Chapter 1193: 374. The vicissitudes of time_2
His magic avatar was purely composed of wind energy.
Capacitance, thermal melt, acidic melt—were these three Mechanos useful to Clint “Windhawk”?
While Noland Lee had Nolin use Clint “Windhawk” as a hypothetical opponent in simulated battle experiments, he also looked up the panel information obtained from deconstructing the opponent at that time.
The Panel Information for Clint “Windhawk” showed that he was immune to thunder and lightning energy, had a 95% resistance to fire energy, and was also immune to rock and soil energy.
That is to say, of the three combat Mechanos, only the thermal melt bag Mechano was useful.
The results of the simulated battle experiments were in line with the deconstruction results.
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At this stage, Noland Lee was clear in his heart. noveldrama
If he wanted to deal with a Transcendent Wizard, he would inevitably have to rely on Breaking Energy.
He had to develop a Mechanos that could jet Breaking Energy to effectively damage the Transcendent Wizard’s magic avatar and the original body.
Then arose a problem…
Breaking Energy, this thing, could break not only the enemy’s technique but also Noland Lee’s own.
Once the Silent power was installed into the Mechanos, the first thing to be destroyed by the Silent power was the Mechanos itself.
The alchemy container storing the Silent power broke, the alchemy array that transported the Silent power broke, and the alchemy nozzle that jetted the Silent power also broke.
After a large number of magic experiments, Noland Lee found that only his “Sword of Silence” could perfectly carry the Silent power.
He went to Professor Erica again, wanting to buy the raw materials for the “Sword of Silence.”
Professor Erica took care of Noland Lee in every possible way but had to politely decline.
The reason was that the materials for the “Sword of Silence” were part of the inheritance Professor Erica took over from her father, the king, totaling only three thousand kilograms.
These three thousand kilograms of materials were cast by Professor Erica into 3000 “Swords of Silence”.
As of now, 1700 had been lost or damaged in battle, leaving 1300 remaining.
Of the remaining 1300, half were in the hands of the Silent Maiden members, and the other half were sealed in the warehouse, waiting for future new members.
If she handed over the “Swords of Silence” in storage to Noland Lee, Professor Erica would no longer be able to welcome new members.
Noland Lee thought about it and realized it made sense, so he no longer mentioned the matter of materials and had no choice but to look elsewhere.
After some time of discussion and thought, just as Noland Lee stood on the balcony drinking tea, he suddenly realized he was an idiot…
The so-called extraordinary materials capable of carrying Breaking Energy were actually not scarce at all!
Aren’t there a lot of anti-demon materials in that Pollution Zone called the “Steel Forest of the Dead World”?
Their performance was unknown at this stage, but just hearing the Assassin Angel’s assessment of the anti-demon materials, Noland Lee could realize that this type of material was very likely an excellent carrier for Breaking Energy.
Thus, the key to dealing with a Transcendent Wizard fell back on the Pollution Zone known as the “Steel Forest of the Dead World.”
Both Noland Lee and the Metal Ancestor Dragon Tarsali had a vast need for anti-demon materials.
On some level, they both seemed to have a reason to allow the Pollution Zone to appear unimpeded.
Noland Lee chuckled self-deprecatingly,
“I never thought that after much careful thought, I would end up sharing interests with the Metal Ancestor Dragon. Now, isn’t that interesting?”
Noland Lee had also pondered a lot about his relationship with the Assassin Angel.
Did they perceive each other as enemies?
Certainly not, otherwise Noland Lee would have already died at the sharp offense of the “Phantom Kill: Death Slash” when the Assassin Angel’s will awakened within Nicolette.
Were they friends, then?
Noland Lee felt that was not the case either.
Deities and Angels do not dance with Mortals.
Maybe the Assassin Angel talked so much and shared so much with Noland Lee because They had other requests.
Neither enemies nor friends, then how should their relationship be defined?
Noland Lee thought they were collaborators, based on some sort of special interests.
Noland Lee needed the other’s knowledge and capabilities, and the other needed to plant their stake in the Inner Cosmos—that was all.
If really forced to choose between the Assassin Angel and the Metal Ancestor Dragon, Noland Lee would opt to evade.
After all, he was just a relatively ordinary human being, completely unqualified to engage in competition at such a level.
However, Noland Lee also knew that the price of neutrality was to offend both sides simultaneously or to be abandoned by both.
When either side inflicted a catastrophe upon him, the other would merely remain indifferent, providing no assistance. That was the worst plight for someone neutral.
Based on this consideration, Noland Lee thought it better to lean towards the Assassin Angel, who was relatively easier to communicate with and with whom a certain foundation of trust had already been established.
Noland Lee set down the tea cup on the railing, cradled his hands over the banister, gazing into the sea surface in the distance, and murmured to himself,
“I need the anti-demon materials from the ‘Steel Forest of the Dead World’; that much is true. But I also promised the Assassin Angel to delay the appearance of the ‘Steel Forest of the Dead World’ as much as possible. I will keep my promise and not actively provoke the opening of the Pollution Zone.”
“Meow~”
The Snow-winged Cat flapped its wings, flying up from the garden below and landing by Noland Lee’s hand, rubbing its fuzzy head against its master’s sleeve.
Noland Lee wrapped it up, making it lie prone in his arms, gently stroking its belly.
Noland Lee noticed an extra letter in the Snow-winged Cat’s messenger bag, and he used [Mage’s Hand] to take it out and read.
The letter was from Morster.
After Noland Lee read it, his expression turned somewhat strange.
The Tatis Empire was about to welcome a grand festival, the Revival Festival.