Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 1451 - 1449: Descending from the Heavens

After a silent ten seconds, the Red Moon finally spoke again, coldly saying, "How you did it doesn’t concern me. The only thing that does is how long you can still live."

"As I see it, I can live for a long time."

"Hah, that’s what you think!" The Red Moon suddenly raised a hand, aiming upwards.

In almost an instant, with a "boom," the ceiling of the palace was torn open, creating a circular hole nearly a meter in diameter. A blood-red energy beam, as thick as a bathtub, shot down from a high altitude, accurately striking Richard.

The beam of energy was highly concentrated, almost solid. It smashed into Richard, and the force spread outward, causing the nearby ground to fracture rapidly.

With a "crash," the ground caved in, sending Richard into the depression.

The beam didn’t stop, continuing to fire down, continuously unleashing destructive power on Richard trapped in the depression.

Richard still had enough strength to resist. A layer of golden light covered his body as he reached his hands out from the depression, grasping the edges to climb out.

Once out, Richard stood straight, enduring the blood-red beam that continued to attack him, his brow slightly furrowed. He turned his head and stared at the Red Moon, the orchestrator of it all, slowly walking towards him, seemingly preparing for close combat, though his steps appeared slightly shaky and difficult.

The Red Moon looked at Richard and squinted, refraining from sarcastic remarks and only appearing solemn.

Realizing that the blood-colored energy beam alone couldn’t stop Richard, the Red Moon took a deep breath and waved his hands. Dozens of blood-colored light balls, the size of apricots, flew out from his palms.

After flying out, the light balls hovered in the air, their surfaces flashing with light as they aimed at Richard and successively shot out energy beams as thick as a thumb.

Each time a beam hit Richard, the golden defensive light on his body surface fluctuated violently, and Richard’s movement towards the Red Moon became even slower.

Nonetheless, Richard persisted in approaching the Red Moon.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The Red Moon’s eyebrows raised as he watched Richard getting closer. He waved his hands repeatedly, releasing more light balls, which shot out dense beams, weakening the golden light on Richard’s body surface to a thin layer that seemed ready to break at any moment.

Richard’s pace stopped completely several meters from the Red Moon, his brow tightly furrowed, standing as still as a statue, like he was struggling to hold on.

The Red Moon exhaled slightly, releasing turbid air slowly from his nose and mouth, contemplating what subsequent method to use to kill Richard.

But before he could release half of the turbid air, the Red Moon’s eyes shrank as he saw Richard, who was several meters away, blink and appear before him as if he had instantaneously moved through space.

Richard extended a hand and "slapped" it onto the Red Moon’s shoulder.

Although Richard seemed extremely weakened under the beam’s attack, at that moment, the Red Moon felt an irresistible force emanating from Richard’s hand.

This force gradually sank him downward, binding him so tightly that he couldn’t escape, and even spells failed to take effect.

This!

The Red Moon sensed danger and saw Richard’s eyes close at hand, hearing the words Richard spoke.

Richard seriously asked, "Don’t you think your attack method was a bit too flashy? Using so many low-power spells, is it really effective? At our level, wouldn’t simplicity be better?"

"You..."

"Bang!"

Richard didn’t give the Red Moon a chance to finish his sentence. Suddenly, his other hand clenched into a fist, glowing with dazzling golden light, and struck the Red Moon’s chest like lightning.

"Puff!"

The force of that punch was so great it pierced through the Red Moon’s entire body as if passing through tofu, with the impact emerging from his back, followed by a hidden explosive force.

The Red Moon’s body "cracked" and shattered, leaving only a tightly closed-eyed head falling to the ground.

However, it didn’t fall to the ground. Richard caught it in the process and gently placed it on an uplifted stone slab beside him.

Then Richard stood still, calmly observing, as if waiting for something.

Several seconds later, he saw the Red Moon’s head suddenly open its eyes, and a low growl emanated from his mouth. Around them, the shattered body fragments seemed attracted and quickly gathered towards the Red Moon’s head, restoring him to his complete form in a few seconds.

The Red Moon successfully revived.

Seeing this, Richard’s expression remained unchanged, showing no surprise — he’s dealt with the Truth Society so many times that resurrection had become commonplace.

After all, the Red Moon was a high-ranking member of the Truth Society — a Supervisor of the Colorful Rings. The Gray Mist at the same level resurrected a dozen times after he sent them to the sky. If the Red Moon couldn’t revive even once, it wouldn’t make sense.

From the start of the battle, he predicted the Red Moon’s resurrection. The only question was how many times could the opponent revive?

Three times? Ten times?

Perhaps he’d even surprise him?

Richard, wearing a smile, looked at the newly revived Red Moon and said, "Firstly, congratulations on your successful revival. Additionally, I have to say, although your previous attack looked flashy, its power wasn’t great. After all, beams aren’t very efficient, not as direct as close combat. That’s why I could finish you in one punch. Maybe this time, you can learn a lesson?"

"Hmph," the Red Moon snorted coldly, saying nothing, staring intently at Richard, then stepping back and raising his hand again.

Richard assumed it would be the same high-altitude beam attack as before, feeling slightly disappointed when a whistling sound came from above. A "whoosh" rang out as a Black Shadow broke through the ceiling of the palace, landing heavily at the Red Moon’s feet, shattering a few meters of stone slabs around it.

Richard glanced over and saw that what had fallen from high above was a black metal box about a meter square, seemingly containing some kind of weapon.

Was this air-dropped supplies... Richard couldn’t help but speculate, curious about how the Red Moon managed to timely summon this item.

Space Magic? Didn’t seem like it.

Space Items? Then why go to such lengths, instead of simply reaching out to take it?

As Richard puzzled over this, the Red Moon acted. He extended both hands and slapped them heavily onto the surface of the black metal box with a "thump."

The metal box seemed to come alive in an instant. Instead of opening, it rapidly deformed and softened, starting to attach itself to the Red Moon’s body.

The attachment speed was fast. In just a few seconds, the Red Moon was already covered by the transformed metal box, like wearing a layer... No, several layers of armor, making him appear several sizes larger — originally, the Red Moon and Richard were of similar height. With the metal armor on, he was noticeably taller than Richard, resembling a small giant.

Once the metal box shell fully wrapped around the Red Moon, it revealed what was inside: a blood-red dagger. The dagger had a crystal-like material, appeared exquisitely beautiful, yet exuded a very dangerous aura.

Grabbing the dagger, the Red Moon cast a glance at Richard, let out a cold laugh, and, with a stomp of his foot, rapidly closed in on Richard, thrusting viciously.

As he thrust, he said, "You wanted me to engage in close combat? Very well, as you wish. I hope you won’t regret it!"