novelraw Chapter 70 After the Teleportation
Chapter 70 After the Teleportation
Chapter 70 After the Teleportation
The sound of orderly footsteps and the slight clinking of metal armor plates could be faintly heard through the winding waterway.
Although the waterway connection outside the twin crowns was sealed with a magic circle, the deployed patrol guards still strictly guarded along the pre-set route.
Once the footsteps had faded into the distance, Nan'an placed his hands on the shoulders of the two women. Suiyue felt a lightness under her feet, as if she were walking on a ball of cotton.
He lowered his voice and introduced, "【Night Owl】, a silencing spell that my friend improved years ago. It can conceal footsteps and reduce the leakage of magical energy."
It also blurs out traces of movement within a short period, making it a kind of stealth-specialized auxiliary spell.
Coralina asked curiously, "Would you mind if I knew what you used to do with 'Night Owls' back then?"
"A sneak attack: one stab to the ribs, one to the throat, one to the heart."
Coralina gave a thumbs-up, with an expression that said, "As expected of you."
"I thought you knew nothing about anything except element-driven programming."
Nan'an didn't intend to explain that his magic pool was very extensive.
A flashy, technically-driven style is a distinctive characteristic of members of the academic school.
Amazing magical interactions mostly occur in evenly matched battles.
In actual combat, it is rare for high-level mages to reach a stalemate.
In his mind, high-quality magic should be efficient, concise, and versatile.
Element-driven programming fits this description perfectly, which is why it's naturally easy to use, popular, and frequently used.
Along a vertical shaft abandoned in the early stages of construction, the three relied on the stealth effect of night owls, bracing their feet against the shaft wall, and slowly slid down.
The fly fog reacted more and more violently, which was consistent with Nan'an's judgment.
Having risked exposure by using the divine and demonic means to move the pile of corpses, and now they're moving it again to the even more dangerous outer city waterway, they must be addicted to playing games in the dark.
Nan'an could imagine that when the other party reviewed the discovery of the underground waterway secret room last time, they might be frustrated and mutter "bad luck" while pinching their nose.
The other party would never have imagined that the root cause of the exposure was that Nan'an had a group of little "cuties" who were quite sensitive to corpses containing fragments of gods and demons.
It can be described as a compass for living corpses.
Just as he descended about fifty meters and was estimating that he was approaching the height of the maintenance layer that Corella had mentioned, Nan'an's senses suddenly touched a magical barrier that was out of place with the surrounding environment.
"There's a soundproof barrier below," Nan'an immediately reminded him.
It's too late.
Since they were descending vertically from directly above, when their senses touched the edge of the magic circle, the three of them had actually quietly passed through the invisible hemispherical barrier and entered the inner area.
"Who?!"
A low shout, tinged with drowsiness and wariness, came from an abandoned compartment right next to the bottom of the shaft.
The cubicles had no doors, only a low, square entrance.
Before Corella and Suiyue could react, only a blur remained in Nan'an's place.
He rushed to the entrance of the cubicle, his eyes quickly taking in the details inside.
A young guard, wearing light leather armor and with his helmet askew, was fast asleep on a bed made of scrap stones.
Beside him, another slightly older guard was reaching for his waist, holding a worn-out old book in his left hand.
The two were just taking a break when they never expected someone to fall from the sky.
As Clara rushed into the house, both guards were given a baby-like, exquisite sleep package by Nan'an, so they could continue to slack off.
"Korella—didn't you say before that this abandoned passage and the compartment below were absolutely safe enough to be used as a secret base?"
She pointed to the two unconscious figures on the ground: "So these two—grew up from the ground?"
Clara blushed and retorted, "Who could have guessed they'd be so unprofessional, slacking off instead of patrolling!"
Nan'an urged them to continue their journey, and couldn't help but complain, "Is this the kind of guards they assign to patrol the underground waterways?"
With such a massive underground structure, two guards could only be at most level 4. Who could they possibly defend against?
Clara scratched her head: "After all, this is the Twin Crowns. Apart from the black mist, nothing should be able to infiltrate here, right?"
Suiyue retorted, "Aren't we things?"
Contrary to their expectations of a heavily guarded situation, as they continued deeper into the waterway, they no longer sensed the presence of any patrolling guards.
The so-called comprehensive patrol is clearly just a superficial project that remains only on paper or in reports.
In practice, the guards of the underground waterway probably only ensure that no one blatantly breaks in at a few main entrances and exits, and then they just go through the motions.
The idea that the Deep Patrol Guard would be led by a high-ranking mage, as described by Corella, was a joke.
Nan'an could not sense any residual magic, which meant that no high-level magicians had been active in the area for some time.
Deep within my consciousness, the Fly Fog Card resonated with an increasingly clear and sharp intensity, like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding my way.
After passing through a fork in the road, the three of them stopped at a particularly secluded corner.
This time, they didn't even try to hide.
Dozens of corpses in various shapes and sizes were piled up haphazardly and high together.
Right next to this pile of corpses, close to the corner of the damp rock wall, a source of magic was slowly pulsating.
It was cleverly embedded in the cracks in the stone, making it almost undetectable.
"There it is," Nan An gestured, his gaze fixed on the unusual magical point.
He gestured for Suiyue and Coralina to stay put and remain on guard, while he himself slowly stepped forward, casually releasing a mist of flies that first attached themselves to the pile of corpses.
"Find the source of the nightmare that is unrelated to the corpse."
Having learned from the previous experience, Nan'an is now trying to have gods and demons fight against each other.
The mindless swarm of flies, having received clear instructions, immediately abandoned the corpses they had been longing for and crawled straight into the gaps between the pile of bodies.
Without warning, the faint source of magic emitted a crisp "pop" sound as a bubble burst.
The strange movement seemed to awaken the lingering, not yet completely dissipated, divine and demonic power remaining on the corpse.
Dark red, pulsating lines, like veins, suddenly spread across the corpse.
One after another, the corpses floated into the air and pressed against the ceiling, pale and shiny.
"Again?"
As Nan'an's mind raced, searching for a solution, a pleasant buzzing sound came from the depths of her consciousness.
Unlike the annoying buzzing, he could clearly sense the clumsy joy of the swarm of flies.
The flies that had entered the pile of corpses clumped together and rose into the air.
Located in the center of the fly fog, a bead the size of a thumb, constantly releasing divine and demonic power and a pale halo, trembled violently, as if trying to break free from the flies' grasp.
The moment Nan'an saw the bead, his pupils contracted slightly.
"So you can teleport?"
Without further hesitation, he took to the air.
As if sensing his intention, the fly mist loosened its grip on the bead at just the right moment.
Snapped.
Nan'an's hand firmly grasped the pale bead that emitted an ominous aura in his palm.
It seemed to devour all colors and white light, and burst forth without warning, centered on the bead that was being held.
The rough rock walls of the waterway, the astonished faces of Suiyue and Coralina not far away—in Nan'an's view, everything became blurry and distorted in an instant, like a faded oil painting.
"Nan'an!"
He could hear Suiyue's exclamation, the sound stretched out infinitely, turning into a white noise that lingered in his ears.
In Nan'an's perception, the moment he grasped the bead, he felt no physical touch, as if he were holding a condensed ball of light.
Immediately following this was a dizzying feeling of weightlessness and being pulled apart.
He felt himself being sucked into a passageway.
All around are countless shimmering, indescribable blocks of color and lines.
The phantom river formed by their high-speed backward flight.
Occasionally, fleeting and fragmented scenes would flash by, but they were indistinguishable. In a moment, they would be scattered like reflections in water by pebbles, and then quickly thrown into the distance, disappearing without a trace.
The silence lasted only a very short time.
After about two or three breaths, the sound, as if coming through a thick wall, began to intermittently enter his senses.
At first it was just meaningless noise, but soon the sounds became clear.
"How come we were discovered again? Didn't we promise the transfer would be perfect, and no one would notice this time? It's only been a few days!"
"Yes, the adults have already instructed us to tighten our belts and be cautious. The higher-ups are quite dissatisfied!"
"Now is not the time to assign blame! The key issue is that the gods and demons on the other side have been triggered; something has been drawn over!"
The speaker's expression betrayed an undisguised panic.
"Immediately check the power of gods and demons, block it, and don't let it lock onto our location!"
"It's too late—the gods and demons have already completed their release and the connection is irreversible—don't stop them."
"Damn it, what are you all afraid of? This troublesome guy's coming, let's shut him up forever!"
Nan'an felt the speed at which he was flying through the dazzling passageway begin to slow down.
The arguing grew closer, as if the speakers were in the next room.
The next moment————
As if passing through an invisible film of water, his vision suddenly brightened.
My feet felt the sensation of stepping on solid ground.
It was like a spacious basement, the air somewhat stuffy, filled with the distinctive smell of burning candles, and—the stale smell of blood.
Directly in front of him, beneath his feet, was a circular area about five meters in diameter. The ground was not an ordinary stone slab, but a complex magic circle that had been carefully carved and filled with unknown magical potion powder.
Countless twisted runes and geometric lines intertwined, emitting a faint glow like embers. Some nodes still retained ripples of magic that had not completely dissipated, indicating that they had just been used intensely.
Isn't teleportation a masterpiece of gods and demons? And it's also related to magic circles?
At the edge of the magic circle, a dozen or so thick white candles were evenly placed, their flames burning steadily and illuminating the basement in a dim yellow light.
Five or six people stood around the magic circle.
They were all dressed in uniform, heavy, dark gray robes with wide hoods that completely shrouded their heads in shadow.
It didn't matter that he couldn't see the face clearly; Nan'an saw what he cared about.
The person in the center holds a "bead" of the same style as himself.
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