Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 1278 - 1276: Blood Moon in the Sky, Judgement Descends
Amon waved his hand, and a group of craftsmen picked up the crystal magic tools from the box and stepped forward, stabbing them into certain parts of the square-faced man’s body.
Strangely enough, each magic tool lit up one after another, not causing any wounds but embedding into the square-faced man’s body.
With each successful embedding, the square-faced man would let out a muffled groan, looking quite pained, as if a scalding iron ball had been shoved down his throat.
When all the magic tools were embedded into his body, the square-faced man fell to one knee on the ground, trembling as if enduring immense pain. Only after a long while did he rise, nodding at Amon, who had a worried expression, and said, "Master Amon, I’ve held on. We can proceed."
"Very well, continue," Amon said.
Immediately, many craftsmen brought out a new box and opened it, revealing thin sheets of metal inside.
The metal sheets seemed to be made of some special alloy, very thin, almost transparent yet very resilient. Most importantly, they were inscribed with dense magic runes, just like the crystal magic tools from before.
The craftsmen applied these metal sheets to the surface of the square-faced man’s body. The crystal magic tools embedded in his body emitted a milky white light through the skin at this moment, creating a special gravitational force that tightly attached the metal sheets, preventing them from falling off.
The magic runes on the metal sheets also lit up, resonating with the crystal magic tools inside, producing powerful energy waves.
One sheet, then another, and yet another...
Over a hundred metal sheets were successively applied to the square-faced man’s body, almost covering every part of it. Countless glowing magic runes generated terrifying energy waves, causing the reinforced floor and walls around to start twisting slightly, affected by the unintentionally dispersed energy.
The craftsmen assisting the square-faced man in applying the metal sheets, along with Amon himself, had to retreat over ten meters away to avoid harm.
The square-faced man was also aware of this abnormal state. With a low growl, the energy waves began to diminish, quickly calming down and returning to normal.
"Can you control it?" Amon asked cautiously from over ten meters away.
"Yes, I can maintain this stable state," the square-faced man replied.
"That’s great, it seems we’ve succeeded." A rare trace of relaxation appeared on Amon’s stern face, but he remained cautious and said, "Then let’s proceed to the final step. Bring the armor."
"Yes," the craftsmen nodded in response, bringing out another new box, which, upon being opened, revealed the assembly parts of a set of armor — chest armor, shoulder armor, protective arms, leg guards — all without exception inscribed with magic runes and all in gold.
Without needing Amon’s further instructions, the craftsmen picked up the pieces of the armor and began assembling them onto the square-faced man’s body. In no time, it was almost a complete set of battle armor.
The reason it was almost complete was because...
"Hmm? Where’s the helmet? Where’s the helmet?" Amon glanced around, frowning as he spoke.
With a swish, everyone present nearly simultaneously turned to look at a young craftsman holding a golden helmet.
The craftsman appeared to be just twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with delicate features and a mane of red hair. Usually full of vigor, at this moment, he was inexplicably curled up into a ball.
The young craftsman cradled the golden helmet and wouldn’t come forward, squatting in place and shivering.
One of the older craftsmen couldn’t bear watching any longer and, without waiting for Amon to speak, called out and reprimanded him first: "Ande, what’s going on! Can’t you see everyone’s waiting for you? Stop dawdling and bring up the helmet quickly."
"No... No way." The young craftsman named Ande shook his head vigorously.
The older craftsman furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice, "Are you insane! If this continues, aren’t you afraid of being fired?"
"Fired?" Hearing this, Ande seemed affected, suddenly looking up with an eerie smile, his eyes wide and bloodshot, staring at the ceiling. It was as if his gaze could penetrate the ceiling and see something in the night sky.
"It’s meaningless, meaningless! We’re all going to die, all going to die! When the Blood Moon hangs in the sky, Judgement descends, and no one here can survive!"
As Ande spoke those final words, the blood-red moonlight shone in through a window in the wall.
This seemed to agitate Ande even further, causing him to laugh maniacally: "Hahaha, hahahaha, we’re all going to die, all going to die!"
During his laughter, Ande’s abdomen rapidly swelled, showing a strong energy reaction, and was on the verge of exploding.
Amon and the other craftsmen couldn’t help but change color. Speaking of which, although they were all wizards and not of low level, they had immersed themselves in research for years or even decades without partaking in battles.
In such a situation, their first reaction, unconsciously synchronized, was to turn and run, after all, they weren’t Richard.
However, just before taking a step to flee, the square-faced man donned in golden armor took action.
Despite his incomplete set of armor, lacking a helmet, while the helmet was needed, it wasn’t crucial enough to significantly affect his performance.
The square-faced man stomped his foot, transforming into a golden streak and crashing into Ande’s body, bursting into a mist of blood, sending Ande flying.
"Bang!"
When Ande fell to the ground and the blood mist dissipated, it was visible that his lower half had vanished, leaving only the upper half, barely hanging on.
The square-faced man stood off to the side, slightly turning his head towards Amon, apologizing, "Master Amon, I acted rashly. I should have consulted you before taking action. But the situation was urgent, so I acted first to harm your subordinate and then offer an explanation."
"It’s alright." Amon, having regained his composure, waved it off generously, evidently a reasonable person, glancing at the half-body-remain of Ande, and coolly said, "It seems this person was a spy, now exposed and deserving death. Your action was justified and saved us."
"Saved?" Ande, barely breathing, weakly spoke in madness, "Wrong, you are all wrong. Killing me won’t change anything. The Blood Moon hangs high, Judgement descends, everyone will die, really, everyone will... die... bang!"
Ande’s words were left unfinished, only half-spoken before his entire head exploded—crushed by Amon.
"Hmph!"
Amon snorted through his nose, retracting his blood-stained shoe, and coldly said, "Nothing but nonsense, truly deserving of death."
With that said, he paused, his brows suddenly raising, sensing something as he looked upwards.
The square-faced man also lifted his head, looking as well.
A second later, the other craftsmen followed suit, lifting their heads.
Outside, everyone among the buildings lifted their heads toward the sky.
Outside the complex, a moment of silence prevailed over the entire area, followed by a massive boom erupting from the center.
"Boom!"
In an instant, an enormous fireball soared into the air, rapidly consuming everything in existence.
"Boom—Boom—Boom—"
The shockwave, mixed with flames, spread in all directions, rising under thermal energy to form a continuously rolling and roiling pillar of fire.
The fire pillar rose hundreds of meters, meeting nighttime cold air and beginning to stall, spreading further outward to form a small mushroom cloud.
Ultimately, the mushroom cloud dissipated, leaving total devastation, without a single body remaining.
All around lay deathly silence.
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