Chapter 379

On the back of the Undying Bone Dragon, Aubenli stood on a magic array, continuously releasing Death Breath Flame—massive black fireballs like explosions tore through the sky, slamming into the ugly Sin Angels.

Mixed within the Death Breath Flame were soul magic effects—slowing, hypnosis— and with Aubenli's power, these low-tier spells were nearly instantaneous, rendering the Sin Angels sluggish as snails, dazed and confused, helplessly watching the Death Breath Flame swallow them whole.

"Too few troop types—only Sin Angels. They should've been paired with priests to dispel negative effects; otherwise, their strength can't even be unleashed," Aubenli grumbled.

Lei Ting, shrunk into a squirrel shape with its tail held high, scanned the surroundings warily and replied: "Didn't Andong say these Sin Angels were forcibly transformed by the Arbiter God? He sacrificed hundreds of thousands of humans and planned to launch a World Judgment. Human priests are currently beating them to death—why would they cooperate with them?"

"Sigh, these god-fearing fools always do weird stuff. What's the point of destroying the world?" Aubenli sighed, then screamed at the nearest Sin Angel.

A soul shockwave, nearly visible as ripples, slammed into the Sin Angel, sending it reeling backward; when it lifted its head again, a streak of black flame was already before it.

Aubenli said listlessly: "Too slow. How long will it take to kill them all? Can't these things just gather together? Flying around one by one—killing them individually is too slow."

Lei Ting glanced left and right, pretending not to hear. If it heard, would it have to act? No way—it'd have to change form, exhausting itself. Staying like this was fine; it called it "protecting Aubenli."

But soon, Lei Ting's ears perked up, looking toward the distant horizon.

Far off in the sky, vast clouds surged forward, layer upon layer, rolling and pressing lower and lower.

Such rapid changes in the sky were abnormal—especially since the clouds contained violent, chaotic elemental fluctuations. Was a powerful enemy casting a spell?

Lei Ting and Aubenli immediately went on alert—but then a voice drifted over on the wind: "Lei Ting, help out. Use your ultimate."

"Oh no, not the ultimate! We can win without it!" Lei Ting's tiny face scrunched up in protest.

Though reluctant, Lei Ting darted forward, transforming into a burst of crackling lightning, zipping toward the distant clouds.

Didiuni had already summoned wind and clouds, making such a grand spectacle—if Lei Ting didn't cooperate, Didiuni would surely cut off its snacks.

Boom—thunder rolled as the clouds flickered, as if silver serpents writhed inside, deep rumbles rolling endlessly toward the horizon.

The battling Sin Angels all looked up simultaneously, alert.

If they turned and fled now, they might still survive—but once the clouds covered the entire sky, it would be too late to escape.

The clouds churned in the wind, grinding out endless lightning elements; when these elements reached their peak, lightning rained from the sky.

"Eternal·Thunderstorm!" A voice echoed through the clouds, reverberating across the entire sky and earth.

A bolt of lightning struck one Sin Angel, reducing it to charcoal; then two more bolts, then four, then eight…

Two Truth-tier masters casting in unison—lightning fell like rain. The Sin Angels became like flocks of pigeons in the air, one after another turning to charred husks, smoking as they tumbled downward.

Members of the Starlight Mage Corps and their followers stared wide-eyed, hearts trembling—was this the power of a Truth Archmage?

Even among the Starlight Mages, the academy had three Truth-tier masters—but no one had ever witnessed Truth power, because there was no such thing as Truth magic; the highest magic category was still Arcane Art.

Now they knew: Truth-tier Arcane Art was the power of heaven and earth.

Unlike the awestruck students and teachers, Aubenli gritted her teeth, muttering curses: "This wasteful bastard! This wasteful bastard! How many magic crystals did this cost? How many? You've burned through half a year's school budget! Bastard—I'll make you do hard labor to pay it back!"

Human strength has limits—even a Truth mage couldn't summon such weather without an endless supply of magic. Unless… they were one of those beings with infinite mana. But Didiuni was human—he had no such ability.

Normally, he'd lead a mage corps, combining the power of many mages to manipulate large-scale elements—or else rely on magic crystals to brute-force it.

Manipulating such a vast area of elements required at least hundreds of thousands of magic crystals—enough for half a year's school operating budget. But no matter—it didn't matter. Didiuni's labor was valuable; one use cost fifty thousand magic crystals. Lower the price, take more jobs.

Aubenli didn't know: Didiuni had already sold himself.

After clearing the Sin Angels, Didiuni landed from the sky, with Lei Ting perched on his shoulder like a squirrel. Before Aubenli could scold him, he rushed to explain:

"Red Star, sky, Celestial Fortress—Lord Naige ordered me to move the Astrological Tower to the Celestial Fortress so I can observe Red Star more clearly. Time is short. Come on, let's clear these things out, then go move the tower."

The Starlight Mage Corps accelerated, their efficiency astonishing—they quickly wiped out the main force of Sin Angels. The stragglers Didiuni ignored, leaving them to other mages to hunt down.

Back at the Astrological Tower, Ange and the others were already waiting.

"Rebuilding a new Astrological Tower is impossible—we'd need to order many custom parts; it'd take three to five years to build. My tower alone took three years to complete."

Didiuni explained, then added: "The best solution is to move it whole—or dismantle and move it. As long as the core remains intact, we can reassemble and calibrate it in two or three weeks after relocation."

"Pfft, two or three weeks? Red Star is hurtling toward us at high speed. By the time you finish calibrating, it'll already be smashing into our heads," Naige said irritably.

"Then we must move it whole. I can cut it here and make the top float—but we don't have a large enough teleportation array to transport the entire top intact," Didiuni said.

Du Luo added: "If you cut it here, the tower loses its base—it'll collapse easily. This section must be reinforced into a solid foundation. Inside, everything's gear-driven; movement will shake it apart."

In architecture, Du Luo was the true expert—he'd built the World Transit Station. His words instantly shifted all authority to him.

"First, secure the foundation. Then cut. The outer shell can be discarded, but the core must remain intact—no violent shaking. Misaligned gears are tolerable, but if even a few teeth break, we're done. So we must do this, and then that, and then this again."

Everyone listened with grim faces—this was impossibly difficult. Move the whole thing via teleportation… without any shaking?

Ange tilted his head, stepped forward, pressed both hands against the tower's upper wall, and his scales surged—Dragon God Transformation.

Where his hands touched, the bricks turned metallic gold—metallicized. Then, the entire space froze. Everyone couldn't move a single finger.

Then, the section of the tower top adhering to Ange's palms and now metallicized vanished—sucked into the Palace of Rest.

Space returned to normal. The grim-faced crowd stared, dumbfounded: "Space freeze… can be used like this?"

PS: Congratulations to the women's football team for qualifying for the Asian Cup. Also, a terrible thing happened: my cat pooped on the floor. That wasn't the worst part—the robot vacuum ran over it… and worse? Today it rained. My robot vacuum is ruined.