Chapter 1 The Dwarf King's Grudge

There are only two ways to leave this cursed space of the [Dwarf King's Grudge]: either through a secret passage or by killing the Black Dragon.

Even though Suren had found Or, the lord of the Grudge Iron Helm, and received some help, he still couldn't avoid the path of killing the Black Dragon.

This meant that if the Black Dragon didn't die, everyone in this cursed space would be trapped here.

So Suren wasn't in a hurry to go out and find trouble with those people these days.

In a distant mountain valley of the Giant God Mountain, several thousand mages had set up a camp.

They had fought the Black Dragon to a standstill ten days ago, which allowed them to save most of the members of the magic legion. These days, they had been looking for a way to leave this cursed rift.

The mages looked gloomy, and their situation was clearly not optimistic.

Logically speaking, their ten-thousand-strong magic legion would be enough to sweep through a broken alchemical plane, but they didn't expect to encounter such a desperate situation as soon as they arrived.

In the forest camp, the mages had already built magic towers to gather magic power.

Several middle-aged mages were discussing countermeasures.

"How's the situation?"

"We still haven't found any other way to break the situation. Those mountain dwarves are all hiding in underground caves, and the possibility of getting information out of them is not high. As soon as we get close, they act like they're going to fight to the death. It's not that we can't kill them, but the fighting would be too loud. If we attract the Black Dragon, and Lord Boris is injured again, our situation will become even worse."

"It seems that if we want to leave this 'time-space rift,' we have to kill that Black Dragon."

"Damn it. If it wasn't for that hateful native causing trouble, we could have killed that Black Dragon and broken the time-space rift ten days ago!"

"Prepare yourselves. When Lord Boris recovers from his injuries, we'll use a magic trap to lure and kill that Black Dragon. Also, pay close attention to the area around the camp. That native may be hiding somewhere, waiting to scheme against us. These days, I always feel like someone is spying on our camp..."

"..."

As Suren expected, the ten-thousand-strong magic legion also had some means of sacrificing a part to save the whole.

In the previous battle, Boris, one of the two eighth-tier Archmages, used a secret burst technique to exchange his serious injury for repelling the Black Dragon.

But the current situation was that the Black Dragon was indeed repelled, but the severely damaged magic legion also needed time to recuperate.

Fortunately, if they were given some more time and paid a certain price, they would still have a chance to get out.

...

At the same time.

In the extreme distance, on an inconspicuous mountain top, there was a very hidden abandoned mine.

More than a dozen mechanical warriors from the Mafa Empire had also been hiding here for ten days.

The military had intelligence about this "T-level" cursed space before, but they didn't expect to be involved in it themselves.

When they discovered that the Adventurers Guild had issued a large-scale reclamation mission, the Mafa officials learned the information, knew that there was something fishy, and sent experts to investigate.

It was also these few people who, at the same time that Suren killed the five-person magic legion following the Iron Shield Adventurer Group and destroyed an array node, destroyed another array node of the plane magic array.

If Suren were here, he would definitely recognize one of them, the hostage Miss Dora Moses whom he had once kidnapped.

At this moment, this Miss Hostage was holding a telescope, watching the magic camp in the distance, with a detached expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Colonel Dora, it's been ten days. Do we still have to keep hiding?"

"What else? We can't beat that Black Dragon, and we can't beat the ten-thousand-strong magic legion. We can only wait for them to break open this cursed space, or wait for the military to send experts to rescue us. Moreover, this ten-thousand-strong magic legion is a great threat to the empire. We must not let them leave here alive easily. If they really go to kill that Black Dragon, we have to find a way to create some trouble for them."

"..."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became serious.

As professional soldiers, they had long been prepared to dedicate themselves to the empire.

But on the other hand, it also meant they were tying down a ten-thousand-strong magic legion from a celestial plane.

These days, they had also been looking for a way to break the cursed space.

However, the dwarves' underground mine tunnels were too complicated, and there were all kinds of mutated monsters, making it full of dangers.

In a short period of time, it was impossible for them to investigate clearly with just this team of people.

Moreover, the final destination of all the clues seemed to be the dwarven underground city, which happened to be the lair of that evil dragon. This had become a dead end again.

They couldn't get out no matter what if they didn't kill the Black Dragon.

Dora thought of this and continued what she had said before: "Or just wait for an opportunity."

Her companions obviously knew what this meant.

At this time, someone else spoke solemnly: "Colonel Dora, that person who destroyed the magic legion's magic circle has completely disappeared. I'm afraid he has already found some other way to escape. Are we still going to continue looking for him?"

Hearing this, Dora shook her head and said firmly: "That guy definitely hasn't left. His spatial ability is very strong. He could have avoided it before. But since he came in, it means that he is probably sure of getting out. This cursed space is not very dangerous to him, and he will definitely choose to stay and obtain more benefits..."

"..."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became complicated and solemn again.

The future situation was full of unknowns, and death was like an lingering cloud in their hearts, making the atmosphere very oppressive.

At this time, a middle-aged man with three golden stars on his shoulders suddenly spoke and asked, "By the way, Dora, who exactly is that person? We don't seem to have such a person in Mafa... And, you seem to have a lot of confidence in him?"

This major general-level combatant had always been in a good mood, and his face had always been calm.

Dora glanced at the middle-aged man and knew what he was guessing.

After all, in terms of seniority, this major general was still her uncle.

She didn't know what her grandfather had said after he came back, but the fact that she was kidnapped and blackmailed for ransom had become a joke among the upper echelons of the empire. The elders always liked to tease her about it.

Dora pursed her lips and said with a slightly helpless tone: "Uncle Sam, it's the one you're thinking of."

However, she didn't say much about Suren's identity, but instead said: "That guy is indeed very strong, but not enough to change the current situation. I just think that he should have mastered some special information about this space and has some clever methods. For example... if I were him, I would think of a way to lure that Black Dragon again and kill all these guys."

Hearing this, the major general said again: "Oh? Are you sure he would take such a big risk to kill these people?"

Being able to use the situation to cause a mutually destructive outcome was already a very rare opportunity.

However, he was not from Mafa, so why would he take this risk?

"Very sure."

Dora spread her hands, as if thinking of something, and said: "His talent is related to the law of death, and he can become stronger by killing people. Moreover, that guy is very greedy for money. Ordinary mages are richer than Mechanical Alchemists. This ten-thousand-strong magic legion from the celestial plane is a windfall..."

Thinking of the guy who was full of lofty talk about the survival of civilization but still blackmailed her, Dora still felt it was so hateful!

Moreover, nothing good ever happened when she met that guy.

The first time she met him was on Gold-Digging Island. Years of infiltration plans were in vain, and the family also had to pay a large ransom;

This time she met him, she was involved in a "T-level space";

In short, it was a very unpleasant encounter.

Major General Sam frowned thoughtfully.

...

Suren, wrapped in a shroud, installed some high-explosive explosives near the Dwarf King's treasure-filled palace, and then teleported out with Number Nineteen.

They did not directly look for the Black Dragon who was recuperating on the pile of treasure. Instead, they planned to find the ten-thousand-strong magic legion first.

Although the area of this cursed space was large, it was not without end.

After Suren advanced to the seventh rank, his perception also increased greatly.

Without much effort, the two found the magic camp hidden in the forest.

On a hillside, Suren and Number Nineteen stopped behind a giant tree, observing the forest in the distance from afar.

The surroundings were dense with giant trees, which looked normal, and shrouded in darkness.

Number Nineteen glanced around, didn't find any enemies, and asked directly, "Did you see anything?"

Suren said, "At nine o'clock, there's a camp 1,500 meters away. There's a magic barrier that disrupts perception, so I can't see it. Did you see those owls? We don't have this kind of raptor in our plane. This is the [Spirit Eye Barn Owl], which the mages of the celestial plane like to keep. It has strong hearing and vision, and is very alert. It can also establish a magic contract... It is the best magic sentry."

There were many birds in the forest, and they were inconspicuous.

Hearing this, Number Nineteen noticed the barn owls on the trees.

Her mechanical eye had a thermal imager, and she saw that the position of those barn owls was indeed very special, like sentries monitoring the surroundings of the forest. Once a few points were determined, it was not difficult to deduce that there was a camp there.

However, Suren didn't see it through the birds, but through soul perception.

Although the magic barrier could limit perception, soul fluctuations were very clear.

There were many people in the camp.

The two didn't act directly, but changed a few directions and discovered more magic camps hidden in the forest.

Finally, when they found the third camp, Suren stopped again.

This time, he seemed to have confirmed something. His eyes flashed sharply, and he murmured to himself, "So, these guys are planning this..."

Number Nineteen looked over, with a questioning look in her eyes.

She found that after being with Suren, she didn't have to think for herself. Suren could always consider everything very carefully.

Suren now had a very deep understanding of the methods of magic legions. Seeing the location of these camps, he guessed what was going on and explained: "They should be preparing a super-large magic trap, [Forbidden Spell: No-Sky Forbidden Domain], which has anti-air and magic chains. It is usually used to encircle and kill large top-tier magic beasts."

He knew very well that the ten-thousand-strong magic legion was caught off guard in the battle ten days ago, which was why they suffered heavy losses.

In fact, the methods of the ten-thousand-strong magic legion were far more than that.

If they prepared in advance, they would have the ability to kill the Black Dragon.

"Mm."

Number Nineteen listened, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

She understood what Suren meant.

What the enemy was preparing was what they had to destroy.

The two didn't communicate much, but they knew what to do.

Suren held a black umbrella in his right hand, released his perception with all his strength, tapped the tree trunk with his left hand, and then said a number to himself as if he were talking to himself: "Five hundred and thirty-one!"

This was a camp of a five-hundred-man legion.

There were about ten or more seventh-tier professionals, and the others were all sixth-tier and fifth-tier mages.

Under normal circumstances, an organized five-hundred-man magic legion could block an eighth-tier professional for a moment, even.

Seeing this, Suren narrowed his eyes slightly and said directly: "There are magic warning devices near the camp. If we get close, we will be discovered. So... I will rush in directly. You just wait, and everything will be done according to plan."

Number Nineteen listened and nodded: "Mm."

The two had already discussed the battle plan before coming, so they didn't say much more.

Suren pinched a warlock seal, and the whole person disappeared in place.

Looking again, a commotion suddenly exploded in the camp a thousand meters away.

...

Although the camp had a warning device, Suren rushed in brazenly, not giving the enemy time to react at all.

After all, space mages were very rare.

And there were even fewer who were stronger than Suren.

When he teleported into the magic tower with the strongest soul fluctuations, eight mages were meditating.

The alarm and the enemy appeared at the same time.

These guys were shocked to see a stranger suddenly appearing in the magic tower.

They instinctively raised their staffs to prepare to fight back.

But since he had already launched a surprise attack at close range, how could Suren give the enemy a chance?

When he was at the sixth rank, Suren was still suppressed by the rank when facing these seventh-rank mages, and many of his methods were not as lethal as he would have liked.

But now it was different.

Within the same rank, Suren was no less than anyone else.

Moreover, the difference between Mechanical Alchemists and mages was immediately revealed!

Mechanical Alchemists had advanced all the way, relying purely on their own knowledge of the universe in this plane where the laws were incomplete, and only then did they advance with difficulty.

But mages were believers of gods.

As long as they were devout enough, the gods they believed in would grant them corresponding insights during some key advancements.

One was a wild grass in the desert, growing on its own; the other was a greenhouse with sufficient nutrients, cultivated by someone; they grew equally tall, but the processes they went through were completely different, and their toughness was also different!

As soon as Suren appeared, he pinched a warlock seal: "Domain: Living Forbidden Zone!"

A domineering aura instantly surrounded his body, his body was like the source of spreading darkness, and a strange black light visible to the naked eye overflowed.

After advancing to the seventh rank, he finally completely mastered this super-strong killing method that only top professionals could use freely!

The seventh rank was a watershed for top Mechanical Alchemists, and the most important difference was the "domain," which brought about a qualitative change in combat power.

The domain was a knife, and also a shield.

If your knife was sharp enough, you could cut through the other party's shield;

If your shield was strong enough, you could block the enemy's knife.

Just like the [Forbidden Nun] Jona Ber's life drain before, if you couldn't resist the power of time passing, in the range of the domain, the enemy wouldn't even have the qualifications to fight.

And Suren's death-type [Domain: Living Forbidden Zone] was very special, almost not restrained by any means, and almost restrained any law domain.

Although he had only comprehended it recently, it was already showing its domineering power.

The eight seventh-tier Archmages raised their staffs, and various magic shields lit up on their bodies, and various elemental domains were also released.

Unfortunately, Suren's domain was like the night, and when it descended, all light was pushed back!

Even if he was fighting eight against one, the darkness on Suren's body eroded all the light around him.

In just an instant, all the light in the huge magic tower was suppressed and turned into starlight, and several mages could only gather their domains and protect themselves in a hurry.

Moreover, it wasn't just that!

They also found that when they were in the divine flowing light, their bodies were being eroded by a strange corrosive force.

Lifespan and flesh were flowing away at a terrifying speed.

They couldn't resist it!

...

"How is this possible!"

The old wind-type Archmage in the lead, wearing a blue robe, was shocked when they met.

As the leader of the sub-group, he had the strength to overwhelm most mages of the same rank.

But even so, facing this sudden enemy, he still felt the pressure of death approaching in one fell swoop.

What surprised him even more was that facing that black domain, he actually had a strong feeling of law suppression!

This was a suppression on the level of cognition. There were no flaws in the other party's domain!

The strange death aura in that domain was like a sharp needle, piercing into his protective magic shield, and his life was leaking like a deflated ball.

If he was like this, how could his companions who were not as skilled as him hold on?

"Damn it!"

The old Archmage cursed in his heart, and reacted very quickly, shouting: "Go!"

As soon as Suren appeared, these people recognized him.

That iconic law of death, wasn't that the guy who caused trouble before?

But clearly he was still a sixth-tier Mechanical Alchemist ten days ago, now he was seventh-tier?

And not only had he advanced, but why was he so ridiculously strong!

If the eight mages in this magic tower hadn't had a tacit understanding of joining forces and their aura was connected, they would have been wiped out by the strange domain in one fell swoop!

The magic halo exploded, and with the rebounding force, several mages blasted themselves out.

With a series of loud "bangs," several large holes were smashed into the rune stone walls of the magic tower, and figures flew out.

Seeing this, how could Suren let these people escape so easily?

When he was at the sixth rank, it wasn't difficult for him to kill these seventh-rank Archmages, let alone now that he was already at the seventh rank?

Aiming at the three who were the slowest to escape among the eight, he magically conjured a black scythe and slashed out fiercely.

After advancing to the seventh rank, his understanding of the law had reached a new level, and the power of the black scythe's normal attacks with the blessing of the law had also risen sharply.

The black light flowed on the scythe's blade, enveloping the space cracks, and he slashed three times in a row with "swish," "swish," and "swish."

The three who were the slowest to escape were also the weakest. They had already been most affected by the [Living Forbidden Zone] and had a large amount of life force drained in an instant. Now that the black scythe was slashing, they had almost no ability to resist, and their magic shields were easily broken.

From the time Suren appeared in the magic tower to the time of their deaths, it was only a matter of two breaths. The horror on the faces of the three had not fully emerged before their heads fell to the ground.

After killing three people in a row, Suren didn't even look at them. The death god phantom behind him emerged and reaped the souls of the severed heads expressionlessly.

He didn't stop and chased out again!

...

The camp suddenly exploded with violent fighting, and the mages who were meditating in the tents came out to see what was going on.

But before they could figure out what was happening, they happened to see a scene of several leaders flying out of the magic tower in a mess.

Through the holes in the magic tower, they also saw the three corpses in the tower.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

However, at the moment when their eyes were frozen, the killing god holding the black scythe had already rushed out.

He raised the scythe and cut down again, cutting an Archmage in half, and blood splattered everywhere.

Then the mages reacted, and people shouted one after another: "Form the formation! Form the formation!"

These battle-hardened legion-style mages quickly gathered in piles, with thirty to fifty people condensing into small squads, and a dozen squads covering each other. The legion magic tools were taken out, giant magic shields were propped up, and others were chanting offensive magic.

Defensive counterattack was the basic operation when the legion encountered danger.

With the reaction speed and organizational discipline of these professional soldiers, no casual groups like adventurers could compare. The legion battle formation was also a wonderful application of the qualitative change in the number of people.

Normally speaking, as long as it wasn't the eighth rank, it was enough for them to protect themselves completely.

Unfortunately, the enemy was Suren.

Now he understood the magic legion too well!

Before breaking into the camp alone, he had already thought of how these mages would react, almost without any difference.

At the same time that he killed another seventh-rank Archmage from the magic tower, Suren also tore out a string of space scrolls, and a thought flashed in his mind: "I might as well try the 'magic-breaking battle formation' I've researched!"

He pinched a warlock seal, and a phantom of a cross quickly condensed in the sky

Suren narrowed his eyes, and whispered in his heart: "Puppet Theater - Iron Knight Regiment!"

"Boom," "boom," "boom"...

The scroll exploded.

Looking again, a statue of a gargoyle gleaming with silver light suddenly appeared in the huge camp.

There were as many as one hundred!

These gargoyles were too rough, and even the coating on the body surface was not done, and all kinds of exposed runes were full.

These were the gargoyles that the war workshop had been working overtime to make in the past ten days.

Although they were very rough, they were barely enough for now.

And not only gargoyles, in order to make up a thousand-man regiment, there were also mechanical knights wearing magic armor, and a mechanical beast that was originally at the seventh rank!

A thousand steel puppets instantly outnumbered this five-hundred-man mage regiment.

...

The enemy was proficient in magic battle formations, and Suren was also proficient in various knight regiment battle formations.

One close combat legion and one long-range legion originally had their own advantages.

But now that they were fighting face-to-face, the difference was clear.

This was also the first time Suren's mechanical regiment had appeared.

He controlled the puppets and rushed towards the various magic legions.

At this moment, his thoughts were as calm as a cold machine, calmly, rationally, and keenly capturing everything on the battlefield.

Because he knew the shortcomings of the magic legion in detail, the breakthrough points chosen by the mechanical puppet regiment were very tricky.

A thousand mechanical puppets were divided into several teams, covering each other and cooperating with each other.

The legion's charge was unstoppable!

The mages who were attacked face-to-face, in addition to panicked reactions, only had the fear of being close to death.

One wave of mechanical cannon fodder was responsible for breaking the shield, and the other wave followed closely. Steel collided with flesh, and even rune mages with strong bodies did not dare to confront it head-on.

Also, because Suren commanded alone, there were no mistakes in cooperation.

The thousand-man regiment could hit wherever they were told.

The mechanical regiment was like a sharp knife, repeatedly interspersed in the camp, with corpses lying everywhere and blood flowing like rivers.

After charging a few more times, the mages with flesh and blood had already collapsed.

How could they stop the puppets that were not afraid of death, not afraid of pain, and whose magic damage was painless to them?

If the mages of the magic legion died, they were gone, but the mechanical legion was essentially a consumable, and the materials could be recycled and reused.

Even if a batch was damaged in battle, Suren could quickly replenish another batch.

The magic legion was getting smaller and smaller, but the mechanical legion never seemed to be any fewer!

As one ebbed and the other flowed, this five-hundred-man magic legion had no power to resist at all.

What's more, there was Suren!

Once the death domain was unfolded, black light was constantly extracting everyone's vitality.

Wherever he went, there was bound to be a scene of destruction.

Where did those high-level mages from the celestial plane not think of killing him, the puppet controller?

Unfortunately...

Suren's current strength could not be killed by these few people at all.

He had the protection of the mechanical regiment, the ability to shift in the void, and his close combat power was also extremely strong. He had almost no shortcomings.

He could run and fight.

It could be said that it was impossible to pose any threat to him without condensing a large battle formation of more than a thousand people.

Even if the Holy Crusaders came again, Suren didn't think anyone could defeat him within the same rank.

As for these hundred-man groups in front of him?

They scattered as soon as he charged.

In just a few encounters, the huge mage camp was torn apart.

...

In the dense forest a thousand meters away.

Number Nineteen personally watched Suren break into the enemy camp alone, and she was originally a little worried.

More than five hundred mages, a dozen seventh-tier... If it were her, she thought that even if she had this super armor, it would probably take a lot of effort to defeat the enemy.

What's more, the enemy had a large number of people, and there might be some powerful methods.

However, Number Nineteen's worries were not too strong, when she suddenly saw an explosion in the camp.

The fierce fighting resounded throughout the forest.

Before a few breaths passed, the magic barrier was destroyed, and the tragic scene appeared before her eyes.

When Number Nineteen saw the exaggerated number of mechanical puppets in the camp, her eyes trembled and her heart was also shocked: "What! Has his puppetry reached this level?"

Looking at the scene of the thousand mechanical puppets wantonly killing in the enemy camp, she didn't know how to describe her feelings.

Number Nineteen knew that Suren was very strong, and also knew that he had just advanced to the seventh rank, and that the death domain was very strong.

But this puppet legion was a method that she didn't know at all.

She had never thought that a puppeteer could control so many puppets at the same time.

Moreover, the battle of those mechanical puppets was not chaotic, but was obviously in line with some knight charge formations!

Seeing the proud figure covered by the phantom of the god of death in the distance, Number Nineteen was shocked and her worries subsided, and she murmured: "He has become so strong after advancing..."

Every time he made a move, she could always see jaw-dropping methods and exciting surprises from Suren.

...

At the same time, the battle in the forest attracted everyone nearby.

On that inconspicuous mountain, the Mafa group also noticed it immediately.

Almost at the first moment the battle started, birds flew in the dense forest, and the observer shouted urgently: "Colonel Dora, there's movement over there!"

Hearing this, Dora quickly walked out of the cave and took out her telescope.

Looking at it, the trees in the battle area were collapsing piece by piece, and the violent magic fluctuations dyed the sky red.

Seeing the iconic puppet crucifix, Dora immediately recognized it: "Puppet Theater! It's really that guy!"

Looking at the dense silver gargoyles again, she was shocked and complained: "This guy really made the [Living Silver] into puppets..."

Not surprisingly, some of those gargoyles were contributed by her Moses family.

The forest was very dense, and it was not clear what the specific battle situation was from a distance.

But just looking at the magic power fluctuations, she could tell that the mages were not in good shape.

But there was more than one camp in that forest!

Dora frowned and said in confusion, "It's strange... If he goes to raid a small camp, it will definitely attract the siege of the ten-thousand-man legion. Although this guy has become very strong now, where does he have the confidence to fight head-on against two eighth-tier Archmages?"

As soon as this thought arose, she suddenly thought of something: "Eh... Could it be that Black Dragon? No, that Black Dragon was severely injured last time, and it may not be lured out this time. If it doesn't come, even if that guy knows space teleportation, he may not be able to survive under the hands of two eighth-tier Archmages."

A look of confusion flashed across her face, and Dora couldn't figure it out.

At this time, she thought of something, pinched a warlock seal, and whispered: "Armor - Disarm!"

Looking again, there was only absolute rational cold light left in her eyes.

Countless thoughts flashed in her mind, like a computer running at high speed, and quickly came to the most logical inference.

She suddenly realized: "That's right, there must be a large stock of [Living Silver] in the dwarf underground city! This guy dares to be so reckless now, I'm afraid he has full confidence. These mages have been looking for him these days, but they haven't been able to find him... The most likely thing is that he has been hiding in the underground city of that dragon's lair. Perhaps he has found the 'Lord of Grudge' and obtained some key information..."

Thinking of this, Dora had already obtained a reasoning result that was extremely close to the truth.

She narrowed her eyes, and drew this reasoning conclusion, and murmured: "That guy... I'm afraid he intends to bury the entire ten-thousand-man legion in this cursed space."

Hearing this murmur, Major General Sam turned his head and glanced at her, showing a look of disbelief.

He, an eighth-level modified mechanical warrior, didn't have the slightest confidence, but a sixth-level professional, are you sure he can do it?
Hu Die Lan