Returning From Level 900 Novel - Chapter 139

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Chapter 139: It Was Not Magic, But It Felt Like It

Wang Wen rushed to the night elf stronghold by airship after learning that Archmage Darbus had gone there.

He did not even show up to the small celebration the commander had planned.

That caused the commander to sigh several times. There was always something that great people had in common. They were humble and hardworking.

Even though Wang Wen said, “It is not like you beat him away, so why are you celebrating?”

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None of the adjutants who had previously disliked him came out to contradict him.

“You must be busy,” they said with a smile. Each behaved like a dog.

After all, the person in charge of the trap admitted that all the traps had been completed.

It only took one night to complete five days of work. That ability alone was enough to silence all of the adjutants.

He also possessed the magical ability to kill 100,000 enemy soldiers instantly.

No one dared to offend such a renowned expert.

That kind of expert primarily determined the battle’s outcome.

The commander was overjoyed with the constant good news.

He demanded that the trap be activated immediately.

He also brought all the adjutants with him and flew an airship to the trap site to see how the trap worked.

Wang Wen entered the night elf stronghold.

In the distance, he noticed a dark red mass.

The worried Darbus and the overjoyed Mo Ran stood on the stronghold’s wall.

Their expressions were in stark contrast.

“Why are you so worried?” Mo Ran asked of Darbus.

“There were too many people,” Darbus said. “Why are you so happy?” he asked Mo Ran.

Mo Ran smiled happily after a brief thought. “There are a lot of people!”

Wang Wen boarded the airship. He jumped down and rushed to Darbus’ side before the airship stopped. “The traps are set. Can you please teach me how to make the Magnificent Divine Stone as soon as possible?”

Darbus regarded him with suspicion. “There were so many enemies,” he said, pointing to the endless dark red sea outside. “The enemy should have dispatched them all. How were you going to protect it?”

“Mo Ran!”

Wang Wen drew the lively Mo Ran in and solemnly warned him. “We must rely on you now! Only about 80 points remain. Just rush to a location with more people and disrupt the formation to slow them down!”

Mo Ran chuckled and leaped from the stronghold, heading straight for the crimson sea.

“Hey, you,” Darbus said worriedly.

Wang Wen drew him into the fortress. “Don’t worry. He won’t die. But if you don’t teach me how to make the stones soon, I will die.”

The drone’s speed suddenly increased at that point.

It flew swiftly in the blink of an eye.

It had reached a hundred percent in a matter of seconds.

Wang Wen was stunned, and he turned to face Mo Ran angrily.

Mo Ran, who was outside the stronghold, was equally perplexed.

He looked at himself, then at the deep red sea, which he had not yet touched, and his heart shook.

Did the word of him slaughtering more than 90 giants in one night make its way to the enemy camp?

The people on the other side had recognized him and were terrified.

Mo Ran considered it and concluded that it was possible but that the progress of drone statistics was not reasonable.

How could he be held responsible for the other people’s terror?

He was about to confront the drone.

The mechanical voice then made an emotionless announcement.

“The checkpoint progress is now completed.”

“If you do not enter the next level within five minutes, you will be teleported.”

“Where did the progress come from?” Wang Wen asked the drone.

“Traps.”

“Last night, I tried letting someone use traps to kill the target, and it did not increase progress at all. Was there an error in the statistics?”

“The controller was primarily the target of the hand crossbow. The person who set the traps was the primary target of the automatic traps. The current progress rate is 85.61035 percent.”

Wang Wen was taken aback. “How many mechanisms did you set up last night?” he asked Zhu Xingguo.

Zhu Xingguo was perplexed. “What? I am not sure. Master just told me to be quick.”

Wang Wen was mortified.

“Master, can you teach me how to make the Magnificent Divine Stone in four minutes?” he asked Darbus, who was standing beside him.

Darbus shook his head, perplexed. “Of course not. What’s the matter? Are you in a hurry?”

“F*ck…”

All of his efforts were in vain.

Wang Wen’s eyes were bright red.

In minutes, he boarded the airship and flew to the front of the dark red Sea. He closed his eyes and then reopened them.

Boom!

The ground gave way. The invisible pressure crushed at least thousands of half-human-tall creatures into meat paste.

He closed his eyes once more. It took a little longer this time, about five seconds.

When he reopened them, the dark red sea on the ground shrank by a quarter.

Mo Ran realized he was about to go on a killing spree, and the desire he had been suppressing all night could finally be released in the last few minutes.

He removed his extremely rare Dharma Hand and retrieved a pair of black gloves from the drone.

When he touched his fists together, lightning flashed between them.

He raised his fist in the air and fired countless lightning arcs in every direction. His entire body appeared to have turned into a lightning-formed ball of light, and he fell into a pile of monsters.

The landing point was the focal point.

A lightning zone with a diameter of over a thousand meters between heaven and earth appeared out of thin air.

The electric arcs that filled the sky during the day were accompanied by an intense heat that burned all the animals in a 1,000-meter-wide circle.

The dark red ground mixed with blood had also formed a layer of amber-like crystals.

Mo Ran stood in the circle’s center, his black gloves dangling. That punch killed at least 1,000 enemies.

It was unknown what spell Darbus, who was hiding in the stronghold behind them, had used to pull Zhu Xingguo out of the circle.

He was dumbfounded as he looked at the large piece of scorched earth in front of him, wondering if he could reach that level without using a forbidden spell.

That was the first time the continent’s leaders paid serious attention to the newcomers.

Finally, Mo Ran turned to face Wang Wen, who was flying around in an airship bomber. He was extremely dissatisfied with his outcomes.

He worried that he would not be able to catch up to that lunatic using only his strength.

So he took a set of tools from the drone.

It appeared to be very familiar.

It was something that Zhu Xingguo had received as an apprenticeship gift. It was the Simple Remote-controlled Mini-missile Heat-pressure Warhead.

Boom!

The carrier ignited and advanced, spewing bright and dark flames and a large amount of smoke.

The already high temperature in the area rose once more. Darbus, who was standing outside the circle, was taken aback and took a few steps back. His gaze was blurred as he looked at the colorful cloud summoned by Mo Ran and Rose higher and higher from the ground.

He could not figure it out.

Where did that group of people originate?

What exactly were those seemingly magical but not magical moves?

Darbus’ concerns were doomed to go unanswered.

Mo Ran silently set the missile’s landing point for the densest area behind the enemy as the delivery missile rose into the sky.

Then he gently pressed the big red button on the remote control.

He spat out four words softly.

“Hallelujah!”

As it rushed toward the target location, the missile made a sharp whistling sound. The following was its entire path of movement:

The missile disintegrated and landed behind the dark red sea.

Darbus, the mainland’s top mage, stared at the missile.

It landed with a blinding white light in front of him.

The entire world was deafeningly quiet.

It was as if the wind and air themselves had been absorbed.

The explosion caused by the shock wave and the high heat caused his ears to produce a muffled buzzing sound.

He was dizzy, his legs were weak, he was nauseated, and his eyes were welling up with tears. Nothing was visible to him.

In the distance, near the densest part of the dark red sea.

The air was distorted, and it was impossible to see its exact appearance. When one got closer, one could clearly see the ground. There were black, charred objects everywhere, and no one knew what they were.