Chapter 511
Chapter 511 Night Attack against the Flying Ship
Targeted teleportation with explosive chicken?
Greem had never even thought of such an amazing combo. The main reason for that was due to the difficulty of mastering targeted teleportation!
In all the years he had lived, only Alice had possessed that ability. However, Alice relied on her spatial talent and didn’t know much about spatial principles.
Grem had never expected a bunch of foolish and noisy goblins to be able to use targeted teleportation with such accuracy.
Boom! A fiery explosion.
Greem immediately used Fire Teleportation and moved away.
A magic energy battery was clearly hidden inside the explosive chicken. The violent energy ripples triggered by the explosion had almost ravaged every inch of space within a radius of ten meters. If Greem had stayed on the spot, he wouldn’t have died, but the magic energy that would have surged through him would have easily destroyed the elementium energy within his body.
In truth, Tigule could understand Toltoy to some extent. Toltoy might be the commander of the flying ship, but he was entirely at the behest of Prince Gazlowe, who hid deep within the vessel. Activating the energy forcefield generator and sustaining a complete forcefield might keep the flying ship safe from all enemies, but it would also take up over forty percent of the space furnace’s energy output.
In doing so, the flight speed of the ship would be reduced by seventy percent. It would only be able to float through the skies at a rate of fifteen kilometers per hour.
Trying to catch up to the escaping human adepts at that speed was an absolute joke. That was why it was impossible for Commander Toltoy to slow down the ship over the random ramblings and so-called ‘instincts’ of a goblin that had failed at his task, especially when the frontline was continually sending back the vague locations of the human adepts!
Even though he had already expected this, Tigule still felt his heart ache tremendously when he faced the cold reality in front of him. Vague spots of color appeared before his eyes.
Tigule stumbled backward and crashed into a towering metallic machine.
God of War!
That was the name that Tigule had privately given to his magical machine. He’d never had the guts to reveal this name he had been mulling over, as he had yet to obtain any decent accomplishments.
Yet, in that battle from earlier, all of his mechanic companions had died at the hands of the evil adepts. He, on the other hand, could not avenge them. Even his life had only been spared by the compassion and mercy of the evil adept.
All these things, all these occurrences, bundled together and weighed upon him, pushing him further and further away from his dream!
Tigule’s heart felt like it had been sliced open by a knife when he thought of this. He could even smell that distinct odor of blood when he breathed.
“Old friend. Tonight, let us wash the spots off of our bodies with our blood and the blood of the enemies!” Tigule gritted his teeth and entered the cockpit as he caressed the cool, hard surface of the massive Metal Goblin.
As the magic energy battery connected, the various patterns on the surface of the Metal Goblin started to glow with a shining purple light. The light quickly dimmed down, and the Metal Goblin bent down and silently hid in the darkness where none of the ship’s lights could reach.
Even though Commander Toltoy didn’t believe in Tigule’s instinct, he still arranged double the usual scouts and patrols on the deck of the ship out of the caution of a commanding officer. In fact, he even assigned a squad of seven magical machines at the only entrance to the interior of the ship.
Midnight.
The floating ship glided past a tall mountain. It continued to adjust its course, closely trailing behind the three evil adepts that were thirty-five kilometers away.
What the goblins never imagined was two figures wrapped in thick black robes raising their heads on the mountain below them. They were taking a good look at the flying ship moving past their heads.
From beneath, one could perfectly see the white metal hull of the flying ship as well as the rows of windows and metal plates on its sides.
“Let’s go up! It’s time to teach these goblins a good lesson.” The voice of the taller figure on the left was deep and held within it an aura of might that wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Judging from the voice, it was Greem.
The black shadow to the right cast off their robe, revealing a strange body that was half-human and half-machine. It was Sabrina, who had just updated her weaponry systems.
“Let’s meet up there!”
Sabrina nodded. Six clusters of red light simultaneously lit up beneath her feet, by her waist, and under her armpits. She shot into the sky like a rocket. She became as agile as a fish in water as the six propellers adjusted, and her speed also increased over time.
Greem’s body paused for a second. A cluster of fire burst forth as he appeared in the sky two hundred meters above. He casually strolled in the empty air with the Boots of Levitation that he wore on his feet. When the cooldown of Fire Teleportation had passed, yet another rumbling explosion rang out. He was now somewhat close to the flying ship.
Greem did not intend to remain subtle. He had no means to hide the commotion from his Fire Teleportation anyway. Instead, he continued to teleport just like this.
Finally, with yet another explosion, Greem’s massive body set foot upon the deck of the flying ship!