Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1464 - 502: Prison_3

This technique was none other than Rein’s recently perfected single-target Dawn Killing Move, the 'Blade-toothed Disc'!

"Go!"

In the blink of an eye!

Trailing a ring of vibrant light, the dark silver disc spun at high velocity, carving a graceful arc through the air. It slammed directly into the Torrim Demon Statue positioned to Rein’s left!

"Chizz!"

Though the opponent’s chest was shielded by a hardened shell reinforced with permanent curing, it failed to resist for even a second. The Blade-toothed Disc sliced through it effortlessly.

"Zzz!!!"

A cascade of electrical arcs erupted violently from the gash in its torso, suggesting an internal energy device had been compromised.

Rein had specifically targeted this area because he knew the energy apparatus was situated exactly three meters beneath the construct's neck.

The Blade-toothed Disc ground through the metal before pulling away, and in the following moment!

"Boom!!!"

A thunderous explosion shook the area. Before it could even execute a single offensive maneuver, the Torrim Demon Statue was completely annihilated by Rein.

Had the goblin engineer responsible for creating this machine still been among the living, the sight surely would have caused him to perish from sheer fury.

Rein narrowed his eyes as he watched the destruction of the statue on the left.

"It is impressive that this Torrim Demon Statue remains operational after several millennia; the energy reserves within appear quite formidable."

"This suggests that the energy distribution network of this Floating City is still functioning to some degree."

"Furthermore, there must be a specific reason why the enemy only deployed the upper half of the Torrim Demon Statue's body."

"There are likely dedicated charging conduits installed beneath the floor," Rein surmised, quickly grasping the tactical details.

Suddenly!

Whether triggered by a shared connection or a pre-programmed defensive sequence, the Torrim Demon Statue on Rein’s right lurched into life.

"Intruder detected....(Ancient Goblin Language)"

Following a low, mechanical drone, the massive head of the construct swiveled toward Rein. Its eyes, the size of fists, suddenly flared with light!

"Hmm? Attempting to fire an arc ray?"

"Too bad, you won't get the chance!" Rein thought coldly.

At that exact moment!

"Chizz!"

With lightning speed, a massive disc of dark silver metal tore into the chest of the second Torrim Demon Statue. Immediately, wild serpents of electricity began to dance!

It was evident that this statue’s energy source was located in the same position as the previous one, and it was instantly neutralized by the Blade-toothed Disc.

The glowing light in its eyes faded once more.

Rein moved forward, verifying that both Torrim Demon Statues were thoroughly wrecked before continuing down the hall.

He did not rush, however; he maintained a state of constant alertness.

Even though he possessed the blueprints for the entire Floating City—knowing the layout, scale, and dimensions of every cell—he remained ignorant of what specific entities were locked inside.

It was better to remain cautious than to be reckless.

The section nearest to the prison's entrance served as the general inmate zone, featuring narrower side-paths branching off the main corridor. These paths led to a multitude of relatively small holding cells.

These were the quarters for standard prisoners.

After a moment of thought, Rein decided to investigate.

He veered left and entered a branch passage on the right. After walking a short distance, he detected the stale scent of dust caused by centuries of stagnant air.

Mixed within was the unmistakable odor of rot.

The poor lighting was no obstacle for Rein’s eyes, and he soon came upon rows of cramped cells.

These tiny rooms were barely seven to eight square meters, containing only a basic bed and a sink-like fixture, reminiscent of pigeon coops.

No living prisoners remained; instead, the floors were scattered with skeletal remains of various sizes.

Rein observed that, based on the proportions of the leg bones, the majority of the deceased appeared to be goblins.

After scanning the area, Rein gave a slight shake of his head and turned to depart.

Since he had committed to exploring, Rein also took a quick look at the general cells on the left side.

He found nothing significant; both sides were identical, devoid of any survivors.

It appeared that even the black worms had no interest in parasitizing such mediocre combatants.

"Is it possible that ordinary individuals are immune to infection?"

"Or perhaps they are simply beneath notice? This is a curious finding," Rein mused.

Suddenly, Rein stopped in his tracks and lifted his gaze toward the darkness ahead.

If his ears hadn't deceived him, a sound had just echoed from further inside... it wasn't the rhythmic clanking of goblin corpses, but rather the sound of shifting air.

"Breathing? Is it truly possible that something has survived for thousands of years?"

A look of genuine astonishment flickered in Rein’s eyes!

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