[Warning: Energy remaining at three percent. The system will automatically shut down in fifteen seconds…]
"Deactivate overload mode!" Lynn said decisively upon hearing the alert tone in his mind.
After the intelligent system had been silent for a full five days previously, Lynn had no desire to endure another such experience. The continuous battles had depleted nearly ninety percent of his internal magical energy.
However, despite this disparity, a smile curved at the corner of Lynn's lips, for he had gained the initiative in the fight!
In modern warfare, the terror of white phosphorus lies not only in its ability to burn everything and its difficulty to extinguish but also in its formidable toxicity!
This is why he had sent the pigeons and Joni away, instructing everyone to hold their breath during the battle to prevent them from succumbing to the poison…
The scenario was different with Antares. The large-scale [White Phosphorus – Fireball Spell] and [Inferno Hand] were meant to fill the enclosed space with toxic fumes.
Close combat was intended to exhaust Antares's stamina, guiding air flow, and forcing him to inhale more of the toxic gas!
Time was running out. Even a true humanoid behemoth like Antares would find it challenging to endure for much longer…
As Lynn had anticipated, Antares, hiding in his "shell," was beginning to feel weakness throughout his body. Dizziness clouded his vision, and the once-abundant strength seemed to be slowly draining away.
What kind of sorcery is this?
In an instant, Antares thought of the fourth-tier spell [Harvest of Death], a terrifying sorcery capable of turning a region into a place where the living are forbidden within mere seconds.
But if his opponent were a grand sorcerer capable of casting a fourth-tier spell, he would have already perished upon engagement!
It must be poison!
Antares immediately considered this possibility, such as the third-tier spell [Toxic Domain], which could create a vast expanse of yellow-green poisonous mist with highly distinctive characteristics…
It was clearly too late to employ divine magic to neutralize the poison. Lynn would not waste the enemy's most vulnerable moment and immediately pressed all remaining magical energy!
"[Magic – Barrage]!"
In an instant, thirty-six [Magic Missiles] hovered in the air. Lynn even reactivated the three-second overload mode to rapidly adjust their trajectories.
Facing Antares's "turtle shell" tactic, Lynn had no intention of a direct confrontation. Instead, he chose to utilize the agility of the [Magic Missiles] to bypass the most challenging [Divine Barrier] and strike at its weak points, aiming to send the archbishop of Nordland straight to hell!
After twenty-five years, Antares once again experienced the sensation of imminent death!
At this critical juncture, Antares appeared unusually calm. He had no doubt that he would meet his end today, but before that, he could still do one last thing—send this young devil worshiper, already a third-tier sorcerer, to the underworld!
"O great Lord of the Stars, Moon Goddess, Creator of Earth and Life, your humble servant prays here and offers up this frail body, beseeching the projection of the supreme master to descend…"
Antares chanted fervently, each utterance aging him a year. His skin began to wrinkle, his white hair falling from his forehead to the corners of his eyes, and his voice grew increasingly hoarse…
In his daze, it was as if a hymn echoed in the enclosed underground space, gradually overshadowing Antares's voice. Soon, the entire space began to tremble violently.
"Divine… Descent… Spell?" Lynn gasped, nearly forcing the words through clenched teeth.
Upon arriving in this other world and learning that the clergy possessed true divine magic, Lynn's greatest fear and most unwelcome challenge had been the Divine Descent Spell!
To be considered a divine entity is an overestimation in any context; even a mere projection with limited power could easily flick him to death with a single finger!
Unable to combat it, one could only shake before a god… Is this even human?
Lynn cursed silently and launched the pre-set [Magic Missiles]. He did not dare to look back at Antares's fate and, without hesitation, plunged into the torrent of the underground river behind him.
Over thirty [Magic Missiles], following their designated paths, bypassed the robust [Divine Barrier] and struck directly at Antares, colliding with a mysterious force.
The successive explosions were like the final straw breaking the camel's back, tearing apart the underground space that had endured countless trials!
Gigantic boulders, weighing tons, fell continuously from the ceiling, crashing onto the ground and into the river, shrouded in thick smoke and dust, devouring everything around.
At this moment, Lynn was already caught in the swift current…
As a landlubber from the central regions of the Federation, Lynn had no experience with swimming. The nearly depleted magical energy and physical strength left him with no means to struggle, and he could only be dragged along by the immense inertia…
Yet, Lynn's face betrayed no sign of concern. As a former data storage specialist, he knew well how a non-swimmer should survive in a strong current.
The first rule was to remain calm; this was the foundation. Next, one must make full use of the buoyancy of water.
It is well known that the density of the human body is greater than that of water, which is why a person sinks when they fall in.
However, before diving, Lynn had taken a deep breath and then relaxed his entire body as much as possible, adjusting his center of gravity to increase the contact area between his body and the water in a supine position.
Thus, as long as he held his breath and reached slightly calmer waters, he would naturally float on the surface.
Following this theory, Lynn remained composed, adopting the most standard supine position. Although his body was slowly sinking, he attributed it to the water current. However, as the sinking deepened, Lynn began to feel a twinge of panic.
Could it be that his supine position was not standard enough?
"071? What's happening?" Lynn could not help but call out in his mind.
The intelligent system's alert tone sounded promptly.
[According to Article 7, Clause 32 of the Federal Diving Safety Guidelines, beginners should not carry heavy objects while practicing diving, sir…]
Lynn glanced down at the steel longsword strapped to his waist and then sank all the way to the bottom…