Exploring Technology in a Wizard World

But it only dimmed for less than a second before the Witch Demon Elder raised his head and looked back at Cheka, saying, "I have one more move you haven't seen."

"Hmm?"

"Cough, cough!" The Witch Demon Elder coughed violently, and in the midst of coughing, he suddenly opened his mouth, spraying out a mouthful of black blood.

This blood was completely different from the rest. After leaving the Witch Demon Elder's mouth, it shot towards Cheka like an arrow.

Mid-flight, it disappeared into thin air, as if it had merged with the air. Cheka was stunned, and with a "puff", the blood reappeared, already in front of him, and then it landed on his body.

When the blood touched Cheka's body, it seemed to suddenly gain life, writhing frantically and burrowing under his skin, apparently ready to contaminate Cheka's entire body.

Cheka's face changed; he plunged his glowing golden hand fiercely into his chest, forcibly gouging out a large piece of the most contaminated flesh and tossing it aside, attempting to rid himself of this strange attack.

But he underestimated the eerie nature of the Witch Demon Elder's move.

Even when less than a tenth of the blood remained on his body, the contamination effect did not diminish in the slightest. The black contaminated blood seemed to have infectious power, turning a large area of flesh dark and assimilated within just a few breaths, then spreading across his body.

Cheka's face changed dramatically; his heart hardened, and a large amount of cold air burst from his hands, pressing heavily on his chest. The cold air exploded, forcibly freezing the contaminated flesh on his body.

This brought a great disadvantage to his movements but also stopped the worsening of the contaminated flesh.

He did not realize, within the contaminated flesh, inside a slightly bulging lump, a finger-sized glass ball was wrapped inside. This glass ball was continually emitting an almost imperceptible special energy wave towards every direction.

...

Far away.

In the night sky.

Richard was enveloped by a film of energy, forming the shape of a flying shuttle, speeding towards the Shambhala Uranium Mine.

But midway, he suddenly stopped, then pulled out a crystal ball from his pocket. He saw a golden dot in the crystal ball flashing crazily as if guiding something.

This is...

Richard blinked, somewhat surprised.

"Has the situation deteriorated to such an extent?" Richard said, looking into the darkness ahead, quickly estimating a rough distance—at least thirty miles from the mine where the previous alert signal came from.

At this distance, at his current speed, it would still take some time to reach.

Of course, if he exerted his full speed, he could greatly reduce the time required. But that would result in a significant loss of his combat power. By the time he arrived, it would be very dangerous, and not advisable.

So what should be done?

Thirty miles is about 15,000 meters, which is within the expected range of his long-range combat.

Although his long-range combat had not achieved the expected effect, having many drawbacks, it was still nighttime, which greatly weakened it… But with precise guidance, remote support could be attempted.

Alright then...

Numerous thoughts flashed through Richard's mind in less than a second.

The next moment, Richard flipped his hand, taking out many miniature magic tracking missiles from the Space Iron Ring. Without any hesitation, he quickly activated them one by one, letting the miniature magic tracking missiles explode with ultra-high speed, flying rapidly towards the Shambhala Mine.

After doing this, Richard chased after the miniature magic tracking missiles, merging into the night with them and disappearing from sight.

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The night continued.

The Shambhala Uranium Mine, small hill.

Cheka finally managed to control the contaminated flesh, looking very unkindly at the Witch Demon Elder.

The Witch Demon Elder Ah Fu, coughing lightly a few times, smiled and looked at Cheka, his voice hoarse, "So, kid, how about my move?"

He asked out loud, not waiting for Cheka to answer, the Witch Demon Elder turned his head to look at Pandora standing by the window inside the room, shouting, "Hey, girl! Use the crystal ball to call for help!"

Pandora in the house raised the crystal ball with her hand, shook it, and said, "Already called long ago!"

"Tsk, not bad," the Witch Demon Elder praised, turning back to look at Cheka again.

At this time, hearing the exchange between the Witch Demon Elder and Pandora, Cheka's expression became very gloomy, and he asked in a cold voice, "What, can't beat me, so you have to call for help?"

"Cough, cough." The Witch Demon Elder coughed lightly again, looking at Cheka, saying slowly, "Maybe you are right, I am indeed old, not your opponent, unwilling but it is what it is. Since this is the case, then I won't hold on; it's better to call someone. After all, I can't cause unresolvable trouble because of my stubbornness—after all, I'm an old man, not a child."

As he spoke, the old man closed his eyes, paused for half a second, and reopened them.

"That way, it's much easier for me, no need to figure out how to beat you. All I need to do is hold you off, and soon enough, someone else will come to deal with you."

"Ha!" Cheka sneered, looking at the Witch Demon Elder, "Do you think I would cooperate with you like that? Do you think, knowing you've called for help, I would stay here entangled with you? I will leave by myself, then look for another opportunity to re-enter here for investigation. Or, perhaps not come back at all, keeping you on edge forever."

"That's why I intend to keep you entangled, so everything will end tonight," the Witch Demon Elder said.

"Can you keep me entangled?"

"How do you know without trying?"

"Alright, then try," Cheka said, suddenly leaping up and retreating towards the west.

But before he retreated far, the air in front of him fluctuated, and the Witch Demon Elder appeared out of thin air. Then the Witch Demon Elder waved his hand, casting an energy spear formed by black air.

Cheka hesitated, seeing the energy spear approaching, unsure whether it was real or not, not daring to take it head-on, turning to change direction to retreat once more.

Unexpectedly, the air in that direction fluctuated again, and the Witch Demon Elder's body appeared once more.

The Witch Demon Elder lifted his eyelids, looking at Cheka, "What I'm showing you now is the truly powerful part of 'Soul Wander,' the part that has been lost. Believe me, as long as I refuse to let you leave, you definitely cannot leave."

Cheka's face darkened, looking deeply at the old man, saying, "Didn't you say that you were convinced, why insist on stopping me? You should know, if I go all out, you won't be able to stop me, it would surely be a dead end."

The Witch Demon Elder chuckled, "I am indeed convinced, and I know I may die. But people should have a purpose, right? I am old, not good enough, can't beat outstanding young people like you anymore, even my soul energy can be stolen, truly like a wasted object.

But speaking of it, even a frog in a puddle screams when a wheel rolls over it. If I completely give up struggling, wouldn't that be too unreasonable?

Now, indeed, I am useless, no longer that feared and revered big figure, the Great Witch Demon. My era has passed, this is a new era, and because of my overconfidence, trouble has arisen, not knowing the final outcome.

What can I do? I think, maybe I can only struggle like a stinking toad in the gutter, laughable and disgusting extending my legs. Even if just to splatter some sewage on you, at least I've fulfilled the meaning of a toad."

Speaking this last part, the Witch Demon Elder had a bitten expression.

Slowly, his expression turned peaceful, as if he had completely let go.

Finally, a resolute look appeared in his eyes.

Cheka looked at Cheka, suddenly somewhat dumbfounded.

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