I became a god through archaeology in the Wizarding World.

The torrential rain lashed the breakwater of Plymouth Harbor, and black waves crashed against the hard granite again and again, stirring up foam with a salty smell.

Through the rain, the sounds of gunfire and screams rose and fell.

One side of the defensive line has collapsed.

Dozens of deep-sea fish-men, each over two meters tall, brandished rusty tridents and stormed ashore, stepping over the corpses of their companions.

Their dark green scales reflected a slippery sheen under the torchlight, and each thrust could take the life of a city guard soldier.

But this is not the most deadly threat.

"Back off! Spearmen, back off! Where's the cannon? Push that damn cannon over here!"

A platoon leader of the city guards roared hoarsely, rainwater streaming down his helmet and stinging his eyes.

In front of him, three enormous creatures were slowly crawling out of the sea.

This creature is nearly three meters wide and has a ten-centimeter-thick gray-black carapace on its back, covered with barnacles and seaweed.

Their enormous pincers can easily cut through iron spears, and even ordinary solid cannonballs can only leave a shallow white mark on them before being bounced off by their curved carapace.

This is a powerful magical beast, possessing defense and strength comparable to a knight.

boom!

A belated cannonball struck the side of the foremost giant crab.

The explosion lit up the sky, and the giant crab's massive body swayed slightly as a few pieces of its shell fell off, revealing dark red muscle fibers underneath.

The injury, on the contrary, ignited its ferocity.

The crab let out a sharp screech, like metal scraping, and with a burst of force from its eight limbs, it charged into the crowd like a runaway chariot.

The enormous pincers swept across.

Three soldiers holding shields were sent flying, shields and all, and the sound of their ribs collapsing could be clearly heard even while they were still in mid-air.

The defenses have completely collapsed.

Just as the fleeing soldiers were about to turn and escape into the alley, a black carriage stopped on the gravel road behind the defensive line.

The car door opened, and Rod stepped out wearing a long black trench coat.

Sieg followed closely behind, directing a squad of military police to unload several heavy wooden crates from the carriage.

"Is this your defensive line?"

Rhodes glanced at the mangled limbs scattered on the ground and the rampaging giant crab, his tone completely calm.

The squad leader recognized the recently rising court advisor. Wiping the blood from his face, he cried out desperately, "Sir, let's go! Ordinary weapons can't penetrate those monsters' armor. We need the support of knights or priests from the church!"

"unnecessary."

Rod walked up to the wooden crate and kicked open the lid.

Inside, hundreds of glass spheres filled with silver-blue dust were neatly arranged, along with dozens of iron discs engraved with runes.

"Distribute this thunderstorm dust as I instructed. As for those iron discs..." Rhodes picked up a concussion mine: "Have the military police throw them."

The company commander was taken aback for a moment, but seeing that the military police had already begun to distribute weapons skillfully, he could only grit his teeth and order his soldiers to do so.

A deep-sea fish-man noticed the commotion and charged over with a roar.

A young soldier, his hands trembling, threw the glass ball.

Snapped.

The glass ball hit the puddle at the fishman's feet and shattered instantly.

There was no explosion as expected.

A blinding silver-blue arc of electricity spread out from the point of breakage into the water in an instant.

The murloc, which had been charging fiercely, convulsed violently, and the mucus that was originally used to keep it moist now became the best conductor.

The electric current penetrated its skin without hindrance, numbing its central nervous system.

The merman lay stiffly on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and emanating a burnt smell.

"efficient!"

The soldiers' eyes lit up with surprise.

In this rainy night battlefield where water accumulates everywhere, lightning-attribute weapons are at 200% effective.

More and more glass marbles were thrown out.

Blue and white electric grids lit up the defenses of Plymouth Harbor.

Swarms of murlocs fell to the electric current, turning what was initially a one-sided massacre into a one-sided harvest.

However, the three heavily armored giant crabs continued to advance.

Although the electric current can slow their movements, their thick shell provides excellent insulation, preventing thunderstorm dust from causing fatal damage.

"Use concussion mines!" Rod shouted.

Several military police officers pulled the fuse and slid the heavy iron plate down to the underside of the crab's abdomen.

Buzz—Buzz—

A dull, low-frequency vibration echoed across the battlefield.

The giant crab at the very front suddenly stopped in its tracks.

Its giant claws, which had been waving in mid-air, drooped limply, and a large amount of dark green liquid gushed from its mouthparts.

Although the outer shell was intact, the soft tissue inside had turned into a paste under the vibration of high-frequency gravitational waves.

The massive body collapsed with a crash.

"We did it!" The company commander excitedly waved his broken sword.

But Rhodes' brow furrowed slightly.

"The oscillation frequency is still not concentrated enough. For a creature of this size, the lethal time exceeds three seconds."

As he spoke, he pulled a black-covered notebook from his pocket and quickly jotted down data.

Just then, the remaining two giant crabs seemed to sense the death of their companion. They abandoned their attack on the ordinary soldiers, turned their bulging eyes, and locked onto Rhodes, who was emitting strong magical energy fluctuations.

As first-order magical beasts, they possess a basic instinct to sense danger.

hiss--!

The two giant crabs exerted their strength simultaneously, their massive limbs carving deep craters into the ground as they attacked Rhodes at an astonishing speed.

Rod closed his notebook, handed it to the military policeman beside him, then unbuttoned his trench coat and tossed it to the ground.

He was wearing a white shirt underneath, with the cuffs rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms.

"Perfect timing. I need to test the combat effectiveness of the [Immortal Body] and collect a fresh Cancer ganglion."

Rhodes did not use any spellcasting materials, nor did he chant any incantations.

He simply adjusted his breathing rhythm, and his heartbeat instantly became slow and powerful, each beat like the beating of a war drum.

A layer of grayish-white metallic sheen quickly spread across his skin.

His once soft skin became as hard as rock, his muscle fibers taut, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a sculpture made of fine steel.

The giant crab on the left rushed forward first, its massive claw, powerful enough to cut through a mast, clamped down hard on Rhodes' waist with a whooshing sound.

Rod didn't dodge or evade; he took a step forward with his left foot, shattering the stone slab beneath his feet and regaining his balance.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the closed giant claw directly.

clang!

A deafening clang of metal clashing.

The crab unleashed its terrifying bite force, but Rhodes' arm remained completely still.

His fingers dug deep into the barnacle-covered shell, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

"Its strength is approximately three tons, and its shell hardness is close to that of refined iron."

Rod recited the data expressionlessly.

The next second, his arm muscles bulged, and it looked as if pythons were swimming under his grayish-white skin.

"open."

With a low shout, Rhodes exerted force with both hands.

Click—click—

He actually managed to pry open the giant claw that was originally tightly closed.

The crab felt excruciating pain and struggled frantically, while its other pincer tried to attack Rhodes' head.

Rod released his right hand, his five fingers coming together to form a knife, and his palm, covered in a grayish-white sheen, stabbed out instantly.

puff.

His palm pierced through the Cancer's relatively thin eye sockets without any resistance, going straight into the brain.

With a sudden twist of its arm, the giant crab's massive body instantly went limp.

But this is not over yet.

Another giant crab had already rushed up behind him, its sharp limbs piercing his back like spears.

Rod didn't turn around; the muscles in his back instantly hardened.

Ding!

The sharp limbs pierced his back, leaving only a white spot without even breaking the skin.

Rod turned around, grabbed the segmented limb, and then pulled hard.

tear-

With a nauseating tearing sound, the thick limb was ripped off by the roots, and dark green blood gushed out.

The crab let out a mournful scream and staggered backward.

Rhodes strode forward, stomped on the crab's carapace, and pinned it firmly to the ground.

He bent down and gripped the edge of the crab's carapace with both hands.

"rise."

A chilling cracking sound rang out.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the surrounding soldiers, Rhodes, relying solely on his physical strength, forcefully ripped open the carapace of this one-ton monster.

Blood and internal organs were exposed to the air.

Ignoring the still convulsing giant crab, Rod took out a scalpel from his waist and precisely cut off a piece of white ganglion located next to the heart.

He placed the spoils into a glass bottle he had prepared beforehand and poured in preservative solution.

After he finished doing all this, the grayish-white sheen on his body gradually faded.

"Someone come here."

Rod picked up the trench coat from the ground and put it back on.

"Take these two bodies back to the lab. The carapace is a good material for making shields, and the meat can be used as military rations."

Sig looked at the figure standing in the pool of blood, his brows furrowing slightly.

Tearing apart a ring-level monster with bare hands.

Even the Grand Master of the Royal Knights might not be able to achieve this level of physical strength.

"Yes... sir." The company commander lowered his head, his tone filled with an unprecedented sense of awe.

Rhodes nodded, his gaze sweeping across the gradually calming battlefield.

The sea monsters' offensive has been contained. With the new weapons and his intervention, the crisis has been temporarily averted.

"Let's go back to the lab." Rhodes turned and got into the carriage. "I already have ideas for the next batch of weapon improvement plans."