Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 475 The Land of the Fall

A burst of golden light erupted, illuminating the entire passageway.

The light spread rapidly from Tang Zijun's hand outwards like a tide.

Wherever it went, the originally rough rocks began to change, and their surfaces began to shimmer with a golden luster.

The stone statues that were struggling to continue their attack began to stiffen, and then a golden light swept over them, changing their body structure and transforming them into pure gold by magic.

Not only the stone statues, but also the murals on the walls were affected. The textures on the stone walls appeared even more exquisite under the golden light, like fine carvings.

Tang Zijun remained focused, continuously releasing magic, the golden light extending ever further into the distance.

The once dark and damp underground tomb has now become magnificent and resplendent, like a golden palace. Even some of the damp drainage channels have been filled with golden light, turning into a golden liquid that flows slowly and viscously.

After doing all this, until everything in her surroundings was covered in gold, Tang Zijun slowly lowered her hands.

"call"

With a long sigh of relief, Tang Zijun swayed, a wave of dizziness washing over her.

Even after all this time, he still hasn't gotten used to the feeling of having his magic power being consumed in large quantities. Although it doesn't affect his combat power in itself, and he's only consuming the magic power from the cards, this effect still feeds back into his body.

"It...it worked?" Curly-Eared stared in astonishment at the golden world before her. Seeing that the stone statues had disappeared from the murals transformed into gold, her gaze towards Tang Zijun changed. "How did you do that?"

"It's not difficult. The element of gold itself is a highly invasive magic. It has a strong ability to assimilate. As long as the magic is strong enough, it can assimilate many elements."

"No, what I mean is, how do you know that turning the murals into gold will stop the statues from descending?" Curly-eared girl jumped in front of Tang Zijun and asked.

"I've already said, the mural is just a medium." Tang Zijun walked around the rolled-up ears and slowly walked to the wall. She looked at the mural in front of her and gently stroked it.

He then turned back and said, "Just as a reverse passage requires a mirrored medium, so too do these murals. If the medium is changed, the passage ceases to exist."

"However, this thing is quite different from a mirror. If I'm not mistaken, these murals are supposed to represent 'time'."

"Time?" Curly-eared boy tilted his head, not quite understanding.

"That's right, time," Tang Zijun nodded. "These stone statues are infinitely numerous because they exist across different timelines in this world. In other words, if the medium of the murals isn't changed, they can continue to appear indefinitely, and it's not impossible for them to fill the entire surface world." "Is that far-fetched?"

"Do you think it's outrageous? I think it's quite normal. Otherwise, these wasteland guys wouldn't have died here." As she said this, Tang Zijun turned to look at the mechanical artifacts not far away.

Deep inside the tunnel, several enormous humanoid machines lay sprawled on the ground. They were completely different from the previous intelligent machines; each one was an extremely unique entity.

Tang Zijun had intentionally avoided affecting them when she released her magic, so they remained in their original forms. Tang Zijun and Curly-Eared approached and observed them closely.

These humanoid mechanical faces showed no signs of injury, not even a scratch. They looked as if they were asleep, and some even maintained an attacking posture, as if they had suddenly lost consciousness during the battle.

Tang Zijun carefully examined the robot in front of her and said softly, "Just as I thought, these guys weren't killed by the statues at all; they were literally drained of their energy and died."

"Did it run out of energy?" Curly-eared blinked and tapped the metal casing.

"Yes, I'm afraid these guys didn't even realize the mural was unusual, or maybe they just had a brain fart and destroyed it, which resulted in the number of stone statues around it reaching an absurd level."

Tang Zijun continued, her gaze sweeping over the robots on the ground.

"No amount of stone statues can harm these wasteland creatures. The two sides are not even in the same league. But unfortunately, this is their home ground."

"With the narrow passageway and the endless army of stone statues, even these mechanical warriors would find it difficult to break through head-on. In the end, there would only be one outcome: being dragged to their deaths."

It's like those martial arts masters in the Ming Dynasty who were surrounded and killed by a large army. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you are surrounded by a large army and your strength is exhausted, you will die.

"Strange..." Curly-eared man muttered softly.

"What's wrong?" Tang Zijun turned her head.

"These mechanical monsters always make a lot of noise when they fight. If they're fighting so fiercely here, why haven't we heard a thing? Could they have already died before we got here?" Curly-Eared wondered.

"Yes and no," Tang Zijun said softly. "Since Katie signed the contract, you should understand that for the surface world, time is something that can be manipulated."

At this point, Tang Zijun slowly bent down and picked up a piece of clothing from the ground.

It was already a somewhat weathered fragment, but you could still vaguely make out that it came from a white robe.

"The bodies of these mechanical monsters are incorruptible, but the clothes they wore before are different. Judging from these fragments, they have been in this surface world for quite some time."

"The flow of time in the virtual world and the real world is different. What is just one night for us could be decades in the virtual world."

"Does that mean these wasteland guys' plan failed, and they're already dead here without us even having to lift a finger!" Curly-eared said excitedly.

However, upon hearing this, Tang Zijun showed no sign of relief; on the contrary, his brows furrowed deeply. "I'm afraid it's not that simple." Recalling the three-headed monster who had previously clashed with him, if he wasn't mistaken, that level of power meant that the monster must have been one of the gods of the Wasteland Era.

As a "god", even without divine power, Tang Zijun was unwilling to believe that the other party could be so easily dragged to death by a mere surface world, especially since the other party could also control time.

Noticing Tang Zijun's reaction, Juan Erduo also fell silent. After a pause, she said softly, "How about we go take a look?"

"Hmm." Tang Zijun slowly straightened up.

"But... that guy doesn't seem to be able to lead the way for us anymore," said Curly-Eared, pointing to the red-haired zombie that had been cut into several pieces like a slice of cake not far away.

"It's okay. Seeing these guys proves we're very close to where the train crashed," Tang Zijun said, shaking her head slightly. "Curled Ear, stay close behind me."

"Oh, I know." Curly-eared girl nodded repeatedly.

Passing by those humanoid machines, Tang Zijun quickened her pace and, together with Juan Erduo, ventured deeper into the tunnel.

After walking a winding path for quite some distance, the view finally opened up before us.

There was nothing left in sight that had been tinged with gold; everything that came into view was an eerie greenish-blue. The area was as large as two football fields, and its height was beyond estimation.

The entire hall is shaped like a birdcage, with a huge tree in the very center that looks like the legendary bronze tree. However, at this moment, half of the tree has collapsed, and the other half is stuck at the edge of the hall, presenting a sense of ruins.

Above the giant tree, a train shimmering with a ghostly blue light hangs high, looking like a blue serpent lurking among the branches.

But the "snake" was no longer a threat. Most of its body was hanging on the tree, while its tail dangled down, suspended in mid-air. Its front end had been smashed to pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Curly-eared stared in astonishment at the spectacular sight, speechless for a moment.

Tang Zijun narrowed his eyes slightly. He could sense that the energy in this area was extremely chaotic, as if the rules of the surface world had been affected here, and everything seemed to be out of control.

With a flick of her gaze, Tang Zijun suddenly sensed something unusual in the deathly silent hall.

Then, under the big tree, an old man wearing a white robe slowly turned his head.

"You've finally arrived."

The old man smiled.

"Wolf Riders".