Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 249 The Living Spirit in the Sky Ruins

Of the many true names Lin Bo currently possesses, those that can exert the greatest destructive power are "Light" and "Lightning." Other magical metals, such as Mystic Mercury and Feather Scale Star Steel, are far inferior.

However, light and lightning also have drawbacks: they are not easy to carry or store, and they can only exert their power in specific natural environments, such as sunny days or thunderstorms.

There are ways to solve this problem, such as carrying laser emitters and generators, or refining light and lightning into magical materials. Although they don't possess the immense energy of natural sunlight and thunder, they can still provide a temporary solution.

Before embarking on a new dungeon adventure, Lin Bo carefully studied the strategy guides compiled by his predecessors.

The environment in the [Living Archives] is relatively dark, and the hostile units are mostly wraiths and metal constructs. Lightning and lightning damage types are both quite popular.

So after completing the new version of the Mage's Appearance, Lin Bo continued working and spent half an hour modifying and upgrading the Whale Breath Lantern.

He replaced the original metal frame with an insulated stone drum made of ebony, installed a magnetic generator, and finally embedded an enchanted device to bind the generated current into plasma.

Previously, whale oil fuel was used, but it has now been replaced with safer mushroom oil. A pure and clear round crystal is installed on the front of the lampshade. When the azure plasma fills the fire chamber like flowing water, the released cool white electric light shines through the crystal to illuminate the area in front.

Turning the knob on top of the lampshade lowers the crystal window, allowing plasma to flow from the fire chamber for the monks to use.

[Technology passed, equipment produced successfully]

[Please name the equipment and choose whether to leave a message]

Ming Lei Lantern (Purple)
Type: Engineering Product/Enchantment Product

Weight: 1.1 kg
Description: A special lighting tool crafted by players, containing dangerous electric current.

It can be a lamp or a weapon. — Comment from the creator
Lin Bo held the new lantern in his hand, weighed it a couple of times, then clipped it to his belt hook, organized all his weapons and equipment, and logged into the chat interface.

The [Living Library] channel still only has two online players, indicating that this dungeon is relatively unpopular.

He sent a team request to [Frosty Stew Pot].

At this point, the information in the copy invitation changed.

Difficulty: Single (Easy) → Two (Normal)
Completion Rewards: 6000 Disaster Coins, 100,000 Universal Experience, White Quality Drops, Blue Quality Drops, Purple Quality Drops (Low Probability), Universal Skill Books (Medium Probability), Knowledge Fragments (Extremely Low Probability)
Looking at the significantly increased experience points reward, Lin Bo nodded in satisfaction.

[Network notification: Player [Frosty Stew Pot] invites you to join the dungeon campaign [The Living Archives of Sky Ruins] (Normal)]

"agree."

A deep purple vortex of spacetime opened before him, and he stepped into it.

The scenery suddenly changed. Bright and clear sunlight unexpectedly shone on me. All around me was a bright, lush urban ruin, with grass growing in the gaps between the bricks and stones of the road.

Although the air was thin, it was rich in oxygen, and abundant magical energy clamored in the mage's ears.

This is a lost kingdom built in the stratosphere, a cluster of dozens of floating islands of varying sizes. It once had a highly developed civilization, and to this day, those enormous sightseeing airships still float on the surface, their shuttle-like hulls resembling whales.

Lin Bo looked around. The Sky Island beneath his feet was not large, with a surface area of ​​only a few hectares. The main building was the towering Grand Library not far away.

He walked on the road leading to the Great Archives, with a broken wooden biplane behind him. The player is playing the role of an explorer who is piloting the plane to land on Sky Island.

Mechanically constructed metal horses pulled carriages the size of houses across the road. Desiccated skeletons clad in iron armor lay piled up in small mounds, and broken swords and spears stuck in the ground like hundreds of withered, emaciated tombstones.

At this moment, another spacetime vortex opened not far away, and teammate [Frost Soup Stew Pot] jumped out.

Lin Bo looked closely and saw that it was a halfling woman with brownish-red hair braided into pigtails, wearing a pale yellow mage's robe, holding a long, thin wand like a conductor's baton in her hand, and a short sword at her waist.

According to her self-introduction, she was a sorcerer tainted by wild magic. Although a spellcaster, her spells were unreliable, often causing accidents due to uncontrolled surges of wild magic. The Night's Watchman beckoned to his teammate. [Frost Stew Pot] nimbly ran to join her on her short legs.

Lin Bo's halfling teammates almost never wore shoes and moved silently barefoot, quieter than a cat. However, this [Frost Soup Stew Pot] made a lot of noise when he ran, belonging to the clumsy type.

"Hello! Thank you so much!" The teammate, speaking in a fluent online slang, stood up and bowed.

Lin Bo returned the greeting with a pat on his chest.

They walked together toward the Great Archives, chatting as they went. Throughout the journey, the halflings appeared quite tense and serious.

"Watch out, there's an animated armor over there!" she suddenly shouted, pointing her wand at the pile of corpses beside the road.

Five gleaming full-body armor suits stood up as if they were resurrected corpses.

Heavy and sturdy, without the weaknesses of flesh and blood, possessing immense power and agile speed, it also inherits the martial arts and fighting spirit of its wearer in life, making it no problem to be used as an elite monster in low-level dungeons.

Without a word, [Frosty Stew Pot] brandished his wand and chanted in Elvish, "Lightning Bolt!"

A five-foot-wide, branch-shaped bolt of lightning burst forth from the tip of the staff, darting out in an instant and seizing two suits of activated armor. The scorching current pierced the air, exploding with a deafening roar. The iron armor that was hit shattered with a bang, and tiny molten fragments flew like a rain of iron.

The remaining three living armored figures showed no fear. They raised their long-handled axes and saw-bladed halberds, crouched down and charged forward, their footsteps thundering and their joints grinding together with a piercing noise.

Before they could run five steps, a dark, blood-red light tore through the air, transforming into ribbons that bound the iron armor into a cocoon, dragging it in front of Lin Bo.

The mage pressed down on the outer shell of the activated armor, using his sense of touch to feel its internal structure.

The magical energy flowing within the steel speaks in the language of dragons; it is the echo of the warriors' indomitable will. The intense emotions of the dead inspire miracles, pouring magical energy into the armor and giving it another form of life.

The living beings attached to the armor are also a kind of mental structure, but they are very primitive and crude, lacking even basic thinking abilities, and have little value for reference or research.

Lin Bosong stood up, and the mysterious mercury binding the living armor naturally contracted, quietly slicing the steel into snowflakes, which then gathered into a bright red sphere, quietly floating behind his head.

[Frosty Soup Stew Pot] paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

There were no more enemies on the way to the Great Archives, however, as they stepped through the walled gate and into the front courtyard, they immediately encountered the first elite monster in the instance, as well as a player from the Crossnet who was trapped there.

Lin Bo and the halfling stopped in their tracks.

The spacious courtyard before them was covered with blood-stained flags and curtains. These fabrics were still bright red. They floated up and gathered together like a river flowing against the current, forming a giant red silk lion that was two zhang tall. The fine golden tassels turned into swaying mane. The lion opened its mouth and let out a shrill and piercing scream at the two uninvited guests who had stepped into this place.

Standing behind this elite monster, before the towering doors of the Great Archives, was a slender elven swordsman. His face was covered by a smooth paper mask, and his skin was ashen. He drew his rapier from his waist and pointed it at them.

The halfling gasped in surprise. She recognized the player as [Huanji], a level 10 swordsman, but she hadn't expected him to fall here.

"Watch out, watch out, the Red Lion is coming!" [Frosty Stew Pot] said, his voice cracking with tension.

The two-zhang-tall elite monster leaped into the air, as if a house were collapsing. Its body was covered in flowing silk fabric, like muscles bulging. The gathered strength condensed at the tips of its claws, making the gale howl as it stomped down, and smashed straight down on the two people's heads.

"(Mantra) Light."

The bright sky suddenly darkened. The halfling initially thought it was due to the shadow of the giant beast pressing down on him, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the mage beside him holding a ball of clear and transparent golden sunlight, which then extended into a sword several feet long and slashed straight forward, splitting the red lion in two from head to tail.

The blazing flames ignited the silk cloth, and the dismembered elite monster transformed into two balls of flame, scattering to the left and right, turning to ash in an instant.

The elven swordsman, who was striding towards them, suddenly stopped, frozen in place. The golden, sun-like greatsword was now hovering just inches above his head.

(End of this chapter)