Chapter 352: Sniper

In the laboratory on the east side of the fourteenth floor, Anthony Braden and Dacia Rockefeller, though not directly hit by the vast, majestic magical energy surge containing divine power, were still thrown violently by the shockwaves and tremors caused by the latter, slamming heavily into the back wall. Dacia, whose professional level was only twelve, fell unconscious directly, while Anthony Braden, covered in blood and dizzy, could only lie prostrate on the ground for a long time, unable to move.

The six outlaw-level guards nearby were not much better off; they too were flung through the air, blood streaming from their mouths and noses.

Around them, everything was in constant vibration. The tempered glass wall, capable of withstanding tank shelling, had shattered into pieces, and the ceiling above had collapsed over a large area. They even noticed that several key load-bearing pillars had developed cracks.

When the two consecutive waves of shock and vibration finally subsided, Anthony struggled to lift his head and looked toward the source of the tremors. Then, with a look of shock, he raised his eyebrows.

"Whoa, looks like an arcane blast?"

A glimmer of hope had already appeared in his eyes.

Only gods, or demigods and scions relying on scrolls, could use divine-level spells.

At that moment, Anthony saw several outlaws nearby simultaneously raise their magical submachine guns, all pointing their muzzles at him.

Anthony Braden, unsurprised, raised his hand, and some parts from the ground nearby flew into the air, instantly assembling into a shield in front of him.

His hands and feet had now slipped free from the shackles.

But the bullets from those submachine guns never hit his shield. For at that moment, a black-armored figure came before him.

With several sword strikes like light and shadow, all the bullets were swept away, and four of the six outlaws here were sliced apart.

Only two, relying on their own magical artifacts, managed to block the sword strikes aimed at them, but their bodies were still blasted over twenty meters away! Blood sprayed from their bodies, and they had lost their combat capability.

The figure in black armor, suspected to be a legendary magical swordsman, did not show mercy. Two bullets fired from his left hand precisely opened blood holes in their foreheads.

"Sir? Can you tell me who you are? There aren't many legendary magical swordsmen like you in Atlanta."

Anthony knew he had initially turned danger into safety, and he looked at the man before him with curious eyes, speculating on his identity.

Was it Wiltonstein or Van Derrick? If it was Howard or someone from the Van Peter family, he wouldn't be surprised.

But if it really was one of these families—then his Mays goddess must have spared no expense for him this time.

However, this legendary magical swordsman clearly had no intention of satisfying his curiosity. He directly condensed a large hand of source energy and grabbed Anthony tightly. The latter, guessing his intention, stopped trying to probe his identity.

"Hey! If you're planning to leave here, could you please take this kid next to me too, OK? His father is Finance Minister Lawrence Rockefeller—"

A strange light flashed in the legendary magical swordsman's eyes, and then he extended another source-energy hand, grabbing the unconscious blond youth beside him tightly.

"And downstairs, their hostages should be held on the seventh floor."

"No time. That's not our concern."

The legendary magical swordsman's voice carried a distinct mechanical quality: "My boss told me that the Void Night Monarch is already casting Astral Teleportation."

"You can't handle her, can you?"

Anthony's expression turned grave: "If so, I suggest you try attacking Room 601 on the sixth floor of this building. My Light Magic Number Five should be there. I know that bastard Adric's Astral Teleportation and Banishment are extremely nasty. You need help."

But the legendary magical swordsman in the black armor had already flown out of the Arlington Building with him. Intense fighting had already erupted around them.

The two legendary powerhouses who had followed into the building were already engaged in fierce combat with the many aberrants inside. However, the 'demigod' in power armor who had first crashed into the fourteenth floor did not join the fight but instead followed closely behind the legendary magical swordsman, quickly flying out through the huge breach on the fourteenth floor.

At this moment, they could already sense a powerful consciousness locking onto their presence and figures.

Anthony Braden's face turned deathly pale again.

"I think your commander is utterly stupid! Does he think this can get me out?"

Though the aberrant 'Void Night Monarch' was not yet a demigod, her unique abilities made her far more troublesome than most demigods.

Especially her masterful 'Banishment,' which could forcibly send any opponent below the level of a god into the astral plane. Unless her opponent also possessed advanced spatial magic or a powerful spatial artifact, they wouldn't even qualify to face her directly.

In front of Adric, what use was a demigod on their side? The 'Void Night Monarch' would never let herself engage in battle with this demigod. Then they would have to face a confrontation between a second-level magical swordsman and a legendary fifth-level magical warrior.

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw the space ahead twist, and then a figure of light appeared three hundred meters behind them. The cold, murderous intent transmitted from afar instantly chilled Anthony Braden's heart to ice.

He turned to look and saw a young woman who appeared to be eighteen or nineteen, with hair dyed gold and red, and a face of stunning beauty marked by contempt for all things and a fierce killing intent. She had raised a staff in her hand, pointing it remotely toward the 'demigod.'

But before that, the latter had already torn open another scroll. Instantly, the entire area within half a kilometer around them was 'frozen.'

It was time! The river of time, as it flowed here, paused for an instant.

At that moment, including the demigod, both of them were 'frozen' in that space. And then Anthony Braden suddenly sensed something and looked to the side.

At the same time, a gunshot rang out in the void! Anthony, focusing his spirit on his eyes, could barely make out a large, silvery-white bullet piercing through the void from afar!

—That was 'Braden's Battering Ram,' crafted by his own hands, Anthony Braden!

A sniper? Looked pretty strong. Just the magical enhancements he recognized included legendary-level Fatal Strike, legendary-level Weakness Attack, and equally ranked Armor Piercing, Explosive, Sharpness, Enhancement, Thunderbolt, Fire's Blessing, and Wind's Blessing.

But could it hit? Anthony Braden shook his head slightly. He noticed that these legendary spells were somewhat rigid and lacked variation, clearly not cast by a true legendary spellcaster but from magic scrolls.

How could such a sniper shot possibly hit the renowned Void Night Monarch?