[Warning, energy at only three percent, system will force shutdown in fifteen seconds...]

"Disengage overload mode!" As he heard the warning in his mind, Lynn wasted no time in issuing the command.

Lynn had no desire to experience another period of radio silence like the one that had lasted for five days after the auxiliary intelligence had shut down before. Moreover, the previous series of battles had almost depleted ninety percent of the magic within his body.

Despite this disadvantage, however, a smile tugged at the corners of Lynn's mouth. He had seized the initiative in the fight.

As a taboo of modern warfare, the terror of phosphorus lies not just in its ability to burn everything and be difficult to extinguish, but also in its formidable toxicity. That is why he had specifically sent away Aubrey and Dove, and had ordered everyone to hold their breath during the battle to prevent them from being poisoned.

But the situation was different when facing Anthruk. The large-scale [Phosphorus - Fireball] and [Inferno's Hand] spells were meant to fill the enclosed space with toxic gas.

Close combat was meant to deplete Anthruk's physical strength, guide the flow of air, and force the other party to inhale more toxic gas.

Lynn calculated that it should be about the same time now. Even a true human-shaped tyrannosaurus rex would have a hard time enduring until this point...

As Lynn had expected, at this moment, Anthruk, who was hiding within the "turtle shell," was already aware of the feeling of weakness spreading throughout his body. His head was dizzy and his vision was becoming blurry. The abundant strength he had possessed seemed to be gradually stripped away from him.

'What dark art is this?' In a flash, Anthruk's thoughts turned to a fourth-ring spell called [Death Harvest], a magic so terrifying it could transform an area into a living hell in mere seconds.

But if the opponent was a Grand Mage, capable of casting fourth-ring spells, then in the heat of battle, Anthruk would already be doomed.

'It must be poison, then.'

Immediately, Anthruk considered this possibility. For instance, the third-ring spell [Toxic Domain] could conjure a large area of yellow-green poison mist, with distinctively pungent characteristics...

It was now far too late to cast spells to neutralize the poison. Lynn wouldn't let his opponent catch their breath and immediately applied all his remaining magical energy. "[Magic Missile Barrage]!"

In an instant, a total of 36 "Magic Missiles" hovered in the air, and Lynn even reactivated the five-second overload mode, swiftly adjusting the trajectory.

Faced with Anthruk's "turtle shell" tactics, Lynn had no intention of a head-on collision. Instead, he utilized the flexibility of [Magic Missiles] to evade the most difficult-to-penetrate "Sanctum Shield," striking at weak points and sending the Nordland Archbishop straight to hell in one breath.

It has been twenty-five years since Anthruk has experienced the sensation of death looming once more.

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In this moment of life and death, Anthruk appears calm. He does not doubt that he will perish today, but before that, he can still do one last thing- send the young man in front of him, a third-ring magician despite his youth, straight to hell!

"Great Lord of the Stars, Goddess of the Moon, Creator of Earth and Life, Your humble servant prays here and offers his mortal remains, begging for Your divine projection to descend upon this place..."

Anthruk devoutly sings in a loud voice, and with each word, his face grows older, his skin creases, his whitened hair falls from his temples, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes became prominent, and his voice becomes majestic, lower and hoarser...

"Holy One, eternal beacon of hope, in my time of need I come to you. Sustain me with your power so I might repel the evil forces. I ask this of you with a sincere heart, o divine creator. Anoint me with your eternal soul. Cleanse my mind so I may go forth in your name. I ask this of you in your most holy name, o all-powerful God. Support me with your sacred wrath!!"

In a daze, it seems as if a holy song is ringing out in the enclosed underground space, gradually drowning out Anthruk's voice. Soon, the entire space violently shakes.

"De...descending... spell?" Lynn's soul shuddered, and he almost squeezed out the word from between his teeth.

After arriving in this world and learning that the priests of the Church possessed true divine magic, the thing he was most afraid of and least willing to face was the [Descending Spell]! Existence worthy of being called a God cannot be overestimated, and even a projection that cannot bear much power is enough to kill him with a single finger! If they cannot win, they'll just shake his faith... Is this still human? Lynn cursed in his heart and fired off the "Magic Missiles" that had already been set on their trajectory. He even dared not turn back to see Anthruk's life or death...

Over thirty [Magic Missiles] followed their predetermined trajectory, bypassing the sturdy [Sanctum Shield] in front, smashing into the other barriers and Anthruk's body in an instant, colliding with a mysterious force.

The consecutive explosions were the final straw, breaking the underground space that had undergone countless hardships and causing it to be dismantled in an instant! Heavy stone blocks weighing several tons constantly fell from the ceiling, crashing onto the ground and river and bringing rolling smoke and dust, swallowing everything in its path.

At this moment, Lynn had already jumped and was swept into the turbulent water flow...

As a semi shut-in who had lived in the central region of the Federation for years, Lynn had no swimming experience, and his almost exhausted magic power and physical strength stripped him of any possibility of struggling. He could only let his massive inertia drag his body and continue drifting...

But there was still not a hint of worry on Lynn's face. As someone who had been a data storage clerk in his previous life, he was very clear on how to survive in a swift current if he couldn't swim.

Firstly, he had to remain calm, as this was the foundation of everything. Afterwards, he needed to fully utilize the buoyancy of the water itself.

It is well known that the density of the human body is greater than water, and the gravity they experience is greater than the buoyancy of water. This is also the reason why people sink when they fall into water.

However, before diving, Lynn had taken a deep breath and tried to relax his body as much as possible, adjusting his center of gravity and increasing the surface area of his body in contact with the water by lying on his back. In this way, as long as he held his breath until he reached a slightly calmer body of water, he would naturally float on the surface.

Based on this theory, Lynn adopted a standard backstroke position with equanimity, ignoring the gradual sinking of his body, which he attributed to the influence of the current. However, as the sinking became more pronounced, Lynn began to feel a sense of panic.

Could it be that his backstroke position was not standard enough?

'071? What's going on?!' Lynn couldn't help but cry out mentally. The voice of the auxiliary intelligence promptly answered.

[According to Article 7, Clause 32 of the "Federal Dive Safety Notice," novices practicing diving should not carry heavy objects, sir...]

Lynn glanced down at the steel long sword hanging at his waist before sinking to the bottom of the water.

'ah...shit'