slash."

A Daila nodded in agreement: "Exactly."

As she spoke, a trace of unmistakable loss appeared on her face.

Faintly, Luosen also sensed through soul vibrations the deep frustration and anxiety in her heart.

Towards himself, there was even more fear and distrust.

Luosen felt a slight stir in his heart.

"It seems the hunter affair has greatly shaken A Daila's confidence; I killed Pei Li, and that made her fear me."

After all, Pei Li was a deity to her; given Luosen's displayed power, if he could easily kill Pei Li, he could naturally kill her as well.

He then looked at Dream Lord Nai Li beside him.

This level‑14 mighty god was very silent, his heart still wrapped in a deep sorrow, his fear and distrust of Luosen even stronger than A Daila's.

Perhaps it was due to shared fate.

"Hmm, it seems I must soothe them properly."

He intends to make good use of these two; they may fear him, but they must not distrust him.

By contrast, Beilu Dandi had no issues at all.

She was thrilled, eyes shining: "Your Majesty, now that you control such a powerful puppet, aren't you invincible?"

Luosen shook his head: "Such a thing doesn't exist."

"This is a war machine specifically for use inside the law ring; it is extremely strong within the law ring but cannot enter the void."

"Moreover, since this bandit can control it, there must be others on the Lost Plane who also control it, or a force that can restrain it; otherwise, given the bandit's arrogant and ignorant nature, he wouldn't willingly be a miserable bandit."

That was also true; the group's previously excited mood immediately sank, and they all deeply felt the dread of the Lost Plane.

Luosen, however, was full of anticipation for the Lost Plane and waved his hand.

"Alright, it's getting late, rest peacefully for a while, then we set out again."

Having said that, he walked toward his own tent.

The others, having been on edge all day, now settled their minds and felt very fatigued, so they also entered their tents to rest.

Luosen wasn't tired at all, because his Divine Body possessed extremely abundant energy.

He just wanted to find a chance to speak openly with A Daila.

After lying down for a while, he whispered through his soul: "A Daila, come over."

(End of Chapter)