Chapter 505
Crisis and the Arrival of Support
Chapter 505 Crisis and the Arrival of Support
Consciousness struggled to rise from the viscous darkness at the bottom.
Hearing was the first thing to recover.
Regular, repetitive thuds could be heard all around, as if a giant hammer was continuously striking the heavy metal dome.
Each shock caused ripples on the surface of consciousness, intensifying a dull ache originating from the depths of the soul.
Next comes bodily sensation.
A cold, hard sensation came from my back; it was the unique temperature and texture of the Black Giant Priest's liquid metal arm.
The body was steadily supported, rising and falling slightly amidst the continuous vibrations.
Finally, there was feedback from the biological clock: the duration of the coma was approximately... seventeen hours and forty-three minutes.
Jemin suddenly opened his eyes.
My vision was a little blurry, and the dizziness from the severe trauma to my soul had not yet subsided.
What he saw first was a flowing expanse of blackness—the tightly packed backs and shoulder armor of the black giant priests.
They formed a near-perfect spherical defensive formation, tightly protecting him in the center.
Through the tiny gaps between the priests' bodies, one could glimpse the frantically flashing lights of various colors outside: blazing white lightning, eerie green spheres of corrosion, and scarlet ripples of disintegration...
Countless boulders, ice spikes, and metal fragments, imbued with physical form, were accelerated to their extreme by the sorcery and crashed outside the defensive perimeter like a storm.
Each impact caused the outermost priest's body to tremble slightly, and the transparent Void Armor field on his body surface to ripple violently, emitting the muffled explosion sound heard earlier.
But the field stubbornly maintained itself, absorbing and converting all energy attacks, and deflecting or repelling physical attacks.
They are like a black metal ball slowly moving in a raging ocean of energy, or rather, a "turtle shell" being subjected to a continuous onslaught.
Because the movement speed is... infuriatingly slow.
Jemin immediately understood his situation.
Unable to penetrate the Guixu Armor's defenses, the enemy resorted to the most cumbersome yet effective method: bombarding and hindering the enemy with continuous sorcery accompanied by massive physical impacts.
Each physical impact causes a momentum shock, forcing the defensive formation to slow down slightly and adjust its center of gravity.
At the same time, the energy aftershocks and debris that burst forth in all directions are continuously interfering with the surrounding elemental environment and spatial structure, making "accelerated movement" or "short-distance spatial jumps" extremely difficult and dangerous.
He endured the excruciating pain in his head and began to observe the current situation.
Outside the defensive perimeter, there were more than fifty shadowy figures dressed in the attire of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation.
These wizards, like circling vultures, constantly hovered on the perimeter, casting spells.
They coordinated perfectly, launching alternating attacks in several waves, maintaining a high level of firepower suppression at all times.
What worried Jemin even more was that these enemies had clearly learned enough "lessons".
When a black giant priest attempts to raise his staff, at least five or six enemy wizards nearby will instantly cease their attacks, retreat rapidly, and simultaneously release large-scale spatial disturbance ripples or smoke barriers.
Enemies from other directions immediately intensified their attacks, forcing the priest to interrupt his spellcasting and prioritize defense.
Once the black giant priests collectively attempt to accelerate their breakout in a certain direction, trying to force their way out using the defenses of the Void Armor, the enemies will quickly close in like maggots clinging to bones.
Use various force field walls, mud spells, spatial stasis and other means to slow down their speed, and then continue to use a storm of attacks to push back the "turtle shell's" momentum.
This is purely a delaying tactic.
They don't need to kill Jemin; they just need to pin him and the guard down here and wait for a more powerful force to arrive.
"Cough cough..." Jemin tried to speak, but it aggravated the injury to his soul. A violent cough made his vision go black and his mouth tasted metallic.
He could clearly feel that his injury was worsening.
The soul tear caused by forcibly activating the grotto-heaven before falling into a coma not only did not improve, but further spread due to the aggravation of the injury.
The feeling that the entire "self" is slowly disintegrating into fragments is becoming increasingly clear.
The ability to wake up was less a recovery and more a forced activation of the "adaptive evolution" brought about by the Body Tempering Method under dire circumstances. The body sensed the extreme danger and instinctively squeezed out its last bit of strength to briefly pull consciousness back from the brink of collapse.
“I have to…move…” Jemin struggled, trying to raise his hand.
My arms felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and every tiny movement was accompanied by excruciating pain as if my soul were being torn apart.
He looked around at the loyal and silent black giant priests.
The glow of the Void Armor on their bodies remained stable, but Jemin knew that the modification spells provided by the artifacts were probably nearing their end.
Jemin closed his eyes, forcibly ignoring the pain that was almost overwhelming his consciousness, and once again sank his mind into the inner world of his body.
This time, he couldn't even maintain a stable internal vision; he could only vaguely perceive the mountain of supplies piled up inside the cave.
Among them are a large number of spare "Guixu Jia Excitation Units" and "Lihuo Extinction Divine Light Charging Boards" packaged in standard energy boxes.
Mobilizing them also requires opening spatial channels and consuming his nearly depleted computing power.
"Ugh!!!" A silent roar echoed from the depths of his soul.
Jemin's temples bulged with veins, and cold sweat instantly soaked his inner lining.
He felt as if his mind had been thrown into a meat grinder, every thought string forcibly stretched taut, as if it would snap at any moment. On his body, fifty extremely unstable spatial vortexes flickered and appeared around the black giant priests, lasting for less than two seconds before violently trembling and closing.
But in those brief two seconds, one hundred standard energy boxes were successfully "spit out" and landed precisely in the hands of each priest.
“Replenish…the witchcraft…” Jemin’s thoughts, like a candle flickering in the wind, were transmitted to the two nearest priest leaders.
The priests immediately understood.
Their movements were swift and orderly, maintaining their defensive formation and movement while quickly grabbing energy boxes and pressing them onto the interfaces of their wrists or chest armor.
The dark golden light of the Guixu Armor solidified at a visible speed, and the dark red gem at the top of the staff was once again filled with a dangerous red light.
But this action also revealed that Jemin had awakened and was still trying to resist.
The enemy's offensive from the outside suddenly became more ferocious and cunning.
At the same time, some malicious mental transmissions began to deliberately penetrate the gaps in the defensive perimeter and enter Jemin's ears, attempting to disrupt his mindset:
"Still struggling? What a tenacious insect!"
"It's no use! You can't escape!"
"Lord Griffin is already on his way! Let's see how long your turtle shells can hold out against his power!"
"Hahaha, just wait to die, you piece of trash from Noren Workshop!"
Griffin?
Judging from what these people are saying, the other party should be a level six wizard.
Jemin's heart sank to the bottom.
His worst fears are coming true.
Once the enemy's level six wizard arrives, even if it's just the most ordinary level six, its attack power is far superior to that of a level five wizard.
Having just fought a level six wizard, Jemin was quite familiar with the performance of Guixu Armor against a level six wizard.
Moreover, the other side is likely to bring more level 5 wizards, completely sealing off all escape routes.
Time is slipping into the abyss every second.
The black giant priests attempted to break through the encirclement several times by force, even enduring attacks and using their bodies to smash through the stagnant force fields.
However, the enemy wizards were too numerous and well-coordinated, always able to quickly fill in and force them back with more and denser attacks.
After several attempts, the movement speed still did not improve at all.
The excruciating pain in his soul and his desperate situation were like two files, repeatedly tormenting Jemin's nerves.
He leaned against the priest's cold arm, his vision began to blur again, and his consciousness, like a deflated balloon, rapidly slipped away.
We had already won... Could it be... that we're really going to die here?
Just moments before consciousness was about to sink into darkness once more...
On his wrist, the rune that had already sent out a distress signal suddenly emitted a clear, regular pulse.
That's... the specific response frequency of the internal communication key of the Norren Workshop!
This means that our reinforcements have received the signal and are approaching!
Almost simultaneously, the relentless attacks from the periphery were momentarily disrupted.
The malicious shouts abruptly ceased, replaced by a restless commotion filled with uncertainty and brief, warning cries:
"Watch out on the east side! High-energy reaction!"
"It's people from Noren Workshop! How did they get here so quickly?!"
"No...that's...Level 6! Two Level 6s!"
"Retreat! Quickly move towards Lord Griffin!"
The suffocating pressure of the attack that had been looming over him suddenly eased.
With his last ounce of strength, Jemin managed to turn his stiff neck and peer through the gaps between the priests' bodies toward the direction from which the energy fluctuations were coming from.
The gray-black dust in the distant sky was violently torn apart, and two figures exuding immense level six pressure rushed into view first.
Behind them followed a small squad of elite level-five wizards, moving swiftly and in perfect formation.
One of the figures was someone that Jemin recognized very well.
Her long, silver-gray hair flew wildly in the turbulent energy flow, and her delicate, doll-like face was devoid of any of its usual elegance or playfulness, only displaying an icy coldness and murderous intent.
She wasn't holding any staff in her hand; she was merely holding it loosely. Yet, the surrounding space rippled with a twisted quality, imbued with "pain."
Viola.
His senior, a level six wizard who took pleasure in the suffering of others but never let him down in crucial moments.
The moment I saw that figure, the last thread of my strength finally snapped.
As the tense will relaxed, the boundless darkness surged up again like a warm tide, engulfing all senses.
Before losing consciousness completely, only a vague thought flashed through Jemin's mind:
"Great job, senior!"
His head tilted limply to one side, and he fell into a deeper coma.
Meanwhile, on the periphery, the enemy wizards, like a school of startled fish, began to retreat in panic the moment Viola and the others appeared.
(End of this chapter)