Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Noticing the slightly confused and suspicious expression on the Queen's face, Roy coughed lightly and gave a brief explanation:

"The working principle of this scale-catching raincoat is very complicated and cannot be explained in a short time. Just know that as long as you wear it as a sorcerer, any ranged attack aimed at you will be automatically redirected to other places and will not hit you."

Will any remote attack be automatically redirected elsewhere?

The Queen was shocked and extracted the key points from Roy's words.

What's the underlying principle? Is it related to wind magic? Or is it some kind of defensive spell?

No, wind magic is a type of magic, and it's considered a ranged attack. According to Roy, it would also be affected and deflected. Defensive spells are even less likely to be affected; defense has a limit, and it's generally applied after the attack has arrived, not deflected directly from its target.

In a sense, this is more similar to spatial Originium Arts. By folding and stretching the space around the clothing to a certain extent, incoming spells, despite flying along their intended trajectory, fail to hit their target. It's like a train being derailed and heading in a different direction.

Even she, the Queen of Letania, had no confidence in casting spells of this caliber. It wasn't just a matter of strength; more importantly, it was the ingenuity of the idea, and how to permanently preserve Originium Arts as a magic array on a simple garment!

This feels similar to the altar spells of the Sarkaz!

But that means...

Born in Kazimierz, Roy, who seemed to know nothing about Originium Arts, is actually a master of spatial Originium Arts!?

The Queen could hardly believe the conclusion in her mind, but all the reasoning was perfect and there was no other possibility. She could not even doubt that the scale-catching raincoat was obtained from somewhere else, because judging from how easily Roy took out the scale-catching raincoat out of thin air, his identity as a master of spatial magic had been confirmed!

This is an unknown space established by the Witch King; there are no outsiders here.

She looked deeply at Roy, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—admiration, sorrow, and even a hint of envy. She opened her mouth, but after a long pause, she finally uttered:

“I’m becoming more and more interested in you. I have a lot of questions I want to ask you after we get out of here.”

"Want to play the quiz game again?" Roy asked with a smile.

The Empress paused slightly, then, as if relieved of some psychological burden, answered readily:

"Of course, I'm always available on the Queen's Voice whenever you want."

After saying that, she put on the thick, dark blue raincoat, smelling the faint sea scent on it, and reached out to press down on the door of the last room with Roy.

"Let's focus on surviving first and then get out of here."

The two of them pushed the door open together.

A terrifying roar suddenly echoed from inside the room.

Without hesitation, the Queen raised her hand, the ring on her finger gleaming brightly. Brilliant spears of light condensed in mid-air, piercing towards the center of the room. Roy clenched his left fist, sword in his right, activating [The Last Knight]. The Great Wilderness Meteor launched him into the air, the rising light leaving a long trail of flame that filled the entire room before bursting out from the terrace. He walked on air, his feet shimmering with iridescent light, and in the blink of an eye, with lightning speed…

He went up and delivered two powerful punches.

"........"

The descendant of the Witch King passed away peacefully.

Volume 1: Chapter 210 To combat natural disasters, I will transform into a natural disaster.

"I said... um..."

Looking at the tower sorcerer pinned to the ground, barely breathing, the Queen's expression suddenly softened with pity.

It wasn't a sudden surge of compassion or sympathy for the enemy. Rather, as a mage who was incredibly confident in and proud of his spells, watching another skilled warlock utterly helpless against a warrior's reckless close-quarters combat, not only having his hood ripped off but also several teeth knocked out, his face swollen and almost grotesquely so, filled me with a deep sense of pity.

Reason told her that Roy must have a reason for doing this. A tower sorcerer who oversees a Witch King's tower might have some dangerous backup plan. Taking him down in one fell swoop, without giving him any time to react, was the best strategy. But her inner emotions made her involuntarily look away, using the opportunity of investigating the internal Originium Arts structure to avoid the pitiful sorcerer's pleading gaze.

"That's enough, let's give him a quick death."

Muttering something to herself, the Queen coughed twice, trying to get Roy's attention. Finding it ineffective, she raised her voice:

"Ahem! Lord Roy?"

Roy stood up, turned around, wiped the crimson blood from his knuckles on the cushion of the throne, and replied in a sunny and cheerful manner:

"They're here, they're here, what's up?"

The Empress noticed the splattered blood on his cheek, swallowed nervously, and even her voice involuntarily softened. Pointing to the pentagram on the wall, she said:

"Here is a map of five towers created with magic. Would you like to come and take a look?"

Roy nodded, straightening his clothes, which had been slightly disheveled in the fight, as he walked towards the wall where the map was hanging. Only then did the Queen finally have a chance to see the pitiful state of the sorcerer, who had been pinned to the ground and subjected to a barrage of Ora Ora attacks by Roy.

The warlock lay supine on the ground, his face swollen and turning a purplish-black. His clothing above the chest had been reduced to mere strips of cloth offering no real coverage. Scattered around him were numerous items that could hardly be called weapons, yet had played a crucial role in the battle—such as a beautifully gilded candlestick, a crystal ball reflecting a distorted, crimson light, a stack of manuscripts inscribed with mysterious magical knowledge, and even several gleaming Victorian gold coins…

The Queen remembered that it was something Roy had thrown before entering the room and unleashing his levitation spell. At the time, it was lightning fast, enveloped in light and trailing a long, fiery tail, almost obscuring its original form. But these few gold coins had pierced through the tower warlock's prized shield, causing him to cough up blood before he could even utter a single word.

Then, Roy landed at the coin's location with lightning speed, almost like a legendary teleportation spell, but the trajectory of his movement was still clearly visible.

【Great Wilderness Starfall】, a signature spell of Roy that appeared in his files. It was yet another Originium Arts technique that was completely incomprehensible, even beyond her comprehension. The Empress was shocked, and her feelings were complex; for the first time, she realized how shallow her understanding and research of spells and Originium was as an Originium mage.

Unbeknownst to her, the gold coin was actually thrown by Roy in place of a sword, serving as an "anchor" to guide the Great Wilderness Starfall to its landing point. Normally, this "anchor" would require a regular weapon as a consumable, but Roy had developed a completely new way to play. That was to use the Furniture City War God effect of the [Chongyue] module to directly transform any item into a weapon, replacing the extravagance of consuming a sword each time.

Of course, due to the limitations of the Furniture City War God, items transformed into weapons will return to normal after ten seconds. Therefore, for long-distance Great Wilderness Meteor Falls, this operation might trigger a bug, causing Roy to get lost due to loss of navigation during flight. However, for short-distance dashes like this, ten seconds is more than enough.

The combination of effects between different modules can often lead to creative possibilities, and Roy believes in this, so he has always put a lot of effort into studying each module.

The Queen closed her eyes, as if in silent mourning for the unfortunate sorcerer who had encountered Roy, then turned her head, her face immediately regaining its gentle and elegant smile, and took the initiative to explain to Roy:

"This map marks the locations of five towers, but two of them have been destroyed. Besides the one we destroyed ourselves, there is another one that was destroyed by the Teutons."

"And based on the contents of that stack of documents that you... used as a weapon, the Witch King's purpose in building these five towers was probably... immortality?"

“Hmm.” Roy agreed with the Queen’s assessment. The locations of the towers on the map formed a pentagram. Even though Roy knew nothing about mysticism and Originium Arts, he knew that this symbol often carried connotations of magic and formations in most regions. The Witch King’s forced relocation of all the residents of Blackforest City to this strange space, and the construction of these five towers corresponding one-to-one with Violet City in reality, must have some ulterior motive. And while the goal of immortality might be somewhat cliché, it was a very convincing reason.

Kings and nobles, wielding power and accumulating wealth, derive their greatest fear from death. Only death is indiscriminate towards everyone, and only death is inevitable and irreversible. The Witch King, who ruled Letania for decades and was arguably the most powerful emperor in Letania's history, would pursue immortality; this is not surprising, but rather excessively normal.

Although Roy knew that the Witch King had undergone an "ascension," he felt that the former king of Letania was hiding some deeper secret, but for the time being, there was no evidence and it was just speculation.

Therefore, those who were carrying out the operation to destroy the tower with them must have been the Teutonic Electors, who were also trapped inside.

I just don't know how much he knows about these towers.

"We don't need to meet up with him. Since we're both doing the same thing, we'll run into each other sooner or later."

Roy offered his suggestion, and the Queen nodded in agreement, reaching out to remove the map from the wall.

This was a valuable legacy from the Witch King, and as one of the new queens of Letania, she had the right to inherit it. Roy had no reason to stop her and even offered a helping hand.

The two of them worked together to remove the map from the wall, and Roy, with his sharp eyes, noticed a line of small writing in Old Letanian script on the back of the map.

"Wait a mininute."

Holding the Queen's arm, Roy took the other end of the map, flipped it over, and slowly unfolded it once more.

The Queen also noticed the writing on the back of the map and, following Roy's movements, slowly translated it word by word.

To combat natural disasters, I will transform into the natural disaster itself.

Roy's expression suddenly froze.

P.S.: I don't update every two days; I update daily. I didn't update on April 14th because it was my birthday, and I went out to celebrate that day and wasn't home.

Volume 1: Chapter 211 The False Heaven

To combat natural disasters, I will transform into the natural disaster itself.

What an arrogant declaration! With the threat posed by the ocean to Terra still unclear, natural disasters were arguably the greatest survival crisis facing the entire land. It was because of these disasters that Terra was forced to develop the technology of mobile cities; it was because of these disasters that the people of Terra possessed Originium energy, a resource that embodies both angels and demons; and it was because of these disasters that Terra was narrowly defined as "this land," with no record even in the oldest texts of what lay beyond the sea.

Throughout history, humanity has never truly fought against natural disasters; they are the true power of nature, and humanity can only choose to accept or flee from them. Even countless charlatans who masquerade as great prophets have attempted to predict the patterns of natural disasters, but without exception, they have only reaped bitter defeat.

And yet, some people on earth actually claim they want to "fight against natural disasters." Such presumptuous behavior deserves to be ridiculed.

But the one who left these words was the Witch King. This made the Queen think deeply about it.

The universally acknowledged King of Wizardry, an ascendant in the human realm, and a great magician who annihilated armies—all these dazzling halos have embellished the image of this brutal emperor, the Witch King. But just as no one can deny his tyranny based on his achievements, no one can deny his unimaginable strength based on his tyranny.

Could he really do it? The Queen thought, half doubtful and half incredulous.

He left this map in this previously undiscovered, mysterious space, and wrote these words after it. Does this mean anything? Is this Originium magic ritual, consisting of five towers left in this mysterious space, a preparation by the Witch King to combat natural disasters?

What he was fighting against was that natural disaster—an ordinary one that had plagued this land for thousands of years without ceasing, or the calamity prophesied in the portrait of the Witch King, a disaster powerful enough to destroy "civilization" itself.

The Queen leaned towards the latter. Since his information about the apocalypse came from the portrait of the Witch King, the Witch King himself must have known this information as well. Perhaps he built this place to fight against the prophetic ending.

A terrifying, tyrannical, yet powerful, unpredictable, and incomprehensible emperor.

Thinking this through, the Queen confirmed that the writing on the back of the map was just ordinary writing, without any other hidden magic. She carefully rolled it up, put it in her dress pocket, and turned to look at Roy. She found that Roy's expression was even more astonished than hers.

Roy also knew about the apocalypse, which made the Queen even more certain of it, and she was even more certain that the apocalypse was most likely not caused by the dark demons, but by a natural disaster.

But what truly sent chills down Roy's spine and made him break out in a cold sweat was not just the Witch King's knowledge of the impending doom. It was this brief passage.

It's so similar, this text is really too similar.

Roy reached into his pocket for the [Disaster Lab ID Card], a collectible he had acquired long ago but had never had the chance or means to use. His expression tightened uncontrollably.

To combat natural disasters, we create them; yet, oh world, we still do not know how to save you.

This is the collectible description for the [Cataclysmic Lab] ID card. A simple, even somewhat ordinary, Terran riddle. Except for the missing final, almost soliloquy-like exclamation, it's nearly identical to the Witch King's handwriting on the back of the map.

If we were to pinpoint the exact differences, there are subtle variations in word choice and sentence structure. For instance, the description states "creating natural disasters," while the Witch King's handwriting reads "I will become a natural disaster." These may seem like two separate statements, but upon closer examination, they essentially convey the same meaning. The only difference is that the person uttering these words has shifted from the creator to the created object.

Now let's look at the effect of this card.

This ID card can open doors to places unknown to most.

When Roy first received the card, his immediate thought was that the "unknown place" it referred to was the ancient human civilization laboratory hidden deep in the ocean, now mostly ruins, in the Water Moon and Deep Blue Tree storyline. Within it were stone tablets recording the research and birth of the Sea Child, and the body of the [Growth] Sea God—the Deep Blue Tree—whose consciousness had died, yet continued to grow through programmed biological instincts, providing nourishment to a large group of creatures.

It was mysterious enough, important enough, and unknown enough, perfectly fitting the description of a "critical juncture." Roy had long believed that obtaining the final Knight Module meant he would one day travel to the ocean to find that ruin. And because he had lost his human body and become a native Kuranta, the module system had given him a crucial ID card, allowing him to enter smoothly.

But upon closer inspection, Roy noticed a detail he had overlooked in the card's description of its effects—"some"!

Ancient human civilizations left behind more than one laboratory, and countless secrets. Now, there's the black crown symbolizing the Demon King—the "Continuity of Civilization"; the sarcophagus of Chernobog, a suspected nuclear-powered home healthcare device that may be the only surviving human individual; the subterranean cathedral of Laterano; the essence of law—a supercomputer whose evolution is unknown, and whether it still uses Windows; and Roy's destination—the Rhodes Island landship.