The great Azibald? This is what the thief said in the forest. So is this the name of a performer? It's much easier to track him this way.
"I have debts to settle with him." I said very simple.
"Did he attract your attention? You know, if you get me out, I can give you a new one. It's free!"
"Actually, I am here to let you heal others."
"Really? So, what is it?"
"Enough of you two!" Before returning to the crowd, interject an official word. "Today we will execute the death sentence twice! Marianne, it is the runaway rain now, he has had an arrest warrant for more than ten years!"
Why do people suddenly cheer for my head? I bet that half of these people don’t even know who I am and don’t care who I am!
"Why am I sentenced to death?" I asked calmly, turning my head to the speaker.
"Why? Why?!" the man said angrily. "Because you killed the last mayor of this village!"
""Really? Do you have a mayor?"
"Yes! That person is my father!"
"Is this a bit too dramatic?"
The words of the current mayor are broken down into inexplicable mutations, some of which I can interpret as angry threats or curses. I take this opportunity to stare at Marianne again. She is very young, probably in her twenties. Her deep hair was tied in a way to keep her face and shoulders in her long-sleeved black dress. All in all, she is a very ordinary girl. She does have a special feature, that is, a thick ribbon with a bow tied around her neck.
"Hey!" she whispered, letting us close our eyes. "Take me out of here, I will keep my promise. If you want, I can help your friends"
"Okay. Try to keep a low profile and I will take care of the rest."
I started to walk forward, which surprised Jǐngwei around me. I glared at the man in front, and he started shaking so badly that he almost dropped his spear to the ground. I walked quietly by him and quickly avoided. A big hammer hit my hair, and its momentum continued to attack the Jǐng guard who had just passed by the back of my head. It was a strange and heavy voice, and even I couldn't help shuddering. The guard flew through the air with a bloody spray, hit the wooden floor with a dull bang, and did not move again. The crowd was shocked.
Is it too much to expect them to show no resistance when I try to retrieve my weapons? Once I hope things will go smoothly.
This is much more than I thought. I should leave Lily in the damn forest and let her fend for herself. I'd better get some information to help Violet get out of trouble, or help me out.
That's it. The rìzi I was looking for finally bear fruit. I just hope that what I am looking for is hidden in that little bunker.
There is nothing noteworthy in this area, only some grasslands stretch farther than the eye can see. Of course, there is a randomly placed metal bunker, it is not bigger than a small house, but other than that, there is nothing.
I slowly and cautiously approached the bunker. I have an annoying hunch, why not even a tree grows nearby, and if I take a few steps forward, my instincts will prove to be correct. The ground at the corner of the bunker suddenly erupted, throwing mud into the air. In less than a second, the moment those shiny metal objects popped up on the ground, they began to shine bright white light in my direction.
These mechanical devices, in my short search process, I came across many such devices. Obviously they don't need anyone nearby to come to make them. They seem to feel the movement in a certain way, and once they discover something, they release a certain powerful energy to store inside. They are dangerous creations without thoughts and souls. As far as I know, they are just a bunch of strange metal and copper wires fused together.
My jīng god energy flows into my limbs, and I leave with a strong rhythm. As my speed increased to an incomprehensible level, the beam of light I was busy avoiding seemed to stretch and stretch. After a few seconds, I stood in front of the target and tore it into small pieces of metal with my bare hands. Soon after that, all mechanical objects were turned into scraps, and I was no longer in danger of being beaten and burned.
I believe these metal objects are called "turrets", or just "turrets". They do not contain any magic, which is not surprising when you know where they come from. I don't know all the details of how they work, but obviously, it's just ordinary electricity that makes them move! It's really incredible. They don't have the brains of humans, but they can judge what threats are and take action, or at least partially do so.
These weapons are not native weapons in this land. Three hundred years before I took a nap, I heard that a country in other parts of the world had no mysterious talents at all. Rumors and legends believe that the land of that land is cursed, so anyone who becomes pregnant there, regardless of genetic history, will never be able to cast the curse. This country, whether out of fear or genuine curiosity, is focused on developing their science to an extraordinary level. The interesting side is that even people who use magic like me cannot cast anything on their land, although once we leave, the situation is completely different. Nevertheless, if I threw a fireball onto the territorial line, it would go out and die within a few seconds.
I used to think that magic is the most powerful force in the world, but now, three hundred years have passed, and I am not so sure anymore. Before I launched an attack on this bunker, I did some research on this foreign country, and I was able to learn some very interesting things. Obviously, their land was surrounded by hostile countries, but no country successfully invaded. The strange thing is that all these hostile countries are good at mystical art. I thought it was strange, but after this week, facing those machines and weapons, I began to understand why they worked so hard. I think the only people who can conquer them are the immortals who live at the bottom of the world. Of course, they were a little bit resistant to me, but I was also an all-powerful genius.
I have not left this country, so how come these powerful weapons are here? This seems to be a question no one will ask. The answer is actually very simple. It has a lot to do with the person I am looking for and the person who imprisoned him. The organization behind this bunker is a technologically advanced organization called the Old World. Because they are just a group of curious false prophets, they need some very powerful weapons to destroy magicians and beasts. I'm not particularly fond of the pseudo-prophet brand (after all, this is a stupid thing created by the witch assembly), but this is what they know now. In any case, in the study of mysticism, nothing is more cruel than them.
False prophets are just ordinary people who were born with no connection to magic, but still have an interest in this area, so they created mysterious objects to make them pretend to be wizards or something. Unfortunately, they are a group of tenacious little guys who are dissatisfied with their mysterious items, so they began to experiment with mysterious talents, hoping that one day they can gain their own power. Then their eyes focused on the strain, which brought me back to my current goal.
The person I have been looking for for the past week is called "nervous". Now, these terrifying people possess incredible magic and can single-handedly destroy land and countries. No one knows the reason for their existence, but what we do know is that they used to be a normal person, somehow they gained the ability to use magic, just like the kind that false prophets like to try. They can only use one type of magic, but the energy they release is far superior to a wizard; this power may prove to be very useful.
I stand at the gate that prohibits me from entering the bunker. I tried pushing them, kicking them, I even hit a smooth metal surface, but nothing could open them. Finally, I replenished my limbs with the energy of God, kicked the door again, knocked their hinges clean, and then sent them into the room. A red puddle slowly gathered from under a door, and it was completely flat on the ground. I think some people have no luck in this world.
I walked into the room and found it was empty. There was no sign of anyone, except for the squashed man under the door, the furniture here was only minimal. This can't be true, right? I thoroughly vetted all the sources of information myself, and they all claim that the Old World possesses what I am looking for here!
I paced back and forth in the room, thinking, until I noticed a pool of blood forming an unnatural straight line on the floor. It's cliché to hide everything under the trapdoor, but then again, I hardly noticed it. No more time was wasted, I kicked it and jumped down the hole.
When my feet touched the smooth metal floor, the air was filled with painful whistle sounds. Normal high-tech lights illuminate the road, add a few flashing red lights, and then some distant sounds join in, completing this little circus. I have never been a person hiding in the shadow of Yin or sneaking into undiscovered places, but if I knew there would be such a noise, I might think more clearly.
I walked to the railing on my right and observed the situation. I looked like I was on a sidewalk gradually sloping downwards, and finally disappeared into the darkness below.
Obviously, this place was originally a huge cave, recessed into the ground, whether it is man-made or natural, I can't tell you. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)