Chapter 1237: 395. Seeing Oneself
Noland Lee deciphered the words of the Assassin Angel and grasped several meanings.
The most apparent feeling was that the power the other party brought into the Inner Cosmos this time far surpassed their previous capability.
If, months ago, the Assassin Angel could only use Noland’s identity as a cover, hiding as a rat in the dark corners, he now was akin to a card player who could jump onto the table and take part in the game.
Furthermore, as his power grew, the Assassin Angel might have glimpsed something from the chaotic Inner Cosmos.
“Has the ‘Escape’ Core of the Plane ever spoken to you about me?” the Assassin Angel inquired, looking contemplative.
Regaining his composure, Noland said,
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“Indeed, it has.”
The Assassin Angel asked,
“What did it say?”
Noland took a moment to recall, somewhat reluctant to speak,
“Uh… it said… ”
“Did it say that, as an Angel, I should have the authority to move freely between the Inner and Outer Cosmos? Why didn’t it just send you straight out?” the Assassin Angel asked.
Noland nodded awkwardly, feeling it was better for the other party to reveal things that involved their privacy.
The Assassin Angel fell silent for a few seconds:
“…Its query is also my own. My memory stops at the moment the Star God and I had a confidential talk in the Divine Authority Garden. I don’t remember anything that happened afterward.”
“Confidential talk?” Noland said,
“Could it be that this discussion stripped you of your angelic privileges?”
The Assassin Angel did not reflect directly but asked instead,
“Have you seen any Essence of Gatherer of the Dead in the Pollution Zone?”
“No,” Noland shook his head,
“At least, I haven’t come across any Essence of Gatherer of the Dead where I inspected, nor have I seen many Undead Spirits from the Undead Cult; I found mostly city zones sealed by hemispherical barriers and the Death Steel Legion. I suspect that the Undead Cult and the corpse essences are hidden underground. But there are also barriers underground, and alone, it’s challenging to destroy them or delve deeper into the Underground Area.”
After calculating the time, Noland said,
“Three months have already passed; is there still time to prevent the resurrection of the Gatherer of the Dead?”
Noland had left many ‘Tracking Marks’ within the Pollution Zone, frequently using these spell marks and ‘Mind View’ to remotely monitor the situation there.
He was not lying about this aspect; he truly hadn’t encountered any traces of the Gatherer of the Dead or the Undead Cult, as if these elements had evaporated from the world.
Such a bizarre development of events foretold a disaster related to the Gatherer of the Dead brewing.
This also indirectly prompted Noland to hold a ceremony ahead of schedule, inviting the Assassin Angel into the Inner Cosmos.
“It’s late, but not too late,” the Assassin Angel said,
“Inform your wizard friends and have them leave the Pollution Zone as soon as possible.”
Noland was startled and somewhat taken aback,
“Is the situation that serious? If they leave, wouldn’t the Pollution Zone fall under the Metal Ancestor Dragon’s dominion?”
The Assassin Angel explained,
“The situation in the Pollution Zone has always been under Tarsali’s control. If it hadn’t intentionally restrained its power, those ten thousand wizards wouldn’t have been able to exchange blows back and forth with it and its minions. The battle situation is tense, and more Ulnas Ring Wizards and Grey Wizards will enter the Pollution Zone. Once the number of wizards in the Pollution Zone reaches the minimum required for the resurrection ceremony of the Gatherer of the Dead, Tarsali will reveal its true strength.”
Noland realized the gravity of the situation. noveldrama
He took out pen and paper, intending to write a letter and do something.
But unfortunately,
As a nerd among the Wizard Group, the wizards he knew were quite limited.
Professor Erica might heed his warning and pull out the Silent Witches from the Pollution Zone.
For others, Noland could not guarantee they would accept his advice.
Even for Professor Denise Green or Selena’s brother Lonco, Noland didn’t have much confidence in convincing them.
The only way to broadly persuade was to spread rumors.
Once the rumors were out, some wizards who had grabbed enough spoils might leave the Pollution Zone earlier, but their numbers might only account for one percent of the total…
Facing such a frenzied situation, Noland truly felt somewhat powerless.
Hopefully, the Assassin Angel’s speculation was wrong… Noland thought as he put away his pen and paper and activated “Mind Induction” to locate Selena.
After a conversation, Selena resumed her task of spreading rumors.
Noland and the Assassin Angel nodded in agreement,
“It’s done, but I can’t guarantee the results. Wizards blinded by battle fury and those intoxicated with the spoils from the Pollution Zone are unlikely to believe Tarsali’s trap story.”
“No,” the Assassin Angel disagreed with Noland’s view,
“Don’t underestimate Nyrephale’s control over the Department of Magic, nor should you underestimate the Department’s control over wizards. You’ll see a wide-scale withdrawal of wizards, and it will happen faster than you think.”
“Really?” Curious, Noland opened his mental spell list and selected a few ‘Tracking Marks’ to launch ‘Mind View.’
At the same moment, several Magic Visions unfolded before his eyes.
Noland glanced at the images and was taken aback.
These ‘Tracking Marks’ were placed on high-rise ruins on the outskirts of the main battlefield, a relatively safe location unlikely to be affected by fighting, and with an excellent view of the entire battlefield.