NOVPUBChapter 1101: 348. Find someone to help
At the same time Noland Lee was confronting the blood-colored eyeball of the Blood Sun Seal,
a low-profile and secretive team of wizards entered the city through a hidden passage belonging to a small alchemy faction within. 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
The wizards had pale skin, emaciated figures, numb expressions, and emitted a complex smell mixed with tobacco and preservatives.
They all wore pure black wizard robes, hoods over their heads, and Threaded Bone Magic Wands buckled at their waists.
After successfully infiltrating the city, they immediately stepped into the Fissure Corridor and flew downwards non-stop, fearlessly entering Inside Pollution Zone.
The habitat of the Silicon Giant appeared before them, not with birds singing or flowers blooming or little bridges and flowing rivers, but with Filthy Blood, severed limbs, and broken flesh strewn all across the vast wilderness.
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“Suck~~~”
The leader inhaled deeply facing the bloody wilderness, intoxicated, as if the sight could bring him supreme delight and pleasure.
The Threaded Bone Magic Wand appeared in his right hand, pointing toward the corpses scattered not far on the ground.
Dark energy symbolizing death gushed from the tip of the wand like a waterfall, sweeping over the corpses, lifting them from the Ground Level and assembling them into some colossal and blasphemous deathly creation in midair.
“Limb Reattachment.”
“Corpse Suture.”
“Strengthen Corpse.”
“Corpse Combination.”
“Corpse Shaping.”
After one death spell after another, the corpses of the Gray Rot People transformed into a Titan with wings sprouting from its back.
The other wizards followed suit, using the plentiful casting materials from the wilderness, each creating their own Winged Titan of death.
Three minutes later, the wizards led their Winged Titans toward a more distant battlefield of Gray Rot People, crafting yet more and more death series summoned creatures with the materials there.
Another three minutes passed, and 10 wizards each ascended into the sky with three to four Winged Titans of death.
They seemed very familiar with the “Decayed Wilderness.”
They casually killed the Ashen Poet who offered them sycophantic writings and plundered the resources of various layers of the Floating Island.
First, they uprooted the feeding troughs, then sealed the fire-casting Gray Rot People inside the Magic Orbs, and subsequently took over the fourth layer of the Floating Island, leaving some people behind to build a magic fortress.
They advanced layer by layer; every layer’s Gray Rot creation became the possessions of these wizards.
When they reached the ninth layer of the Floating Island and saw the Vacuum Bubble Emitter in the form of a spire, they were followed by an army of death summoned creatures numbering over a thousand.
The traces of battle between Noland Lee, Madimanson, and the Blood Sun Whip did not catch the attention of this group of wizards.
All their attention was on the Light Column rising toward the Outer Space Gap from the top of the Spire.
To be precise, the purple and black double helix light band inside the Light Column completely captured their gaze.
“I feel it… I FEEL IT!”
The leader howled ecstatically, his voice hoarse yet piercing:
“This is the call of the Supreme Undead. He is the Benevolent Father of the Restful Sleepers, the Lonely Lamp of the Doomed, the Eternal Guide of the Undead. He needs our help.”
The leader turned his head and scanned his similarly excited fellow wizards with his gray eyes, and shouted:
“Quick, quick, quick, we must enter that Spire and follow the footsteps of the Supreme Undead.”
“Yes! Professor Dekart!”
“I can’t wait to meet the Supreme Undead!”
The wizards shouted excitedly and rushed toward the Spire, following their leader, Professor Dekart.
Behind them, the Winged Giants used their bodies as vessels, carrying hundreds or thousands of grotesque, mindless Undead Creatures.
Several kilometers away, an invisible Mechanos quietly observed this noisy group of unwanted visitors.
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“Oh, I didn’t expect the Death Herald Guild to be faster than the Pure Light Court.”
Noland Lee stared at the wizards in black robes through his Magic Vision.
About three minutes earlier, Nolin, who was responsible for monitoring the exterior of the tower, sent an alarm, mentioning that several wizards with a large number of Undead Creatures were approaching the Spire.
This group moved quickly and with clear division of labor; they were obviously well-prepared.
Upon receiving the alarm, Noland Lee immediately cast a Deconstruction spell at them.
The Death Herald Guild, ah~ what a familiar wizard force.
Especially their leader, Professor Dekart.
This Ninth Ring death series Combat Wizard, who had provided Noland Lee with a lot of “help” and “favors” when he first arrived in the Tatis Empire, was someone Noland Lee could hardly forget.
Noland Lee might not seek revenge from the natives of the Tatis Empire, but when it came to the wizard force of the Death Herald Guild, he only thought of crushing them.
Regrettably, it wasn’t Dekart himself who had come, but his Magic Avatar, which held just a third of the original’s Strength, roughly equivalent to an Eighth Circle Combat Wizard of the death series.
As for why Dekart would come here, and so quickly…
Noland Lee quickly browsed through their Memory Fragments, finding a rather vague answer.
It seemed that when the “Gray Wilderness” appeared, Dekart suddenly received an anonymous letter.
The letter was delivered with a Magic Messenger, indicating the sender knew Dekart’s magic postal code, but deliberately concealed their identity and origin.
It was after receiving the letter that Dekart decided to urgently summon Seventh and Eighth Ring Combat Wizards from the Death Herald Guild to come to the “Decayed Wilderness” in search of treasures.
