Unknowingly.
Duncan had already taken advantage of the chaos to kill over ten enemy units, not just the cultists, but also the people of the chanical Divine Sect.
Since everyone disregarded human life, he conford to local customs.
Even if it ant dying here today!
Duncan was determined to forcibly elevate Human Form No. 3’s strength to approach the level of an Upper-Rank Heroic Spirit.
At this mont, he had already approached the ruins of the industrial district. As the whistling shells streaked across the sky, the artillery fortifications of the chanical Divine Sect launched another bombardnt. This ti, however, it was very close to his position, and amidst the violent explosions, a small piece of steel fragnt embedded itself in his back, reducing the Life Bar by a notch.
"Shit!"
The artillery bombardnt was truly annoying; everyone had beco the version of themselves they hated most.
Gritting his teeth, Duncan retreated while pulling out the steel fragnt from his back. He had engraved regeneration ability, so this kind of injury was no big deal—it would heal almost completely after a while.
At this ti, the Witch Demon Konggs eagerly said, "Your Majesty."
"Do you need to heal you?"
Duncan shook his head expressionlessly and said, "No need."
"Do you have any large-scale destructive curiosities?"
Relying solely on firearms to pick off targets one by one was too slow; Duncan needed to enhance his Mana Pool by at least eliminating hundreds or thousands of casting units. World No. 3 was different from other places; with the chanical Divine Sect suppressing reality, he had to seize the opportunity now.
"I do."
The Witch Demon Konggs decisively said, "I still have ancient scrolls from the Mythical Era in my Dinsion Space and a magic wand from ancient elves."
"Your Majesty? Do you need to get them for you?"
Duncan’s figure moved again; he no longer limited himself to attacking cultists. Holding the Judicator T130, he directly aid at a heavily injured steel warrior, and with the armor-piercing bullet tearing through the air, the warrior’s head exploded instantly.
This guy was like a at grinder, having killed thousands of the living dead and not even sparing any unlucky heavily injured civilians.
The people of the chanical Divine Sect were all emotionally indifferent, leaving no survivors once the Purification Agreent was initiated.
At this mont, on the projection page’s human-shaped Mark, Human Form No. 3’s skin seed to have reached a certain critical point, and a new ability erged.
—— "Steel Skin (Special Ability): Your skin has been steel-casted, making it as tough as steel, significantly enhancing your innate armor and providing slight damage reduction."
(Innate Armor 5, Damage Reduction 10 points.)
At so point, Duncan’s skin had already taken on a faint silver-gray tint, but it quickly returned to a normal skin tone.
Innate Armor.
Duncan was very familiar with this ability because Giant Dragons have innate armor, and so do Lizardn, Kobolds, Snake-n, and other creatures with natural scale armor. However, his Steel Skin seems to have mutated because it integrated the Dragon Bloodline ability, possessing an innate armor and damage reduction far superior to a conventional steel-cast chanical cultivator.
At this point, conventional blades could only leave faint scratches on Duncan’s skin.
His skin was equivalent to being a piece of plate armor.
This was only the first stage of the Steel Angles’ School reinforcent. First ca the skin, then muscles, followed by bones, and finally, the innate defensive capabilities would gradually improve until possessing defensive abilities no less than that of steel-cast chas.
But this enhancent does not affect one’s agility, possessing mobility far exceeding that of combat chas, like a living humanoid Gundam.
As for the final chanical angelization, it’s not within the reach of ordinary church cultists.
The Steel Cast school’s innate armor and body strength can be stacked to terrifying levels, with so high-tier steel warriors becoming completely immune to conventional firearms.
A dark rift appeared.
The Witch Demon Konggs’ skull extended two Ghostly Hands, retrieving two ancient scrolls from his Dinsion Space. The material seed made from demon skin, with dense dark red scale-like bumps. Behind the dark rift was a tomb-like space, although not very large, with several stone sarcophagi.
—— "Withering Death Technique (Necromancy School): Ancient high-tier magic, dealing damage to all living things within a large area, evaporating any living being’s moisture within the casting range. The scroll is infused with magic, and the spell is strong."
—— "Banshee’s Wail (Necromancy School): Ancient high-tier magic, summoning the projection of a Death Banshee to launch a deathwave attack on enemies in a large area. Under the terrifying wail, all who hear it perish; creatures failing the immunity judgnt die instantly."
This stuff is really an antique.
The Witch Demon Konggs opened a stone coffin to take it out, as if it were a personal burial item.
This is magic from the Mythical Era.
Unlike the various magical rituals of the Mysterious Era, the magic of the Mythical Era favored brute force producing miracles. That period was precisely the peak of Elental Tides, a rather active era for various mythical creatures, with even the incarnations of gods frequently walking among mortals.
If you were strong enough, you could even sleep with the incarnation of a goddess.
Duncan picked up the ancient scroll.
In the projection mark of the Dinsion Space, the third Human Form displayed two ancient curiosities equipped, which could be activated and used through one’s mana.
At this mont, another round of bombardnt swept over.
A continuous stream of firepower coverage caused the industrial district’s ceiling to collapse, initiating a chain reaction akin to an earthquake, with boulders falling one after another. The intervals between the Platform Layers of the Nest City were very large, and the area they were in should have been thousands of ters underground.
Withering Death Technique.
Seizing the opportunity, Duncan tore open the scroll in his hand instantly after the bombardnt. There was nothing much to care about now; nearly all the civilians died in the earlier waves of the assault. Having adapted to the brutal world of the third dinsion, only the most basic moral bottom line was left for him.
A scorching wave surged outwards in all directions!
Although ancient magic was gradually being phased out, it did not an its lethality was insufficient. With the spreading red heat wave, those cultists enveloped within instantly let out incredibly shrill wails, and in the next second, the moisture in their bodies was completely evaporated, even the awakened Tree Sea Evil Spirit was evaporated within it.
Mummified corpses surfaced one by one.
Units with a rank of three stars or higher might still survive, but no other enemies were spared; all turned into mummy-like corpses. Even the affected units of the chanical Defense Army and chanical Cultivators had their bodily moisture completely evaporated, with only the chanical parts remaining intact.
As for the chanical Cultivators, their situation was sowhat peculiar, as the evaporated moisture seed as viscous as engine oil, and a few even caught fire directly.
A dense field of faint spiritual light erged.
The expression of the Lich Konggs turned increasingly awe-struck, for he could feel Duncan’s power growing stronger, with a Wind of Magic forming in his Mana Pool, like that of a giant dragon, forming a small vortex of magic.
Not enough! Just a bit more!
Duncan couldn’t help but cast his gaze towards the central area of the battlefield, where the Steel Angels and Panosis, the Balancer of All Things, were already fighting fiercely, shattering the entire Platform Layer and exposing the abyssal chasm deep underground.
Even Lady Fungus was drawn by the magical fluctuations here. She turned her head to glance in Duncan’s direction, her expression tinged with a hint of shock.
She had discovered the Lich’s skull.
As a remnant of the old era, she even recognized Lich Konggs, just not understanding why this renowned Lich from the Mysterious Era had disguised as a Servo Skull at this mont.
"Your Majesty."
"That hidden necromancer has discovered us."
Lich Konggs murmured: "Should we root it out?"
"The other party seems to have transford into a Shadow Soul form!"
Duncan shook his head slightly, having already seen a unit with a five-star silver-grey mark. But as long as the target did not launch an attack, he didn’t need to bother for now.
Banshee’s Wail.
In the square area of large-scale lee between the chanical Divine Sect and cultists, suddenly, the fuzzy spectral image of a banshee appeared, rapidly coalescing. Upon fully forming, she let out a trendously terrifying shriek.
This was a powerful spell indiscriminate of friend or foe. The death wave spread outwards in all directions, and amidst the exploding skulls, figures fell like wheat being harvested.
Even a Disaster ssenger caught off guard was affected; despite being marked with a four-star silver-grey mark, his skull bled from seven orifices, slumping to the ground, having already succumbed to the ancient instant-death magic.
Yet another dense wave of faint spiritual light surged into Duncan’s body.
The third Human Form’s power had surged by now, even his internal organs undergoing transformation, because the two large-scale ancient magics killed quite a few mbers of the chanical Divine Sect. Even the chanical Cultivators inside knight chs suddenly died violently, bleeding from seven orifices inside the cockpit.
——"Steel Lung (Special Ability): Your lungs have completed the steel-cast transformation, enhancing coordination, mobility, explosive power, and more by 150% efficiency. Greatly increases resistance and filtration against toxins, grants immunity to conventional respiratory diseases, and enhances fortitude immunity."
The character mark on the projection page depicted a unique organ pattern in the lungs, with the enhancent progress marked at about 25%.
Moreover, the spine received a significant boost in Duncan’s explosive power and speed.
The chanical nanofluid within his body had begun to frenziedly regenerate and split, gradually dissolving into Duncan’s limbs, rging into the skin, muscles, blood, bones, and viscera, with attributes of strength, constitution, and agility synchronously enhanced in coordination.
Almost there!
Duncan’s Mana Bar had exceeded the length of his Life Bar; it was ti for the Immortal Duncan to enter play.
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