Above The Sky
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322: Chapter 301: The Restarted Ruins (3/3, updated 11k, asking for monthly votes again~) 322: Chapter 301: The Restarted Ruins (3/3, updated 11k, asking for monthly votes again~) At this moment, Ian removed several packs of Alchemical Explosives that had been hanging from his waist.

After defeating Patrick and the Nest Will, he was ready to do what he had intended from the start—completely destroy the Worm Nest.

Without a doubt, the place where the Nest Will resided was definitely not the most vulnerable part of the Worm Nest.

On the contrary, the will situated in the lower levels was the area where living metal and crystals were the most fortified and dense.

To think that blowing up that spot could trigger the collapse of the entire Worm Nest was nothing but a fool’s dream, an impossible task—at least with the few bags of explosives Ian had brought.

Rather, it could be said that the combined destructive power of these mere four packs of explosives, aside from their initial burst, might not even match up to Ian swinging his sword forty times.

So the question arose, where was the part that, if destroyed, would lead to the complete collapse of the entire Worm Nest?

Good question!

Ian had no idea either.

Unless he used Foresight View.

“Right here.”

After crossing through layers of partitions within the Worm Nest and looking up, Ian’s eyes shimmered with a watery brilliance.

He quickly saw within the vast Worm Nest the gathering of fissures and grey mists.

Indeed, it was the area where the Brain-Eater Matron usually dwelled and hid.

Since the Brain-Eater Matron had resided there for a long time, the environment had adapted to its presence.

Should the matron fail to return for an extended period, the rooms, areas, and passages that were originally supported and pressurized by the matron would rapidly become fragile and subsequently collapse.

Countless fissures converged on this spot, and it would only take a small explosion to catalyze a self-collapse in every load-bearing area of the Worm Nest that was out of balance.

Using Foresight View, Ian meticulously placed each pack of explosives in the most optimal areas, set the detonation signals, and then he stepped forward, walking towards the outside of the Worm Nest.

“That’s not right.”

Sensing the tumult of the Behemoths fighting outside and recalling something, Ian turned back and headed deeper into the Worm Nest: “Almost forgot, there are still those things I haven’t taken.”

At this very moment, outside the Worm Nest.

The battle of the Behemoths was nearing its end—the Matron was suppressed by the White Mist Bishop and the Aether Crystal Dragon, the Dimflower Seedling had lost its energy, and after going berserk for a while, the Soaring Surge Gargantuan Eel had fallen completely silent, stationary in its place, not moving at all, one couldn’t tell if it was dead or simply lost its own will from the overwhelming Spirit Energy pressure.

“You really could have held on a bit longer!”

By the time Ian reached the outside world, wrapped in a large blanket made from Worm Nest Flesh and Blood and carrying three Dragon Eggs, and firmly stepped onto the crystalline ground, his legs suddenly weakened, and he felt as though his entire body might fall apart.

—All the tasks were complete, nearly all the enemies had been dealt with, and he truly had lost that last bit of breath that was sustaining his fight all this while, as nearly three to four days of accumulated fatigue surged forth at once.

“Whew…

The fight with Andor’s Armor Suit, the Native Great Shaman with the Crocodragon, the Fiery Flame Land Special Forces, the local Magical Beasts, and Patrick…

these past few days were really fulfilling, and I’ve even spent all the Origin Quality I saved up over more than a year…”

Ian wasn’t exactly heartbroken over the Origin Quality stored in the Ancient Dragon Heart Core.

Putting aside the fact that the Crocodragon’s Crystal could repair the Ancient Dragon Heart Core, the recently acquired Moren Steel could lay a solid foundation for his upcoming Third Energy Level.

He had made a killing…

Merely the highest access to Redwood Base and the complete blueprints of the Aether Furnace Core, along with the Spark, were enough to make him proclaim his gains were incalculable.

But to have spent the equivalent of over three hundred sixty days in just three days, his life’s intensity in recent times was indeed a hundred times that of other times.

And just as Ian staggered, a figure quickly approached from ahead, steadying the young man.

It was Yisen Gard.

The blond youth had come to meet the comrade who had joined him in battle these past several days.

He needed no questions to know the outcome of the battle inside the Worm Nest, so he said not a word, just gently prepared to take Ian back to Master Gossay, where the Alchemy Master would mix a few Stamina Potions to restore his strength.

“Here.”

But the unsteady Ian lifted a sword from his waist—that was Patrick’s Mithril Longsword.

He handed the sword to Yisen Gard and, looking down, instructed, “This is what your uncle said he wanted to leave for you—as a war trophy, I suppose.”

Yisen Gard, supporting Ian, paused in his steps.

He turned his head, looking in the direction of the Worm Nest, and couldn’t help feeling a bit melancholic.

After a moment of silence, he murmured to himself softly, “Is my uncle there?”

“Let it be.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Ian spoke to comfort him, “He died in quite some pain; didn’t seem very happy.”

Yisen Gard came to understand just how disastrous Ian’s sense of humor could be, but admittedly, even a joke from hell had its place.

The youthful Yisen, caught between laughter and tears, was thoroughly amused by the momentary pang of concern and shook his head repeatedly, “How could he be happy after dying?

Anyway, you’re a lot heavier than I thought!”

He had originally thought that Ian, with his build, would be light and easy to support, but he hadn’t realized that although Ian appeared slender and tall, he was practically no different from an iron statue in human form: “Move quickly, the Matron isn’t dead yet!”

That was indeed the case.

At this moment, the Matron was still in a frenzy.

The enormous shelled soft-bodied Behemoth wanted to rush back to its nest at any moment.

It wasn’t the Nest Will, but it was the individual closest to the Nest Will—if one had to describe it, it was reluctantly seen as the ‘offspring’ of the Nest Will and had a certain possibility of taking over to reassemble the Swarm again.