Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 297 Stone Tablet
"Our entire squad has been wiped out! We need reinforcements!"

"Communication has been cut off! Find someone to restore it immediately!"

"Watch out on the left! There's a gap in the defense!"

Amidst a hail of bullets and bloody screams, a fierce battle erupted in the outskirts of the capital, with explosions and gunfire echoing everywhere.

No one expected to suffer such a large-scale attack domestically. How did the enemy manage to send in fully armed troops?

The sudden attack inflicted heavy casualties on the mage squad, yet they didn't even know who their attackers were.

Williamson was watching the battle from a distance with binoculars when someone leaned over and passed right next to him.

"Commander, there are 32 minutes left in the return spell countdown. A large number of Kingdom reinforcements have been spotted ahead."

Williamson put down his binoculars and took out a pocket watch from his pocket, but instead of hands, it had a burning, flickering flame.

"Prepare your counter-spell and await my command," he said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

...

Research institute observation station.

The observer looked at the red dots displayed on the screen; these were the list of team members who had just entered the area, with red indicating that contact had been lost.

“In just a few minutes, an entire squad of sorcerers was wiped out…” His hands trembled as he looked at his superior, the lieutenant colonel who had stayed behind at the research institute.

"Lieutenant Colonel... what should we do?"

The research institute has now lost its defenses, and there has been no contact with reinforcements. The strange magical surge beneath the institute continues to intensify. It is possible that not long afterward, not only will the containment of hazardous materials fail, but even the experimental projects within the institute will encounter problems. At that point, the situation will be far more complex than it initially appeared.

The lieutenant colonel, with a calm expression, pondered for a long time before saying, "Let's retreat. This place is beyond our capabilities; there's nothing we can do if we stay here any longer."

“Then, aren’t they deserters?” the observer said, trembling.

"Retreat! Retreat! Who told you you're a deserter!" the lieutenant colonel said angrily. "What other option do we have now but wait for the director to return? Do you want to live and die with the research institute and then get a medal of honor?!"

"I…"

Just then, the door opened, and McLaus, the institute's executive director, rushed in, panting.

"Müllerna, Dean Müllerna just came by! She went to the underground hazardous materials containment area!"

The two people opposite them exchanged a glance, their expressions changing simultaneously: "You're not going to say that the commotion was caused by Dean Muirner, are you?"

Mailaus choked for a moment, then said, "I... I didn't mean that either, but maybe we can try talking to the dean now. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding."

The lieutenant colonel was silent for a moment: "Then, what if, what if it really was the dean who did it?"

The three of them fell silent; it seemed that this matter was beyond their comprehension.

Sixteen levels below ground.

Caesar walked step by step down the narrow corridor, with the corpses and remains of strange creatures lying at his feet. These were attackers created from artifacts that had broken the seals of the surrounding rooms, and he had killed them all after a battle.

However, there is a problem: so far, he has not encountered a single human, and the research institute's guards, who were supposed to stop them, have not yet appeared.

This was clearly not a good sign; something had struck first and taken care of the enemy.

With the command time active, it scans the surrounding enclosed room.
"Not quite right."

He thought to himself. Although there was interference from the magical magnetic field in the underground hazardous materials containment area, it shouldn't have been a problem for someone of his level, but now he was unable to explore the interior of the room.

“Something in this area is blocking the spread of perception.”

He calmed himself and called out softly:
"You two, it's time to get to work."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Illusionary Sea Book and the Fantasy Custom Street jumped out beside him, their pages turning rapidly, and the page switched to The Cuckoo's Call.

A layer of spiritual protection was applied to Caesar, then the image shifted again, this time to King Solomon and the seventy-two demons.

"Can you two sense it? There seems to be an aura here similar to yours," Caesar said.

"Indeed, it seems to be quite a complex thing," Huanhai wrote.

Caesar stopped in his tracks. This was the edge of the protected area of ​​the Formless Heavenly Domain. The area outside this place would be beyond his control.

He stared at the area in front of him for a moment, then turned and walked back.

But in the next moment, a shadow surged towards him from all directions like a tidal wave, and orange crystals grew in every area it passed through.
chapped.

The crystallized ground had spread to his feet. With a slight thud, the crystallization collided with the golden holy light of the Formless Heavenly Domain, as if it had hit a wall and was forcibly isolated outside the domain.

"hiss"

Like the slow release of a steam engine's exhaust vent, crystals grew rapidly in the narrow corridor before breaking off and revealing their internal structure.

It was a smooth, dark red rectangular stone tablet, the top of which almost touched the ceiling, and it was engraved with bright red inscriptions, but it was impossible to make out what was written on it.

This doesn't seem to be a product of the pre-magical era, but rather something manufactured in the modern era.

But one thing is certain: this thing's magical aura is powerful and chaotic. Caesar could sense that it contained countless souls—no, it should be said that countless souls were imprisoned within it.

“Those crystals are its spores. Once they stick to your body, they will be assimilated and then absorbed, just like the souls inside it.”

The fact that the hazardous materials containment area in the basement is so quiet now is probably due to its actions.

The row of bright red inscriptions on the stone tablet flickered, and then a torrent of blood gushed out from the corridor behind it.
Thick, dark red blood surged forth like a tidal wave, crashing against the golden light.

With a whoosh, the Illusionary Sea Scroll flipped open, and a dark shadow loomed behind Caesar, spreading its wide wings to shield him from the surging waves of blood.

Domwing, one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, is a demon resembling a bat.

At the same time, a golden light flashed in Caesar's eyes. He raised his hand and pointed forward, and the Spear of Destruction roared out, breaking through the blood waves. The shockwave shook the walls of both corridors, causing them to split open. With a loud bang, the area at the end of the corridor was bombed and turned into ruins.

The stone tablet opposite him had vanished, and then the ceiling above his head suddenly cracked open. A viscous, bizarre mass, seemingly pieced together from various creatures, roared and crawled toward him. And it wasn't just on that side; behind him on the floor and in the corridor directly in front of him, more of these strange, twisted creatures crawled out of the cracks and approached him, as if trying to use this thing to break through the protection of the Formless Heavenly Domain.

Caesar raised his longsword, the cracked Twilight Blade gleaming faintly, its blade shattering into countless fragments that flew out and tore apart the bodies of the twisted creatures surrounding him.

But the opponent seemed determined to break through his Formless Heavenly Domain. After the summoned creatures were turned into pus, the corridor, which was covered with crystals, suddenly began to shake violently.
This area, located on the sixteenth basement level, was now visibly rotating. The corridor in front of him shortened and then inverted, and a window suddenly appeared where there had been a wall on his left.

The entire basement, like the inside of a Rubik's Cube, was rotated, completely upside down and inverted.

Caesar seemed to understand the power of this stone tablet: the area assimilated by its crystallization would be completely under its control, and it had the ability to create or change anything there.

chapped.

Caesar snorted coldly, stomped his foot and smashed the ground, standing firmly on the ever-changing surface.

"I declare that all those who indulge in wickedness and poison shall be punished!"

(End of this chapter)