I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 480 A Race Against Time

Lynn was pretty much out of options. Although she was a Divine Master, she could only use such a stupid method to stop Jonathan from entering Pollerton. It was exasperating.

Ten days was enough time for Jonathan to reach Pollerton.

She had no choice but to come to Nymphaea to set up a huge magic formation. Only then would Jonathan be kept out of Pollerton.

As long as Jonathan had not entered Pollerton, Lynn had not lost and had a chance to turn the situation around.

For Lynn, no matter how great the price she needed to pay, she had to kill Jonathan as soon as possible.

In truth, Torrence had never been a significant existence to Lynn. She just did not want him to expose the things she had done. However, she had a deep-rooted hatred for Jonathan.

It was as frustrating as being pestered by a fly that constantly hung out in the room and survived each attack.

What she feared the most was that Jonathan and his group might dismiss the thought of going to Pollerton if they found out about the situation here.

If that were to happen, Lynn would be humiliated. She, as a deity, could not keep waiting there forever.

It would be another time-consuming and arduous battle if Jonathan chose not to go to Pollerton, as

Lynn would have to continue her search efforts.

Jonathan and his group had no problem playing the game of hide-and-seek in Snowhaven. The problem was that this type of method had its risks and could not go on forever. Regardless, Jonathan was currently in possession of the best pawn—Fekro. He wanted to use the latter to deceive his way through.

On top of that, Torrence's words reminded Jonathan that Clarabell would be a massive problem once she hatched.

Lynn was unaware of Clarabelle's existence.

When it came down to it, Clarabelle was a dragon, and a dragon was drastically different from humans. If Lynn used The Void Manifestation and noticed the dragon breath among the black specks in The Void, Jonathan would be in a tough spot.

As it were, both parties had their own issues to face.

In fact, Jonathan had a bigger problem—he was getting close to Lynn. That was the most dangerous as well as the safest place.

However, there was one day left until Clarabelle hatched.

The others' spatial rings and the storage rings taken from the cardinals were not suitable for people to live in.

Hence, Jonathan needed to find a way to get out of there and enter Pollerton before she hatched.

That was a challenging test for him.

Even Fekro had given that problem some thought. From his point of view, the people maintaining the magic formation needed to take turns to rest. It was during that time that they could seize the opportunity to sneak into Pollerton.

Even though Lynn had set up a huge magic formation in Nymphaea, it was still a place many people used to travel in and out of Pollerton.

Meanwhile, Lynn could not be too domineering as well. Otherwise, once the other party retaliated and things spiraled out of control, it could evoke displeasure from the people of Pollerton.

Although the thugs and old mages in Pollerton were not friendly to each other, they would feel displeased to see a deity bringing a group of people to cause havoc in their territory.

Considering the fact that it was a place with many passersby, Jonathan and his group would not stand out too much. To Lynn, the furthest end of Nymphaea did not need to be checked. Alas, that was her biggest mistake.

“Once we get past Nymphaea, we can get rid of our robes and slowly sneak into Pollerton,” said Jonathan.

Lynn wos pretty much out of options. Although she wos o Divine Moster, she could only use such o stupid method to stop Jonothon from entering Pollerton. It wos exosperoting.

Ten doys wos enough time for Jonothon to reoch Pollerton.

She hod no choice but to come to Nymphoeo to set up o huge mogic formotion. Only then would Jonothon be kept out of Pollerton.

As long os Jonothon hod not entered Pollerton, Lynn hod not lost ond hod o chonce to turn the situotion oround.

For Lynn, no motter how greot the price she needed to poy, she hod to kill Jonothon os soon os possible.

In truth, Torrence hod never been o significont existence to Lynn. She just did not wont him to expose the things she hod done. However, she hod o deep-rooted hotred for Jonothon.

It wos os frustroting os being pestered by o fly thot constontly hung out in the room ond survived eoch ottock.

Whot she feored the most wos thot Jonothon ond his group might dismiss the thought of going to Pollerton if they found out obout the situotion here.

If thot were to hoppen, Lynn would be humilioted. She, os o deity, could not keep woiting there forever.

It would be onother time-consuming ond orduous bottle if Jonothon chose not to go to Pollerton, os Lynn would hove to continue her seorch efforts.

Jonothon ond his group hod no problem ploying the gome of hide-ond-seek in Snowhoven. The problem wos thot this type of method hod its risks ond could not go on forever. Regordless, Jonothon wos currently in possession of the best pown—Fekro. He wonted to use the lotter to deceive his woy

through.

On top of thot, Torrence's words reminded Jonothon thot Clorobell would be o mossive problem once she hotched.

Lynn wos unowore of Clorobelle's existence.

When it come down to it, Clorobelle wos o drogon, ond o drogon wos drosticolly different from humons. If Lynn used The Void Monifestotion ond noticed the drogon breoth omong the block specks in The Void, Jonothon would be in o tough spot.

As it were, both porties hod their own issues to foce.

In foct, Jonothon hod o bigger problem—he wos getting close to Lynn. Thot wos the most dongerous os well os the sofest ploce.

However, there wos one doy left until Clorobelle hotched.

The others' spotiol rings ond the storoge rings token from the cordinols were not suitoble for people to live in.

Hence, Jonothon needed to find o woy to get out of there ond enter Pollerton before she hotched.

Thot wos o chollenging test for him.

Even Fekro hod given thot problem some thought. From his point of view, the people mointoining the mogic formotion needed to toke turns to rest. It wos during thot time thot they could seize the

opportunity to sneok into Pollerton.

Even though Lynn hod set up o huge mogic formotion in Nymphoeo, it wos still o ploce mony people used to trovel in ond out of Pollerton.

Meonwhile, Lynn could not be too domineering os well. Otherwise, once the other porty retolioted ond things spiroled out of control, it could evoke displeosure from the people of Pollerton.

Although the thugs ond old moges in Pollerton were not friendly to eoch other, they would feel displeosed to see o deity bringing o group of people to couse hovoc in their territory.

Considering the foct thot it wos o ploce with mony possersby, Jonothon ond his group would not stond out too much. To Lynn, the furthest end of Nymphoeo did not need to be checked. Alos, thot wos her biggest mistoke.

“Once we get post Nymphoeo, we con get rid of our robes ond slowly sneok into Pollerton,” soid Jonothon.

Everyone agreed with his suggestion. After all, it would be weird to still wear the cardinals' robes once they reached the end.

It was a risky plan.

Successfully sneaking into Pollerton under Lynn's nose was like an act of humiliating the latter. Even worse, it would be the greatest humiliation of her life, even greater than the last incident.

Even so, Jonathan could not be bothered to consider Lynn's feelings.

While the situation was merely an insult to Lynn, it was a matter of life and death for Jonathan.

When night came, Fekro was finally feeling tired.

A majority of the magic formation's energy was sustained by Lynn. Even so, the cardinals and elders had to put in a lot of effort too.

It was at that moment when Fekro was given the chance to get some rest.

Seeing that, Jonathan and the others did the same as Fekro, sitting on the ground at the end of Nymphaea to eat.

The Supreme Sect members occupied all four sides of Nymphaea, with some sitting in front of and behind Lynn. There was nothing weird about it.

Those who were allowed to rest then were truly exhausted. Some were busy cooking while others ate, so no one had the time to keep an eye on others.

Of course, there were still elites of Supreme Sect examining the people passing through Nymphaea. There were a total of three strict checkpoints both on the inside and outside.

Seeing it was almost time, Fekro brought the trio toward the direction of Pollerton.

At that moment, everyone, apart from Yeverie, was incredibly calm.

No matter how fast their heart was racing, they had exceptionally strong minds to keep themselves

composed.

Finally, Fekro arrived at the last checkpoint, guarded by ten Supreme Sect elites.

Fekro recognized one of them—a Red Cardinal, Maxwell Leblanc.

As soon as Fekro arrived before Maxwell with the trio, Maxwell greeted with respect, “Hello, Lord Fekro!”

Fekro responded with a smile before saying, “We'd like to take a stroll over there. After all, we might not get to come here anymore in the future.”

“Do you need to search us? We'll be more than happy to let you do so,” said Jonathan with a smile.

Maxwell did not know who Jonathan was. Then again, it was not weird as most of the people there did not know each other. What Maxwell paid the most attention to was the fact that Jonathan was wearing a Black Cardinal's robe. “Sir, you must be kidding. Of course, we don't need to search you.” With that, he opened up the path and said, “Please go ahead.”

Just like that, Fekro and the others successfully passed Maxwell's checkpoint.

Then again, it was easy for them since the ten guards were standing apart. There was no reason for them to stand together on such a huge bridge.

The group of four still had their guard up and did not go too far the second they exited Nymphaea.

They pretended to be casually looking around.

“They'll become suspicious if we keep staying here, but I'm guessing it's almost time for the next shift. Once they change shifts, no one will pay attention to us. Then, we can quickly remove the robes and head inside,” said Fekro.

Jonathan nodded, saying, “Looks like we're in luck.”

“If the possibility of you guys sneaking in crossed Theos' mind, she definitely never would've allowed simultaneous shift changes. Obviously, she never considered this part. The shifts change at almost around the same time. This is something I noticed long ago.”

Perhaps Jonathan was fated to be that lucky.

No matter what, that moment was a nerve-wracking one.

A small flaw could spell the end of Jonathan and the rest.

Lynn was someone capable of killing an Archmage with just a snap of the fingers, let alone Jonathan and the rest. It was just a piece of cake for her.

Finally, Maxwell and his team's shift ended.

Fekro and the others had been watching the guards closely. As soon as the shifts had changed, the quartet quickly put their robes into their spatial rings. Following that, they split up and moved slowly.

They stood out too much as a group of four. Splitting up would make it harder for their opponents to notice them.

Ten minutes later, only when the quartet was a distance away from Nymphaea did they gather again.

Nymphaea was no longer in sight.

“We still have a major crisis—we're missing. Once Theos realizes that, she'll find out from Maxwell that we've come here. That's when she'll come rushing over,” analyzed Jonathan.

Fekro, too, looked grim. “That's right. If she uses her powers to arrive at Pollerton's entrance before us to block our path, we'll have nowhere to run to with her forces behind us.”

“She'll be livid the moment she learns about this. And when that happens, she'll lose all rationality and do everything in her power to seal Pollerton's entrance,” Jonathan chimed in with a deep voice.

Frowning, Torrence said, “That means we're dead meat, aren't we?”

“Well, we have two options now. One, we can run with all our might and even use magic to arrive at Pollerton as quickly as possible. That would be a race against time, assuming Theos doesn't find out we've left until half an hour later. With half an hour, it is possible for us to arrive at Pollerton with the help of magic. The second option is that we split up, march as fast as we can for ten minutes, then slowly make our way back to Pollerton.”

“Why?” Torrence and the others struggled to understand the reasoning behind Jonathan's options.

“I find the first option extremely dangerous. It depends a lot on luck. The second one is to retrace our steps. That's because Theos' men will instinctively check on those heading toward Pollerton and ignore those exiting the place.”

“Doesn't that mean our efforts will be wasted?” asked Torrence. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Hearing that, Jonathan explained, “Listen. If Theos loses her temper, she'll definitely go to Pollerton's entrance to block our path. Her speed is beyond our imagination. She can travel twenty-five kilometers to and fro in a flash. If she were to cause a huge scene at the entrance, it'll certainly attract the old mages' attention. The second she fights with them, that's our chance. If the old mages chase her away, we can pass through the entrance freely. However, if we were to run all the way into Pollerton, she would surely notice something odd using The Void Manifestation.”

Fekro piped up, “I still think it's not a wise idea. Let's just split up and travel slowly, but not be too far away from each other. That way, it'll be easier for us to respond to each other’s calls. The snowy tundra is actually a great place to hide. We just need to bury ourselves in some snow, and they won't be able to find us. Come on. Let's get to Pollerton as soon as possible. If the old mages come, we can use the fight to our opportunity and sneak in.”

“Okay, but what if the old mages don't appear in time? What if they're not powerful enough and are eliminated?” asked Torrence.

“That's why both options are very risky,” uttered Jonathan.