Defeating Magic Chapter 15: “Trust me.”

Chapter 15: “Trust me.”  

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

 

Zhou Yan pulled Luo Futu and ran out of the bedroom, then quickly turned to the basement. The basement was a space hollowed out directly downward, and all four walls were relatively strong, but not so strong that they could not be destroyed by such attacks, however, they could hide temporarily.

To be honest, those skillful attacks that seem to be like those released only inside a game shocked Zhou Yan. They did not belong to any kind of missile type weapons they could produce, but it seemed that the attack was very powerful. Zhou Yan was very curious about how it actually worked.

The two men were already to the basement, and the blue moonlight streamed in through the doorway of the basement, melting the buildings wherever it hit, just like ice cubes touching hot water. Luo Futu was quick enough to pull Zhou Yan away from the moonlight before it reached his feet, and he couldn’t stand still. The two men fell into the pit of the secret passage together, and then rolled into the tunnel like dice.

Luo Futu was almost too surprised to get up—there was a basement in the basement. Was Zhou Yan a mole? Why were there so many holes underground?

Zhou Yan climbed up and ran into a door in the passage. Luo Futu gritted his teeth and stood up to follow him, saying behind him, “It’s useless! They just attacked directly, which means they have already found out my whereabouts, it’s useless to hide deeper.”

Zhou Yan pushed open a door and pulled Luo Futu over, then pressed a button and the whole wall slowly slid through, blocking the door outside so tightly that there was no way to tell there was a door outside.

“I do not want to hide. If I want to fight with them, I must have a good weapon.” Zhou Yan turned on the light switch and the bulbs set into the wall gave off a dim glow, lighting up the surrounding area, and Luo Futu realized that there were many long and short black metal tubes that he had never seen before. After looking at them carefully, he thought they looked a bit like the gun Zhou Yan used to point at his head.

Zhou Yan said at this point, “This is my arsenal.”

He also made guns in his spare time, not because he was insecure, but because this kind of weapon from closer to his time would make Zhou Yan feel at ease, as if he could still touch the pulse of science. He made many types of guns, long and short; most of them were stacked up after testing. The most commonly used one was a pistol, the one he always kept by his side, and the others were stacked up here.

After Zhou Yan finished, he took a machine gun from the iron frame by the wall and threw it into Luo Futu’s arms, while he himself picked up another one. “Look carefully.”

Because of the violent running, Zhou Yan’s chest rose and fell sharply, he looked at Luo Futu as if to confirm, and his hands began to skillfully load the weapon with a series of actions that were flowing, clean, and very handsome.

Luo Futu watched his movements carefully, learning and doing at the same time, and by the time Zhou Yan changed the third bullet, he had learned how to load the machine gun.

But he also became more and more curious about Zhou Yan’s identity. He felt that Zhou Yan’s behavior was completely unlike an omega: he was used to fighting and was good at it. Ordinary omegas would have cried in fear when encountering such things, and would not act calm like him.

“They will find this place soon. There is a small door to the right of the secret passage, you keep an eye on that side, shoot if you see anyone. I will guard the door on this side.”

He seemed… used to being a commanding officer.

Luo Futu pursed the corners of his lips and nodded to Zhou Yan.

The two of them each guarded a spot, and sure enough, blue moonlight soon streamed in through the gap in the outer door, and the door fell down as if it had melted away. Zhou Yan cursed and shouted, “Shoot!”

Ta-da-da-da-da-da!

The two black-robed men just chased into the door and were attacked head on, with sparks flying everywhere. But Zhou Yan didn’t dare to slack off—he didn’t know his opponents either, and couldn’t even guarantee whether such an attack would work for them or not.

After all, they were mystics, and he had never dealt with them before.

Until the bullets were finished, Zhou Yan and Luo Futu didn’t stop attacking. Zhou Yan looked back at Luo Futu, who was staring out the window with a stony face, and did not show any sign of relaxation. Could it be that this attack really didn’t work?

As if to confirm his suspicions, after the smoke began to clear, the two black-robed men came out of the smoke, and except for two coughs, were unharmed.

“Damn…” Zhou Yan cursed in a low voice—he was sure he hadn’t discharged a blank bullet. What kind of monsters were these two…they were actually immune to gunfire?

Luo Futu suddenly spoke up at this point, asking, “What is the principle of its attack?”

Zhou Yan saw him staring at the machine gun in his hand and explained, “The cavity effect: the bullet relies on its own high-speed rotation and deformation to form a cavity in the human body, causing damage to organs, blood vessels, and hitting the vitals.”

Luo Futu shook his head and concluded, “That’s useless.”

Zhou Yan frowned. “Why?”

“It would affect ordinary mystics, but high level mystics, when using spells, will become invulnerable to swords and spears—it is difficult work targeting their flesh. If you want to kill them, you need a spell like soulfire to do so.” Luo Futu finished and added, “The mystic who dared to come after me alone should be quite strong.”

Zhou Yan slightly froze—this was not the legendary “use magic to defeat magic”? But he does not know magic, and Luo Futu’s body has not yet recovered. In this case, could they only wait for death? If the conditions were better, he could also make a more powerful weapon. He left Dense Cloud Planet when the Ministry of Defense had just updated a thermal weapon called “floating shadow cannon”, he also read the relevant information, if there was that…

As he hesitated, he heard two people talking outside: “Brother, the sparks just came from behind this wall, could he be inside?”

The other one was silent for a moment and said, “Melt the wall down!”

Zhou Yan and Luo Futu looked at each other, but for the first time, Luo Futu saw anxiety in his eyes. Luo Futu looked at him. “The person they are looking for is me, you go first.”

Luo Futu himself was surprised when he said this, he never felt he was a person who knew how to repay kindness or self-sacrifice; according to the normal situation, he should have thrown Zhou Yan out as a scapegoat. According to his own make-up, even if he couldn’t be a scapegoat, he wouldn’t care about his death, and anyway it was Zhou Yan who had meddled first… But now he has to run first?

His head was really funny.

Zhou Yan frowned, went to the other wall and fumbled with the switch, the floor beneath them rumbled and began to rise. “It’s not time to give up.”

Luo Futu slightly froze, and then relaxed; he looked at the side of Zhou Yan’s face, thinking that since he had this kind of ability, it was really a pity for him to die like this. He was really curious about what Zhou Yan would do.

Luo Futu never believed in feelings, and even more so, he didn’t think it was good to return the favor, and those people he met before who treated him well were only there to get benefits from him…

While Zhou Yan now saved him, he may also have the same idea.

After the floor stopped, a door appeared in front of him. Zhou Yan took Luo Futu out—this was not the first floor, but another passage. Zhou Yan, this guy, built a house on the secret passage.

“Hurry up, don’t stand still,” Zhou Yan urged Luo Futu without looking back. “This place is very narrow, follow me closely or you will get lost.”

Luo Futu stared at Zhou Yan’s back and suddenly stopped. “You go on ahead.”

But he still thought it was a pity that he would die like this. This man had too much talent.

Zhou Yan also stopped and looked back at him. “What do you want to do?”

Luo Futu stood a little further away from him, and even though his face was dusty and his hair was covered with a layer of dust, his appearance was still strikingly beautiful, and he didn’t seem to be running for his life. He slightly hooked the corners of his lips and said with confidence, “Only I can deal with them, you staying here is useless. Those weapons of yours can’t hurt mystics at all.”

Zhou Yan immediately retorted, “If you had a way, you would have just run for your life in such a mess?”

Luo Futu suddenly became very angry. “I don’t need a yong to protect me! Get out of here!”

Zhou Yan just took him as a child’s temper, completely ignoring him. He did not mention it and did not accept his plan. He pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked, “In addition to the use of your so-called spells, is there no other way? Natural elements like water and fire can’t hurt them?”

Luo Futu faintly froze, and Zhou Yan continued, “This obviously can’t be true. Power division can be divided into several elements: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, or something… If a flame works, I can take the high-temperature flamethrower to try.” 

He had to follow his thoughts, so Luo Futu said too seriously, “I think those two are also immune to water and fire.”

Zhou Yan clasped his arms and examined him breathlessly. “What kind of big devil are you? To send such a powerful mystic to hunt you down.”

Luo Futu had gradually become accustomed to Zhou Yan’s poisonous tongue; he knew that his mouth was hard to hear, but in fact, he did not really want to do anything to him, not to mention having the intention to figure out his identity.

Zhou Yan seemed to be uninterested in anything other than those strange and weird things.

It’s now also classified as odd and strange by him.

“How lame for me to tell you myself, you can get to know me later.”

Luo Futu lifted his chin towards him. “But if you want to know more, you have to live first. You should go now, I’m not going.”

Zhou Yan glanced at him. “What are you going to do? Be handsome? Don’t worry, I’m not fighting to save your life, I really don’t care too much about your death, I just don’t want to compromise on magic—so there’s no need to feel guilty about me.”

Luo Futu choked on his anger for a moment—ridiculous! He doesn’t feel guilty either! He turned around and leaned against the wall, staring angrily at the wall in front of him, no longer paying attention to this ungrateful bastard Zhou Yan. Luo Futu was silent for a while, but noticed the light bulb on the wall and suddenly asked, “Don’t you know magic too?”

“Hmm?”

Zhou Yan followed his line of sight, reflecting the dim light on the wall. He saw a thoughtful expression on Luo Futu’s face. “If there is enough lightning trapped in the crystal ball, maybe we can deal with them.”

Zhou Yan immediately understood. “They are afraid of electricity?”

“90% of mystics are afraid of the lightning method, the other 10% are afraid of even the sound of thunder.” Luo Futu finished, but then splashed him with cold water. “But these are too small, maybe they can scare them, but not enough to be a means of attack. Unless you have stored enough thunderbolts.”

Zhou Yan stared at him. “Do you know that the lightning you are talking about is an expendable product?”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I don’t store lightning, but produce it now and use it now.” Zhou Yan smiled coldly. “I will make these bastards who dare to destroy my house regret it.”

Luo Futu looked at his current expression and couldn’t say what mood he was in, it felt… It was like the first time he met him, when he dared to confront Zhou Yan, and then he was thrown on the floor and frozen alive for the night. He believed that even if Zhou Yan did not know spirits or spells, he was still a very scary person.

Zhou Yan came to the end of the corridor and pushed open a door there. “I’m going to get the instrument, you hold them off for now.”

Luo Futu stared at Zhou Yan without saying anything; the latter gave him a deep look and turned into the darkness. “Trust me.”