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Chapter 273 Sacrificing Civilians? Hidden Warehouse and Individual Nuclear Weapon! (Please Subscribe)

Pangula Fortress, the luxurious lounge for nobles.

"Yes, I understand, we will! Elder Malzahar, we will definitely speed things up!"

Rice held the old-fashioned hand-cranked telephone receiver, trying to maintain a respectful tone, but his furrowed brow betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Yes, I know they're in trouble right now, but the clan chief and the elite main force are all away, and the top combat forces and strategic troops from other clans have been drawn away to guard key locations! We just need to stall for a little longer—yes, just a little longer!"

A stern voice seemed to be urging them on again from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, rest assured! The glory of our ancestors will surely shine upon this land once more!"

哢哒.

Rice slammed the receiver back into place, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

His face was so dark it looked like it could drip water. He pulled out a pipe from his pocket and, with trembling hands, tried several times to light it.

Under the dim light of the Philosopher's Stone lamp, the swirling smoke obscured his ever-changing face.

He leaned against the cold stone wall, taking deep drags on his tobacco, seemingly trying to numb his tense nerves with nicotine.

a long time.

"Aaaaaah!"

Rice suddenly let out a suppressed roar, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed the decorative rune warhammer hanging on the wall, and began to frantically destroy the expensive tables and chairs in the room!

Wood chips and stones flew everywhere, making a constant crackling sound.

"Who is it! Who on earth is it?!"

"Damn traitors! Weren't they all caught? Weren't they all killed? Why are there still some left! Why can't they be completely wiped out!"

He was like an enraged bull, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Those who knew about it had already been wiped out by him and his like-minded loyalists, so why was the plan still leaked at the most crucial moment?

Has Gezur appeared to us?

Thinking of this, Rice felt a surge of anger.

Is Gaizul still on his sealed homeworld? How can he manifest himself?

They're all insects!

Damn insects!

If it weren't for those insects, my people would have already regained their glory!

Rice's crimson eyes shone even brighter, and an endless longing rose within him.

He wanted to kill, to wipe out all the insects that hindered the tribe from returning to greatness, to kill those bloated parasites who claimed to protect the weak but exploited them the most!

The weak should not live!

"Knock knock knock".

A dull knock sounded at the door, followed by a guard's tense voice: "Elder Rice!"

"I'm fine!"

Rice was startled, and he roared gruffly, throwing his warhammer to the ground with a heavy thud.

He straightened his disheveled robes, took a deep breath, and pulled open the heavy iron door.

Besides the guards, his adjutant Naru also stood at the entrance, his expression solemn.

After gesturing for the guards to leave, Rais spoke first, before Naru could even speak: "Elder Malzahar has contacted me. We need to expedite the blood sacrifice."

Naru frowned. "Elder, you know we've been severely lacking in offerings lately, and the fortress's reserves of magic stones for weapons are almost depleted. Unless—"

He stopped halfway through his sentence, his eyes revealing a hint of hesitation and madness.

Rice stared intently at him: "Unless what? Things have come to this point, what can't be said!"

Naru lowered his voice and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Unless—those weaklings living near the fortress dedicate their strength to the great cause of our ancestors!"

"What did you say?" Rice's voice suddenly rose, unable to believe his ears.

To make one's own clansmen serve as sacrifices?

The image of the dozens of dwarven cave villages surrounding Panguler Fortress instantly flashed into his mind.

There probably lived tens of thousands of people of the same clan there. Although most of them were not warriors, but ordinary miners, blacksmiths, farmers, and herders, they were all living, breathing members of the clan—the weak!

Yes, the weak!

The weak do not deserve to live.

Are only the strong and the brave worthy of breathing air?!

The muscles on his face twitched, a mixture of hesitation, reluctance, and struggle.

Seeing this, Naru stepped forward, his voice seductive: "Elder, those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles! Think about it, as long as we succeed and welcome the arrival of our home planet, we will all gain eternal life and unparalleled glory! They are merely enjoying this glory ahead of time!"

"Senior citizens?"

Naru's voice, like the whispers of a devil, hovered in Rais's ears.

Rice clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

Yes, we've come this far. Your Majesty, the leaders have already paid such a high price to welcome the return of our people's glory. How can we stop here?

"At this moment—we must not show any weakness!" Rice finally made up his mind, his voice hoarse and cold. "Their sacrifice is worthwhile, my compatriots—no, the weak will understand us! They will be proud of their sacrifice!"

A resolute madness flashed in his eyes.

"Pass on my command! All—no, spare the children, those who can still grow up! All the rest, the old, the weak, the young, and the strong, shall be thrown into the great blood sacrifice! We must take advantage of this year's massive celestial convergence, when spacetime energy is at its most abundant, to completely tear apart that damned evil god's restriction!"

"Yes!" Naru's eyes gleamed with fanaticism, and he straightened his chest abruptly.

The Mithril Clan once had an incredibly glorious past, but that is now just a thing of the past, buried in the dust of history books.

In today's kingdom, divine and royal power are intertwined, the kingdom is becoming increasingly ignorant, and the people are becoming increasingly unaware.

Once upon a time, a single dwarf clan could produce a super master craftsman, capable of making or breaking up a civilization; now, they have become nothing more than a bunch of wretched creatures.

They have completely abandoned the technology that their ancestors were so proud of, a technology comparable to the power of God.

Rice believed that everything he did was to make the dwarves great again.

What is the price?

They were nothing more than tens of thousands of weak clansmen who only knew how to waste food!

Using a mere one-twentieth of his clan to secure the future of the entire tribe—Rice felt this was a bargain!

The order was quickly issued to every soldier squad.

The adjutant, Naru, ultimately decided to personally take charge of mobilizing the soldiers.

He stood on a blood-soaked platform, with a large number of weaklings who had died after losing duels behind him.

The dwarven warriors, their bloodshot eyes gleaming, slaughtered the weak amidst cheers and curses.

Facing a group of fully armed soldiers, his eyes gleamed with a crimson fanaticism.

Behind them, the crimson energy in the spacetime rift had begun to rage violently, and the overflowing energy excited all the intelligent life present.

That was the excitement before the slaughter!

"My lords, this is a great honor! Let our clansmen become the first cornerstone to welcome our mother planet, to welcome the great ancestral god, the great prophet, the great war god, the great death god, and the great god of forging!"

"For the glory of our ancestors!"

The warriors raised their warhammers high and roared deafeningly.

Some time later, in the area closest to Pangolier Fortress, there was a dwarf village called "Silver Iron." The dwarfs' dwellings were carved into the deep mountains, and smoke rose from their chimneys.

This is a village of dwarfs skilled in farming, with a population of less than a thousand.

The arrival of a troop of fortress guards shattered the tranquility of the village.

"The elder has given the order! Everyone, pack your belongings immediately and head to Pangule Fortress for refuge!" Captain Baron, the leader, spoke in a loud and clear voice.

Old man Panglagu, who was sweating profusely in the blacksmith's shop repairing hand-operated planting tools, stopped his work. He came out carrying a hammer, his white beard covered in soot: "What's all the noise about! You little brat, is the mountain going to collapse?"

Upon seeing the old man, Baron immediately put on a smiling face: "Uncle Panglagu, look at what you're saying! It's the elder's order. Recently, the celestial bodies have been converging, and the energy fluctuations have been intense. Even the divine artifacts have issued warnings! The elder is worried about everyone's safety, so he wants us all to stay in the fortress for a few days. Food and lodging will be provided for the next few days!"

The village's dwarfs gathered around, discussing the matter animatedly.

A dwarf woman holding a child asked worriedly, "Are you going even with the child? The fortress is so chaotic, won't it be unsafe?"

"Don't worry!" Baron assured him, patting his chest. "My own nephew works in the fortress! Would I lie to you? Just think of it as a holiday, it'll be fun!"

"That's right, the ale in the fortress is much stronger than the one in our village!" another guard chimed in.

The doubts among the crowd were gradually dispelled.

"Hmph, food and lodging included?" Old Man Panglagu tapped the ground with his hammer. "If they dare to water off the liquor, I'll twist your head off and use it as a football!"

"Hahaha, just you wait and see!"

Amidst laughter, the tense atmosphere dissipated.

The dwarves went home to pack their things, their faces even showing a hint of excitement at going to the market.

Unbeknownst to them, behind this bustling scene lay a long-sharpened butcher's knife.

Before leaving, Ponlagu returned alone to the dimly lit stone house. He pulled out a yellowed parchment from the bottom of a chest and, by the light of the magic lamp, painstakingly wrote on it with a charcoal pencil.

"To my son, Karl"

"The celestial bodies have recently aligned, and things are becoming increasingly turbulent outside. I left this letter in case you suddenly returned from the kingdom and couldn't find us!"

"We're going to Pangule Fortress to lay low for now, on Elder Rice's orders. The tools and weapons from home are all in their usual places, and there are still several hundred pounds of smoked meat in the cellar. If you come and can't find anything to eat, remember to eat. And don't forget to feed your Gru beast, whose temper is even worse than yours."

After finishing writing, he carefully folded the letter and placed it in the usual spot by the window.

That was the place he and his friends had agreed to meet!

Outside, the urging voices of the clansmen could already be heard.

Along the mountain path, the dwarves formed a long procession, chatting and laughing, some even singing ancient songs. Filled with hope for the future, they joyfully marched towards the magnificent fortress, towards the so-called sanctuary.

They sing praises of the elders' kindness, unaware that they themselves are already lambs to the slaughter on the altar.

Panguler Fortress was the first to mobilize its guards and begin "inviting other dwarves into the sealed fortress."

Besides here, some corrupted warriors who firmly believed that the glory and future of the Mithril Clan lay in Pangula Fortress also did not hesitate to bewitch some of the old and weak members of the dwarven clans, leading them to the forbidden area to help them break the seal and allow the spirits of their ancestors to come from another world.

The once tranquil harbor, which had been thrown into chaos by Lin Li's antics, gradually calmed down as dawn broke, but new problems began to emerge.

People are restless!

In the dwarven kingdom, the Mithril clan is very powerful, and their army is also quite large. However, this world is inherently unstable, and they have been constantly at war, resulting in a high mortality rate and immense pressure to defend themselves.

When the celestial bodies converged, multiple groups of troops, along with other large armies, were mobilized to clear away any celestial convergence issues in the vicinity.

Although Tranquil Harbor is their main port city, this third largest port city has a peak military strength of 20,000 men.

The port, which has been at peace for many years, now has a garrison of only 5000 troops due to losses incurred decades ago.

Of these, more than 5000 people were originally stationed in the military fortress built against the mountain, while in the entire Tranquil Harbor area, there was a violent department of about 1000 people, consisting of sheriffs, patrol teams, tax collectors, prison guards, etc., which formed the ruling core of Tranquil Harbor, a place with a permanent population of more than 10.

Due to the frequent celestial convergence issues, two thousand soldiers stationed at the fortress were directly transferred away. Previously, Lin Li had carried out several massacres, almost wiping out all the mobile forces at the military base next to Tranquil Harbor.

This has resulted in a shortage of personnel in the tranquil harbor area to handle the riots and clean up the mess.

After Lin Li used the portal to return to the town and killed many sheriffs who were trying to destroy the magic megaphone and disrupt the release of its bewitching words, more than 100,000 residents of the port town heard Lin Li's bold words in the latter half of the night.

It wasn't until nearly dawn that the dwarves sent a force of 200 men, who were led out of the base by the sheriffs, and only then were the loudspeakers destroyed.

For such a long time, those who had always felt that there was something wrong with the Mithril Clan had long since used precious magical communication devices or released various communication birds they had trained to bring the message back to their respective clan headquarters.

The Mithril Clan is definitely in for a lot of trouble in the future.

Lin Li, who caused enough commotion, not only gathered evidence but also took advantage of the dwarven forces' shortage of manpower to sneak into the dwarven fortress along with the troops that had requested reinforcements!

"The core of Laplace's demon theory lies within the clan's upper echelons. It seems that long-term power and various desires corrupted them with spacetime energy, gradually altering the dwarven leadership's original intentions! This then spread to the entire force stationed at Panguler Fortress!"

"The common people of the dwarven clans in this world live in extreme poverty, but at least it's better than the Warhammer cesspool. Without utterly hopeless circumstances, there aren't many who believe in higher-dimensional evil."

"Perhaps the dwarves possess many solutions for dealing with these high-dimensional infections, but unfortunately, they are not human!"

If it were a human, Lin Li might have been even busier.

Dwarfs, huh?

When the final offensive begins, let him be in charge of hacking and slashing!

Anyway, it belongs to our ancestor Gaizurgan!

Whether the others are innocent or not, let the pioneering team carefully investigate and distinguish.

At most, he would simply change his appearance and become the ancestor of the dwarves, assigning them to cooperate with humans.

The dwarven leadership has many problems, making it difficult for them to change their ruling structure and various organizational structures.

Starting from the grassroots level of the dwarves is definitely the right approach.

It should be noted that dwarves have considerable value.

No matter what, the dwarves' ancestors were once wealthy, and they had many skilled craftsmen who could help humans quickly integrate into the special energy system of this world.

Previously, Lin Li used heavy artillery to bombard the dwarf warriors, easily annihilating them with a single bombardment.

But it's not that dwarves are weaklings; it's just that humans use different attack methods than the combat methods used in this world.

Moreover, the weapon damage of the pioneering team is already severely excessive.

It's not like they all have Iron Man-level high-tech shock absorption. Those rune armors that are less than four millimeters thick actually only deformed and didn't tear when faced with the bombardment of 155mm heavy cannons and even more powerful shells.

Dwarves could not be killed unless they were in the center of the explosion; the armor actually provided significant protection for the wearers.

Those weak points in the armor are where the protectors inside can be easily torn apart!

These powerful runic armors are enough to demonstrate the advanced and commendable forging techniques of the dwarves, who had been technologically backward for many years.

Besides this, the large mechanical rune armor and their bulky but very durable aircraft that were discovered earlier made Lin Li feel that the dwarves had many merits.

"Many dwarves in the Mithril Clan can still be saved! Unfortunately, those dwarves staying in Pangulet Fortress are probably rotten to the core."

Thinking back on the night he spent gathering intelligence in Tranquil Harbor, he realized he had indeed discovered a lot of conversations among civilians. Lin Li suppressed his thoughts and completely merged his dwarf projection into the shadows deep within the military fortress.

The convergence of the heavens had already drawn away a large number of troops from Tranquil Harbor, and the addition of numerous reinforcements sent by Lin Li to hunt down dwarves further weakened the already desolate military fortress, creating a huge gap in its defenses.

The once formidable defenses can now only be maintained by fixed traps and a few tireless patrols.

This situation was like a stage tailor-made for Lin Li.

He evaded a patrol and then, like a ghost, moved through the complex tunnels and massive metal structures without disturbing a single dwarf.

After a while, he suddenly stopped in a relatively open area.

In the distance, eight bulky, black propeller planes were parked quietly.

The deep runes on the fuselage are rugged and direct, completely disregarding aerodynamics, and full of the violent aesthetics unique to dwarves.

"Ha, the dwarfs' airport and fuel depot have finally been found."

Lin Li grinned, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He did not act immediately, but instead, like the most patient hunter, quietly observed the patrol's route and the intervals between shifts.

A few minutes later, he seized the fleeting opportunity, and in a flash, he appeared below a clunky, outdated-looking plane.

He skillfully took out several inconspicuous magnetic explosives and quickly placed them on the critical structures of the aircraft and the fuel pipes next to it.

In the upcoming battle for Pomgrelle Fortress, these seemingly cumbersome and target-like aircraft will undoubtedly become an important air support force for the dwarven defenders.

Although we know the pioneering team will definitely consider deploying an anti-aircraft fire network.

But what if these things were used to transport supplies, or to transport high-ranking dwarves to other places to escape?

We must nip it in the bud!

Besides airplanes, there are also a large number of dwarf airships deployed here!

Thanks to the pioneering team for obtaining the specially made high explosives, which can be timed or remotely detonated, they are an excellent choice.

Next came the aircraft's ammunition depots and fuel depots—wherever he went, he was like a diligent worker ant, silently leaving behind deadly gifts, as well as backup plans to facilitate infiltration and combat by other personnel!

By the time he had arranged all the gifts, a long time had quietly slipped by.

After doing all this, he took out dozens of military cameras disguised as rocks and carefully placed them in strategic locations with a wide field of view. He meticulously adjusted the angle of each camera to ensure that they could capture the key areas while blending perfectly into the environment, making them impossible to detect.

He then set all devices to low-power standby mode.

A line of text appeared on the device—

Low battery standby time: 9 days

[Only 8 hours left until the agreed-upon final assault!]

"There is plenty of time."

These valuable items, smuggled out of the base's portal, eventually found their purpose and were put to good use.

Just as Lin Li was preparing to retire and go to Pangule Fortress to see what was going on, a series of hurried footsteps and a low shout in dwarven language came from the depths of the tunnel.

"Quickly! Hurry up! Gather all the magic stones and magic potions from all the warehouses and take them with you!"

A squad of well-equipped dwarven guards, escorting several heavy carts, hurried past the shadows where he was hiding.

Lin Li's ears twitched.

Enchanted Stones, need I say more? Magic Potions?

It sounds like a good product?

You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!

This place is huge. He spent several hours here, mainly setting up explosives and surveillance cameras, but he still couldn't find the dwarves' actual warehouse where top-level strategic materials were stored, nor could he find the person in charge of this fortress.

Upon hearing these words, his initial thought of leaving was instantly extinguished.

"Let's go see! Laplace's Demon, do you think there's anything good there?"

"Meow~" Laplace's demon appeared on his shoulder and lightly licked its own fur!

Lin Li ignored the creature that resembled a concept, his gaze fixed intently on the backs of the group of dwarves.

His figure blurred and twisted for a moment, and in an instant, he transformed into a dwarf guard wearing the same standard armor. He silently emerged from the shadows and followed at the end of the procession at a leisurely pace, mimicking even the height and gait of the guard perfectly.

Lin Li, who was following behind them, originally thought that he would enter the other party's warehouse and at most take some magic stones and magic potions.

As he pondered the location of the warehouse and whether to simply plunder it or do something else, the dwarven transport team suddenly stopped.

Then, the leader of the dwarves pulled out something that looked like a hammer from his pocket and mumbled a long string of low syllables.

Then, Lin Li felt a surge of energy!

Lin Li held his breath and watched as the dwarf struck the rocks a few times.

Then, the dwarf began to mutter in a dizzying language and tap rapidly and rhythmically.

Then, the stone wall began to crack silently, revealing a fissure.

His heart skipped a beat.

It was actually a combination of magic and mechanical disguise?

I thought I had a deep enough understanding of this world.

Previously in the dwarf capital, when Lin Li saw those empty warehouses where rats could run, he thought they were embezzling.

Now that I think about it, the other person didn't put their treasure in an obvious place at all!

My brain just can't handle these delicate tasks!

Lin Li felt a surge of annoyance, and at the same time, he felt a sense of apprehension towards the dwarves' almost ingrained talent for construction.

Squeak—

As his thoughts raced, the heavy stone door was completely opened.

The scene revealed behind the door made Lin Li forget to breathe for a moment.

This warehouse is at least several hundred meters deep. The entrance alone is piled high with countless treasures.

Rows of metal racks engraved with runes held heavy boxes locked up. Some of the boxes had their lids open, revealing neatly stacked gold bars that dazzled the eye under the magic lamps.

There were also piles of silver, pearls, agates, and various unpolished gemstones in the surrounding area.

A quick glance suggests there are probably several hundred boxes!

"So rich!" Even Lin Li, who was no longer troubled by money, couldn't help but swallow. It seems the original demolition plan will need to be readjusted when the pioneering team launches their final assault.

Further into the warehouse, weapons and armor were neatly arranged by category. The equipment was clearly more exquisite, with a subtle magical glow flowing over it, making it obvious that it was no ordinary item. Each piece was carefully protected by its own rune-encased railing.

If I hadn't happened to follow this group of dwarves, I could have searched this entire mountain and still not found such a den of iniquity!

A strong impulse surged into my heart.

He wished he could pull out a few anti-tank mines right now, send the dwarves and the security devices at the entrance flying into the sky, and then slowly empty the place himself.

However, the eyes, enhanced by the spacetime source matter, clearly captured several fleeting arcs of energy in the air.

That was some kind of advanced energy warning trap.

Lin Li forcibly suppressed his greed and refocused his gaze on the group of dwarves. He carefully observed their every step and movement, memorizing every detail, and then followed them step by step, imitating their actions.

After passing through the area piled high with treasure and equipment, the dwarven guard stopped in front of another, slightly smaller stone gate.

As the door opened, a bone-chilling cold blasted out.

Behind the door was a huge, magically heated warehouse.

The dwarf leader took out a small hammer engraved with runes, then tapped it rhythmically against the door frame a few times. He then took out a set of rune keys and continued chanting a short incantation.

With a soft "hum", he stepped aside.

"Alright, everyone be careful when retrieving the items! These potions are very delicate!"

"Remember, potions must be stored according to their categories. Don't mix them up, or your heads will be in serious trouble!"

Lin Li also lowered his head and followed the example of the other dwarves, walking forward and carrying things in a very professional manner.

As he observed how the other dwarves categorized and arranged the bottles and jars, he secretly memorized the types and locations of the potions.

A chill swept over us, and ice crystals condensed on the walls; the temperature here was frighteningly low.

"Hey, you!"

The dwarf captain, who was supervising the group, suddenly stopped his gaze on Lin Li, his brows furrowing.

"Why are you moving potions around like that? Keep those potions separate! Which squad are you from? Have you been drinking again?"

His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the heated room.

All the dwarves stopped what they were doing and looked over in unison.

Lin Li's heart skipped a beat, knowing that no matter how well he imitated, he was ultimately not a real dwarf. He didn't look up, but just gave a vague reply, trying to muddle through.

"No, lift your head!" The dwarf captain was clearly not so easily fooled. He took a few steps up to him, his sharp eyes scanning him up and down. "I've never seen your face before. Who are you?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

exposed!

Lin Li showed no panic. Instead, he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and let out a deafening roar in fluent dwarven language: "For the spirits of our ancestors!"

The dwarf captain was stunned. Before he could react, he saw the dwarf in front of him, whose origins were unknown, flick his wrist.

*Pfft! Pfft!*

Lin Li swiftly tossed several dark, iron lumps in all directions.

"Oh no! Watch out! Grab him!"

The dwarf captain finally realized what was happening and roared as he was about to step forward.

But it was too late.

Acrid smoke burst open instantly, quickly filling the small, temperature-controlled room and instantly obscuring visibility.

"Cough cough—cough! What the hell is this thing?!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"My eyes!"

Curses, coughs, and panicked shouts mingled together.

In the darkness, amidst the indiscriminate banging of muskets, the dwarf chieftain shouted, "Don't fire! Watch out for the potion!"

"ah----"

"vomit----"

Amid the coughing, there was the dull thud of a heavy object striking bone.

The chaos did not last long.

As the thick smoke gradually thinned, more than twenty dwarfs lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

Lin Li, wearing a gas mask, stood like a ghost amidst the chaos. He had dealt with these dwarves with surprising ease, having anticipated their arrival.

He walked a few steps to the dwarf captain and unceremoniously pulled the string of small hammers engraved with runes and a string of rune keys from the man's waist.

Lin Li didn't rush to leave. Instead, he took out a thermometer and checked the temperature of the constant temperature room: -15℃.

He noted down the number before starting his shopping spree.

The dwarf immediately lifted the restrictions, and without any hesitation, he put the bottles of precious magical potions into his personal space, moving as quickly as if he were picking cabbages in his own garden.

In less than a minute, the heated room was completely ransacked by him.

Lin Li ran out contentedly, his gaze immediately drawn to the fine weapons and armor protected by rune fences around the warehouse.

He imitated the dwarf from before, tapping a few times first.

Then, he inserted the rune key into the lock, ready to grab the most magnificent-looking battle axe!

Rotate.

哢哒.

However, the expected scenario of successfully removing the item did not occur.

Instead, a strange, intense heat suddenly shot from the key to his fingers and spread instantly throughout his entire arm!

A strange cluster of energy flames suddenly ignited, dancing wildly on his arm. The burning sensation was far greater than that of ordinary flames, as if it were about to set his soul ablaze.

"Hold!"

Lin Li's expression changed drastically. He tried desperately to extinguish the flames, but they were like a persistent infection, impossible to put out!

A sharp pain shot through him, and he could even smell the burning of his skin.

Lin Li gritted his teeth, glancing unwillingly at the treasures that were within reach.

If we don't leave now, this arm will be ruined!

"Time portal!"

He roared inwardly.

A phantom door appeared behind him, and a tremendous suction force came from it.

The moment his entire figure was dragged into the portal, the strange energy flame on his arm suddenly went out as if it had lost its fuel.

"Damn it, it really does require a spell!"

The sounds of the forest gradually faded away, leaving only a mess in the empty warehouse, and the increasingly hurried footsteps approaching from the distant passageway.

after a while----

Mazast looked at the still faintly pungent smoke bombs in front of him, and then at the weapons stained with blood.

"Elder, we've searched five times already, but we still can't find the mysteriously vanished enemy! Also missing are the potions that broke the seal on the magic spell; they've mysteriously disappeared as well! The future warriors' fighting strength will be greatly diminished."

"Have you confirmed that the disguise of the God's Machine is working properly?" Mazast carefully examined the smoke grenade casing in his hand.

"Yes, they haven't tried to break through. It seems they can't breach our runic energy defenses for now!"

"That strange enemy was odd; he only stole the potions and tried to steal the rune exhibits we had set up outside, without venturing deep into the warehouse!"

"Perhaps they're deliberately concealing their identity!" Mazast put down the smoke bomb. "The weight difference between these creations is extremely small; the other party possesses very strong forging skills! Has the Molten Clan in Tranquil Harbor run into trouble?"

"Sorry, no!"

He nodded, told his adjutant to get on with his work, and then dialed Rice's number again.

"The troops here are insufficient, it's very dangerous, your ceremony must be completed as soon as possible!"

"Gazur protects us! I will soon restore the glory of my ancestors!"

While the port fortress was still racking its brains about who the enemy was, the instigator Lin Li, after his failed attempt to steal a chicken and almost losing his own rice, once again turned his attention to the various units of the pioneering team that were preparing.

In less than five days, the pioneering team had completed the combat and post-combat material preparations, and the energy supply of the Time Cube was sufficient to keep it running continuously for more than thirty days.

This means that if the Rubik's Cube malfunctions, it can be used again quickly!

Apart from this, preparations have already begun in all departments.

There are only a few hours left until their planned final offensive!

Seeing this, Lin Li glanced at the large quantity of dwarven potions he had acquired, then closed his eyes and switched his repaired projection clone back onto the familiar black-faced man.

Soon, Lin Li's projected clones appeared at the command center of the otherworldly portal.

As soon as he appeared, he took out his backpack, along with the reconnaissance equipment and the data storage terminal that recorded the data.

Upon seeing Su Mingjin and the others emerge, Lin Li immediately said, "This is the latest intelligence! You're about to take action, and our friends will assist you in the operation!"

"Thank you for your help!" Su Mingjin quickly saluted the numerous projection clones.

"The dwarven soldiers remaining at Panguler Fortress have been confirmed to have been bewitched by an evil entity from a higher dimension. They have now begun sacrificing their own kin as blood offerings!"

Upon hearing this, many people gasped in shock!

"This might be the key to breaking through the stubborn dwarves' psychological defenses!" Lin Li pointed to the data terminal again. "You've planned to launch the attack in two hours. I will also cooperate with you in the attack, but I need some weapons assistance from you."

Su Mingjin's spirits lifted: "Please speak!"

"A single-soldier nuclear weapon!"