Chapter 1057: 329. Correct > Wrong
The Assassin Angel chased him to the Inner Cosmos and happened to appear on Nicolette, who was free of Mind Shackles.
The Assassin Angel knew the origins of the Dusk Giants, knew about the Supre Star Palace, and was aware of the Fire of St. Dillan, yet did not belong to the Supre Star Palace.
Omar Goddard was originally a simpleton, but now he’s getting smarter and smarter…
Transcendent Wizards are detached from the destiny woven by the White Ancestral Dragons, they have mastered a Sub-Dinsional Plane, and now they are drawn by the Essence of corpses, coming here to devour the red light orb of a forr Binder of Blood.
All sorts of clues converged in Noland Lee’s mind, knitting into a tight net.
At the very center of this net was the existence known as the Fire of St. Dillan.
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All the Extraordinary beings and Deities that Noland Lee had encountered were revolving around this thing.
But here’s the problem.
What exactly is the situation with the so-called “unable to grow without bathing in the Fire of St. Dillan”?
Is it that without the Fire of St. Dillan’s illumination, you can’t rember things, can’t absorb food through eating, or is it simply unable to gather Mana, this kind of Extraordinary Power?
Noland Lee checked his Panel Information carefully.
He confird repeatedly that none of his categories had the words “currently bathing in the Fire of St. Dillan.”
Not only that, but he found no similar phrases on any of his Deconstruction targets.
So to him, the Fire of St. Dillan is like sothing that others speak of authoritatively but that he has never felt the existence of—it’s an illusory thing.
It really is incomprehensible how such a thing could attract so many forces from the Extraterrestrial Void…
Noland Lee pondered deeply.
Nabby furrowed his brows, lost in thought.
With their own concerns, ti flew by swiftly.
No one knows how much ti passed; all the while, no third party entered this unique space.
After thinking it over and over, Nabby finally sighed lightly and pulled out an incomplete soul contract book from his Magic Pouch.
He and Noland Lee exchanged a few words verbally, then used [Mage’s Hand] to pass the contract to the other party.
Noland Lee glanced at the sheepskin parchnt in front of him, cast Deconstruction, and understood Nabby’s intention.
This contract book contained only half of the content.
Noland Lee was the one selling knowledge to Nabby; all he had to do was impart knowledge with no other obligations.
Nabby, as the buyer of knowledge, couldn’t decide on the price of acquiring it for the ti being.
He left a blank under “Obligations” for Noland Lee to fill in himself.
Whatever Noland Lee wrote, Nabby would give, without complaints or regrets, all in pursuit of knowledge.
Of course, he wouldn’t agree to just anything.
Demands like “imdiately committing suicide” or “willing to beco a slave” had already been vetoed by other clauses in the contract.
Noland Lee could only write normal requests in the blank space, asking Nabby to hand over sothing or perform a certain task.
Without a doubt, this was a soul contract with substantial concessions made by Nabby.
He had already written his own na on it.
He was just waiting for Noland Lee to fill in the blank, inscribe his own na, and the contract would be established.
Noland Lee held the contract in his hand with [Mage’s Hand], pondered for a long ti, then silently rolled it up and put it into his Magic Pouch.
He hadn’t yet decided what paynt he wanted from Nabby, and for now, he didn’t wish for the other party to know his na…
So, it could wait until later.
With this contract in hand, Noland Lee wasn’t afraid that after sharing knowledge now, there would be a chance of Nabby reneging on the deal later.
Nabby watched Noland Lee stow the contract, showing a montary blank expression, and it took him two seconds to understand the other’s intention.
Joy flickered in his eyes as he looked at Noland Lee with an eager longing.
Noland Lee didn’t dawdle and promptly fulfilled his promise.
He spoke of the Binder of Blood’s origins and the past affairs of the Supre Star Palace in a deep, sonorous voice.
Nabby’s heart stirred when he learned about Blood Binder Zudak.
Upon hearing that the flesh and blood he devoured could potentially allow him to be assimilated by Zudak’s will, the look in Nabby’s eyes as he stared at the red light orb was now filled with deep wariness.
He thought he was gorging on Blood Magic Power?
Bullshit.
In reality, it was like a chocolate bar with shit hidden inside.
In the end, his own Sub-Dinsional Plane “Frost Hair Blood Ring” might beco the territory of the Blood Binder.
Wouldn’t that be like making a bridal gown for a resurrected Zudak?
With Noland Lee’s reminder, Nabby felt increasingly that he had fallen into Zudak’s trap.
And the bait of this trap was the red light orb, which seed to make the Night Spirit Magicians salivate endlessly.
“What a pity.”
Nabby looked up at the red light orb with a lonely figure:
“I originally thought I had found treasure within the Pollution Zone, only to realize that I myself am but a chess piece in the deity’s sche.”
Noland Lee raised his right hand, aid his palm at the red light orb, and said in a deep voice:
“I’m going to destroy this Corpse Essence. There will be danger when the Divine Power bursts forth, possibly affecting you.”
Nabby was keen to witness the spectacle of Divine Power erupting.
He turned into a mist of blood and flew a distance away, then stopped halfway and turned to ask:
“Your Excellency, could you leave a small piece?”
This was hard to say… Noland Lee himself didn’t know how powerful the “Divine power runes” given by the Assassin Angel were.
On second thought, having the other party’s blank contract in hand was the perfect leverage for his own request.
Noland Lee decided to do a favor while it suited him.
He nodded slightly:
“I’ll try to control the intensity.”
A smile appeared on Nabby’s face as he stood motionless.
Noland Lee, having cleared the only disturbance at the scene, silently commanded “Confirm activation of the rune” in his mind.
Tens of millions of Points of Energy left him, bringing a faint sense of vertigo.
From Nabby’s perspective, Noland Lee’s right hand was brimming with the mysterious rhythm of Divine Power, invisible and colorless, intangible, yet enough to make one’s heart and mind tremble.
In Noland Lee’s eyes, a bright purple light burst forth from his palm, dense purple mist surging like sharpened blades towards the red light orb.
“Swish, swish, swish, swish…”
Countless purple mist blades pierced through the red light orb, causing the massive fleshly substance to convulse violently, spurting blood like a heart being lacerated a thousand tis.
This terrifying scene was visible only to Noland Lee, and it lasted for about one second.
With a loud bang, the red light orb burst open, turning into a dense blood fog, leaving behind only a small chunk falling downward.
As the blood fog dissipated, the chunk was caught by Nabby’s cast [Mage’s Hand].
The chunk was about the sa size as what Nabby had eaten before, unlikely to cause any mutation in him.
This was the result of Noland Lee intentionally controlling the path of “Illusion Killing – Desperate Strike.”
What Noland Lee found regrettable was that using “Divine power runes” to instantly kill the Corpse Essence didn’t trigger Passive Deconstruction.
The voice of the Assassin Angel ca from Omar Goddard’s Pendant, entering Noland Lee’s mind:
“You have chosen another path that is not a failure, with more right than wrong.”
The Assassin Angel had been auditing all along?
Noland Lee raised his eyebrows.
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