novelraw Chapter 62
Chapter 62
Chapter 62. Truth
Logaris pointed at the crates stacked on several magitech trucks behind him.
“There are also some field spell manuals inside. Tell your position mages to study them carefully. I designed several simple but effective chained spell traps for them. I guarantee that any invaders who charge in will experience what it feels like to ascend straight to heaven.”
Across the entire camp, every soldier’s gaze instantly shifted from suspicion and disdain to fanatic admiration.
So this was the power of knowledge.
They loved it.
…
After bidding farewell to General Victor—who had already begun calculating how to use his new toys to slaughter the invaders of the Demi-Human Empire—Logaris directly teleported to a top-secret outpost hidden within the Dragon Mountain Range.
This place was the base of Sylvia’s most elite personal guard.
When Logaris arrived, he was greeted by a row of steel giants more than three meters tall, each wearing fourth-generation fully enclosed magitech armor.
They performed a perfectly synchronized military salute, the sound of metal colliding ringing out sharply.
The captain of the guard stepped forward.
“Professor, everything is ready.”
“Very good.”
Logaris nodded and walked toward a massive mountain fortification concealed beneath a huge camouflage tarp.
“Remove it.”
As the winch turned, the enormous camouflage cloth was slowly pulled away.
A terrifying creation beyond anyone’s imagination appeared before them.
Its barrel alone was ten meters long.
The thick cannon body rested on a base constructed from massive stone blocks and reinforced steel.
The base itself was engraved with dense and dizzyingly complex rune formations.
The prototype of the “Ultra-Long-Range Magitech Cannon.”
Codename: “Truth Model I.”
Even the guards, who had seen countless extraordinary sights, could not help but hold their breath when they saw the cannon in its entirety.
This thing looked terrifying just by its appearance alone.
Logaris walked to the massive control console, which held a large crystal screen embedded in its center.
He raised his hand and tapped the screen lightly, revealing a three-dimensional map of the Dragon Mountain Range.
“Next, I will deploy three hundred and sixty concealed Detection Eyes across this mountain range,” Logaris said, pointing to the tiny preset lights on the map.
“They will form a network covering both sky and land and transmit real-time information here.”
“Any lifeform exceeding the preset energy threshold that enters the detection range will appear on the map as a red dot.”
He paused briefly and pointed to five enormous shells neatly arranged nearby, protected by a special force field.
“These five are the only experimental shells we currently possess. Each one is two meters long and costs ten thousand Golden Lion Coins to manufacture.”
He turned to the captain of the guard and calmly assigned the mission.
“When you see a red dot, press the button. The system will automatically complete targeting and firing. But the bombardment is only the beginning.”
Logaris patted the control console.
“After the cannon fires, half of your men will remain here to guard this expensive ‘Truth’ and provide support information. The rest will enter the Dragon Mountain Range directly according to the enemy’s real-time location provided here and eliminate every surviving straggler who manages to live through the artillery strike.”
The captain of the guard looked at the colossal cannon before him, then at the terrifyingly expensive shells, and finally at his squad members—each of them armed with magic explosion rifles and resembling demon-like war machines.
His entire body trembled with excitement.
At that moment, he finally understood the horrifying nature of the professor’s “warfare system.”
He immediately gave Logaris a solemn military salute.
“Professor! We are ready to ensure that those invaders who do not know their place will never return alive!”
“Very good,” Logaris replied to the captain.
“In that case, I will begin deploying the network.”
The moment his words fell, the space around him began to distort.
A flash of blue light appeared, and he vanished from the console.
Immediately afterward, spatial ripples began appearing repeatedly throughout the vast Dragon Mountain Range.
Using an Ultra-Long-Range Positioning Spell and spatial teleportation, Logaris’s figure appeared again and again at various coordinates detected by his mental perception—mountain peaks, sheer cliffs, deep valleys, and dense forests.
At each location, he left behind a Detection Eye that perfectly blended into the surrounding environment.
…
Meanwhile, that same night in Winter City, the rooftops were covered in snow reflecting the cold moonlight.
A purple shadow leapt silently between the roof ridges like a graceful yet deadly night cat.
Esmeralda lay prone behind a stone gargoyle on a clock tower, chewing on a piece of straw she had taken from somewhere, while lazily observing the abandoned leather workshop below.
“Tsk. That smell is awful,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
The air was filled with the foul stench of rotting leather mixed with chemical reagents, enough to make anyone’s head ache.
Sylvia had assigned her this mission with clear instructions: remove this thorn quickly and cleanly, preferably without alerting the surrounding civilians.
A direct assault was impossible.
The workshop sat within a residential district of the Lower City.
Once a battle broke out, countless innocent people might die.
Her Shadow Guards had already seeped into the surrounding darkness like water, completely sealing off the entire workshop.
Time passed slowly.
Esmeralda was extremely patient.
She spent several hours memorizing the movement patterns of every person inside and outside the workshop.
Three visible sentries.
Five hidden sentries.
They rotated shifts once every hour, and during the handover there was a thirty-second gap.
Most importantly, she discovered that the workshop hid something underground.
A massive cellar.
Almost all the cultists were gathered inside it like a swarm of rats that could not bear the light.
A Shadow Guard silently appeared behind her.
“Captain, we have confirmed everything. The cellar has three emergency exits, but they are well concealed. Should we sneak in and slit their throats one by one?”
Esmeralda spat out the straw and slowly took something out of her coat.
It was a fist-sized crystal engraved with dense runes.
Unstable energy shimmered inside it.
It was a specially designed “High-Energy Explosive Crystal” made by Logaris.
She tossed the crystal lightly in her palm, revealing a mischievous grin.
“Slitting throats? That is boring. That is work for assassins. We are the Shadow Guard. We should show a little technical sophistication.”
She glanced at the subordinate behind her.
“Her Highness said it must be quick and clean. Professor Logaris’s little toys are best at that.”
“This thing works far better than sneaking around.”
Even the usually cold Shadow Guard twitched slightly at her words.
“But Captain, the power of this thing might affect the surrounding area…”
“Relax.”
Esmeralda stood up and brushed the snow off her clothes.
“Logaris bragged that this thing can perform ‘directional energy concentration detonation.’ Who gets blown up and who does not depends entirely on how you throw it. Tonight we will find out just how strong his boasting really is.”
She gave a hand signal to the Shadow Guards hidden in the darkness.
More than a dozen black figures immediately emerged from various corners.
Each of them held an identical high-energy explosive crystal.
Esmeralda pointed toward an inconspicuous ventilation opening on the side of the leather workshop.
The vent led directly into the cellar.
“Calculate your angles carefully. On my command, throw them in together.”
Her voice was quiet but carried unquestionable authority.
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
“Throw.”
More than a dozen crystals flashing with dangerous light traced precise arcs through the air and silently dropped into the narrow ventilation shaft.
Esmeralda did not bother watching the result.
Instead, she turned and issued the final command to all Shadow Guards, her voice turning icy cold.
“Seal all exits.”
“Do not let even a single fly escape.”