Post-Apocalyptic Survival Modpack

Chapter 72: Did he just move?
Something like a 'ban'?
Wang Ji didn't say that this thing actually had an even greater advantage for him.

In fact, he would love for everyone to be unable to use magic, so that he could use his special abilities to mess with people openly and legitimately.

If there were no restrictions and it were purely a matter of strength and stats, Wang Ji would be no match for any high-level opponent; if the opponent was even slightly clever, he would start to have a headache.

However, the highest level spell that can be used now is level six.

If it were an ordinary magic user, they would definitely be in trouble at this point. With similar skill levels and similar levels of awareness, one against many would be certain death. They would never be able to outlast the opponent, and escape would be impossible.

But as for Wang Ji, it's hard to say.

Whether it's called a magician or a sorcerer, these are just his methods or modules, never his main profession.

The reason it's used so often is simply because the current values ​​are high and it's relatively easy to use.

The fact that this system is now restricted is actually an advantage.

They only know this one thing, but Wang Ji is not.

At this moment, Wang Ji just wanted to look up and say: You can all come at me together.

I was speaking too softly before, now I'm going to start shouting.

"If I had known this would happen, I would have taken the capital three days ago..."

But it doesn't matter, it won't have a big impact.

The fall of the empire's last capital city was inevitable.

With the army of the ideal community entering the city, everything was no longer in doubt.

With the maps and markings provided by Giovanni, the purge of various nobles and high-ranking officials went very smoothly.

With the city under lockdown and a thorough, door-to-door search, no one can escape.

Those who resisted were immediately executed with their homes confiscated; a public trial was unnecessary.

Those who choose to surrender rather than resist will have little more to do with it; they'll just live a little longer.

After a while of clearing out the capital, the nobles seemed to realize that the ideal community did not accept any surrender and had no intention of letting any of them go.

The remaining nobles, cursing bitterly, were forced to unite and make a final desperate attempt.

However, it didn't splash much water.

There are very few high-level combatants and ideal community members. There is only Wang Ji, a novice, and Mo Lin, who can barely be considered half a member. Compared with the Empire's current five high-level members, it is indeed inadequate.

But for the lower to mid-range, there's plenty.

Things like knight modification, with the technology completely open and open-source researched, have long been figured out by the graduates of the Alchemy Academy in recent years, and they have begun to improve and mass-produce them.

The powerful servant knights that the nobles painstakingly cultivated were merely ordinary soldiers in the ideal community.

As for trump cards like spell rings, they are standard equipment for every soldier in the legion. These things are produced on a dedicated production line in the Ideal Community and are not rare items.

Resistance is futile.

On this day, the once arrogant and privileged elites, powerful families, and nobles of the capital were all plunged into fear.

The robust network of interests crumbled under the impact of the powerful forces of the new world.

They could only watch as their companions were eliminated one by one, and then it was their turn.

There is no escape, no avoidance.

Many people suddenly realized: the empire was really going to disappear.

Although it hasn't been established for very long.

Wars are often a celebration for the beneficiaries and a source of suffering for the underprivileged.

This time, however, the situation is reversed. No, it's not quite reversed, but this time the beneficiaries are all ordinary people, while the exploiters suffer.

Initially, even though there was some news about the ideal community in the capital, everyone was terrified when the war actually affected their lives.

In any war, there will inevitably be chaos.

At this point, ordinary people are like fish on a chopping board, and their fate depends entirely on those who wield the knives.

Those living in the capital city knew all too well the Imperial Army's style: they were a group of organized, legal bandits. Taking them as a reference, they couldn't help but fear armies from other places.

However, the situation is different.

When the army of the ideal community arrived, not a single person disturbed the civilians. In fact, seeing that the situation in the city was too chaotic, they even formed a special 'rescue team' to help those in need.

They distributed food to the starving, treated the sick in places ravaged by plague, and cleared the ruins that had been left unattended since the last earthquake…

He also took on the role of sheriff, arresting some hooligans and escaped Imperial soldiers who were trying to take advantage of the chaos.

"Is this the army?"

Many people couldn't believe it.

Everything before my eyes was so different from the word 'army' in my memory.

Can such an organization really exist in this world?

some.

The soldiers answered with their actions.

At this moment, the capital city finally got internet access.

In every sense.

On the other side, the palace.

Wang Ji had already flown around the area, leading his men to thoroughly search the palace, leaving no corner untouched, yet he still couldn't find the emperor of this empire.

The main hall was empty and very quiet, with no hidden passages.

In the end, it was the captured former chief of guards who revealed the emperor's whereabouts.

"He went towards the Four Towers of Miracles!"

Good heavens, so that's what they were waiting for.

Wang Ji couldn't help but mutter something to himself.

"It seems I still have no choice but to go and take a look over there."

At this point, the situation in the capital was completely under control. Even if Wang Ji was not there, there would be no trouble. There were many trustworthy commanders quietly organizing and handling everything.

Next…

After weighing his cards, Wang Ji gave some instructions over the communication channel and then flew straight to the Four Towers of Miracles.

No one stopped them along the way, and no one guarded the tower.

As for the five high-ranking officials, they didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him.

The tower's gates, covered in runes, were wide open.

This was the first time Wang Ji had observed the tower so closely.

When Wang Ji saw the tower again, he realized that he had overestimated himself; there were still many patterns on it that he couldn't understand.

However, within the parts that can be understood, some functions that suppress magic can also be deduced.

After a quick glance, Wang Ji took out his pickaxe and dug a couple more times, then discovered that this thing actually had a shield.

It feels like his guardian glass; with this shield, it's impossible to dig through.

"Forget it, it's not the time for research."

Putting away his pickaxe, Wang Ji stepped into the tower.

Surprisingly, the tower was very quiet.

There is only one upward path, and some magical lights that seem to never go out, just enough to illuminate the way.

In Wang Ji's initial expectations, this tower might be some kind of research institution, with many alchemists and sorcerers working inside, or at least doing maintenance work.

But when you actually go inside, you find that there is no one here, and there are no signs of maintenance. The floors and stairs are covered in dust, and there is only a string of footprints extending upwards from the bottom of the tower.

It looks like someone was here not long ago.

If I'm not mistaken, it must be that emperor.

"I have a bad feeling about this..."

Wang Ji raised his head, gazing at the long, winding staircase leading upwards into the darkness, feeling inexplicably uneasy. But he still said the same thing.

Since we're already here, we definitely can't just leave today.

Although the environment inside the tower was dark and the stairs were long, with the enhanced vision of the Endless Abyss Hat, Wang Ji could still see the end of the tower at a glance.

One person had already climbed to the top of the stairs and was panting heavily as he continued running towards somewhere.

Swah——

Pure white wings sprouted from the back of his robe. With a light lift of his foot, Wang Ji took flight, soaring rapidly over the steps and ascending ever higher.

In the blink of an eye, we had reached the top floor.

"what--!"

The emperor cried out, his face filled with fear upon seeing that the newcomer was none of his acquaintances.

"Who are you? Do you know this is a forbidden area, the residence of the Grand Mage of the Imperial Temple? As the master of the Empire, I order you to leave!"

"I'm here to end you."

Wang Ji's expression was indifferent, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He raised his hand to cast a spell to shut up this so-called master of the empire forever.

However, when the shortcut interface appeared, he suddenly discovered that all the spells had turned gray.

All of them, even the most basic and insignificant tricks, could not be performed.

This place is forbidden to practice law.

"Hahahaha, you're dumbfounded! Your power is useless here!"

Seeing Wang Ji in a daze, the emperor couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"That's quite interesting."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ji pulled out his long-unused Mayuling Greatsword and a spirit-treasure-encased silver tree staff.

Staff Core: Shock.

Snapped!
As the staff was swung, an arc of electricity flashed and struck the emperor unexpectedly, causing him to let out a horrible wail.

"Why, why can you still... Don't come any closer!"

He scrambled to his feet and ran along a passage, panting like a mad boar.

"The blood is quite thick."

Wang Ji flapped its wings and immediately gave chase.

One flew, the other ran, and before long, Wang Ji caught up with the emperor in front of him. He slashed down heavily with his sword, the feeling of which was slightly strange. He couldn't tell whether he had cut flesh or pure fat, but it was effective nonetheless.

The heavy blow nearly killed the emperor, sending him flying a great distance and rolling several times on the ground.

At this point, after a chase, the two had arrived at a relatively spacious hall.

At the entrance to the hall, Wang Ji suddenly stopped and did not fly forward any further.

His gaze passed over the ugly emperor on the ground and looked toward the center of the hall.

There was a simple stone chair with an old-fashioned design. Sitting on the chair was a thin old man wearing a very plain gray robe, who was quite inconspicuous.

He looked no different from any other elderly person; he was just sitting there with his eyes closed, as if he were dozing.

But upon closer inspection, one will find that the old man's chest does not rise or fall at all, and his whole body seems to be frozen in place, completely still.

If you said it was a wax figure, probably no one would doubt it.

He was also covered in dust, just like the surrounding floor.

"Ah, ah..."

The emperor howled and crawled towards the chair, using both his hands and feet.

As he crawled, he cried out, "Grandpa Oswald, wake up, wake up! It's me, it's me! My grandfather made a promise to you, you have to protect me!"

pat.

Wang Ji landed on the ground and took a step forward; the sound was particularly clear in the spacious hall.

"Wake up, wake up!"

The emperor grew increasingly panicked and began to shout:
"My beloved Osvid, Archmage of the Imperial Temple, wake up! This country needs you!"

"Please, please open your eyes, please..."

"Speak up! Speak up! Stop playing dead! Someone's trying to kill me!!"

As the king drew closer, the emperor's words and actions became increasingly erratic.

"Move a little bit!!!"

He finally couldn't resist reaching out to touch the old man who hadn't moved at all, grabbing his clothes and shaking him wildly, spitting saliva everywhere.

While swaying, he couldn't help but turn around and stare at Wang Ji.

"He's coming! He's coming!"

The emperor screamed in terror until his voice was hoarse.

But they just weren't willing to put up a fight themselves, still hoping for the silent 'Grand Master' to intervene.

"Don't come over here!"

He leaned back against the stone chair, his face contorted as he yelled. In the process, he accidentally pulled the old man behind him off the chair, causing him to fall straight to the ground with a thud.

"... "

"It's so ugly."

Wang Ji couldn't help but frown.

The disgust for stupidity reached its peak at this moment.

"You deserve to die."

The moment the announcement was made, the emperor before him finally broke down completely and abandoned all thoughts of seeking help.

He pretended to turn around, but suddenly drew a dagger from his waist and charged forward frantically, attempting to launch a sneak attack.

"Even their final struggle and death throes are fought using despicable methods; it's truly..."

"It's completely hopeless."

Snapped!
Time pauses.

Wang Ji gave the emperor no chance, removing all his rings and accessories during the time stop.

Then, he slashed down with his sword.

puff.

The health bar is cleared.

This time it's completely over.

Wang Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

There were still several seconds left before the time stop ended.

Wang Ji couldn't help but turn his head to look at the old man lying on the ground, his feelings complicated.

Is this the Imperial Temple Archmage Osvid?

Seeing is believing, in every sense of the word.

At this moment, time stopped and the old man was also included.

Seeing him fall there so undignifiedly, Wang Ji shook his head.

"Even in this state, they still get ruined by the younger generation, sigh..."

Wang Ji took two steps forward, attempting to help the old man back to his chair, thus concluding the operation.

However, just as he reached out his hand, he was suddenly startled and couldn't help but take a big step back.

Ok?
Something is wrong!
Did he just... move during the time stop?!

(End of this chapter)