Chapter 1160: 361. Chance Encounter with an Acquaintance_2
Long-term erosion by Death Energy twisted their psyches, causing severe emotional fluctuations and a clear tendency towards violence.
They thought by tilting Death Energy beams towards the Pipeline and Nexus or by summoning the Skeletal Scythe to strike, they could improve the flow of energy within.
But in fact, this only exacerbated the energy leakage. noveldrama
Dozens of cracks, half a meter long, appeared on the Energy Pipeline, spewing out gray Soul Energy.
Realizing their mistake, the Undead Spirits grew even more irritable, shrieking orders to their Living Corpses and Skeletons to fill the gaps.
For a moment, a massive amount of bone shards and flesh rushed into the pipeline, contaminating the Soul Energy within.
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The blood and death carried by these contaminants, along with the Soul Energy, drifted towards the distant Signal Tower…
“Stop, you fools!”
“You’re only making things worse!”
“Idiots! You’ve damaged the pipeline! I will tell Lord Demon Bone!”
“Nonsense! I saw you fire ‘Death Finger’ at the pipeline!”
The scene was chaotic, while the corner with the Death Steel Soldiers was eerily quiet, presenting a stark contrast.
“Clang clang clang…”
Faint yet rhythmic running sounds came from the Underground Tunnel, growing closer and closer.
The Death Steel Soldier Commander stared with black eyes, emotionlessly running out of the tunnel and landing with a smack on the High Platform.
From his elevated position, he looked down at the quarreling Undead Spirits, murmuring indifferently yet with a hint of disgust:
“Broobi baab boopee…”
Um.. What is it saying, it sounds so haughty, but why does its tone seem so comical…
Noland Lee, hiding in the shadows, caught the Death Steel Soldier Commander’s words exactly.
He momentarily suppressed his concerns about Sully to focus on the situation at hand.
Archelon the fellow hadn’t been assigned a deputy, and Demon Bone had always believed he had no chance of escaping, so no close confidants were arranged to secretly learn Archelon’s “Technique.”
Now, with Archelon gone, the Soul Factory was essentially left leaderless.
Until another technical genius emerged, the chaos in the Soul Factory wouldn’t cease.
Noland Lee thought carefully and suddenly recognized what made Archelon unique.
It seemed he had a very good resistance to Death Energy, not falling into mental disarray due to its corruption.
This directly led to him retaining almost all his engineering experience after becoming an Undead Spirit, and he could combine it with Death Magic.
Such a talent, the Undead Cult might have carefully selected and nurtured for many years, yet they only produced one “Archelon.”
Now with the chaos in the Soul Factory and the Ceremony Site, and the disappearance of Archelon and Lophi causing the Undead Cult headaches, Noland Lee felt it was time to leave.
Moreover, the magical runes for “Magic Theft” wouldn’t be discovered by others.
Later, once he heard that the Undead Cult was trying to activate the Signal Tower again, Noland Lee would just need to bring the Magic Gem, activate the magical runes, and collect the Soul Energy.
Noland Lee inquired if the Assassin Angel was ready to withdraw.
The Assassin Angel thought for a moment and then said,
“Do you possess a Mental Magic that allows you to observe distant scenes?”
“Yes, it’s called ‘Mind View,’ usually used together with ‘Tracking Mark,'” Noland Lee responded.
“Are there any distance limitations?” the Assassin Angel asked.
Noland Lee slightly shook his head:
“There aren’t. But it’s quite easy to detect.”
The Assassin Angel said,
“Then set up these two spells here. I will protect them with the ‘Veil of Different Worlds.’
Noland Lee was pleased with this, raising his hand to insert a ‘Tracking Mark’ into the crack behind him.
The ‘Veil of Different Worlds’ immediately spread over this Spell Mark, enveloping it.
“Alright, let’s leave,” the Assassin Angel said.
Noland Lee grabbed the Gem Box at his feet with [Mage’s Hand], placing it into the Magic Pouch to count later.
He called out to Nolin, agreeing to meet on the surface of the Soul Factory.
At that time, Nolin would gather all the Mechanos on the ground level, waiting for Noland Lee to recover them.
Noland Lee suspected the retreat might not proceed smoothly.
Once he reached the ground level, it was indeed the case.
High-level Battle Spirits were flying rapidly, casting wide-range detection spells.
The arrayed around the Soul Factory in circles and circles, meticulously searching every corner, as if they would lift the Pyramid to see if Archelon was underneath.
Noland Lee, protected by the ‘Veil of Different Worlds,’ boldly flew up from underground.
He collected the Mechanos gathered here, then, right in front of the High-level Battle Spirits, left through the main entrance of the Soul Factory.
“What a bunch of true blind fools. ‘Veil of Different Worlds,’ awesome.”
Noland Lee glanced back at the bustling Soul Factory and cast ‘Death Flight.’
The route he chose was the way he had come.
Heading east through the Hanging Death Forest and Cemetery, flying over the Great Chasm, entering the Undead Cult’s border town, and continuing east along the Underground River.
About two hours later, having traveled more than three hundred kilometers, Noland Lee entered into Denise Green’s maximum Teleport range and summoned her to teleport back to the city.
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“How was it? Was everything smooth underground?” Denise Green looped her arm around Noland Lee’s as they appeared in their temporary Hotel Suite.
“Yes! Very smooth!”
Noland Lee nodded vigorously, patting her waist gently:
“Having you here just helped me avoid the trouble of the return journey. It helps to avoid a lot of risks of being discovered by the Undead Cult.”