Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 361: The Sentinels’ Ambush

As soon as she finished speaking, Nana leapt off the rocky ledge, jumping straight into the city below.

Silvanus instinctively reached out, but all he caught was the decisive silhouette of her back.

He then looked down at Mira in his arms—her breathing was faint, as if she were on the verge of death. Even when Silvanus tried healing her, it barely had any effect. Strange—far too weird.

With no better option, Silvanus could only carry Mira on his back while chasing after Nana.

Of course, they needed to find a way out of this place, and right now the only thing that might offer them clues was this city itself.

But the moment he jumped down, Silvanus realized just how narrow human eyesight truly was.

Seen from above, the place already looked massive, but only after descending did Silvanus truly grasp its scale.

He had to fall for a very long time before the proper form of the city became visible. Parts that had seemed small from afar were actually enormous. Standing on its streets, a human might as well be an ant.

Here, the only small things were the doors. The towers stood apart from each other, each surrounded by its own cluster of architecture—appearing chaotic, yet perfectly stable.

From above, it looked like a flat surface, but in truth, it wasn’t. The city was tiered. The level Silvanus landed on was the very top—only one tower. When he walked toward the edge and looked down, he saw the other towers scattered in messy, uneven layers. Their tips jutted upward, and the lower the tier, the taller the towers became—because their pointed peaks all aligned at roughly the same height.

Silvanus held his breath. He set Mira down gently and began exploring the structure.

Everything was peaceful—no traces of battle. According to history, the Hobbits had suddenly erected a colossal barrier between the two lands and then vanished without explanation. Where had they gone...?

Silvanus wondered, his hand brushing lightly over the door before him.

He even had to stoop to reach it, just as the books described. Hobbits were tiny; even the tallest barely reached one meter thirty, and those were rare.

One could imagine them moving through this city—tiny bodies in enormous structures, like a true colony of industrious ants. Tireless, brilliant, capable of building monumental architecture utterly disproportionate to their size...

Thud!

Just then, something bumped into Silvanus.

Before he could say anything, Nana’s irritated voice rang out: "You’re seriously such a nuisance!"

Silvanus couldn’t help glancing at Nana. She pressed her lips together, snorted coldly, and ignored him, heading toward Mira instead as she muttered, "There’s nothing here at all. Maybe we really do need to get out of this place as soon as possible."

At that moment, tremors suddenly echoed from below. Silvanus and Nana exchanged a sharp look.

Silvanus raised his hand, and a dome of light instantly formed, shielding Mira.

At the same time, Nana stepped forward to look down. The next second, her eyes widened and she retreated at full speed—another magic circle igniting before her!

Boom!

A thunderous blast erupted. Before them stood a towering Sentinel, its body reaching over four meters tall, shaped like a knight wielding a massive sword. But it had no head; its chest bore five stars, now dulled by age, yet still unable to hide the power or rank they represented.

A Five-Star Sentinel—the lowest-ranking warrior of the Hobbits, but more than enough to deal with inexperienced mages who had never even seen real combat.

The massive energy blast struck forward. Cracks split across Nana’s magic circle before it shattered into glittering dust and vanished. Nana herself was flung backward by the explosion.

Her feet scraped against the ground—she caught herself with one hand, another magic circle flaring beneath her as she stabilized her body.

The Sentinel staggered slightly as well. Its enormous form swayed before quickly regaining balance.

It didn’t pause. Raising its massive sword with one arm, it shifted into a combat stance and charged straight at Nana!

"Where the hell did this thing come from?!"

Nana roared as countless magic circles materialized around the Sentinel, unleashing razor-sharp blades of ice—the only thing she could think of that might damage this colossal machine.

Light magic was only overwhelmingly practical against shadow creatures. But against a Sentinel...

She could only attack while retreating, because it was evident at a glance—the ice blades did absolutely nothing!

The Sentinel emitted a metallic clatter as its greatsword swung down, slashing toward her without hesitation.

Of course, it didn’t hesitate—because it didn’t even know what pain was.

Even the Undead—immortal creatures—could still feel pain. But the Sentinels? They were nothing more than puppets. Born to guard, yet every aspect of their design made them perfect for the battlefield.

Nana saw the massive blade coming and gritted her teeth, dodging at the last possible moment.

At the same time, something suddenly wrapped around her waist, yanking her backward with incredible speed.

Before she could even react, Silvanus had already pulled her into his arms.

One arm around Nana, the other holding Mira, he ran at full speed.

The Sentinel’s greatsword struck the ground, sending a violent tremor through the entire area. The floor caved in where it hit, and cracks webbing outward.

The Sentinel paused for a moment. It straightened slowly—though it had no head, one could almost feel it looking around. By now, Silvanus had carried both Nana and Mira down to the second tier from the top, hiding in a blind spot.

They pressed their lips tightly shut, utterly silent, to the point where even the beating of their hearts felt unbearably loud. Nana was especially quiet—she didn’t dare to open her mouth and tell Silvanus to get away from her now.

Above them, the metallic clatter of the Sentinel echoed once more. Its movements were slow, steady, and rhythmic. It was clearly a patient predator. As long as Silvanus and the others stayed silent, they were temporarily safe.

But then, suddenly, two red dots appeared on Nana’s and Mira’s foreheads.

It happened incredibly fast. Almost instantly, a sound like ripping space tore through the air, wind shrieking around them.

Time seemed to slow. Silvanus clutched both Mira and Nana and threw himself to the ground.

Shiiiu—BOOM! CRASH!

Two beams of light shot toward them without warning, followed by a violent explosion that blasted a massive chunk of rock into the air—along with Silvanus and the others.

In that instant, when Silvanus lifted his gaze, he saw it—hidden in the shadows.

A Sentinel shaped like a rhombus, about two meters tall, with its head a downward-facing triangle. Its limbs resembled spider legs—long and elegant, far more refined than its rough, bulky torso.

Its eyes were closed. Both arms were raised. Smoke curled from the pointed tips—clearly the source of the earlier attack.

And on its chest, in the still darkness, three stars flickered faintly...