Chapter 412: Chapter 39: Advent Unknowingly.
Duncan had already taken advantage of the chaos to kill over ten enemy units, not just the cultists, but also the people of the Mechanical Divine Sect.
Since everyone disregarded human life, he conformed to local customs.
Even if it meant dying here today!
Duncan was determined to forcibly elevate Human Form No. 3’s strength to approach the level of an Upper-Rank Heroic Spirit.
At this moment, he had already approached the ruins of the industrial district. As the whistling shells streaked across the sky, the artillery fortifications of the Mechanical Divine Sect launched another bombardment. This time, however, it was very close to his position, and amidst the violent explosions, a small piece of steel fragment embedded itself in his back, reducing the Life Bar by a notch.
"Shit!"
The artillery bombardment was truly annoying; everyone had become the version of themselves they hated most.
Gritting his teeth, Duncan retreated while pulling out the steel fragment from his back. He had engraved regeneration ability, so this kind of injury was no big deal—it would heal almost completely after a while.
At this time, the Witch Demon Konggs eagerly said, "Your Majesty."
"Do you need me to heal you?"
Duncan shook his head expressionlessly and said, "No need."
"Do you have any large-scale destructive curiosities?"
Relying solely on firearms to pick off targets one by one was too slow; Duncan needed to enhance his Mana Pool by at least eliminating hundreds or thousands of casting units. World No. 3 was different from other places; with the Mechanical Divine Sect suppressing reality, he had to seize the opportunity now.
"I do."
The Witch Demon Konggs decisively said, "I still have ancient scrolls from the Mythical Era in my Dimension Space and a magic wand from ancient elves."
"Your Majesty? Do you need me to get them for you?"
Duncan’s figure moved again; he no longer limited himself to attacking cultists. Holding the Judicator T130, he directly aimed at a heavily injured steel warrior, and with the armor-piercing bullet tearing through the air, the warrior’s head exploded instantly.
This guy was like a meat grinder, having killed thousands of the living dead and not even sparing any unlucky heavily injured civilians.
The people of the Mechanical Divine Sect were all emotionally indifferent, leaving no survivors once the Purification Agreement was initiated.
At this moment, on the projection page’s human-shaped Mark, Human Form No. 3’s skin seemed to have reached a certain critical point, and a new ability emerged.
—— "Steel Skin (Special Ability): Your skin has been steel-casted, making it as tough as steel, significantly enhancing your innate armor and providing slight damage reduction."
(Innate Armor +5, Damage Reduction 10 points.)
At some point, Duncan’s skin had already taken on a faint silver-gray tint, but it quickly returned to a normal skin tone.
Innate Armor.
Duncan was very familiar with this ability because Giant Dragons have innate armor, and so do Lizardmen, Kobolds, Snake-men, and other creatures with natural scale armor. However, his Steel Skin seems to have mutated because it integrated the Dragon Bloodline ability, possessing an innate armor and damage reduction far superior to a conventional steel-cast mechanical cultivator.
At this point, conventional blades could only leave faint scratches on Duncan’s skin.
His skin was equivalent to being a piece of plate armor.
This was only the first stage of the Steel Angles’ School reinforcement. First came the skin, then muscles, followed by bones, and finally, the innate defensive capabilities would gradually improve until possessing defensive abilities no less than that of steel-cast mechas.
But this enhancement does not affect one’s agility, possessing mobility far exceeding that of combat mechas, like a living humanoid Gundam.
As for the final mechanical angelization, it’s not within the reach of ordinary church cultists.
The Steel Cast school’s innate armor and body strength can be stacked to terrifying levels, with some high-tier steel warriors becoming completely immune to conventional firearms.
A dark rift appeared.
The Witch Demon Konggs’ skull extended two Ghostly Hands, retrieving two ancient scrolls from his Dimension Space. The material seemed made from demon skin, with dense dark red scale-like bumps. Behind the dark rift was a tomb-like space, although not very large, with several stone sarcophagi.
—— "Withering Death Technique (Necromancy School): Ancient high-tier magic, dealing damage to all living things within a large area, evaporating any living being’s moisture within the casting range. The scroll is infused with magic, and the spell is strong."
—— "Banshee’s Wail (Necromancy School): Ancient high-tier magic, summoning the projection of a Death Banshee to launch a deathwave attack on enemies in a large area. Under the terrifying wail, all who hear it perish; creatures failing the immunity judgment die instantly."
This stuff is really an antique.
The Witch Demon Konggs opened a stone coffin to take it out, as if it were a personal burial item.
This is magic from the Mythical Era.
Unlike the various magical rituals of the Mysterious Era, the magic of the Mythical Era favored brute force producing miracles. That period was precisely the peak of Elemental Tides, a rather active era for various mythical creatures, with even the incarnations of gods frequently walking among mortals.
If you were strong enough, you could even sleep with the incarnation of a goddess.
Duncan picked up the ancient scroll.
In the projection mark of the Dimension Space, the third Human Form displayed two ancient curiosities equipped, which could be activated and used through one’s mana.
At this moment, another round of bombardment swept over.
A continuous stream of firepower coverage caused the industrial district’s ceiling to collapse, initiating a chain reaction akin to an earthquake, with boulders falling one after another. The intervals between the Platform Layers of the Nest City were very large, and the area they were in should have been thousands of meters underground.
Withering Death Technique.
Seizing the opportunity, Duncan tore open the scroll in his hand instantly after the bombardment. There was nothing much to care about now; nearly all the civilians died in the earlier waves of the assault. Having adapted to the brutal world of the third dimension, only the most basic moral bottom line was left for him.
A scorching wave surged outwards in all directions!
Although ancient magic was gradually being phased out, it did not mean its lethality was insufficient. With the spreading red heat wave, those cultists enveloped within instantly let out incredibly shrill wails, and in the next second, the moisture in their bodies was completely evaporated, even the awakened Tree Sea Evil Spirit was evaporated within it.
Mummified corpses surfaced one by one.