Chapter 618: Want to Slack Off at Work?

Every time Markel flew an airship in the plane, looking at the white clouds outside the porthole, he would have an expectation or worry: will someone pop out of the window to say hello to me?

This situation had never happened. Mages are too lazy to fly above the clouds. After entering the void, this kind of thing is even more impossible to happen.

Despite this, such thoughts always arise and linger. However, when it suddenly becomes real, the shock it brings is also huge: "Seeing ghosts, there are people outside, there are living people!"

After Markel rushed in, three gnomes holding crossbows rushed out and charged towards Ang: "Don't move, raise your hands!"

Ang had already scanned the entire airship with soul scanning and found that this was just a gnome airship. It was not much different from the airships seen on the Main Plane and the Star Burst Plane, just with some small equipment and parts.

For example, this airship had an extra giant telescope, similar to Diluni's Astrological Tower, but a few sizes smaller.

Besides the telescope, there was also a simple wind element adsorption magic array. This magic array could adsorb wind elements, forming an air ball with a diameter of tens of meters, wrapping the airship.

Living things that need to breathe could also breathe normally in such a 'ball'. However, for the sake of safety, everyone had a respirator hanging around their necks, which could be bitten when necessary.

Besides this, this was an ordinary gnome airship, and there were no powerful weapons, such as Annihilation Balls.

The most powerful weapon was the crossbow held by the gnomes. The crossbow was an ordinary crossbow, but the arrow was not an ordinary arrow, but a 'light' arrow.

"How strange, isn't this the Light Arrow of the Light System? Solidified to be launched with a crossbow? What kind of technology is this?" Naigris said in surprise.

These gnomes clearly had no magic fluctuations, but they carried crossbows that could launch light arrows. Such a combination was truly hard to understand.

Light magic is a very special magic. Its advantages and disadvantages are very obvious. The disadvantage is that the consumption is very large, and the advantage is that it is fast, as fast as lightning magic, basically hitting the target as soon as it is released.

But because the consumption is large, the casting speed is also slow, making it easy for the enemy to predict, and it is not easy to hit the target with gaze locking.

So it is very difficult to see professional light-type mages. Most of them are part-time jobs from other magic systems, practicing some auxiliary magic like illumination and flash.

However, there is one type of light that is an exception—Holy Light.

The Holy Light magic of the Light Church evolved from light-type magic, adding the 'will of God', making up for some of the disadvantages of the light system, strengthening some of the advantages, and becoming a particularly practical and particularly cool holy light that believers are bluffed by as soon as they see it.

Ang's Holy Light Missile, the Little Angel's Holy Light Shine, no longer have the disadvantages of slow casting and large consumption of light-type magic. Holy Light Shine has large consumption, but the casting is also fast, almost becoming the 'starting move' of the Little Angel.

Saying so much is mainly to express that it is really magical to use a crossbow to launch light arrows.

Ang looked at it twice, then rubbed his fingers, and a 'light arrow' was rubbed out from his fingers, and then he said: "Level 1."

"Level 1? This isn't a light arrow either, it should be called a Holy Light Arrow. However,

Ang is clearly taking a shortcut; he is using his own will to change the form of the Holy Light. In essence, it is no different from a Holy Light Missile.

A First-Rank Light Arrow is truly too low-level. Ang rubs his fingers together, conjuring a Fourth-Rank Light Arrow. He first throws the First-Rank Light Arrow outside the airship, then flings the Fourth-Rank Light Arrow out.

It strikes the First-Rank Light Arrow—Boom! A mass of intense light explodes.

Nigris clicks his tongue: "Is this a Light Arrow? This is an Explosive Flame, right? It definitely has the power of a Sixth-Rank Explosive Flame, and its piercing power is even greater. Ku Ba Da, using a Fourth-Rank Light Arrow to create the destructive power of a Sixth-Rank Explosive Flame—by the time you can cast Ninth-Rank magic, even Truth Mages will have to walk around you."

Ang tilts his head.

"Alright, alright, I know you're amazing; now they have to walk around you too," Nigris says irritably.

Ang rubs his hands together, conjuring thirty Fourth-Rank Light Arrows; this is his limit for one second of casting.

Thump... A series of thumping sounds. Ang turns his head to look and discovers that the three goblins have now collapsed to the ground with weak legs, their crossbows hidden behind their backs.

Seeing Ang look over, the three goblins all pile the most humble smiles onto their faces: "Welcome! You are a Light Architect, right? Oh, supreme Lord Light Architect, welcome to our airship. Markol was just making a fuss; we hope you won't take offense, my lord."

Ang tilts his head. What is a Light Architect?

"They seem to have misunderstood. What on earth is a Light Architect?" Nigris is also confused by this unprecedented title.

It must be said that Ang's body language is too misleading, especially when he is expressionless; it is very easy for people to misunderstand. These goblins clearly misunderstand as well, saying in a panic: "Oh, oh, apologies, please come inside, please come inside. How rude of us, please come inside to rest, my lord."

Nigris realizes the other party has truly misunderstood and hurriedly says: "Don't speak. Go along with what they say and try to gather as much information as possible."

"Oh," Ang responds in his heart and lifts his feet to walk into the cabin.

The three goblins cautiously step aside, smiling as they gesture toward the Light Arrows: "My lord, let us help you put them away."

Ang had just casually rubbed them out, and thirty Fourth-Rank Light Arrows had appeared before him. He habitually let them circle him, but it is a bit inconvenient to enter the cabin like this. If the goblins hadn't spoken, he would have casually extinguished the Light Arrows once he realized.

Hearing the goblins' suggestion, Nigris hurriedly says in his heart: "Let him put them away. See how they do it. Can Light Arrows even be stored? Like the ones they use?"

The Light Arrows the goblins use are clearly not conjured by themselves, which means someone has sealed the Light Arrows away to be taken out only when needed. Could it be that they know how to seal these Light Arrows?

Ang nods, and the Light Arrows float toward the goblins.

The three goblins each take out an iron ring, each ring split into two halves. They snap them onto the Light Arrows, and the Light Arrows immediately shrink into the iron rings.

"So magical? What kind of iron ring is this? It can actually seal magic?" Nigris says in surprise.

The three goblins skillfully seal all thirty Light Arrows, hold them respectfully in their palms, and present them to Ang.

Ang curiously takes them. As he picks up the iron rings, all three goblins simultaneously reveal expressions of regret and reluctance.

Seeing them like this, Nigris has a thought and hurriedly says: "Leave one for each of them."

"Oh," Ang puts three of the iron rings back into the goblins' hands.

The three goblins are overjoyed and hurriedly thank him: "Thank you for the reward, my lord. Please, come inside."

"Reward? They have their own Light Arrows, and the iron rings are their own, so why call it a reward? Could it be because these are Fourth-Rank Light Arrows, so they are very valuable?" Nigris mutters.

Walking into the cabin, the goblin who was peeing into the void is standing awkwardly to the side. The goblin who followed them in scolds: "Markol, you're making a fuss over nothing! It's Lord Light Architect who has graced us with his presence. It's fortunate you didn't offend him, otherwise, it would be a capital crime."

Just then, the communicator in the cabin suddenly rings: "Markol, Markol, why did you trigger the alarm? What happened?"

Click! This goblin triggered the alarm? This is trouble. He wanted to get familiar and fish for information first, but he didn't expect this goblin to react so quickly. Should he just capture them all and force a confession through torture?

Nigris mutters in his heart. Just as he is about to have Ang capture them, the goblin Markol suddenly connects the communicator and says: "Uh, I am Markol. I accidentally bumped the alarm. I'll turn it off immediately."

"Bumped it? How could you be so careless? I also saw a flash on your end. What's going on?" the communicator asks again.

"Misfire, misfire. The light crossbow misfired," Markol hurriedly replies.

"As long as you're fine, be more careful." The other side doesn't probe further and hangs up directly.

After hanging up, Markol turns back, smiling: "Sorry, my lord. I hope I haven't disturbed you. You may 'rest' here to your heart's content."

When saying 'rest', Markol intentionally emphasizes the tone.

Nigris is stunned for a long time before reacting: "He wouldn't happen to think you're some Light Architect who wants to slack off during work hours, would he?"