Gray Mist raised an eyebrow, looking at Richard as he spoke: "What you’re doing now is just the thod you’ve used many tis before, isn’t it? Doing it again, is that your solution?"
"Actually, this thod is similar to before, but not entirely the sa." While continuing to build the air wall, Richard talked with Gray Mist, his expression much more relaxed and he spoke eloquently: "You know, for a long ti, I’ve been considering one thing, which is how to deal with people like you the simplest way.
’People like you’ refers to those who can continuously resurrect and entangle, making people endlessly vexed. This is really a strong point of the Truth Society, allowing mbers to lurk in the shadows and complete nurous missions without fear of sacrifice.
For the internal mbers of the Truth Society, this is naturally good, but for enemies like , it is sowhat troubleso. Offensively speaking, your thods of being killed over and over, yet not dying, are like cockroaches in the sewer, making one unable to help but be disgusted. Even though I now master quite a few small approaches to solve this situation, like prediction capabilities, destroying souls, etc., I still can’t fundantally solve it.
Now you’re an example that despite using every thod, I can’t kill you, instead I’m putting myself in a bad situation; it’s really frustrating. So what should I do? I’ve been pondering, and later ca up with an idea.
Dealing with people like you who are hard to kill, the approach shouldn’t be trying everything to kill — that would be falling into your trap and confronting your strengths; rationally, it should be decisively distancing oneself from you. Just like renting a house full of cockroaches that can’t be cleaned away, the rational choice isn’t trying hard to find the reason, but to rent a new place.
I once heard a phrase, which fits this situation well: How should one punish those hateful and disgusting to oneself? The correct way is not to attack them, refute them, or try to reform them, as that would only be wasting one’s own ti, energy, and mood. What should be done is constantly striving to leave them, to live in a better place. The further away, the better — then these people are almost as good as dead for you."
Gray Mist seed a bit unclear, looking at Richard with confusion: "You an to say you want to leave? Are you planning to use so trick to temporarily control and then take the opportunity to escape?"
"No." Richard said, "Leaving is relative. My leaving is naturally a thod, but I cannot leave this battlefield right now. Otherwise, my promises would be unfulfilled, and months of effort following the army would be wasted, unable to obtain what I want. And if I don’t leave, then I’d just have to ask you to leave. Of course, I know, you definitely won’t voluntarily leave either, so I’ll send you off."
"Send off? How will you do that?" Gray Mist was still puzzled, "I only see you trying hard to control my range of activity."
Richard heard this, blinked his eyes, and didn’t continue explaining. Instead, while continuing to form the air wall, he suddenly opened a completely unrelated topic.
"You know, I previously acquired so docunts from the Soma Alliance Royal Library, which contain fragntary spells passed down from ancient civilizations. Among them, there’s one spell, although it’s just ntioned sporadically, it intrigued .
That is a currently completely lost space spell, accurately categorized as a space-type exile technique; once successfully cast, any target can be directly exiled to a different space, aside from not getting the pleasure of personally taking down the opponent, it is actually almost no different from killing." Richard heard this here, Gray Mist’s expression suddenly underwent so subtle changes, attempting to destroy the air wall beca abruptly faster, but due to being restrained by the Blood Power Extraordinary Factor, it was nowhere near as fast as Richard’s construction, so a slender cone-shaped structure ca into completion.
Compared to the previous pyramid, this structure is more slender, like a squashed pyramid.
To accurately describe, it is like a nail.
Yes, a nail.
The "top hat" of the "nail" faces down, the "nail tip" faces up, and Gray Mist was sealed inside the "nail" by nine blood-colored energy pillars, he struggled to penetrate the nail wall and escape, but to no avail.
"If it were possible, I would like to learn the exile technique." Richard said to Gray Mist, "But because the legacy is broken, this might hardly be successful. However... as I said, don’t be shackled by imagination, because if I can’t learn the ancient civilization’s exile technique, it doesn’t hinder from creating my own exile technique.
My own exile technique, compared to the original, is much clumsier, more troubleso, and even the thod has changed — calling it physical exile is more fitting. But co to think of it, as long as the effect is achieved, it’s nothing serious, right?"
Richard looked at the Gray Mist within the "nail", smiled and said.
The expression of the Gray Mist inside the "nail" beca sowhat unpleasant.
"To be honest, initially when I was making a move, I wanted to solve you with this thod — straightforward and convenient." Richard said, "However, your ability to continuously resurrect extrely intrigues , making want to study it, test your resurrection limits, resulting in an awkward situation, which counts as overplaying it.
Actually, I am sure that your resurrection must have its limits and prices, otherwise why would you need to be killed and resurrected over and over again — self-suicide a hundred tis, unlock a hundred seals, beco an invincible being, killing anyone at will, wouldn’t it be better?
In fact, I already have several ideas for continuing to deal with you, like not killing you but weakening you as much as possible, then trying to seal you. Or taking out all nuclear weapons... but these ideas cannot guarantee complete success, they carry risks, and are too ti-consuming.
My operation is to help people, so it’s better to be neat and simple, hence I ultimately abandoned the fight, opting to exile you. Next, I will guide you to a splendid journey, hope you find joy."
After hearing these words, Gray Mist’s complexion completely changed, eyes widened, mouth opened as though to say sothing.
But Richard didn’t give the chance.
"Bang!"
Richard slapped the "nail" heavily, and the entire nail-shaped Wind Energy Extraordinary Factor building completely closed up, cutting off all connections inside and outside. The sound was blocked, leaving only the sight of Gray Mist’s lips moving, then stopping, glaring at Richard as if wanting to devour him.
Richard looked at Gray Mist but only smiled slightly, whispering, "Are you ready? Then I... will send you to the heavens."
With those words, Richard stamped his foot, leapt strongly, and grabbed the "nail" which was over twenty ters long and four to five ters in diater, driving it upward. His body, along with the "nail," went faster and higher...
People on the battlefield couldn’t help but look up, their expressions gradually becoming dazed.
It’s not that they lacked vision, but they never imagined solving the problem in such a manner.
Soon, Richard, along with the "nail," reached several hundred ters in the air. Inside the "nail," Gray Mist tried to destroy it crazily, but the nine Blood-colored Energy Pillars exerted their maximum binding strength, making any action require resisting forces from nine different directions.
At this mont, Gray Mist seed to think of sothing, glared at Richard outside the nail, and mouthed, "Your plan cannot succeed! The thing sealing cannot fly by itself unless you accompany . Otherwise, it’s impossible for to get lost in the endless sky!"
"Who told you this thing can’t fly by itself?" Richard understood Gray Mist’s words outside the "nail" and smiled, looking at Gray Mist. "Don’t you rember, not long ago you ntioned wanting to dig out the four creations from the Ancient Wizard Civilization in my body for more rational use.
I thought, since you like them so much, why not give them to you. I didn’t do this on the ground earlier for fear of interference, but now even if anyone wants to stop it, it’s too late. So, please accept them graciously."
With those words, Richard’s expression turned serious, he uttered a low shout, and faint blood mist exploded from his wrists and shoulders. Four Energy Furnaces, bright as Light Balls, erged from his body and hovered around.
Richard waved his hand, and the four Energy Furnaces plunged downwards, embedding in the prepared positions at the bottom of the "nail."
"Actually, this is the complete state of my Exile Technique, finished by combining Wind Energy Extraordinary Factor, Blood Power Extraordinary Factor, and Energy Furnace. I’ve had so thoughts about it for months, but it wasn’t truly realized until recently. Never found the right test subject, but you indeed fulfilled my wish." Richard didn’t care if Gray Mist could hear, speaking to himself, ending with, "Oh, have I ntioned the na of this self-created Exile Technique? If not, alright then, I’ll tell you, hope you rember it, it’s called..."
"Nail into the Sky!"
"Boom!"
With Richard’s words, the four positioned Energy Furnaces brightened suddenly, releasing flas several ters long downward, like rocket engines, accelerating the "nail" upwards with a roar.
Within a few breaths, the "nail" broke through the sound barrier, piercing the blue sky, flying towards the infinite cosmos.
Richard understood that under the overload operation of the four Energy Furnaces, the "nail" would go faster and faster until reaching a limit, breaking free from the planet’s gravity and successfully evading.
Then the speed would continue increasing, reaching another limit, escaping the gravity of the Constant Star, and entering the true cosmos once more.
Afterwards, it would continue flying endlessly, even if the overloaded furnaces were damaged, it would maintain forward speed, without turning back.
In summary, barring accidents, Gray Mist will be completely lost in the vast universe.
During this journey, Gray Mist can commit suicide or die due to cosmic rays, but it won’t change anything, as the opponent can resurrect. Based on previous experience, the resurrection location is always where the last death happened, so escape will never be possible. Even if escaping the "nail," the chance to return is near zero.
Their fate is to beco a "star" in the universe.
Then, goodbye!
No, it’s farewell forever!
Richard waved his hand towards the sky overhead, then slowly descended towards the ground.
...
The Alliance People on the ground, on the battlefield, gazed at Richard with fervent eyes, filled with surprise and admiration.
The Green Robed Wizard breathed a sigh of relief, stopping their Shield casting actions.
The four Magic Knight Commanders exchanged glances, their tense muscles relaxing.
Soron watched with a smile on his face, tilted his head slightly, and asked the shadow behind him, "Have you ever thought of using this thod to deal with the enemy?"
The shadow did not answer, remained silent for a mont, and then rged into Soron’s body.
Soron’s expression beca solemn, and the next mont he raised his hand and slashed down hard—this was the signal to launch the final offensive.
"Attack!"
The ssenger saw it and quickly conveyed the order, and soon the Alliance Army launched a full-on assault against the remaining Truth Society Wizards, dividing them into several sections and attempting to annihilate them completely.
The Truth Society Wizards naturally wouldn’t surrender without a fight. The forced banishnt of the Gray Mist had a huge impact on them—it made them realize that this outco was even more terrifying than death. However, they also knew that the Alliance wouldn’t spare them, and in their desperate situation, they unleashed even stronger combat power, fighting back fiercely, and at so points, they even gained a small advantage, causing considerable casualties to the Alliance.
Soron watched with a slight frown, and the Green Robed Wizard, along with four Commanders, imdiately approached the problematic area, ready to suppress it with force.
At this mont, Richard was slowly descending, nearing the ground.
"Swipe!"
Suddenly, a flash of white light and a round figure shot out from the encircled Truth Society Wizards—it was Gorlov.
If anyone was most affected by the banishnt of the Gray Mist, Gorlov would definitely be among the top three. He had always been confident in the Gray Mist, believing it could turn the situation around and teach the Alliance a harsh lesson, but never expected such a dramatic outco.
Had the people flown away?
Such a powerful manager of the Gray Mist, who was just here, was suddenly bound and sent flying to the endless heights?
He couldn’t accept, nor was he willing to accept it.
At any cost, he charged out of the encirclent towards Richard, wanting to vent his unwillingness and anger.
His thinking was clear: Richard was indeed formidable, but after a prolonged battle with the manager of the Gray Mist, he must be exhausted and injured. Most importantly, he saw with his own eyes how Richard used four Energy Furnaces to send the Gray Mist away.
Although he didn’t fully understand the inner workings of the Energy Furnace, he was certain that the Energy Furnace was crucial to Richard—without it, Richard’s combat power might significantly decrease, or he could even beco extrely weak.
If the True God could bless him, then perhaps his act of revenge wouldn’t be a aningless suicide but could actually succeed.
Yes, it could really succeed!
Gorlov gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed solely on Richard, burning with life as he closed in, closer and closer.
The Green Robed Wizard and four Commanders, who were about to help their companions, instinctively stopped and looked at Richard. Soron also looked towards Richard. What Gorlov had thought, they too had considered, and were now slightly worried, pondering whether to assist.
But in the next second, whether it was the Green Robed Wizard, the four Commanders, Soron, or Gorlov, their eyes widened involuntarily, followed by pupils constricting—that was due to the intense light stimulation.
They suddenly realized they had all thought wrong.
Yes, they thought wrong.
"Swipe!"
"Swipe!"
"Swipe!"
"Swipe!"
"Swipe!"
"Swipe!"
Six extrely bright beams of light suddenly erged from within Richard, located at both elbows, both flanks, and both hips.
The light grew brighter and brighter until it resembled six suns.
No, brighter than the sun.
These were the six modified Second Generation Energy Furnaces.
Yes, the Second Generation Energy Furnaces.
Richard had long devised a plan for improving the Energy Furnaces, and after so attempts, he finally succeeded not long ago and completed the installation just the night before.
The most notable feature of the Second Generation Energy Furnaces compared to the first generation is that they have a basic energy storage function, allowing the energy generated during normal tis to be stored and unleashed at critical monts. Although this storage has a limit, it is a step forward. As for more powerful functions, they need to wait for the third and fourth generation Energy Furnaces to achieve them.
Besides this, the volu of the Second Generation Energy Furnaces hasn’t changed much, but due to the use of so new materials, the physical burden was reduced by more than three and a half percent, thus allowing for the installation of six within the body—but because both six Second Generation Energy Furnaces and four First Generation Energy Furnaces are near the body’s limit, they cannot be used simultaneously.
For this reason, and also because the Second Generation Energy Furnaces haven’t undergone extensive testing, during the earlier battle, Richard turned off the Second Generation Energy Furnaces and only used the more familiar First Generation Energy Furnaces in combat.
Once the First Generation Energy Furnaces had sent the Gray Mist into the sky and completed their mission, the Second Generation Energy Furnaces finally had the opportunity to showcase their abilities.
The ti to showcase!
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
With a faint vibration, the six Second Generation Energy Furnaces operated at full power, growing ever brighter, enveloping Richard’s entire body in light.
Subsequently, Richard glanced at Gorlov, who was rushing over to attack, and gently raised his hand.
"Boom!"
The gathered energy blasted out in the form of a beam as thick as a barrel, giving Gorlov almost no chance to counterattack, striking his body directly, then penetrating entirely, crushing him outright, and resulting in imdiate death.
Yes, he died just that quickly.
After all, not every Truth Society mber is the Gray Mist, and not every Truth Society mber possesses power beyond that of a Level 4 Wizard. Gorlov was rely a peak Third-level Wizard, and against such overwhelming attack, he stood no chance of survival.
In fact, anyone currently on the field would et a similar fate faced with Richard.
The light on Richard’s body grew more intense, and the surrounding space seed to distort from the high energy reaction, then rippled like water. One by one, electric arcs appeared at the end of the "ripples," resembling water snakes twisting and andering in a lake, occasionally touching the ground, imdiately sparking a large splash of Mars.
At this mont, Richard appeared as if a god had descended to earth—awe-inspiring and reverential.
Richard floated, his gaze swept over all the remaining resisting mbers of the Truth Society, without saying a word but causing almost every mber of the Truth Society to shiver.
The entire field inexplicably fell silent.
Then they heard Richard softly say, "It’s over."
Yes, it was over!
The battle was over, the war was over, everything had ended.
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