Doomsday Roulette

Lo Xu wasn't particularly flustered at the beginning, as the divine level equipment he wore gave him immense confidence.

At least in his impression, a peak expert in normal condition, equipped with divine level defensive gear, had never been killed by any non-divine level weapon.

There weren't even any examples of heavy injuries.

It was precisely this ‘unprecedented’ situation that made Lo Xu worry-free; he even took a moment to glance at the situation on the side of the original stance.

Lo Xu felt that the key to the battlefield did not lie with him, even if he was under attack right now.

The real deciding factor for victory still rested with the battle against the two peak giant dragons.

If they won, then everything that followed would go smoothly, and the small bugs hidden in the manor below would be of no use, regardless of how capable they were.

But if the situation turned into a stalemate or even a loss, then something significant might be lost today.

When that spectacular wheel shadow disappeared, Lo Xu's previously stable emotions wavered slightly.

Regarding the hidden small bugs below, he had momentarily recognized their qualifications, a kind of qualification to communicate with them as a peak expert.

Even if the small bugs had underhanded means, it was still a form of capability.

Lo Xu gently patted his chest, and the light that had dissipated due to the transparent energy reappeared.

Not only that, but the two intersecting rotating light rings protected him in the center.

It couldn’t be denied that the energy derived from the transformation was powerful; even in such conditions, it was still eating away at the skill power emitted by the divine level equipment, causing the illuminated Lilon Armor ability to weaken linearly.

To outsiders, this scene appeared tense, exciting, and uncertain.

But as someone entrenched in the situation, Lo Xu could clearly sense that his defense, transformed through improvement, could not be breached!

However… Lo Xu suddenly felt something strange.

Since it was possible to improve the transformation, it naturally meant they understood how much destructive power this ability could currently inflict.

Even if not perfectly precise, estimating within a small range was still achievable.

Lo Xu also knew that there were some instruments in the manor that were capturing various types of data, including his Lilon Armor and the defense strength generated after its activation.

With the current level of technology, the summarization of such data was extremely rapid; it could essentially derive accurate comparative results after a brief delay of a few seconds.

The result should be… no, it must be that the transformed improvements couldn’t breach the Lilon Armor!

Lo Xu was confident that his feelings were never wrong.

But why did the manor below still persist in this attack?

They even initiated a second wave of attacks, much smaller in scale, targeting only Lo Xu himself, yet retaining its intensity!

The energy consumed by this wave of attack was estimated to be several million Moon Age Gold, right?

Could they really be this wealthy?

Lo Xu knew that everyone involved in this battle was no fool; a person capable of deciphering dwarf technology could not possibly be an idiot either.

So why were they still doing something futile? Was it merely to collect more complete data? Or were they holding onto a stroke of luck, waiting for a miracle? Or perhaps it was for the battle in the original stance?

In an instant, Lo Xu dismissed these speculations.

Collecting data was certainly important, but they had already gathered enough; there was no need for a second round.

Miracles? Such things were only believed by children.

As for rallying support for the two peak giant dragons? That didn’t make sense; with the original stance in play, everything external wouldn’t have any immediate effect.

Then… what was the significance of the actions taken by the people below in the manor?

Just then, Lo Xu sensed something. He looked up and saw two companions rushing towards him, seemingly intending to help.