Chapter 1707: 464 Ether Star Core and the Theft of Authority_4
A few seconds later.
He watched the Butterfly expressionlessly:
“Why hasn’t it exploded yet?”
The Butterfly’s face stiffened, muttering with so disbelief:
“Did you actually infuse it with mana?”
Matthew raised an eyebrow:
...
“Otherwise?”
The Butterfly said sheepishly:
“Alright then.”
“It seems you truly are not afraid of the star core exploding.”
Matthew shrugged his shoulders:
“I just know that one of the common faults among Machinists is their love for jokes.”
“I also know that you wouldn’t design a startup chanism so prone to accidental activation.”
“Of course, I’m not afraid of it exploding right now either…”
The Butterfly stared deeply at Matthew.
These last few sentences were loaded with a lot of information—
That not only did Matthew have a way to preserve himself from the explosion of the Ether Star Core but he might even be capable of controlling the extent of its explosion.
This added a certain unusual luster to the Butterfly’s eyes.
Only Matthew himself knew.
That even if the Ether Star Core exploded now, he could throw it into Lost Paradise in the nick of ti, thereby reducing the harm from the explosion to a minimum.
At most it would just be a waste of so Founder Authority and Spiritual Power.
Right.
Perhaps he’ll have to trouble Old Tai to die yet another ti…
No more than that.
That was also one of the reasons he dared to accept the star core.
After binding Lost Paradise.
Matthew indeed felt much more confident.
“Then, I’ll leave the turmoil this ti in your hands.”
“All the Elental Lifes in the city will be at your disposal, and if there are any other aspects that require coordination, you can send soone to notify .”
“Mr. Weining, the most promising newcor of Innocent Balance, how about he take charge of the liaison between you and ?”
The Butterfly was silent for a while, then implicitly signaled his intent to end the eting.
Matthew had no objections to this.
The newly appointed Canning City Lord had already given him enough surprises.
The only regret was not seeing the legendary Lotus Sword Saint.
He nodded, prepared to leave.
However,
Before boarding the Magic Balloon prepared by Weining,
Matthew suddenly turned to look at the Butterfly and whispered in his ear using a Sound Transmission Spell:
“This is actually a commission from the witch, isn’t it?”
The Butterfly’s face stiffened.
Suddenly he whispered back:
“I won’t admit to it.”
Matthew smiled, turned, and boarded the Magic Balloon, slowly leaving.
The Butterfly’s reaction had undoubtedly confird his suspicions.
The witch referred to, of course, was that witch from the Dragon Lich Sect.
The Butterfly, this legendary Machinist, certainly had a complicated background, but without a doubt, his decision to hand over the Ether Star Core to himself was probably instructed by Isabelle.
He may not have joined the Dragon Lich Sect.
But he certainly contacted Isabelle through so other channel, thereby becoming a pawn of the Alliance or Isabelle herself in Order City.
The Dragon Lich Sect emblem at the beginning.
Was both a probe and a hint.
The Butterfly’s conversation with Matthew could represent a test of Isabelle’s will.
It could also just be his own struggle before handing over the Ether Star Core.
But no matter what,
The trend of the Alliance’s upper echelons, or rather Isabelle herself, wanting to ddle in Order City was settled.
Matthew was well aware.
Anything that drew a Heavenly Mage’s high level of concern was bound to be complicated.
Behind it could lie far-reaching implications.
The first thing he thought of was—
“The Golden Ship!”
…
Riding the Magic Balloon back above the Ruins,
The battleground of survival had already co to the final stages.
To Matthew’s surprise, the Red Dragon Druid had not yet been eliminated by the others!
This creature fought more fiercely as the battle progressed, it looked almost to the brink, yet every competitor that charged headlong into battle ended up as one of the miserable skeletons beneath the dragon’s feet!
Surrounding the Ruins,
Only a little more than forty of the offspring of the God of Murder remained.
Aside from the Red Dragon Druid,
The other few formidable contenders Matthew had previously favored also survived,
But were all in bad shape.
The Red Dragon looked as if he had only a breath left,
Even a magic missile seed capable of bringing him down.
But no one dared to try any longer.
In the end,
As the risk-taking hobgoblin assassin had his chest ripped open by a slap from the Red Dragon Druid, the latter gulped down the hobgoblin’s body in one swallow.
Afterward, he could no longer maintain the Shapeshifting Form, reverting to the appearance of a blood-drenched savage.
He collapsed onto the blood-soaked ground, looking like a demon that had returned from purgatory.
He appeared to be extrely weak.
Even so,
The onlookers trembled with fear, none daring to approach any longer.
They discreetly stayed far away,
As if they could only hope for the Red Dragon Druid to die on his own—
But that was obviously not going to happen.
The Druid’s breath was weak, but he was visibly regaining his Strength.
Elents of murder focused around his chest,
The pale red light was like a lantern in a rainy night, possessing a dim and tragic beauty.
Waves of Intimidating aura spread out like ripples in all directions,
That was the sign he was about to ascend to demigodhood!
“I give you a choice, submit to !”
The Red Dragon Druid, gasping for breath, ordered a lean human assassin.
Suddenly,
The assassin’s body glowed red, his face showed resistance, but his body involuntarily walked towards the Red Dragon Druid!
“I, I submit…”
The human assassin approached the Druid, speaking in terror.
But the latter only grabbed the assassin’s shoulders impatiently, then twisted his hands violently, twisting the human assassin’s head right off!
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