Capítulo 24: Chapter 21: If You Can't Beat Them, Shake the Gods

[Warning, energy remaining at just three percent, system will forcibly shut down in fifteen seconds...]

"Deactivate overload mode!" Hearing the prompt in his mind, Lynn said without hesitation.

Last time the AI shut down, it was silent for five whole days. Lynn didn't want to experience that again. The consecutive battles nearly drained ninety percent of his Magic Power.

Yet despite this disparity, a slight smile curled at Lynn's lips because he had already seized the initiative in the battle!

As a taboo in modern warfare, the terror of white phosphorus, besides its all-consuming burn and near-impossible extinguishability, was its dreadful toxicity!

Because of this, he had specifically sent away Bai Ge and Johnny and instructed everyone in the battle to hold their breath to prevent them from dying from poisoning...

However, fighting Anluoke was different. Large-scale [White Phosphorus - Fireball Technique] and [Flame Demon Hand] were all meant to fill this enclosed space with toxic gases.

Close-quarters combat would exhaust Anluoke's Physical Strength, guide the airflow, and force him to inhale the poison gas more intensely!

Soon, it should be about the right time. Even a true human-shaped tyrannosaurus would've struggled to endure until now...

Just as Lynn thought, Anluoke, hiding in his "turtle shell," already sensed the weakness spreading throughout his body, dizziness, blurred vision. The once abundant power seemed to be peeling away bit by bit from his body.

What witchcraft is this?

In an instant, Anluoke thought of the four-ringed Magic known as [Death Harvest], a terrifying Magic that could turn an area into a forbidden zone for the living in just a few seconds.

If the other party were a great Wizard capable of casting four-ringed Magic, he would've already been dead the moment they crossed paths!

It could only be poison!

Anluoke immediately thought of this possibility. For instance, the three-ringed Magic [Poisonous Domain] could produce a large area of yellow-green poisonous mist with very distinct characteristics...

Now it was clearly too late to use Divine Arts to remove the poison. Lynn wouldn't miss the enemy's weakest moment and immediately used all remaining Magic Power!

"[Magic - Bombardment]!"

In an instant, thirty-six [Magic Missiles] floated in mid-air. Lynn even activated the three-second overload mode again, quickly adjusting the trajectories.

Faced with Anluoke's "turtle shell" tactic, Lynn had no intention of engaging head-to-head. Instead, he chose to bypass the nearly invulnerable [Holy Barrier] with the flexibility of [Magic Missiles], attacking a weak point to send this Bishop of the Nordland Territory straight to hell!

After twenty-five years, Anluoke once again felt the taste of death approaching!

At this life-and-death moment, Anluoke became incredibly calm. He had no doubt he would die here today, but before that, he could still do one thing—send this young Wizard, already a three-ringed witchcraft practitioner, to hell!

"Great Lord of the Stars, Moon Goddess, Creator of Earth and Life, your humble servant prays here and offers his feeble body, requesting the projection of the Supreme Lord to descend upon this place..."

Anluoke chanted devoutly, aging a year with every word. His skin started to wrinkle; white hair cascaded from his forehead to the corners of his eyes, and his voice grew deeper and hoarser...

In a daze, it seemed like a holy hymn sounded in the enclosed underground space, gradually overpowering Anluoke's voice. Before long, the entire space shook violently.

"Divine... Descent... Technique?" Lynn's soul almost left his body, and he squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.

After arriving in this otherworld and learning that the church's Priests wielded real Divine Arts, the thing he feared and most didn't want to face was the Divine Descent Technique!

Anything that could be called a god couldn't be overestimated. Even the projection carrying only a tiny fraction of its power would be enough to crush him with a finger!

If you can't win, summon your god... Are these people even human?

Cursing in his heart, Lynn launched the preset [Magic Missiles] without delay. Not daring to check if Anluoke was dead, he immediately jumped into the turbulent underground river behind him without hesitation.

Over thirty [Magic Missiles], following their predetermined trajectories, bypassed the sturdy [Holy Barrier] and struck Anluoke, colliding with a mysterious force.

The successive explosions were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The underground space, which endured countless hardships, began to disintegrate rapidly!

Massive stone blocks weighing tons fell incessantly from the ceiling, hitting the ground and river, bringing with them thick smoke and dust that devoured everything around.

By now, Lynn had already been swept into the raging currents...

As someone who lived most of his life in the dry central region of the Federation, Lynn had no swimming experience. His almost-depleted Magic Power and Physical Strength robbed him of any chance to struggle, leaving him at the mercy of the powerful currents...

Yet, not a trace of worry showed on Lynn's face. His former profession as a data storage clerk in his previous life made him well aware of how someone who couldn't swim could survive in rapids.

First, stay calm; this was the foundation of everything. Then, make full use of the water's buoyancy.

As everyone knows, the human body's density is greater than water, which is why people gradually sink after falling into water.

However, before diving in, Lynn had already taken a deep breath and then relaxed his whole body as much as possible, adjusting his center of gravity, and adopting a supine position to increase the contact area with the water's surface.

This way, as long as he held his breath until reaching a slightly calmer area, he would naturally float to the surface.

Based on this theory, Lynn very calmly assumed the most standard supine posture. Even though his body was sinking slowly, he didn't mind, thinking it was just the current's influence. But as the sinking deepened, anxiety began to creep into his heart.

Could it be that his backstroke posture wasn't standard enough?

"071? What is happening?" Lynn couldn't resist calling out in his mind.

The AI's prompt sounded next.

[According to the "Federal Diving Safety Manual," Article 7, Section 32, beginners should not carry heavy objects when practicing diving, sir...]

Lynn looked down at the steel longsword hanging at his waist and then sank straight to the bottom...

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