Jeremy's resolute tone not only shocked the injured god of war but also surprised Ritchie, who stood beside him. The two of them instinctively turned their gazes toward Jeremy.
"Do you really think that we can defeat a powerful enemy by working together? Don't you realize that the entire Tower of Exile is under the strict surveillance of the supervisors? They could discover us at any moment!" The injured god of war's voice grew increasingly weak as he spoke.
Jeremy shook his head. "Of course I know that the supervisors in the Tower of Exile could find us quickly. But that's not an excuse for us to give up hope! We can become stronger before they locate us. From your earlier description, it's quite clear that as you approach the bottom of the Tower of Exile, your power diminishes faster and faster.
Have you considered that this might be because the lower levels of the Tower of Exile can absorb your strength? If you go against the current and move toward the upper levels of the Tower of Exile, you might be able to regain your power!"
What Jeremy said was merely a guess, and even he did not fully believe in its validity.
Upon hearing this, the expression on the injured god of war's face shifted rapidly. It seemed that Jeremy's words had convinced him. "Are you saying that as long as we can reach the center of the town, I can regain the strength I had when I first entered this level?"
In response to the inquiry, Jeremy did not provide a definitive answer. He simply said, "You can only know the final result once you start moving. If you wait here for your inevitable end, then you will never know whether the guess is right or wrong!"
Jeremy's words finally rekindled some fighting spirit in the injured god of war. Slowly, he stood up. "Even though my strength has almost dissipated, I will still fight for myself! I would rather fall in the midst of battle! And with your help, I might still succeed! Let's hope we can grow stronger before they find us."
Having successfully persuaded the injured god of war, Jeremy and Ritchie began to move toward the center of the town together.
At the same time, at the very center of the town, two powerful Intelligent Machines were discussing their next course of action. The Mechanical Rampage Beast, designed for combat, was visibly agitated because it had failed to complete the task assigned by the White Tower.
Next to the Mechanical Rampage Beast, the reconnaissance mechanical sentinel remained calm and collected.
"How long are you going to take to find the fleeing warrior? Our master wants us to capture him as soon as possible! Our pace has already disappointed him greatly!" The Mechanical Rampage Beast roared angrily at the nearby mechanical sentinel.
The mechanical sentinel replied in its characteristic cold electronic voice, "There's no need to be so impatient. I'll be able to find him shortly. And in Terminal Town, no one can escape. Anyone who comes here will be destroyed by the town's own power. Before long, the fleeing warrior will likely die in some corner of the town.
All we need to do is find his corpse; there's no need for any combat at all!" .net
The Mechanical Rampage Beast flatly refused. "These matters should not burden our master directly! It's better for us to eliminate the fleeing warrior and the two others first. After that, we can report everything to our master!"
The Mechanical Rampage Beast's reasoning was, in fact, more prudent. While the White Tower excelled at manipulating High-Dimensional Data and possessed great intelligence, its temper was notoriously poor. The White Tower often erupted in anger over trivial matters, which was something the mechanical monsters, despite lacking human emotions, were keenly aware of.
They had excellent memories and were certainly unwilling to provoke their master over minor issues, fearing his wrath.
The mechanical sentinel ultimately conceded. "You're right; we shouldn't disturb our master over these trivial matters. I will keep a close watch on the movements of the three of them. Just follow my guidance and quickly find them."
Under the guidance of the mechanical sentinel, the Mechanical Rampage Beast swiftly moved toward the direction where Jeremy and the others were located.
Jeremy naturally sensed the presence of the Mechanical Rampage Beast. At this point, he, Ritchie, and the injured god of war were very close to the center of the town. Jeremy decided it was time to use the gift of The King of Time and Space.
"Get ready! I'm about to open a Portal! This Portal will take us directly to the central building of the town! If I'm right, there are surely important subordinates of the White Tower inside that building."
As soon as Jeremy finished speaking, a Portal materialized in front of the three of them. Without any hesitation, Jeremy, Ritchie, and the injured god of war stepped through the Portal.
They found themselves inside the central building of Terminal Town, where the mechanical sentinel stood, dumbfounded at the sudden appearance of the three individuals. Before the mechanical sentinel could react, Jeremy swiftly pulled an axe from his pocket and cleaved the sentinel's head in two.
The mechanical sentinel never had a chance to inform the Mechanical Rampage Beast of what had occurred. The Rampage Beast continued to believe that Jeremy and his companions were still about half a kilometer away from the central building.
After eliminating the mechanical sentinel, Jeremy decided to quickly gather all the High-Dimensional Data it possessed. He aimed to use this data to uncover what information the enemy had.
"We need to stay here for a while; this is the only way I can gather more useful intelligence. While I'm collecting data, you two must ensure my safety," Jeremy said quickly to Ritchie and the injured god of war.
Ritchie nodded heavily in agreement. Although the injured god of war hesitated for a moment, he ultimately decided to follow Jeremy's orders. The reason he chose to comply was that he sensed his strength was beginning to return. This meant that everything Jeremy had told him was true—there was a real possibility he could become stronger before they were found.
The injured god of war completely trusted Jeremy now. After all, he was his only hope and the only way to regain his powers. At least until he confronted the White Tower, he would continue to cooperate with Jeremy.
He hoped everything would go smoothly until then. It all depended on Jeremy, the injured god of war thought to himself.