Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 645 - 643: Fall

City Lord Mansion.

"Squeak creak!"

Murphy barely applied any force, and the door swung open.

Stepping into the courtyard, he was met with an intense stench of blood mixed with a pungent, acidic odor, the cause of which was unknown.

However, contrary to what he had expected, there were no bodies to be found, not a single one; the entire courtyard was eerily empty and as quiet as a haunted house.

What was going on?

Murphy scanned the courtyard, his brow deeply furrowed.

Walking cautiously, he had taken a dozen steps when he suddenly realized something. He abruptly turned his head to look at the pools of thick green liquid scattered across the courtyard, his eyes flickering uncertainly: could it be... could these liquids be the bodies? Just... dissolved? Then—

"Huff—"

Murphy took a deep breath and gripped his longsword tightly, feeling that this gave him a sense of security.

Gathering his courage, he continued toward the depths of the courtyard and into a room. Inside, he saw Lord Barth seated, frowning deeply, as if pondering some grave matter, motionless.

"Lord Barth?" Murphy called out tentatively.

"Crash!"

As his voice sounded, Lord Barth’s body suddenly slipped from the seat, crashing to the floor, and then visibly turned into a puddle of thick green liquid at the speed of sight.

Murphy’s eyes widened, sensing danger, he spun around to look at a corner of the room, locking his gaze onto a person. That person was mockingly looking over, wearing a loose white robe embroidered with various human faces, resembling pained, wailing dead, sending shivers down his spine.

"Who are you! Are you a wizard from Dorance? Did you kill Lord Barth and the soldiers in this city?" Murphy shouted.

"Heh!" the wizard in the white robe chuckled, countering, "What do you think? Don’t you already have the answer in your heart? Do you really need to ask?"

"This—"

The white-robed wizard’s face was full of contempt as he spoke slowly to Murphy, "You know, at first, I thought the guy in this room was pretty tough, so I was very cautious. But when we confronted each other, I realized that this guy was just a weak Level One Wizard who, because of his lust for luxury, was incredibly rusty with his spells and could be killed easily. But you..."

The white-robed wizard looked at Murphy: "But you, you have given me some surprises, smarter than the rest, with sufficient vigilance. Most importantly, being able to command this city’s army means you have some competence. How about this, surrender to me, join me, and you can become the new City Lord of this city."

"Trying to recruit me? Hmph, forget it! As a man of Hoske, I will never betray my kingdom. Die, Dorance scum!" Murphy roared, swinging his longsword with all his might at the white-robed wizard.

The white-robed wizard simply shook his head slightly and flicked his finger, a blob of Acid Liquid flying from his fingertip and landing on the longsword.

"Sizzle," the sound was like flames licking paper, the fine iron-forged longsword corroded away in the blink of an eye.

The corrosion spread rapidly. Murphy had no time to react when he felt a pain in his fingers, and then he lost all sensation. Looking closely, the Acid Liquid had already melted his fingers, then his palm, his arm...

The thick Acid Liquid, like alive worms, crawled up his body rapidly, corroding his entire body, with the armor providing no protection whatsoever.

"Ahh!"

Murphy screamed out in agony, his body contorting as it turned into a puddle of thick green liquid.

Moments later, the room was silent.

The white-robed wizard glanced at Murphy’s remains, shook his head slightly, and muttered, "Foolish man, blind to the situation, this is the consequence."

Having spoken, the white-robed wizard stepped over the liquid on the ground and walked out of the courtyard, onto the streets outside.

Turning toward the direction of the city wall, he could hear faint sounds of combat followed by screams of agony and the chaos of retreat.

As expected, without reinforcements, the ramparts had fallen. Dorance soldiers had taken the walls and surged inside.

The Hoske Kingdom’s Maine City had fallen, and this was only the beginning.

...

Iron Wheel Castle.

This was a great city on the border of the Dora Kingdom, also known as a fortress hailed as Never Fall, unyieldly strong. In nearly two hundred years since its construction, it had withstood over thirty assaults from different foes, including the deaths of numerous enemy commanders at its walls. Among them were four Dukes, two Princes, and one King.

Hence, Iron Wheel Castle had another moniker... Eternal City.

However, nothing can truly last forever.

On the fourth day after a heavy snowfall, the history of Iron Wheel Castle was rewritten.

...

"BOOM!"

The central section of the nearly twenty-meter-high, ten-meter-thick city wall erupted with a tremendous explosion, as if the entire earth was trembling.

Accompanied by a hail of dense stone debris scattering in all directions, the city wall was blown open by a massive breach.

Outside the city wall, Soldiers clad in Black Armor poured in like ants. Inside, Silver-armored Soldiers desperately pushed forward, trying to block them, but to no avail.

In the open space within the city, a Silver-armored Soldier Commander, an officer with a severed arm, looked at the scene at the gap with dim eyes.

A few loyal subordinates protected him while shouting, "General, the city is breached, let’s retreat to the city behind us! We will definitely have a chance to come back."

"Will there really be a chance?" The one-armed officer asked bitterly, "And do you really think we can escape now?"

With those words, the one-armed officer glanced at the ground beside him.

A charred corpse lay there. It had once been a powerful Wizard in the city, now reduced to a blackened body.

Looking toward the distance, the one-armed officer saw a Red-robed Witch, her robe embroidered with roses, descending slowly from the sky. She was stunningly beautiful, like an Angel, but to the one-armed officer, she seemed more like a Demon, merciless in killing.

"We can’t escape!" the one-armed officer clenched his teeth and drew his Sword, roaring at his men, "Don’t even think of living, things have come to this, we might as well die with some dignity."

With that, the one-armed officer charged, Sword in hand, towards the Red-robed Witch who had landed.

"Go to hell!"

The one-armed officer shouted.

The witch did not even bother to look; she waved her hand casually.

A stone engulfed in Flames rose from the ground and flew with a whistling sound, knocking the one-armed officer to the ground, then the Flames enveloped his body.

"Clang!"

The one-armed officer’s Sword fell to the ground, his body rolled over with harrowing screams, and it took a long time before he finally lay still, burnt to a crisp.

A few subordinates watched the demise of the one-armed officer and couldn’t help but swallow hard, after all, this was far from a dignified death.

The Red-robed Witch in the distance tilted her head slightly to look over; the subordinates shuddered, dropped their weapons in unison, and then raised their hands.

The Witch’s mouth curved into a slight smile and walked away without saying a word.

The subordinates left behind didn’t dare move, petrified, awaiting their fate, incapable of summoning any thought of resistance.

Dora Kingdom’s Iron Wheel Castle had fallen.

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