Chapter 759: Self‑Destruct and Crisis

Where is the Disaster Legion's Floating City?

This is the question both Lei En and Roni share in their hearts. From start to finish, Lei En constantly monitors the Void Plane; the Thundercast Celestial Soldiers are scattered everywhere yet do not join the battle, serving as his eyes and ears to guard against a surprise attack from the Naxas Floating City.

Whether it's the Undead Army across the strait or the Black Soul Knight Order teleported onto Shield Island, in Lei En's eyes they are actually irrelevant.

What he truly awaits is the enemy's Floating City; that is the greatest threat.

His own teachers—Anxiwodasi, Ouroin Master, Elder Suolim, and the Ancient Red Dragon Prison Flame—have not shown up, also waiting for the Floating City to appear.

The four Saint Rank strongmen are preparing to join forces for a lethal strike.

However, the battle has already ended, and the Floating City still remains unseen.

Lei En is baffled by this; does the Disaster Legion really expect that tens of thousands of Undead Army and the Black Soul Knight Order could breach Gotham City?

Roni, one of the few who know the inside story, withdraws his gaze, lets out a long breath, easing the pressure of casting a high-level Meteor Burst, and says in a deep voice, "This isn't the Disaster Legion's style; they haven't given their all, there must be another hidden factor."

"I understand," Lei En gently nods.

He suddenly recalls some details: the Holy Soul Lich Plamon had been appearing and disappearing, and only when he was about to slay Ailong *Ruiwentena did it intervene to rescue him.

And before that, Plamon's actions were unknown.

Later, when he fought it, the Holy Soul Lich repeatedly avoided combat, seemingly due to its cautious and steady nature, yet from start to finish it never approached the Highland Fortress nor attempted to teleport the Black Soul Knight Order into the fortress.

Given Plamon's mastery of teleportation spells, achieving this was not difficult.

In fact, it could command a Lich to open a portal directly onto the highland, closer to the fortress, yet it did not do so.

A flash of insight strikes Lei En's mind.

Plamon likely knows the mystery within the Highland Fortress, where Saint Rank strongmen could appear at any moment, so it dares not approach; its command of the Black Soul Knight Order's assault is clearly to stall time and conceal its true purpose.

What is the Disaster Legion's true aim?

Before Lei En can think it through, he suddenly senses a slight anomaly, whirls his head, and looks toward the southwest of Gotham City.

That is the direction of the bay; there are no city walls, but several turrets block the bay's exit.

The abnormality originates from the farthest turret.

The Electric Light Cannon's sub‑brain crystal detects an enemy; through the Mystic Eye mounted on the turret shield, it sees a withered, gaunt human silhouette hidden in the Void Plane, gray hair covering its head, cradling a rune book—none other than the just‑vanished Plamon.

The Holy Soul Lich is less than a hundred meters from the turret; believing it is well hidden, it watches the Electric Light Cannon from the Astral Plane, its eyes full of interest.

"That guy..."

Lei En's instinct urges him to swivel the cannon's barrel to fire at it, then teleport himself to chase.

But a thought stops him, leaving the Electric Light Cannon motionless.

Roni notices Lei En's change of expression, looks toward the turret, but, being too far, sees nothing and asks, "What's wrong?"

"It appeared," Lei En replies softly.

A few seconds later, Plamon acts.

It leaps from the Astral Plane into the Prime Material Plane, instantly unleashing a Seven‑ring Deep Freeze; the turret, frozen by massive ice, then triggers its automatic defense, attempts to breach the Electric Light Shield but fails, the barrel cannot turn, and the shield's runes illuminate, consecutively casting two spells.

Chain Lightning!

Thunderclap Technique!

Thick bolts of lightning materialize out of nowhere, striking in all directions. Simultaneously, a thunderous crack sounds above the turret, and a fierce shockwave sweeps the surroundings.

Plamon's figure emerges amid the lightning.

The lightning, sound wave, and shockwave strike it, all rebuffed by an icy shield; it calmly and swiftly darts to the turret's front, and as the rune book flutters, a Seven‑ring Compression Technique instantly fires, landing on the Electric Light Cannon.

The massive, heavy Electric Light Cannon shrinks a hundredfold in an instant, now only half a human tall, resembling a model.

Plamon's expression remains calm; he waves his hand, pulling the shrunken Electric Light Cannon into his Dimensional Space Ring, then glances toward the Highland Fortress.

Even though the Thunderclap Technique's sound hasn't reached there, Lei En has already noticed the movement, looks over, yet takes no action.

"Hm?"

Plamon's soul flickers, suddenly sensing immense danger.

It abruptly looks down, discovers the danger stems from its own ring, its face pales instantly, but it's too late to react.

Boom—

A cataclysmic explosion erupts along the southwest coast of Shield Island, shaking all of Gotham City, accompanied by a sun‑blazing flash; a mushroom cloud rises into the sky, visible from dozens of miles away.

This blast is even more terrifying than a high‑level Meteor Burst.

The dwarves and city residents stare at the mushroom cloud above, fear evident in their eyes, yet they cannot comprehend what has happened.

Only Lei En understands everything.

That Electric Light Cannon, being far from the battlefield, never fired; its Core Crystal Rod within the Titan Engine remains intact, weighing a full eighty pounds. Its self‑destruct power rivals the Nine‑ring Technique. It was precisely because the cannon was distant and unmanned that he triggered the self‑destruct.

Plamon is blown to pieces, leaving no remains.

It bore multiple layers of magical protection and maintained several trigger‑type spells, but the explosion occurred on its own body; the power was so immense and the radius so vast that none of those safeguards could save it.

Lei En teleports there; where the turret once stood is now a deep pit over ten meters deep, the ground melted into a glassy surface, flowing like lava.

"What's happening?"

Roni also teleports over, still bewildered.

A few more figures appear nearby, all legendary wizards of Weizelan.

"It's Plamon," Lei En scans the area, spots a rune book a few hundred meters away, lifts it telekinetically into his hand, and finds that this epic‑quality rune book is only slightly damaged; its pages' glow is dim but can be restored with a bit of repair.

Roni and the wizards' eyes widen at the sight of the rune book.

"Plamon's rune book!"

A legendary wizard exclaims, "That Holy Soul Lich was blown up?"

Besides the rune book, the wizards also find some shards nearby—remnants of Plamon's robe and magical items—but they're completely destroyed and worthless.

"It will revive soon," Lei En puts away the rune book, feeling a slight headache.

Liches are the most feared, and also the greatest advantage, precisely because they can resurrect. Unless one finds a Soul Box, it is nearly impossible to permanently kill a Lich.

The Weizelan Wizards' smiles instantly faded.

Roni frowned; having already guessed that Lei En could remotely control the Electric Light Cannon, he regretted, "Lei En, you shouldn't have killed Pu La Meng. He'll revive sooner or later, the loss isn't great. It would be better to let him take the Electric Light Cannon; perhaps it can reveal the location of the Floating City."

"Given Pu La Meng's nature, he won't hastily bring the Electric Light Cannon back to the Floating City," Lei En shook his head, though he had already considered it.

Magical sigils, temporal waymarkers, and mental imprints—these remote‑sensing methods are far too common in Ai Lun E Si.

As a Holy Soul Lich, Pu La Meng naturally understands them.

It is highly likely that once it obtains the Electric Light Cannon it will dismantle it, removing any tracking, rather than return to the Floating City immediately. Moreover, to monopolize the cannon's manufacturing method, it might hide the cannon elsewhere, keeping other Liches ignorant of the secret.

Lei En, unwilling to let the Electric Light Cannon fall into enemy hands, simply self‑detonated to kill Pu La Meng outright.

"Likewise."

After serious consideration, Roni had to agree, "You thought this through more thoroughly than I did."

Lei En was about to speak when he suddenly sensed something, produced a magical messenger stone, and a clear yet urgent female voice emerged from within, "Master, the Disaster Legion's Floating City has appeared over Revenge Island, it has already breached Eternal Song City, and urgent aid is needed!"

It was Po La Rui Si's voice.

The magical messenger stone was a single‑use item; when the voice ended, it cracked with a 'snap'.

Everyone present heard it; Lei En, Roni and the Wizards' expressions all changed dramatically, and someone hurriedly asked, "Speaker Lei En, this news can't be true, can it?"

"I'm afraid it is," Lei En replied in a low voice.

Earlier, Reslin entered the Santela Residence, representing the Weizelan Floating City to accede to Countess Li Fu Lin's request; the two parties formed an alliance, and when Revenge Island was assaulted by the undead, Weizelan would intervene to assist.

To elevate Po La Rui Si's standing among the blood elves, Lei En placed her in the middle as liaison.

But the transmission of the news was slow.

The Disaster Legion had already breached Eternal Song City, yet we only just received the report; Po La Rui Si would never intentionally delay, so the problem likely lies not with her but with the blood elves themselves.

The Santela Residence is in Aibolaken, separated from Shield Island by only a strait; even they did not come to deliver a message. Hence either the news from Eternal Song City was blocked, unable to send magical messages, or the Santela Residence itself encountered trouble.

Pu La Meng had just died when the news reached my hands.

From this, it must be that Pu La Meng employed some method on the Santela Residence, trapping the blood elves in Aibolaken.

It had been missing before, now it has gone after the blood elves at the Santela Residence.

As Lei En's thoughts raced, a legendary Wizard asked, "Speakers, what should we do?"

"Immediately rescue Revenge Island," Lei En said without hesitation.

His words barely left his mouth when the Wizards sensed someone teleporting in, their hearts leapt, and they all drew back, ready to strike.

"Stop."

Lei En halted the Wizards' spells, then saw a blood‑elf mage slip out of a void ripple, his face frantic, shouting in Imperial language, "Esteemed Weizelan Wizards, the Disaster Legion has breached Eternal Song City…"

"Ou Ku Le, you need not continue," Lei En cut him off, "We will head to support Eternal Song City at once."

The chief Teleporter of the Santela Residence wore a look of astonishment.

He did not know Lei En, but at a glance recognized him as the leader of these human Wizards, disregarding protocol, he hurriedly said, "Sir, the enemy is launching a massive assault, numbers are overwhelming…"

Lei En nodded, understanding his meaning.

He opened a teleport gate and stepped through, appearing before the highland fortress; a blue light glowed on the back of his left hand, and with a rumble, a towering portal of transparent crystal gradually materialized.

The Phantom Gate takes fifteen seconds to open.

In the sky, two squads of Extreme Warriors descended, stowing their fire dragons in preparation to enter the portal. Sixty Thundercast Celestial Soldiers gathered, joining the battle line. Additionally, the first and second battalions of Gun‑Wing Knights rode bronze steeds, hovering in perfect formation, awaiting departure.

When Roni, Ou Ku Le and the Wizards returned to the fortress, they saw the sky and ground already packed with Transcendent Army.

All waiting for the Phantom Gate to open.

"Speaker Roni," Lei En said while continuously channeling soul energy into the Phantom Gate, "you and Kestajin should hold Getan, guarding against enemy raids; I will leave half of the army under your command."

"Very well." Roni nodded in response.

Ou Ku Le doubted whether these armies could stop the Undead Army, about to speak, when he suddenly saw everyone bowing toward the fortress gate.

"Master."

"GrandSpeaker."

"Honored Ouroin Master."

Respectful titles rose from Lei En and the Wizards, prompting Ou Ku Le to turn his head; two elderly human Wizards emerged from the fortress. Their appearances were similar—white hair, snow‑white beards, tall and upright—though their attire differed.

The one on the left wore a purple‑red magical robe, wielded a dazzling staff taller than himself, his visage very imposing, expression solemn;

The one on the right was clad in a simple white robe, his staff also white wood, a cross‑shaped longsword hung at his waist, his demeanor more gentle.

Ou Ku Le's heart nearly stopped.

The aura of these two senior Wizards made his soul tremble; previously only the clan's Grand Mages evoked such a feeling, and these two were clearly stronger than any Grand Mage!

They are Holy Soul Wizards!

Ou Ku Le, proficient in the Imperial language and familiar with the Oriense Empire, especially intrigued by the Supreme Council, instantly guessed their identities.

The leader of the Weizelan Floating City, one of the Empire's three great heads, Anxiwodasi.

The other is the founder of the combat school, Ouroin Master.

They are all Holy Soul Wizards above Thirty-level!

Ou Ku Le was ecstatic; with two renowned Holy Soul Wizards supporting, the crisis at Eternal Song City could surely be resolved.

Then he saw two more figures enter the fortress: one a robust middle‑aged human over two meters tall, skin shimmering bronze, bare‑fisted, wearing only a loose white robe.

The other, also middle‑aged, wore an ornate flame‑magic robe, both hands adorned with gemstone rings, an enchanted belt at his waist, a bone‑crafted wand in hand, his red hair neatly tied back, clearly a powerful caster.

Both concealed their auras yet still felt unfathomable, seemingly not inferior to the two Holy Soul Wizards.

"Who are they?"

Ou Ku Le felt awe and bewilderment alike.

Not only he, but Roni and the Weizelan Wizards shared the same question.

But Lei En did not wish to explain; he simply nodded toward Elder Sorim and the Ancient Red Dragon, saying, "Gentlemen, please remain in Getan temporarily and await our word."

Suolim nodded slightly, "Fine."

Yuyan, however, was a bit impatient, snorting a burst of fire from his nostrils, which counted as an agreement.

At this moment, the Void Spirit Gate was nearing completion; the massive portal could be activated three times a day, each crossing three hundred li, while Vengeance Island and Shield Island were over fifteen hundred li apart in a straight line, so the remaining distance could only be covered by the legion flying over.

Lei En prepared to have himself and two Holy Soul Wizards rush to Eternal Song City first.

"I'll help you."

Oluoin flashed over, a fine beam of light flickering from his fingertips, as if containing countless mysterious runes, instantly shooting at the Void Spirit Gate and merging into it.

Boom—.

The Void Spirit Gate expanded violently, its transmission distance multiplying several times; the energy vortex inside spun faster, stabilized, became transparent, allowing the opposite scenery to be seen.

It was a vast, vibrant forest, with the faint outline of a magnificent, grand city visible.

Eternal Song City!

Immediately, the sounds of fierce battle rose.

Dark clouds shrouded the sky above, and the breath of death was destroying the forest and the beautiful elven city within it.

"Go."

Anxiwodasi ordered, being the first to step inside, and Oluoin's figure vanished as well.

Lei En followed closely, with Extreme Warrior, Thundercast Celestial Soldier, and the Spearwing Knight Corps filing in one after another, charging into the Void Spirit Gate.

(End of chapter)