Chapter 496: Restraint

As Carroll made his move, the terrain began to change. A massive mountain peak rose from the deep lake, and the waters receded in all directions, creating a great flood that flowed everywhere.

Victor Maxim could not help but fix his gaze on this man. Both were shield warriors, and Wallace Carroll was the object of his admiration, his future goal. The latter's mastery of the earth divine power was something Maxim envied greatly.

Li Mochen thought to himself that the paths of magic and source in the Western world indeed led to the same destination. Once one grasped divine power, even a warrior could wield the majestic force to alter heaven and earth.

It was a pity that this man was too slow in pace, so currently, the performance of the Third Special Affairs Management Office was the lowest among all twelve of the FBI's special affairs offices. Even with the assistance of a legendary fifth-rank mage skilled in teleportation, Wallace Carroll found it difficult to capture those powerful criminals.

“Don’t think that just because you managed to invite him, you can kill that pair of dragon-witch lovers.”

Delphinia continued to whisper sarcastic remarks in Li Mochen's ear. She might have been provoked by Li Mochen, or perhaps she was trying to strengthen her own resolve not to participate in the battle.

“Earth divine power does counter the water domain of the dracolich Dlarossa, but this is Lake Dru after all. There’s no way he can drain all the water here. The ice spells that one wields are especially powerful; they say its predecessor was a blue dragon that nearly reached the ancient stage—”

The ranks of dragons are generally divided into sub-dragon, wyrmling, young, juvenile, adult, mature adult, ancient, and great wyrm.

Among these, juvenile corresponds to outlaw, young and adult correspond to lord and legendary stages, mature adult to demigod, while ancient and great wyrm can rival gods. They may not be gods, but they possess the power to contend with lesser and intermediate deities.

As if to verify Delphinia’s words, countless solid icebergs rose up within a radius of five hundred kilometers around them, forming a ring of dikes that firmly trapped the escaping lake water in the center.

Though Carroll did his utmost to alter the surrounding terrain, Lake Dru’s vast area of 1.2 million square kilometers and its abundant water volume made it impossible to completely drain, no matter how hard he tried.

‘Blood-eyed Angel’ Robert Eiffel had already made her move, sending countless wind blades into the depths of the lake. But the effect was limited; the two demigods hid at the very bottom of the lake, using the blue dragon’s innate spell ‘Water Form’, and were unafraid of these wind blade strikes, which were as high as level 29.

The two on the opposite side could be considered a type that was relatively counter to Robert.

The problem still lay in the lack of time. Robert’s divine power ‘Battle Wind’ allowed her to possess combat power comparable to a lesser deity after five hours.

But after five hours, many demigods of the Dragon Witch Cult would likely gather here.

As for Hazel, who had only initially mastered her physical strength and was not yet adept at innate spells, rushing into melee would only result in passive beating with no effect.

Li Mochen could not help but sigh inwardly, thinking that indeed, nothing in the world is softer than water, yet nothing is harder than water; it can disperse and unite. Robert’s wind blades were indeed powerful and could threaten these two demigods who had transformed into water molecules, but it was difficult to severely wound them. These two could retreat at any time into the deeper parts of Lake Dru, a vast lake covering 1.2 million square kilometers, with plenty of room for them to maneuver.

By the same token, the three legendary snipers brought by Wallace Carroll could do nothing against these two demigods. They used specially made legendary thunder bullets, but by the time the bullets penetrated the five-hundred-meter-deep water, their penetrating power was exhausted. Layers upon layers of water shields, enough to make one’s scalp tingle, densely covered the lakebed.

Only the twin stars’ sleep divine power was having an effect, causing the dracolich Dlarossa and the holy weaver Oda Kenta to frequently fall into a state close to sleep. But even the time these two demigods remained awake was more than enough to handle them.

“Here’s another piece of bad news.”

Delphinia gathered spirit in her eyes and looked toward the astral plane beyond the space-time barrier: “Archbishop Yalad has already arrived. You have one hour now.”

That was a powerful demigod wielding divine power—fortunately, his divine power had nothing to do with the void, or else she wouldn’t have been able to hold him off for even an hour, let alone three minutes.

At this moment, Carroll’s expression also grew grave. He had summoned four rock giants covered in source power, pounding at the depths of the lake, but they were quickly corroded by water vapor, becoming mud-footed giants whose lower limbs could no longer support their massive bodies, collapsing entirely with slight exertion.

In this situation, Wallace Carroll also felt helpless. He could plunge in and fight the two demigods, but his rich combat experience told him that the effect would be limited.

If he couldn’t sever the connection between these two and Lake Dru, not only would he be unable to harm them, but he might also fall into danger himself.

“Mr. Grans?”

As he said this, Carroll turned his gaze to Alex Grans, the highest-ranked mage present: “I believe you have a way, don’t you?”

“There is a way. I need to set up a magic alchemy array that can weaken their water abilities to the greatest extent. But it will take at least an hour, and we don’t have that much time, do we?”

Grans shrugged: “The only way I can think of to harm them now is the Great Disintegration spell, to truly turn their bodies into water molecules, but I only have a six-story mage tower.”

Wallace Carroll’s brow furrowed into a deep ‘川’ character.

Indeed, although the Great Disintegration spell was exceptionally powerful in terms of lethality, it heavily relied on the caster’s own ‘luck’ and ‘rank’.

The greater the rank difference, the higher the success rate of the Great Disintegration; under equal rank, if one’s personal luck was extremely good, it could sometimes miraculously work.

But Grans was only a fifth-rank legendary, and with his six-story mage tower, he was only on par with a lower demigod, equivalent in rank to Oda Kenta on the opposite side, two tiers below the dracolich Dlarossa.

As for this man’s luck, if his fortune were good, he wouldn’t have hidden in the Divine Grace Tower for a hundred years.

Delphinia continued to eye Li Mochen. If she had the Extreme Law Crown, she was confident she could hold off that archbishop in the astral plane for at least two and a half hours.

“Mr. Wiltenstein—”

Wallace Carroll sighed inwardly, already considering retreat. But then he saw a silver mirror with black and white surfaces appear in Li Mochen’s hand.

“Mr. Carroll, if it were only Oda Kenta, could you take him down here?”

“Oda Kenta?” Carroll looked puzzled, but still answered in an affirmative tone: “Of course! That would be easy.”

After all, with three demigods and many high-rank legends present, if he couldn’t even take down one Oda Kenta, then he, as an FBI Level 9 agent, would be too incompetent.

Just as he finished speaking, Li Mochen, using the ‘Yin-Yang Life-Death Mirror’, shot out a beam of black-and-white light.

At the same time, Li Mochen visualized the ‘Divine Fortune Purple-Gold Tower’ and made his wish—to disrupt the life-death balance of the ‘dracolich’ Dlarossa!