Chapter 593: Plunder and Mass Teleportation
Looking down at the submissive animated armor, recalling the miserable state of being hunted down earlier, Charlotte couldnât help but feel a touch of dark humor.
So, he smiled and asked, "What is your name?"
"I have no name. My only duty is to guard this secret chamber and welcome your arrival."
"No matter what you were called before, your name from now on is Iron Egg, got it?"
"Yes, Master."
Although the animated armor had no emotions and felt nothing about the name, Charlotte still felt a sense of satisfaction as if a major revenge had been fulfilled.
Since you hunted me down, Iâll give you a name even a dog would despise!
Mingyue stood nearby with a sullen face, her voice cold as she reminded, "President, we donât have much time. Can you stop playing around?"
Charlotte finally remembered the important matter, and hurriedly gave the order: "Iron Egg, take me inside."
"Highest authority recognized, Count Donald, please enter."
"Boomââ"
The animated armor pressed its handprint, and with the ripples of magic, the heavy stone door slowly lifted, revealing the entrance to the countâs secret chamber before everyoneâs eyes.
"Hissââ" Disguised as Count Donald with a big belly, Charlotte gasped, almost revealing his true form.
"Damn, heâs really greedy."
Charlotte couldnât help but sigh, his pupils filled with the shine of gold.
Inside the spacious secret chamber, gold was piled up like mountains, glittering jewels and pearls flowed like rivers, making the players overwhelmed.
In the crystal display cabinets on the side, there were parchment scrolls densely packed with words.
Beside him, the Luck King opened his mouth wide, his legs trembling. "Are all the counts of Thrace this rich? If we rob all the nobles in the capital, wouldnât we be filthy rich? How many chests could we open with this?"
The Luck King still couldnât forget the tragic failure of gambling on chests back in the dayâif he had another chance, he would definitely redeem himself and create a miracle.
Charlotte knocked on the back of the Luck Kingâs head, cursing, "Stop thinking about your stupid chests. The most important thing is to find intelligence!"
Mingyue also reminded, "We donât have much time; the people of Thrace could come at any moment. Take as much of this money as possible, but first, find the important intelligence and mission items."
Charlotte patted the Luck Kingâs shoulder, smiling as he said, "Luck King, you have the highest efficiency. You and I will search for clues, and as for the others... Empty out that fat pigâs secret chamber for me, donât leave a single piece of treasure!"
"Got it!"
The players cheered enthusiastically, and the Only Love Mage even jumped into the pile of gold with excitement, mimicking an animation character.
"Ouch!"
With a painful scream, Only Love Mageâs health bar dropped by half, and it seemed like all his bones were nearly broken.
However, most of the players were normal, taking out their dimensional bags, waving their wands, and directing the endless flow of gold, pearls, and gems into them.
Only the Luck King cried with a bitter face, responding in a low voice, "Yes, President."
Charlotte and the Luck King dove headfirst into the pile of parchment scrolls, carefully checking through them. Most were records of monetary transactions between the royal family and nobles, containing a lot of information.
"Count Elliot Morrison sent three thousand gold coins to gain the favor of His Majesty Wilhelm and secure a court ministerâs position for his son."
"Viscount Louis Kaufmann bought three twelve-year-old bookboys for a hundred gold coins, demanding good looks."
"Count Henry Harrison spent a thousand gold coins to purchase a villa in the outer city for his mistress."
"Forget it, letâs just throw all these things into the dimensional bag. Who knows, they might serve as evidence to blackmail these Thrace nobles." Charlotte waved his hand and collected all the parchment scrolls.
The crisp sound of gold clinking, mixed with the playersâ wanton laughter, filled the secret chamber.
The Luck King sorted the scrolls, looking at Charlotte with anticipation, and said righteously, "President, I think theyâre working too hard. Iâll go help them pick up some money!"
"Keep dreaming."
Charlotte glanced at him, pointing to the corner of the secret chamber: "Keep looking for clues; Count Donald would never hide important intelligence in such obvious places."
These gold coins, a large portion of them must be handed over. The empireâs people are watching, and some of it has to be kept as the guildâs reserve funds.
But if you use them to gamble on chests, it wouldnât be much different from being confiscatedâeither way, itâs all going to the empire." Thinking of how the Luck King bankrupted himself gambling on chests and still hadnât paid off his debts, Charlotte felt satisfied and couldnât help but laugh out loud.
"Clink."
The crisp sound of gold coins was like the whisper of a succubus. Feeling the pain of something so close yet untouchable, the Luck King took a deep breath, his clenched fist trembling slightly.
Charlotte, youâre going too far!
I will definitely post your cross-dressing video seducing the count on the forums and make you the second âSocial Death Kingâ after the legendary âLangli Baitiaoâ!
The Luck King roared inwardly.
Still feeling indignant, he took the opportunity while Charlotte was not paying attention to fiercely punch the wall, venting his anger.
"Bang!"
"Wait, that sound... it seems off?"
The Luck King curiously pressed his head against the wall and knocked again, suddenly realizing that the wall was hollow inside!
"Come here quickly, this wall is hollow! Thereâs something hidden inside!"
Charlotte, the Flying Witch, and the other players rushed over. They watched as an extremely intricate hexagram magic array gradually surfaced on the wall.
Charlotte carefully examined the array, whispering, "This should be the mission item weâre looking for."
He raised his staff and softly chanted a spell, a faint magical glow appearing.
[Dispel Magic]
However, against the intricate magic array, that mere third-circle level of dispel magic was useless, only wasting a spell slot.
"Beep, beepââ"
Just then, the device placed by the Magic Coin players at the entrance of the secret chamber started to make noise, flashing with red light.
Mingyue, who was guarding the entrance, reminded, "Our divination spell worked! Itâs an extremely strong spatial magic fluctuation! The spellcasters of the Thrace Kingdom are about to descend!"
Charlotte urgently asked, "Didnât you cast a spatial lock?"
Mingyue shook her head and replied, "It wonât last long. The opponentâs spatial magic level is too high, probably at the eighth circle. Even the scroll created personally by Lord Langpu can only hold for about three minutes. President, we must evacuate quickly!"
"Give me two more minutes. If we canât open this secret compartment by then, weâll start the teleportation immediately!"
"Alright, President."
Charlotte couldnât help but curse, "Damn it, the people of Thrace came too fast. We wasted too much time earlier. We finally found important intelligence..."
But there was no time to complain. He could only stare intently at the magic array, hoping to find a solution.
"Hurry, weâre running out of time. Think of how to solve this magic array."
"Boom!"
Under Charlotteâs stunned gaze, the Flying Witch used her wand like a club and smashed it fiercely against the wall next to it.
Debris scattered everywhere, and the wall was smashed open, revealing a large hole. The Flying Witch, like a demolition worker, smashed her way inside and pulled out a dark, steaming metal box.
Holding the black box, the Flying Witch, covered in dust, sneered, "Whatâs there to think about? Just smash through the wall."
"Uh... I guess your method works."
Charlotteâs mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly took the box and called out to Mingyue at the entrance, "Quick, we got it! Prepare to activate Mass Teleportation!"
"Got it!"
Mingyue decisively took out the prepared scroll and activated it. The scroll immediately burst with dazzling light, enveloping everyone.
"Iron Egg, come over here."
Charlotte commanded.
The animated armor trudged over to Charlotte, and as an âitem,â it was included in the teleportation range. Since it was a high-end combat unit acquired for free, there was no reason not to take it.
Once they reached Anzeta, it would be their territory. Even if the animated armor went berserk, it wouldnât cause much trouble.
Charlotte quietly opened the slightly warm metal box, only to see a torn piece of parchment lying inside. It seemed to be a contract?
The words on it were written in black and red blood, exuding a faint sinister aura. The contents of the contract were mostly illegible, but one signature was still visible.
"Zariel? Who is that? I feel like Iâve heard that name before."
Charlotte rubbed his chin, murmuring to himself. Suddenly, the space in front of him began to ripple, and spider-web-like cracks appeared, as if on a glass surface.
A flaming longsword suddenly stretched out from the spatial crack, followed by broad wings flapping, feathers scattering in the air, and a thunderous voice roaring.
"How dare you!"
"You dare to assassinate a noble of Thrace? This is a blatant disrespect to His Majesty Wilhelm!"
The players all turned their gaze toward the source of the voice, only to see a handsome man with silver armor and wings on his back standing before them. Behind him stood an elderly man in a luxurious red robe, holding a staff, his entire aura shrouded in mystery.
"Kill them quickly! These intruders are trying to escape!"
The red-robed mage raised his staff, and powerful waves of magical energy spread out. Invisible chains rose from the surroundings, seemingly attempting to lock the entire space.
"Despicable mortals, face your death!"
The winged man suddenly flapped his wings, raising the flaming longsword in his hand, preparing to strike.
A storm swept through the room; just the pressure emitted by the Angelic Bloodline caused all the players to tremble.
Charlotteâs expression changed dramatically as he looked at the two figures that suddenly appeared. "Damn, Angelic Bloodline! Great Mage Mingyue, hurry and tear the scroll!"
"Understood!"
Mingyue gritted her teeth, pouring all her concentration into the [Mass Teleportation] scroll, finally fully activating it.
"Whooshââ"
Accompanied by strong magical fluctuations, in the final moments before the spatial chains closed, several Magic Coin players, along with the animated armor, disappeared from the spot.
Just before leaving, Charlotte flashed a mischievous smile and waved mockingly at the rapidly approaching Angelic Bloodline warrior.
"Foolish Thraceians, this is my escape route!"
"Slashââ"
The flaming longsword cut through the air, creating massive cracks on the wall behind, with flames licking at the remnants of the gold left in the secret chamber.
"They still managed to escape, those despicable mortals!"
The winged man folded his wings, knelt down halfway, and slammed the longsword into the ground in frustration, causing the entire underground chamber to tremble slightly.
His eyes burned red as he turned to look at the mage behind him, gritting his teeth. "William, can you track their position?"
The red-robed mage sighed and shook his head helplessly. "Lord Hans, these mages arenât that powerful, but the one who made the scroll for them is far more skilled than I imagined. Their Mass Teleportation left no traces of coordinates, and my Divination Orb shows only fog."
"Damn it!"
The angelic warrior called âLord Hansâ slammed his fist on the ground once more, causing the entire underground world to quiver slightly.
"And that Donald, what a damn pig! He got tricked by such a lowly scheme. Heâs a disgrace to His Majesty Wilhelm!"
Mentioning His Majestyâs name, Hans looked at the shattered wall and the now-empty secret compartment. His always prideful face finally showed a trace of panic.
"Damn it, damn it! His Majesty said the importance of that contract. That idiot Donald was never fit to be trusted."
Anzeta Wasteland, outskirts of Isthalia City, Magic Coinâs exclusive experimental site.
Accompanied by the distortion and fluctuation of space, a dozen blurry figures appeared out of thin air. Charlotte and his group appeared there all at once.
Charlotte patted his face with lingering fear and sighed with emotion, "That was so close! That birdmanâs sword almost chopped my face off. Luckily, we teleported just in time."
Mingyue nodded in agreement. "Finally back. It really feels much safer in the Empire."
Charlotte nonchalantly took off the [Shapeshifterâs Robe] he was wearing, wiped his sweat, and let out a long breath.
"Phew, my face is still the most handsome. That fat pig doesnât even compare."
He looked at the animated armor beside him and laughed. "Right, Iron Egg?"
However, after Charlotte changed his appearance, red light flickered from the gaps in the animated armor, and a cold, piercing voice came from within.
"Enemy detected! Eliminating intruder with full force!"
The animated armor dragged its heavy warhammer, aiming directly at Charlotteâs head, ready to smash down.
However, Charlotte simply raised a finger. Instantly, an overwhelming force surged forth, and the animated armor was frozen in place, its arms dropping lifelessly.
This extremely powerful and sturdy domain of necromantic magic directly severed the animated armorâs magic core, leaving it helplessly bound to Charlotteâs will.
âThat was the authority of an Imperial Count!
Charlotte walked over to the animated armor without fear, striking a dramatic pose as he said, "You thought we were still in the secret chamber, huh? Iron Egg, this is my domain now!"
The members of the Magic Coin quickly gathered upon hearing the news of the return of their elite members.
"President, youâre back!"
"Damn, you even brought back a Level 12 Constructed Creature! Thatâs incredible!"
Charlotte patted the back of the unresponsive animated armor, full of spirit, and announced, "This is Iron Egg. From now on, itâs going to be our new experimental subject for Magic Coin!"
However, Charlotte did not notice that behind him, the Luck King was clutching a Memory Stone tightly, his expression twisted into a wicked grin.