Chapter 519: Chapter 462: Thunderclouds (4K)_2

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Did you just say that! Isn’t that freaking fraudulent mortgage, loan fraud, contract fraud? Totally financial crime!

Where did you learn that? Tibang Bridge?!

Everyone grumbled silently in their hearts, but had to admit, Pifu’s move was really ruthless, fitting the style of London Financial City.

The so-called Western spirit of contract is bullshit; the strong can ignore the rules, modify the rules, or even create rules based on current interests.

As long as Pifu can survive, he doesn’t even need to win, no slum bank would sue him.

The victor is above reproach, it’s that simple.

“Next,”

In the flesh and mechanical cockpit, Li Cheng released his fist, the mechanical mass stretched out a giant scythe in sync, a bloody mouth slightly opened, revealing a grim smile, “it’s my turn.”

Boom——

The thrusters on its back spouted blue flames, and the unbound by gravity mechanical mass surged over the Thames River like a cannonball.

Mobius used a teleportation array to instantly escape. The London Eye beneath him was not so lucky.

The Ferris wheel, already half-melted by Britannia’s Light Sword, was heavily hit by the mechanical mass, breaking off from its A-frame support, and slowly yet swiftly rolled and toppled, finally smashing into a fish and chip shop.

The mechanical mass shook its head, tossing off metal fragments caught in its top shell, and turned to lock its gaze on Mobius again.

Pursuit, continue.

In the perspective of the abnormal index detector of the near-earth orbit spy satellite, two shining points flickered frequently at the center of London City.

A giant scythe sliced through the steel cables of Tower Bridge, causing its surface to collapse into the river.

Antlers violently pierced Big Ben’s clock face, and machine-gun fire destroyed the stained glass windows of St. Paul’s Cathedral.

As for Buckingham Palace and Westminster Palace, they were like sandcastles facing the tide, in utter ruin.

These two buildings were too old, without protection from extraordinary items or use of more sturdy modern building materials, they were ridiculously fragile.

If the UK were still flourishing, there wouldn’t be a need to set up defenses at the heart of the Empire, but as the UK itself weakened significantly, even setting up defenses is beyond their capability.

One minute, two minutes…

The withering of Mobius’s arm had already spread from his shoulder to his upper body.

He kept making high-frequency teleportations, maintaining a safe distance, sustaining the space anchor spell against Pifu, preventing the opponent from using Light Speed Burst,

while silently waiting for the multi-colored perfect scroll effects on Pifu that symbolized enormous wealth to fade away.

But now, it looked like he might not hold up before Pifu, dried up by Britannia’s Sword.

‘Sorry, President. I’ve let you down.’

A bitter smile appeared on Mobius’s face, and in the next second, he took a deep breath and teleported to Greenwich Observatory.

“Hmm?”

The mechanical mass paused for a moment, Greenwich Observatory was nearly nine kilometers away from the London Eye, close to the outermost range of the space anchor spell. It’s akin to releasing a tiger back into the wild.

Mobius had already proven he would rather destroy London than compromise, so this teleportation was bound to signify an absolute confrontation.

With this thought, the electronic eye of the mechanical mass rapidly focused and zoomed in, capturing the far-off scene of the observatory.

Outside the headquarters of the Bell Tower Guild, was shrouded with a semi-spherical, super-large shield array.

Under the array stood two twenty-meter-class war golems.

Mobius stood in the middle of the golems, kneeling on one knee, plunged Britannia’s Light Sword into the ground, and began chanting a spell,

“Void whispers, the fate returns to silence…”

A strong sense of threat, like a cold current, rushed up Li Cheng’s heart.

Before coming, he had peered into the future using the Suicide Notebook, knowing that the next moment would be his highest probability of death.

“In the name of eternal law, in the meaning of the river of time…”

Grass and trees near the Light Sword withered in an instant, and two steel-crafted, axe-wielding war golems assumed combat stances, vigilant against Li Cheng’s light-speed impact.

The likes of Nikola and others on London’s surface also realized the moment of final battle had arrived; regardless of the faint glows of scrolls still flickering on the mechanical mass or their nearly depleted spiritual power values,

they desperately unleashed skills and spells, attempting to delay Li Cheng even for a second or two.

“Position, Surface, Exile——”

Nikola, drenched in sweat, roared furiously. His internal organs had already been sacrificed considerably, and now borrowing spiritual power in advance required him to thrust his magic wand into his heart.

The magic wand “poofed” through his heart, and Nikola’s vision rapidly darkened, but fortunately, he managed to cast the spell.

Beneath the mechanical mass, a teleportation gate similar to the one in the Inverted Pyramid Secret Realm appeared, generating a terrifying suction to prevent Li Cheng from escaping.

Exile Technique, Body Fixing Technique, Confusion Technique…

Spell after spell was cast onto the magic-resistant-maxed-out mechanical mass as if they cost nothing, forming a thin veil, accumulating to become an obstacle.

“Dust to dust, soil to soil…”

Nine kilometers away, Mobius’s spell incantation was nearing its end.

It’s called [Deathly Ordinance], a nine-ring enchantment spell. After a long chant, a single-word wielding overflowing power directly pronounces the death of a creature at the level of reality’s rules.

This was the trump card of the Bell Tower Guild, regardless of how extraordinary the players were, or how far from human their appearance became, their life essence still belonged to a soul-bearing creature.

The interrupt skill effect of the Vast Sea Soul-locking Bell was blocked by the large protective array of the bell tower. Demon Exchange and Light Speed Elbow Strike, being still within the range of the space anchor, couldn’t be used.

As for Rooting in Stone Technique, it could only enhance physical resistance, unable to defend against rule-level obliteration.

“You seem to have forgotten something,”

the mechanical mass rasped, glancing below, “there shouldn’t be a thunderstorm in London City tonight.”

…What?

A bewildered sense of confusion surfaced in the hearts of the Bell Tower mages.

They only heard the sudden rise of the wind and saw the night sky’s clouds rapidly change, twisting into a sinister, blurred face.

[Name: Mercy Soul Song]

[Special Effect: Soul Implantation. Touch an item, and based on its own traits, it spontaneously generates a soul. The more complex, complete, and self-consistent the item, the stronger the soul it generates becomes]

Time rewinds to 4:39 a.m. in London.

Then, Li Cheng had used [Mercy Soul Song] to implant a soul into the thunderclouds in the night sky of London City.

On its own, the thundercloud couldn’t generate complex intelligence.

However, with another item [Assembled Puppet·Modified], he forced the overall complexity of the thundercloud by attaching graphene aerogel to the thundercloud and then implanting it with chips,

Using this roundabout way to artificially elevate the complexity of the thundercloud to generate an independent, albeit simple but communicable, crude intellect.

And the command Li Cheng gave to the thundercloud was quite simple—wait.

Until now.

The mechanical mass released his grasp, and a colossal thunderbolt struck down from the enormous thundercloud that covered most of London City, with its sinister face.

Right on top of those Bell Tower mages.

All spells, including the Exile Technique, were thus interrupted. Li Cheng released his grip and commanded the mechanical mass to retreat violently, flying a kilometer away.

It was this one kilometer that took him out of the space anchor.

Mobius, nearly carbonized on one half of his body, let out a high-pitched roar,

“Your flesh, soul, and fate return to…”

‘The difference of just one word is crucial.’

Li Cheng had already grasped the Toy Factory Key, targeted Greenwich Observatory, and struck with a Light Speed Elbow Strike.