I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

Chapter 388 The Birth of a God

Nona stared blankly at the spot where the mud monster had disappeared, her little mouth still instinctively repeating the warning words, but her soul was growing fainter and fainter.

In the instant before she disappeared, her eyes regained some clarity. She turned her head to the side and saw Duke, Amber, and Cecil. They were silently watching her, and after noticing her gaze, they nodded slightly to her.

what.

It was only then that Nona realized what was happening.

So I'm already dead.

I really don't want to die...

She sighed, and her body, which was already so faint as to be almost transparent, gradually disappeared.

Duke and his two companions waited until Nona's soul completely dissipated before leaving the small, dark room contaminated by tentacles and mud. The atmosphere among them was somewhat heavy, especially among Duke and Amber, who knew Nona and remained silent.

If they hadn't captured Nona, she probably wouldn't be here, or even better, if Duke hadn't given her the mixed berry cake, she probably would have escaped while they were entering Pandora's Box.

"hateful!"

Duke clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the wall.

“Duke…” Cecil glanced at him hesitantly, then looked at Amber beside him, “Are you two alright?”

"It's nothing." Duke quickly regained his composure—at least outwardly—and the emotional fluctuations on his face vanished instantly. "What we need to do now is find out what happened in the floating city, why that kind of monster appeared in the small dark room where Pandora's Box was kept... By the way, was the star map in the small dark room the same as the one I gave you?"

Duke had retrieved the Star Chart from Amber and put it back in his inventory. In response to Duke's question, both girls nodded and said, "At least within the scope of what we've checked, they're all the same."

“In other words, we can at least be sure that this star map is related to the starry sky of this parallel world... I just don’t know if our world has an identical star map.” Duke pursed his lips and said softly as he thought, “The first thing to do now is to figure out what exactly happened in the floating city and what Ida wants to do.”

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the "Mythical Armor Cecil" that Cecil was carrying on her shoulder. She was still wearing the pure white dress with the Mythical Armor unfolded. Although the dress had long, flowing sleeves, it did not hinder her movements at all, so Cecil did not change it on the spot—it was clear that she liked the style of the dress quite a bit.

However, the state of divine fire activation did not continue, and even the divine fire in the transparent box of the Mythical Armor Cecil was temporarily extinguished.

What Duke saw was not Cecil's new clothes, which combined eroticism and holiness, but rather the video playing on the system interface:

Cecile, clad in full armor, rode a warhorse made of holy light. Her body was soaked in blood, leaving only a red hue. The holy light on the steed was extremely faint, yet it never went out. She charged out of her own ranks and into the vast, seemingly endless enemy army, like a sharp blade cutting through a horde of monsters.

The holy light that had been dimming on the warhorse condensed into its last gleam, and a pair of wings unfolded behind her, then became two pairs, three pairs, four pairs... Riding on the holy light warhorse, Cecil's speed increased, charging through the waves of monsters, and no one could stop her advance or retreat.

However, the city she was protecting was already on the verge of collapse. Although she exerted a terrifying effect in one corner of the war, she could not reverse the overall situation and the near destruction of the floating city.

On this battlefield, space itself is in chaos, riddled with spatial rifts and unstable teleportation fluctuations. Countless spaces overlap, and an explosion or further compression would be a human tragedy. Time is also in chaos. A comrade-in-arms might be a vigorous warrior one moment and a withered, white-haired corpse the next. The perceived time from taking a step to touching the ground might exceed thirty years, while the soul ages and weakens in an instant, becoming incapable of fighting again.

On such a battlefield, even Cecil could not do much.

On the battlefield, she seemed to sense something and turned her head in astonishment to look at the floating city in the sky.

The phantom of the evil god appeared above the floating city. His outstretched arm was wider than the floating city itself. Like a pillar of heaven, the arm crashed down. The already shaky floating city could not withstand this blow... Cecil, who watched this scene, bit his lip until it bled.

Her body began to burn, and in less than a breath, she burned herself to ashes, transforming into a beam of holy light that shot straight into the sky.

The noisy battlefield fell into a momentary silence when the brilliant holy light shone through the sky, pointing directly at the phantom of the evil god from another dimension.

"boom--"

The Holy Light Cross lit up the sky above the battlefield.

The evil god let out a painful wail as the Holy Light Cross pierced his chest, fixing him, who did not exist in reality, in the prime plane. He angrily continued to slap his arm, and the floating city, which was about to crash to the ground, was slammed to the ground with a heavy slap.

Cecil's sacrifice could not prevent the destruction of the floating city.

but……

She delayed until the birth of the gods.

After the Holy Light Cross disappeared from the video feed, Duke saw his own enormous phantom rise from the ruins of the floating city. The divine fire burning fiercely around him made him appear as an inhuman being, impossible to look at directly, or rather...

A god was born.

[Item Name: Mythical Armor - Cecil.]

[Item Description: The wielder of holy light is the sharpest spearhead of the gods, tearing open enemy lines and ripping open the flesh of powerful foe for the gods, offering blood and the blessing of holy light for the birth of the gods.]

[Item Effect: Enters Mythical Armor state upon use, lasting 60 seconds. Limited to the character "Cecil".]

Duke withdrew his gaze, not looking at the video that came with "Mythical Armament: Amber," but slowly exhaling a breath of stale air. If the previous Mythical Armament videos featuring Zi Yuan, Monica, and Xiao Hei could only be considered minor skirmishes, Cecil's "promotional video" for Mythical Armament was already a battlefield that Duke could not even imagine.

Then the problem is coming.

Is this a possibility casually created by the system for a limited-time event, or is it a real future event?

Chapter 389 The Three Powers of the Floating City

It wasn't until Duke and his two companions climbed the stairs and left the underground world that they truly realized something unusual seemed to have happened in the floating city.

The most immediate change will naturally be to the territory of House Pandora.

Eve, the head of the Pandora family, had her bachelor padhouse reduced to ruins, and everything within sight was also in ruins. The air was thick with the stench of gunpowder, blood, and corpses, causing Duke to frown.

This place is so different from the bustling Pandora family territory that was just ten days ago!

It seems that Nona didn't leave the small dark room deep inside the floating city, and stayed there for at least ten days before encountering misfortune. If she had stayed in the underground world, she probably wouldn't have been very safe either.

Duke's guilt eased slightly, but he was even more eager to know what had happened. He turned to Amber and Cecil, who also looked surprised, and said, "Let's wait here for a while."

"What are we waiting for?" Cecil said anxiously. "The Pandora family is in such a state; things will only get worse elsewhere. What are we waiting for? Aren't we going to rescue them?"

“No, we need to figure out what happened in the floating city first.” Duke shook his head. “Acting blindly will not reveal the truth of the matter.”

Amber, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke up. She hadn't been able to keep up with Duke's train of thought, after all, this elven princess wasn't a freak like Anne who could follow or even predict Duke's thought process; in terms of intelligence, she was just an ordinary person. But Amber had a habit of observation, and she kept watching Duke, observing his habits, his personality, and his way of thinking.

Perhaps this kind of observation is not as effective as Anne's morbid tracking, but it is suitable for Amber and allows for a deeper understanding.

Through long-term observation and interaction, Amber was finally able to try to keep up with Duke's line of thought:

Are you waiting for someone who knows the truth to arrive?

Duke looked at his girlfriend with some surprise and gave her a thumbs up: "That's right, I'm waiting for the people in charge of the floating city to arrive."

"Huh?" Guangbao looked at Amber in surprise, then at Duke who looked pleased, and showed a confused expression. "What are you talking about... Amber, shouldn't you be my loyal partner?"

We're both loyal members of the "completely bewildered" group, but I never expected that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually understand Duke's riddle behind my back?!

"What loyal partner? I'm not, don't talk nonsense." The slutty elf rolled her eyes, it was hard to tell where her thoughts had wandered off to again. "Sister Cecil, do you really not understand? You just unleashed a Holy Light Cross, everyone in the entire floating city could see it... So, after seeing this attack that only a legendary could unleash, what will the lucky big shots in the city do?"

"Of course we're here to see who this powerful figure is. If they're the enemy, we'll strike first; if they're friends, we'll try to win them over. Ten days isn't enough to throw the floating city into chaos, no matter how insurmountable the disaster may seem." Duke clapped his hands, looked in a certain direction, and casually said, "Girls, be on your guard and prepare for battle, lest we be ambushed. The people coming here might not even think we're allies."

Duke looked in the direction of the Sheriff's Headquarters. He had been stood up by Zi Yuan for ten days and didn't know if she was in a stable mood. But if he had to meet with the leaders of the three major forces in the floating city, he hoped to see Zi Yuan first. After all, he still had a Mythical Armor, Zi Yuan, in his hands. If he handed the Mythical Armor, which could ignite divine fire, to the quasi-legendary Zi Yuan, he could immediately create a legendary-level combat force.

If Duke's guess is correct, the floating city needs as much combat power as possible, especially legendary and god-level combat power, because... the precious peace and order may soon be unable to hold on.

Unfortunately, the first person to arrive was not Ziyuan, but someone that Duke and Cecil were very familiar with.

"Boom-"

With a heavy stomp, the first person to arrive stepped behind Duke and the others. The moment he arrived, he didn't hesitate to make a move, his clenched fist smashing towards Duke from behind. But before he could hit his target, Cecil, who was next to Duke, twisted his waist, raised his hand to block the punch, and casually kicked out, stepping on Duke's abdomen and sending the man flying.

"This Norton is not as good as Norton."

Cecil retracted his kick and shook his head regretfully.

Indeed, the first to arrive was Norton Cavendish, the head of the Cavendish family. His fighting style was exactly the same as the Norton that Duke and the others knew. Judging from the fact that he attacked immediately after arriving, his personality was probably similar to that of the other Norton, except that he was much weaker than Norton in various aspects.

“Norton of our world is a legend for many years, while this guy has only just touched the threshold of legend. It’s normal that he can’t last a single round against you.” Duke found an excuse for Norton, then looked at the others who had arrived, “Old sir, is there no need to hide anymore?”

Actually, there were others who arrived before Norton, but they didn't show themselves before Norton made his move. Now that Duke had directly pointed it out, he sighed helplessly, "Sir, how did you find me?"

“You have magical energy emanating from you, which is quite noticeable in this floating city.”

Duke showed no outward emotion, but he was actually slightly surprised when he saw the newcomer's face—he was the president of the Ancient Magic Empire Research Association.

"So you are a spellcaster?" The white-haired guild master frowned, but quickly relaxed his brow. "It's alright. Under the current circumstances, the floating city should not maintain its original policies. Hello, I am the guild master of the floating city council."

So you're still the president? You don't even need to change your title...?

Duke's lips twitched slightly.

As the council president appeared, others arrived one after another.

Two heads of the four great families arrived. One was Norton, who had been knocked over by Cecil, and the other was not Eve, whom they already knew, but Rose Gawain, the head of the Gauss family. Compared to Rose, the Thunder Witch whom Duke knew, this Rose, who was not a spellcaster, looked much older, about the same age as the council president standing next to her. However, they could still see some resemblance to the Thunder Witch from her aggressive demeanor.

The sheriffs who arrived were Zi Yuan and another woman Duke didn't recognize, possibly a retired senior sheriff.

The parliament speaker went to the scene in person, without bringing anyone else with him.

Besides the forces of the three floating cities... there was also a familiar "person" present at the scene.

"Meow." Little Black suddenly popped out from the ground beside Duke's feet, leaped onto Duke's shoulder, rubbed against him affectionately, and then said with a hint of reproach, "I thought you guys didn't want me anymore, meow!"

"How could that be?" Duke casually rubbed its head, then looked around the scene. "Miss Ziyuan knows our identities... So, could you tell us what has happened in the floating city over the past ten days?"

"Has the connection between the floating city and the other dimension suddenly and suddenly exploded?"

Chapter 390 The Magician's Best Helper is the Stallion on Site

"Has the connection between the floating city and the other dimension suddenly and suddenly exploded?"

The connection between the floating city in this parallel world and the other dimensions is far more profound and complex than that between the floating city from which Duke and his companions came. In the floating city of Duke and his companions, the connection between the other dimensions was controlled to an acceptable level. Not only were there few crown-level other dimensions that could directly affect the floating city, but even most of the controllable other dimension gates were opened as witch games for adventurers from all over the continent to try and break through, and then the connections were severed one by one.

It can be said that Carol's approach is far superior to the half-baked utilization of this floating city. The vast majority of witch games are under control, and even if a crown-level witch game occasionally appears, elite adventurers like Duke will be organized to nip it in the bud. Only a small number of witch games are utilized (such as the turtle soup game in the Tower of Babel).

So how did the three powers in this floating city, with their separation of powers, operate? They each possessed a considerable number of "world rules," treating them as their trump cards and weapons—you should know that, according to the scoring standards Duke knew, these witch games that overflowed with "world rules" were all top-tier existences!

Because of these "world rules" that overflow and are exploited by the locals, the spatial barriers of the parallel world's floating city are far more fragile than those of Duke and his companions' floating city. Duke realized something was wrong after learning of the frequent presence of these "world rules" in this world.

Now, Duke has gained the approval of the "big shots" present. The old man, the council president, nodded, seemingly acknowledging Duke's statement, while the others more or less turned their gaze away, none daring to refute Duke's words.

Therefore, he couldn't understand it at all.

"Seriously, why do you reject spellcasters, even driving them all out of the Floating City? Do you really have spellcasters who are immersed in mystery and the unknown every day and know how to do research? Although they cause trouble every day, they also know how to clean up their messes." Duke rolled his eyes and complained to the bigwigs present: "If the Floating City were a city ruled by spellcasters, it wouldn't be in this situation now."

"Hmph, as if you've ever seen a floating city like this." Norton walked up to them, his face pale. He glanced at Cecil with some amazement, then snorted coldly, "All you do is spout this useless nonsense."

"I'm not just making this up; I have evidence." Duke glanced at him but didn't explain his identity. Instead, he reached out and gently rubbed the little black dog on his shoulder a few times, then picked it up and placed it on his head, causing the dog to yawn lazily. "However, shouldn't you be the ones explaining the situation to us now?"

"Huh?" Norton's eyes widened. Although he had just been instantly defeated by Cecil, he wasn't about to admit defeat or show weakness. "Why should I? To be honest, what right do you have to say that?!"

Duke did not directly answer Norton's question, but instead casually picked up an item from his inventory. It looked like a small, exquisite short bow, and was entirely black. If you stared at it for a while, you would realize that it was constantly spreading outward and melting into shadows.

In front of all the bigwigs in the floating city, Duke handed the small short bow in his hand to Little Black, who was dozing on his head. Little Black looked at the short bow curiously, tilted its head, and meowed a few times: "Meow? Meow?"