Chapter 1191: 373. Deja Vu_2

The process of mass-producing Soul Energy had matured considerably, but the only downside was the long production cycle.

Even if the cultivation speed was adjusted to the maximal value within the safe range, Tarsali had to wait at least six months to receive the Soul Energy sent from the Metal Creation Group to the Inner Cosmos.

Six months.

To wait six months.

This would not do.

Tarsali had already spent a year’s time in the Inner Cosmos.

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It could use 3 billion points of Soul Energy to exchange for anti-demon metal materials from the Steel Forest of Mortal World, just as the White Ancestral Dragon Nyrephale could also use the stolen 3 billion points of Soul Energy to significantly strengthen itself.

Using the Soul Energy obtained from the Metal Creation Group was seen by Tarsali as a safety net.

On this basis, Tarsali sought another, faster way to open the Steel Forest of Mortal World.

In recent days, Paisi Dingda had been wandering around in and out of the city, above and underground, carefully observing the situation of the Land of Revival.

Through his perspective, Tarsali noted the Underground River contaminated by the Undead Cult.

He had seen through the aims of the Undead Cult at a glance.

This Underground River could be considered a part of some sort of mega Array.

Once activated by specific means, the Undead Materials floating in the river would become Undead Spirits, allowing the Undead Cult to quickly assemble a large Army of the dead.

How enormous was this Army?

Tarsali estimated that the number of Undead Spirits in the Army should be comparable to the population within Revival City, but since most of the Undead Spirits were low-level creatures, their overall combat strength was weak, making it difficult to confront the “Imperial Fist” and the Wizards of the Earth Vein Pillar.

So, if he could provide the Undead Cult with a means to significantly enhance the combat capability of the Undead Army, would the Undead Cult be willing to assist him in devouring the Land of Revival, sacrificing Life Creatures, and opening the Pollution Zone of the Steel Forest of Mortal World?

This was what Tarsali had been pondering lately.

In the end, he merely wanted to see the Pollution Zone opened properly.

The deaths of mortals and Wizards were not key to his considerations.

If he could forcibly open the Pollution Zone by sacrificing the Life Creatures of the Land of Revival, then he would no longer need to wait for the Metal Creation Group to transport Soul Energy to him.

To more quickly achieve his goal, Paisi Dingda must, on behalf of his master, make a trip into the territory of the Undead Cult.

“Watch those Death Steel Soldiers. They might share the purpose of your journey.”

The voice of Tarsali echoed in Paisi Dingda’s ears:

“Death Steel also has methods to strengthen Undead Spirits. But this is the Inner Cosmos, not their Ghost City of the Dead World. Their strengthening methods lack metal materials, and we have them. If the Undead Cult decides to use Death Steel’s strengthening methods while allowing us to provide the metal materials, you can agree to them, and I will arrange for the Pure Light Court to bring the materials required by the Undead Cult.”

“Yes, master.”

Paisi Dingda responded in his mind.

The conversation between the two was mediated through the Synthetic Human Main Control Chip inside Paisi Dingda’s body, undetectable to outsiders.

Lamont beside Paisi Dingda was no exception.

At this moment, their group was traveling on a Bone Boat along the Underground River toward a frontier town of the Undead Cult. noveldrama

Ever since the Spider Mother Cultivator Lophi and the Assistant Priest of Demon Bone went missing, the Undead Cult had significantly increased its vigilance toward outsiders.

A guard consisting of thirty mid-level Undead Acolytes surrounded the sellers coming to sell Soul Energy.

Officially, it was for protection, but everyone knew it was actually surveillance.

Lamont, familiar with the trading process, had briefed Paisi Dingda beforehand, who had temporarily joined the team before setting off.

Paisi Dingda responded coldly to this.

Lamont seemed to understand the character of this Metal Wizard and didn’t take it too personally.

But he hadn’t expected Paisi Dingda to behave so independently and forcefully queue-jump upon arriving at the frontier town of the Undead Cult.

The Metal System Wizard, with a body as hard as a steel plate, shoved aside the sellers and Undead Guards blocking the path, facing head-on the Cobwebs, Death Rays, and Skeletal Scythes, and walked straight toward the Spider Mother Cultivator responsible for the transaction.

When was the last time he had seen such a scene of blatant aggression?

It seems it was not long ago.

Lamont stared at the chaotic scene, somewhat entranced.

By the time Lamont snapped back to reality, Paisi Dingda had already burst into the Spider Mother Cultivator’s cave, while he and his two companions had been surrounded by the watchful Undead Cult, treated as accomplices…

“No, no, no, listen to me, there must be some misunderstanding…”

Lamont shook his head repeatedly, hastily restraining a companion who was about to cast a spell:

“Are you mad, to use our spells here?!”

His companion seemed to realize that he had almost become the spark that ignited the battle, and he forcibly terminated his casting.

His actions successfully prevented the three Light Wizards from exposing their identities, but also led to magic backlash, causing his face to turn pale, his body to tremble slightly, and his gaze to drift.

Lamont then turned to the language of the Undead Cult to plead for himself to the guards surrounding him, trying hard to distance himself and his two companions from the crazed Paisi Dingda.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please hear me out, we were merely traveling the same road. We met him along the way. We don’t know him. We are Corpse Thieves here to trade, and we come with sincerity…”

Lamont hadn’t finished speaking when his words were immediately contradicted.

A voice came from deep within the cave:

“Let those three Light Wizards in.”

“Uh…” Lamont’s throat choked up, his complexion turning waxen yellow.

His two companions looked the same.

Glancing at the surrounding guards of the sect, the fury in their eyes was almost tangible, as if they were ready to tear Lamont and his companions into pieces right there.

Fortunately, another sentence came from inside the cave:

“Didn’t you hear me? I said let those three Light Wizards in. Don’t stop them.”

The guards, with eyes as dead as fish, parted to open a pathway.

Lamont and his companions swallowed hard and, facing the undead guards’ cannibalistic stares, slowly walked towards the entrance of the cave.

The turn of events had completely exceeded Lamont’s expectations; his heart pounded furiously, nearly losing the ability to think, and they could only follow the Spider Mother Cultivator’s orders.

His two companions were no better.

The three men huddled together as they moved arduously, finally arriving at the entrance to the cave.

They involuntarily took a deep breath, bracing themselves for their fate.

Would they be personally seized by the Spider Mother Cultivator for intense torture, or be forced to undergo an undead conversion ceremony, betraying the Pure Light Court?

Lamont cycled through various pessimistic thoughts in his mind.

But upon stepping into the cave, the tension and worry on his face transformed into utter astonishment.

What did he see?!

A Dragon Man, his entire body covered in gray metal?!

The Dragon Man’s body contour was comparable to the most robust human, with full muscles and a sturdy figure.

On his shoulders, the top of his head, and the outer sides of his knees, there was a pair of metal wings, only the size of a palm, but shimmering coldly and sharply like blades.

The face of the Dragon Man resembled a lizard, with his mouth and nose protruding forward, forming a triangle when viewed from the side.

Around his neck, where it should have been smooth, there were now fine dragon scales, gently rising and falling with his breath.

Lamont rubbed his eyes, staring in disbelief at the creature from legends standing before him.

He had only seen illustrations of metal Dragon Men in books before, never expecting to see one in real life!

Wait a second!

Where had Paisi Dingda gone?

Lamont shivered, his gaze searching around, and finally, with a complex look, turned to the only Dragon Man present.

“Foolish Light Wizards, you have no idea the kind of being you have brought here,” the Spider Mother Cultivator managing the transaction matters disdainfully said:

“Were it not for the presence of this distinguished Dragon Man, I would have thrown you into a corpse-dissolving pit and refined you into corpse fluid.”

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