I became a god through archaeology in the Wizarding World.

The torrential rain washed over the cobblestone streets of Plymouth Harbour, and the black sea roared under the night sky, constantly crashing against the breakwater.

Rhodes stood in the shadows of Warehouse No. 3, holding a control core engraved with complex circuits.

Before him stood three enormous objects covered by thick waterproof tarpaulins, yet their three-meter-high outlines were still discernible.

This is an obsidian guardian from underground ruins.

According to the original plan, these war machines were to be secretly handed over to the royal family after they were fully under control, as a trump card for the king to confront the church and deter the nobles.

The king invested a huge sum of money in this project and kept the progress under Sieg's supervision.

But now Rhodes has changed his mind.

The Church's relentless pressure, the calculations of various factions, and the invasion of the siren disrupted the balance.

He needs to demonstrate a power that will make all parties wary.

Rhodes gently stroked the groove on the control core with his fingers, where a high-purity magic crystal was embedded.

He was not worried about the king's anger.

When these three machines demonstrated overwhelming combat power, the king would only feel fear and a desire to win them over.

A red signal flare suddenly rose into the sky over the distant sea.

Immediately afterwards, the piercing siren shattered the tranquility of the rainy night.

"Enemy attack! Southeast direction, numbers... Good heavens, a huge number!"

The sentry's voice trembled on the watchtower.

This time, the Deep Ones' attack was more ferocious than ever before.

Rhode put away the control core and waved to the darkness behind him.

"start up."

The tarpaulin was suddenly ripped off, revealing the dark, deep body beneath.

These guardians are carved from a single piece of obsidian, and their surfaces do not have a metallic luster, but instead present a matte texture that absorbs light.

Their joints are inlaid with dark gold transmission runes, and their chests feature a slowly rotating turbine-shaped core.

As Rhode infused magic, the cores of the three guardians in their chests suddenly lit up, emitting a deep hum.

The once lifeless stones seemed to come alive in an instant, and the heavy footsteps made the warehouse floor tremble.

……

Port defense line.

General Hamilton drew his sword and looked ahead with a stern expression.

Thousands of deep-diving families are climbing up the slippery embankment.

Some of them have huge claws, while others have slippery, soft bodies, wielding bony spears.

"Throw the purifying lightning!"

At a command, dozens of silver-white spheres were thrown towards the enemy.

Blinding white light flashed continuously beneath the breakwater, and the intense heat instantly evaporated the rainwater, forming a scorching cloud of steam.

Screams rose and fell as the first few dozen monsters were instantly carbonized.

But this did not stop the subsequent wave.

More monsters surged forward, stepping over the corpses of their companions.

"Ready for close combat!"

The soldiers raised their industrially-enchanted shields and longswords.

The two collided violently.

Although the radiant runes on the weapons did indeed cause a burning effect on the monsters, giving the soldiers a certain advantage in the fight, there were simply too many monsters.

A giant, heavily armored crab, over five meters long, crashed through a corner of the defensive line.

Its thick carapace is covered with barnacles and seaweed, and ordinary swords can only send up a string of sparks when they cut into it.

It wielded its enormous pincers, easily snapping a soldier's spear in two and sending the soldier and his shield flying.

A gap has appeared in the defense line.

Just as General Hamilton was preparing to personally lead his team to fill the gap, rhythmic tremors came from the ground.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The vibration even drowned out the sound of the waves.

The soldiers instinctively turned around and saw three huge black figures emerge from the rain.

They did not run, but took steady and huge steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground.

"What is that...?"

A chaplain in the army looked at the lifeless giants in horror.

Rhodes stood on the container behind him and issued commands through the core in his hand.

"Annihilate."

All three Obsidian Guardians accelerate simultaneously.

Without any fancy techniques, the leading guard, number one, charged directly at the rampaging armored crab.

The dull thud made my teeth ache.

The several-ton giant crab was actually knocked back several meters, and obvious cracks appeared on its shell.

Before Cancer could react, Guard Number One raised his right arm.

Its arm ends not with a hand, but with an obsidian hammer that is integrally formed with the arm.

The heavy hammer fell with a whistling sound.

Click!

The incredibly hard crab shell shattered like a thin, crisp biscuit under this blow.

Black fluid splattered everywhere as the crab's entire head was smashed into its chest cavity.

A single, decisive blow.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned.

The other two guards also rushed into the monster horde.

The second guard wields a giant, four-meter-long saber, and each sweep of it can cut all creatures in the fan-shaped area in half at the waist.

Whether it's a crab with a hard shell or a fish-man with a flexible body, they are no different in the face of absolute power and sharpness.

The third guard, however, demonstrated a different fighting style.

A powerful suction force suddenly erupted from its core, causing the monsters that were trying to attack it to become sluggish, as if they were sinking into a swamp.

Immediately afterwards, the runes around the guardian flickered, and a circular shockwave spread outward from it, directly shattering the internal organs of all monsters within a ten-meter radius.

The previously precarious defensive line was instantly reversed by the arrival of these three war machines.

They are tireless, feel no pain, and experience no fear.

The Deep One's claws left only a shallow white mark on the obsidian's surface. Even when sprayed with acid, the corrosive liquid slid onto the stone's surface, producing only wisps of smoke and causing no real damage.

General Hamilton lowered his sword.

As he looked at the three black giants wreaking havoc among the monsters, an indescribable chill rose in his heart.

This is not a product of alchemy; it is a legacy of ancient civilization.

The violent aesthetics designed purely for killing make modern armies seem so vulnerable.

"Did you write it down?"

In a corner of the battlefield, a church observer dressed in a gray robe asked in a low voice.

"It's been recorded." The assistant beside him quickly sketched the guard's form on the parchment. "No holy light reaction, no abyssal aura, a purely magic-driven construct. Its strength... is extremely high. It's suspected to be a relic from the Third Era."

The observer's face was grim.

If the city hall possesses this power, the church's plan to seize control of the military will be completely thwarted.

The battle lasted less than twenty minutes.

When the last deep-sea diver escaped back into the sea, the breakwater was piled high with severed limbs.

The three Obsidian Guardians ceased their movements.

They stood silently amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, letting the rain wash away the filth from their bodies.

The core light on his chest dimmed and went into standby mode, as if the killing had never happened.

Rhodes emerged from the shadows and stood before General Hamilton.

"General, it seems the defenses for tonight have been secured."

Hamilton looked at Rhodes with an extremely complex expression.

"Advisor Rhodes... what's this?"

"Ancient weapons, designed to deal with threats of greater intensity," Rhodes replied calmly. "After all, we can't always expect soldiers to fill the defenses with their own flesh and blood."

……

Royal Palace, Study.

The firelight flickered in the fireplace, casting the king's shadow long and short.

Although it was late at night, the king was still dressed in a neat velvet robe, clutching a newly arrived urgent battle report tightly in his hand.

"Three units... just three units."

The king murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

The battle report detailed the battle against the Obsidian Guardians.

That overwhelming power was exactly what he had been dreaming of.

He invested countless gold coins in his efforts to control the ancient weapons underground, but he never expected the results to come so quickly and with such power.

More importantly, these weapons now obey Rhodes's command.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in my heart.

He originally thought Rhodes was just a clever alchemist, a useful tool for making money.

But now, this tool wields the power to overturn the chessboard.

"His Majesty."

The head squire, standing in the shadows, spoke in a low voice, "The church has also received the news. Bishop Cecil has already sent people to investigate the origin of these constructs."

The king took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He cannot show anger, nor can he show fear.

Since Rhodes dared to reveal his hand at this time, it means he was prepared to make a showdown.

He was even confident that he could rival the entire royal family.

If they were to turn against each other now, Rhodes could still take the technology and go to other noble families, or even neighboring countries.

Without Rhodes, the royal family would be powerless to resist external enemies and pressure from the church.

"He was demonstrating his value to me, but at the same time, he was warning me."

The king threw the battle report into the fireplace and watched the paper turn to ashes in the flames.

"He wants status, he wants a voice."

"Since he wants it, I'll give it to him."

The king turned around, his eyes becoming sharp and deep.

"Go and convey my verbal order."

Xuan Luode entered the palace overnight.

"Furthermore, inform the Ministry of the Interior to draft a document of investiture. I will grant him the title of Royal Chief Alchemist and... allow him to form a special technical guard directly under the Royal Family."

The head attendant looked up in surprise: "Your Majesty, this..."

"Do as I say."