Chapter 1089: 342. Ash rot promotion_2

In the past half an hour of exploration, Noland Lee, upon taking off by chance, felt an energy fluctuation coming from directly above.

This fluctuation was caused by Soul Energy, something Noland was very familiar with, and he was absolutely certain of it.

He launched a large number of Deconstruction Techniques toward the Heavens, and finally identified traces of the Pollution Zone Ritual Array among the hundreds of Deconstruction Results.

As long as he kept flying upward, he could get closer to the Ceremony Site and find the Corpse Essence of the Gatherer of Corpses.

The Assassin Angel followed Noland’s gaze and looked up into the sky, saying,

“What you will encounter is not just the Ashen Poets, but also other Gray Rot People transformed from the strong among the Silicon Giant Clan.”

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“Other types of Gray Rot People…” Noland’s heart stirred slightly.

He cast one last glance at the Ashen Poet who was focusing in his direction, then turned and flew upwards, venturing toward the higher Floating Islands.

Behind him, the Ashen Poet raised its arms to the sky, stretching out as if trying to grasp something intangible.

The Ashen Poet’s hands waved and grasped at the air, catching nothing but the ever-present air.

It lowered its arms in disappointment and continued to watch the great melee unfolding at Ground Level.

Noland reached the second layer of Floating Islands, about 15 kilometers from the ground.

At this height, besides encountering Ashen Poets, he also came across a type of Gray Rot Person with its feet embedded in the soil, standing like an ancient tree.

The Assassin Angel informed him that these Gray Rot People were known as Breeding Pool Gray Rot People, the ‘Food’ prepared by the Decaying Plague’s Plane Core specifically for the victors of the melee.

It would constantly grow fresh flesh and blood for consumption by the more powerful Gray Rot People.

Before contracting the Decaying Plague, the Breeding Pool Gray Rot People were nobility among the Silicon Giant Clan.

Continuing upwards, Noland arrived at the Third Layer of the Floating Islands.

Here, he encountered the “Cast Fire Gray Rot People,” a type of Gray Rot Person transformed from high-temperature Silicon Giants, capable of emitting intense flames to help other Gray Rot People with smelting and forging.

Further up, the fourth layer of the Floating Islands.

The number of islands at this layer was fewer, but each was very large, spanning tens of kilometers.

Notably, this layer had no Gray Rot People; instead, it was filled with numerous ores and Silicon Stone plants with unknown effects.

“This must be where Gray Rot People who’ve climbed up from below are meant to fight each other,” Noland thought.

Looking down at the plains he had traversed, he saw several dozen chaotic battlefields.

From each battlefield, at least one Gray Rot Person would stand out, enjoying resources from the first to the Third Layer of the Floating Islands and then sparking new wars here on the fourth layer because of the ores and plants.

Indeed, just as the Assassin Angel had mentioned, the Decaying Plague’s Plane Core had deliberately designed a system of advancement, supplemented with ample resources as an incentive.

Its purpose was to select a great lord capable of leading all Gray Rot People.

“Then… what about the fifth layer?”

Curious, Noland ascended higher into the air.

The number of Floating Islands on the fifth layer was even less, and their size was smaller.

Arriving here, Noland saw a pool filled with gray viscous material and ribbon-like worms wriggling within the pool.

“The breeding pools of the Gray Rot People,” said the Assassin Angel,

“Considering you are still human, I will refrain from explaining its use and effects to you. Just know that Gray Rot People who possess a breeding pool can rapidly clone themselves, creating new Gray Rot People with combat strength lower than their own.”

Noland launched a Deconstruction Technique at the breeding pool, consuming a couple million Points of Energy to unlock the Panel Information of his opponent, to save for later use,

Without further curiosity, he flew directly toward the Floating Island a few kilometers above his head.

The subsequent sixth, seventh, and eighth layers were where the Decaying Plague’s Plane Core guided the Gray Rot People to slaughter one another.

These three layers possessed numerous supplies and production facilities for the Gray Rot People’s use, allowing them to produce weapons and equipment with extraordinary effects.

Among the supplies were those that appeared rare and precious at first glance, but as they were all tainted with Decaying Plague, Noland didn’t stop to scavenge. noveldrama

On the ninth level of the floating island, Noland Lee finally saw something he recognized.

The spire-shaped Vacuum Bubble Emitter, standing tall like a cone on the expansive ground of the Ninth Layer, pointed straight into the starry sky of outer space.

Accompanied by intense Soul Energy fluctuations, the Vacuum Bubble Emitter, from bottom to top, burst forth with a vast expanse of bright gray glow.

“Humming…”

After a series of electric surge acceleration noises, the tip of the Vacuum Bubble Emitter shot out a dazzling column of light that pierced into outer space, launching dozens of metal capsule warehouses connected end-to-end.

In such recurring cycles, batches of bone material-laden capsule warehouses were sent into outer space by the light column, disappearing into the dark cosmic backdrop.

“So this is the Outer Space Gap…”

Noland Lee gazed at the surrounding Outer Space Gap enveloped by purple fog, watching the capsule warehouses slip into it.

“If I were to turn into Skeleton Form right now, boarded a capsule warehouse, and followed the light column of the Vacuum Bubble Emitter into outer space, what would happen…”

Noland Lee, in his Invisibility Status, had yet to be discovered by Madimanson, who was operating the Vacuum Bubble Emitter.

The Assassin Angel, perhaps guessing what Noland Lee was thinking, said,

“Outer space is just a bigger cage; it’s not as wonderful as you imagine.”

Noland Lee took a slight breath.

Having learned of the existence of the Plane Core, he certainly knew that outer space was not the paradise he had imagined.

But he couldn’t explain the origin of his yearning for outer space.

It wasn’t to return to an information society, nor to experience the feeling of transmigration; he simply wanted to find the legendary “Undying.”

After hearing Comini mention the Undying who resembled “Players,” Noland Lee had collected information through multiple channels.

How should I put it…

The more information he read, the more Noland Lee felt that the so-called Undying were the Players as he understood them.

Interacting with these people, Noland Lee might experience the feeling of finding his fellow countrymen.

Perhaps, he could also learn the secrets of his own transmigration from the mouths of these Players.

In any case, whether it stemmed from a deep understanding of the “Player” community or the desire to unearth the truth about his own transmigration, Noland Lee planned to make contact with these people as soon as he entered outer space.

This was his true inner thought.

“…You’re right, Your Excellency,” Noland Lee snapped back to reality, looking at Madimanson fiddling with the Control Console:

“Before I make adequate preparations, recklessly entering outer space would lead to a dead end. Not to mention finding a foothold in the vast Stars Sea, the time transformation required to shuttle between the Inner and Outer Starry Sky alone is not something I can endure…”

Noland Lee paused, scanning the Ninth Layer. He saw no trace of the Blood Sun Seal Descendants or the Undead Corpse Essence, prompting him to ask with curiosity:

“Let’s not talk about that for now, Your Excellency. Why are there only Madimanson and the Vacuum Bubble Emitter here? Is the Corpse Essence of the Gatherer hidden in the Resurrection Space of the Pollution Zone, just like Blood Binder Zudak?”

His last discovery of the Resurrection Space within the Pollution Zone was thanks to Dusk Giant Omisgard, whose information in turn came from the Assassin Angel.

Not wanting to waste time, Noland Lee chose to ask outright, not the least bit worried about being refused an answer.

The crystal prism on his finger emitted a faintly mysterious vibration.

After about a minute, the Assassin Angel spoke:

“Take out Madimanson, get inside the Vacuum Bubble Emitter, find the transmission platform; the Corpse Essence of the Gatherer is being sent over through the Outer Space Gap.”

Noland Lee instinctively looked up at the column of light emitted from the spire’s tip.

Instead of the metal capsule warehouses within the light column, there was something formed of gray, purple, and red spiraling together in a double helix.

This object extended from outer space down the light column into the spire, constantly in a state of spin.

Noland Lee hurled a Deconstruction Technique at it and then nodded slightly, knowing he had found the right target.

This was the Undead Corpse Essence in the midst of teleportation, and its Deconstruction Consumption was not much different from that of the Corpse Essence of Blood Binder Zudak.

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