Chapter 250: The Name of Heroes

"Death Finger!"

The voice of the Holy Soul Lich in a dark red robe was not loud, yet everyone in Fu Kong Cheng heard it clearly, like a sharp spike piercing people's ears and even tugging at their hearts.

The reputation of this technique is known to almost everyone.

Death Finger is a Seven‑Ring Death Spirit spell, and like Disintegrate, it has an instant‑death effect.

If struck by Death Finger without protection, the soul undergoes a trial; passing it means nothing happens, not even injury.

If the trial is failed, the soul dissipates instantly, certain death.

Anxiwodasi, as a Holy Soul Wizard, naturally maintains protective spells and carries protective magical items, unafraid of Death Finger.

But since the spell comes from a Holy Soul Lich, the outcome is hard to predict.

As the casting completed, the Holy Soul Lich's figure was also revealed.

Lei En saw it point its right index finger at the teacher through the air; the spell had no spectacular visual effect nor any energy glow, as if the casting had failed.

However, he saw clearly that the casting succeeded.

The teacher reacted at maximum speed, not even turning to look at the enemy, and instantly used a flash.

His figure trembled faintly, then vanished.

In the next instant, he appeared inside the protective shield, his expression still calm, his snow‑white beard gently fluttering, looking perfectly fine.

The many Wizards and transcendent beings in Fu Kong Cheng saw this scene and finally relaxed their tense hearts.

Lei En also let out a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he noticed a slight oddity: after the teacher flashed back into the shield, the protective shield, which had been expanding outward, paused for about half a second, then resumed expanding, but its spreading speed had slowed a bit.

The slowdown was minuscule; without his extremely keen perception, it would have gone unnoticed.

Lei En furrowed his brow with some worry, realizing there might be another hidden factor.

"Sazastan."

Anxiwodasi stared at the Holy Soul Lich floating in the air, called out its name, and said in a deep voice: "I thought you had learned the lesson from last time, that for at least several hundred years you would stay hidden on the New Continent, tinkering with the dead in your tomb. Who gave you the audacity to appear before me?"

"You actually didn't die!"

The Holy Soul Lich called Sazastan let out a startled, uncertain cry.

In its skull‑like eye sockets, two clusters of crimson flame flickered; it sneered and replied: "Anxiwodasi, consider yourself lucky; the next time we meet will be your death."

After speaking, its tall, thin body turned into a wisp of black smoke and faded away.

When it reappeared, it had already reached the entrance of Naxas Fu Kong Cheng and slipped inside.

Although it spat harsh words, its tone sounded somewhat timid, as if it dared not linger before Anxiwodasi, fleeing in a hasty retreat.

Death Lord E Sa Zi hummed in displeasure, yet was helpless.

At this time, the surviving Death Knights and Liches, the vast majority returned to Naxas, and the portal was collapsing and shrinking, able to hold for less than half a minute.

The massive Bone Dragon roared, bearing the Death Lord as it flew into the entrance.

In an instant, only Korstted remained as an enemy.

It dared not stay alone, hurriedly flew up to follow.

Before entering Fu Kong Cheng, this former Six‑Council member turned back to look down on Weizelan. When it saw the former teacher Anxiwodasi, its gaze was extremely complex; its dried lips opened slightly, but ultimately it said nothing.

Korstted's figure vanished into the pitch‑black opening, and the portal completely collapsed.

The outline of Naxas Fu Kong Cheng disappeared.

The shadow hanging over Weizelan lifted, Mo Du's sky returned to clear blue, and the afternoon sun shone down, warmth returning to the people.

"Huh…"

Lei En's spirit relaxed, and at the same time he heard many people exhale a long breath together.

"Goddess above, I survived!" a wizard who had escaped death prayed devoutly.

Others wept with joy, choking out: "Heavens, it's finally over, it's all over, wonderful…"

"We have won!"

Cheering erupted throughout Fu Kong Cheng.

But the cheers did not last long; soon people were sobbing loudly for lost family, friends, and the scarred Fu Kong Cheng.

Lei En's mood grew heavy.

It was the toughest battle he had ever endured, lasting less than half an hour, yet it felt as if it spanned several days.

He killed an unknown number of enemies.

But many Wizards, transcendent beings, and ordinary people also lost their lives.

The losses suffered by Weizelan's Fu Kong Cheng must be staggering, perhaps impossible to tally for a while. For many years, Weizelan may struggle to regain its peak, and the cost of repairing the floating structures adds further strain to its already precarious finances.

Fortunately, the teacher was not killed by Death Finger.

As long as a Holy Soul Wizard remains stationed, Weizelan's Fu Kong Cheng will eventually recover.

"Citizens of Weizelan, lift your heads and gaze at the sky!"

Anxiwodasi's voice suddenly rang throughout Fu Kong Cheng, echoing in everyone's ears: "Today, the city we live in was nearly destroyed by its betrayers. Korstted, he was once my closest friend and my proudest student; he fell into the Abyss for power, plotting and executing this series of conspiracies."

"From his perspective, Korstted has already obtained the power he desired."

"But he lost even more."

"Friendship, kinship… and humanity." Anxiwodasi's eyes flashed with a hint of pain, then steadied, and he continued: "Korstted is no longer a member of Weizelan; he will pay for everything he did today."

"Here, I swear in the name of VijesCui."

"One day, we will kill Korstted, bring back his soul or body, and avenge every family member, lover, and friend we have lost, judging the crimes he committed!"

"This world is so beautiful, yet we must stay vigilant."

"On the path to truth, we must not lose ourselves to power, nor abandon humanity."

"I assure you, Weizelan will not fall; each of us bears responsibility to protect our city, rebuild our home. Thank you for your sacrifices and contributions today; though they pain us and the consequences will affect us for many years, you need not regret..."

Because this is a city worth us saving.

This is our city!

Anxiwodasi's speech carried an uplifting magic that freed people from sorrow, restored belief to their faces, and they immediately began clearing the ruins and treating the wounded.

After the speech ended, Anxiwodasi descended.

He did not return to the tower, but landed on Ruein Square, gazing silently at the crater that had exploded in the middle of the square.

Lei En glanced from afar and ordered, "Xikalius, you all pick up every shell; not a single one may be missed."

Xikalius was still excited about his ascent to legend.

He looked down and saw shells covering the ground, piled at his feet, ten‑plus centimeters thick, countless tens of thousands, and he was instantly dumbfounded.

The thrill of firing earlier now turned into the misery of picking up shells.

"Boss, can we skip it? They're worthless anyway."

He wore a worried expression, and the Extreme Warriors all wore sour faces, wondering how long they would have to keep picking.

"These bullets are to be reused; the more bullets, the longer Lambo's Gun can keep firing, unless you later don't want to fight with Lambo's Gun," Lei En said solemnly.

Hearing that, Xikalius immediately complied.

After today's battle, he had become completely enamored with the machine gun, finding it hard to give up; if later he couldn't fire because of a lack of bullets, it would be unbearable.

Thirteen Extreme Warriors hurriedly removed their packs and stuffed the shells in one handful at a time.

Lei En chuckled to himself.

The shells were indeed worthless; the machine gun's key lay in its propellant, but the shells retain powder residue, and if a cunning alchemist were to pick up a few, they might actually be studied.

Lei En looked toward Akarand beside him.

This legendary Mid-stage mechanic, after the battle, kept glancing at the Extreme Warriors, especially at the Lambo's Gun on their backs, his eyes filled with unmistakable amazement.

Ahem!

Lei En gave a light cough; Akarand recovered, his face a little embarrassed.

He gave Xikalius a glance; due to their symbiotic link, no words were needed, and Xikalius silently instructed the Extreme Warriors to wrap Lambo's Gun in black cloth to prevent other mechanics from touching it.

Akarand sounded a bit reluctant and said, "Lei En…"

"Sorry."

Lei En knew what he was about to ask and refused before the question, "This is my personal invention, it's of great importance, and I don't want others handling it for now; I hope you understand my difficulty."

"I understand, I understand…"

Akarand wore a face of regret yet still stepped away from the tower entrance to avoid Lei En's misunderstanding.

Over at Ruein Square, Wizards gradually gathered around Anxiwodasi.

Lei En wanted to go as well, but he couldn't trust leaving the Extreme Warriors here to pick shells, in case some ill‑intented person was watching from the shadows…

"Let me help you."

Aoxiliya spoke but didn't act immediately; she waited until Lei En nodded before casting her spell.

An invisible gust rose, gathering all the shells, then lifted them, splitting into a dozen streams like flowing water, landing precisely into the Extreme Warriors' packs.

The whole process took less than ten seconds—fast and flawless.

Lei En scanned the surroundings several times, including under the steps, confirming no shells were missed, and couldn't help but marvel at Aoxiliya's meticulous control of her spell.

The Extreme Warriors were also extremely delighted.

"We'll go ahead."

Lei En led the way down the steps, and when passing the big pit, he saw a charred body lying inside and finally recalled that Marquis Jiliu Sonas was still there.

Since sending Sonas into the pit, he had been unable to tend to him.

Lei En hurriedly jumped in; Sonas's condition was better than expected. After using a Healing Technique scroll, he also employed other lifesaving items, wasn't torn apart by the Undead Army, and survived.

His right leg was broken, only a piece of flesh still attached.

The broken leg wasn't a big issue; a senior priest of the Earth Temple could mend it, but his soul was very weak, having been struck by Eilon*Rivennat's death force; after using Divine Technique to dispel it, he may need a year or more to fully recover.

"Marquis Jiliu, can you still hold on?" Lei En asked with concern.

"I won't die for now."

Sonas glared irritably, "Can't you be a bit more careful? If I didn't have a high‑grade Magic Resistance scroll, I'd have been killed by your lightning!"

"Um…"

Lei En only then noticed that many of Sonas's scars were caused by lightning.

Thunderous Heavy Strike's lightning is an area attack, not precisely controllable, and one can't keep track of it during battle.

At least dozens of Thunderous Heavy Strikes were released nearby just now; Sonas was caught in the blast, and it's a miracle he wasn't electrocuted.

He must have incurred a great penalty.

"Next time, for sure."

Lei En forced a nervous laugh; in truth he felt a bit of schadenfreude, thinking that since he hadn't died, it was just a punishment for his past opposition.

He returned the "Giant Troll Slayer" to Sonas, saying, "Thanks for lending me the Giant Troll Slayer; I'll reimburse you for that Frenzy Beast Blood Potion at market price."

Sonas took the great axe, gently brushed it twice, then used it as a cane, wobbling as he stood, gritting his teeth, "No need, I gave you the potion for self‑rescue, and it wasn't worth much anyway."

"Alright." Lei En nodded.

Seeing Sonas was holding up, he said nothing further and hurried over.

On Ruein Square, Anxiwodasi stood at the edge of the great pit, and Wizards rushed from all corners of Fu Kong Cheng, surrounding the square.

When Lei En arrived, all eyes instantly turned to him.

Especially the Extreme Warriors trailing behind.

They watched the Extreme Warriors and the Lambo's Gun wrapped in black cloth on their backs; some gazed with curiosity, others with a hint of fear, involuntarily tucking their chins.

Many people saw the legendary Undead Wizard being instantly blown apart.

And that terrifying crossfire net, with more than half of the Undead Army of the Catastrophe Legion, slammed wildly at the entrance where Lei En stood, but ultimately failed to break through.

A dozen‑plus people held back the assault of tens of thousands of enemies; looking across the long history of the Ai Lun E Si world, it is hard to find many achievements more glorious than this.

Lei En's battle with Ai Long Ruiwen Nat was even more daunting!

Today, had Lei En and his Extreme Warrior not been there, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It could even be said that Lei En led the rescue of Weizelan's Fu Kong Cheng, saved the Wizards' homeland, and saved the countless lives of Mo Du.

After this, the name of Lord Ge La Mo Gen—Ryan Augustus will spread throughout the human realms, standing alongside the many heroes of history, becoming the protagonist sung in epic ballads.

Even after several hundred years, or even several thousand, he will not be forgotten.

The Wizards voluntarily cleared a path.

When Lei En passed, each Wizard placed a hand on his chest and saluted, showing gratitude, and even the legendary Wizards and several councilors were no exception.

"Lei En." Kai De Jia called out approvingly.

"Your Excellency, Count."

"Lord…"

The Wizards all spoke up, offering Lei En their highest respect.

(End of Chapter)