Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 300 Fallen Angel
"I know, I know."

Caesar patted her huge dragon head to comfort her. Ita had been so excited that she had been nuzzling her head towards him, and it wasn't pleasant to have such a huge creature rubbing against her like that.

“This is the spirit realm. The inheritance ceremony attracted the attention of higher-dimensional beings, and this attention has drawn us all to the spirit realm,” Caesar explained to her.

But as he spoke, he frowned in confusion.
"But why were you brought in? You weren't even in that area at the time?"

If they were dragged in because of higher-dimensionalism, then why was Ita also involved?
He couldn't figure it out for a moment, but then Ita saw the ceremony scene below.

“Is that Muirna? And what about Yumilia?” she asked.

“The ritual of inheritance is not yet over inside that cocoon,” Caesar said.

Ita also noticed Muirna's difficulty and weakness; the lush green lawn beneath her feet, nurtured by the radiant field, was constantly withering and regrowing.
"She's overdrawing her life force," Ita exclaimed in shock.

“There is no other way. All I can do now is protect her from the dangers from the spirit world. The rest is up to her,” Caesar said in a deep voice.

Ita's enormous golden pupils stared at Muirna's swaying body, and his gaze seemed to have changed.

“I, I’ll be with you, brother, to protect Yumilia and Professor Muirna!” Ita said.

Caesar nodded slightly and placed a hand on her head.

"Take care of yourself. If you encounter any problems, don't try to tough it out. Call me immediately."

"Ok!"

With a loud bang, an explosion suddenly occurred in the distance, and Ita immediately flapped its wings to deal with it.

"Be careful!" Caesar shouted to her again.

Caesar then moved around the area, clearing out any that had slipped through the net.

These spirit creatures seem endless, impossible to kill completely. Even now, after an unknown amount of time, their numbers remain as numerous as the tide. Caesar even suspects that they might split themselves.

Another thing that worries him is the location of the old stone tablet. He can't get rid of it now, and it's like a knot in his heart, as if the other party might appear from an unexpected place at any time.

As he was searching around, he suddenly spotted several human figures on a piece of wreckage below, as if they had appeared there out of nowhere.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Williamson's troops.

"Williamson!"

Caesar landed, and the highly tense Williamson, upon recognizing him, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did you all get pulled into the spirit world?" Caesar asked.

At this moment, Williamson's side only had four people, including himself, but judging from their auras, they were all sorcerers.
Williamson shook his head: "I don't know. We noticed a huge explosion at the research institute, and when the shockwave arrived, we looked up and were already here."

He took out a pocket watch and showed it to Caesar.

"This is a return device that should have pulled us back to the Alliance base after the countdown ended, but it's malfunctioning now and can't work. The teleportation spells we use can only send us to random places."

Caesar took the pocket watch and saw that only a faint flame flickered on the dial.

"The countdown ends once the flame goes out. It should have gone out an hour ago, but it's still in this weak state."

“Perhaps it’s not that the pocket watch is malfunctioning, but rather that there’s a difference in the flow of time between the spirit world and reality,” Caesar said.

"Time difference?" Williamson frowned.

“Ancient texts that record the spirit world mention it, but I’m not 100% certain. I can only offer a possibility.” Caesar handed him the pocket watch.

"In other words, according to real time, the countdown to return has not yet ended. If this is a high-level teleportation spell, it might actually be able to teleport you back."

"This should be the highest level of magical energy technology of the Grand Alliance. When it was being manufactured, it was said that it could achieve travel between different dimensions," Williamson said.

"Then it's up to your luck," Caesar said.
“The situation here is beyond your control.” He pointed to the chaotic battlefield behind him. He could tell that none of the four people, including Williamson, had reached the level of a hero.

"You hide, and I will do my best to protect you until the countdown ends, or until we complete the ritual, then we can rely on divine power to return to reality."

Williamson smiled calmly: "Your Majesty, the Grand Alliance's magical energy technology is now far more powerful than you can imagine."

He tore off a necklace from his chest, and a crimson-orange light enveloped everyone around him. The light coalesced, eventually forming massive, hard, fully covered suits of armor on their bodies.
No, that shouldn't be called armor. It's no exaggeration to say that it's mecha! Although it still looks rough and the outer shell shines with a brass luster, it is already full of the achievements of industrial technology. In just over ten seconds, four brass steam mechas, each nearly ten meters tall, appeared in front of Caesar.

“Give us your orders, Commander,” Williamson’s mech responded in a deep voice.

Suddenly, four of these things appeared. Caesar opened his mouth, and his eyes twitched slightly.

"Protect the ritual site over there, don't let spirit creatures get close, and don't go near that site yourself either, as it is being watched by higher-dimensional divinity." Caesar briefly described the situation.

"Understood!" The jets behind the four brass mechs propelled them upwards at an unexpectedly fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, they joined the battle against the spirit creatures.

Caesar's lips twitched involuntarily.

What knowledge did the Alliance obtain from Grace? How could they even build mechs?
Moreover, judging from their fighting, their strength seemed quite high; they were already capable of tearing apart spirit world creatures with their bare hands.

It's possible that in a few decades, we'll be able to build a complete Gundam.

In short, having more combat power is a good thing, and our own side's combat power has also improved.

With everyone united, the attacks of these spirit creatures seemed to slow down considerably, and their assault was no longer as fierce as before.

It seems like we can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Caesar, panting, looked toward Muirna.

White flowers have already bloomed on the vines, which indicates that the ceremony is about to end.

"Just hang in there a little longer."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when suddenly, he abruptly turned his head in a certain direction in the void, his pupils contracting.
That feeling can't be wrong.

Another unusual aura was approaching them.

A brass mech rapidly ascended, raising the spell grenade on its left arm and blasting the body of a strange insect to pieces. Just as it was about to move on to its next target, crystals suddenly sprouted from the mech's outer shell and spread rapidly throughout the entire body.

The nearly ten-meter-tall mecha was twisted and contorted right before their eyes, crumpled into a lump of scrap metal as if made of paper.
"Jos!" Someone immediately tried to rush forward to rescue their companion, but Williamson immediately flew up and blocked him.

"Don't go there!"

The moment he shouted, the crystallized sphere exploded, turning into fine powder that drifted away in one direction.

At that moment, everyone could see that a colossal object had suddenly appeared out of thin air in that location.

The creature had six pairs of purplish-black wings, even wider than those of an Ita dragon. What was truly terrifying was that rows upon rows of round eyeballs grew from those six pairs of enormous wings. These countless eyeballs constantly rolled around, creating a nauseating and repulsive feeling.

At the center of those linked wings was a structure resembling an armillary sphere, composed of numerous interlocking rings that rotated continuously. Upon seeing this, Caesar immediately recalled the image of the primordial angel from the Bible, which he had seen in his previous life, but this one was far more terrifying and horrifying than that.

"Is it that stone tablet? No, it seems that stone tablet has also been absorbed by that thing." Caesar realized.

That creature carried an indescribable eeriness and horror, as well as a sense of complete unknown fear.

It's like a fallen angel, its form twisted.

Caesar suddenly noticed something and his eyes widened in surprise.

As his wings unfurled, he saw that at the center of the concentric rings was a huge, pale head. Nerves extending from the head permeated the entire ring structure and connected to the six wings.

Although the face on the head had changed drastically, he still remembered it from what Muirna had shown him before.

That is the person for whom the kingdom is willing to pay a huge price to advance, the Judgment Sorcerer Gurich.

But his current appearance is really not what one would expect from a mage who has advanced to the level of a great hero.

And why did he also come to the spirit world? Shouldn't he have been placed in the kingdom's most hidden underground testing ground?
At this moment, Caesar could only speculate that the kingdom's intentions were not merely to advance to the level of a great hero, but rather to have another purpose, which ultimately led to his being pulled into the spirit world.

In any case, the other party is no longer someone you can communicate with; they are an extremely dangerous enemy.

"I don't care what you are, just die!"

Ita flew to a high place and unleashed several dragon clan secret techniques towards the six-winged fallen angel.

Orange-red magical light condensed and was released towards the fallen angel.

"Ita! Stop!"

Caesar shouted and immediately sped toward Ithaca.

The secret attack had reached Gurich, but it vanished in an instant, like a pebble dropped into a vast ocean.

The next moment, the space in front of Ita tore apart, about to split her body in two.

At the critical moment, Caesar rushed forward, grabbed her dragon tail, and dragged her out of the torn area.

"Back off! This isn't a spirit creature!"

(End of this chapter)