Chapter 1088: 342. Ash rot promotion
The “Ashen Plain”, a Pollution Zone by na, was actually more like a fragnted continent.
Landmasses were fractured, covered with nurous capsized Floating Isles.
Mysterious and unknown Extraordinary Powers fixed these islands in the sky, preventing them from being destroyed by external forces.
The Assassin Angel said that this used to be the territory of the Silicon Giants.
Noland Lee could tell that the Silicon Giants only liked silicon, disdaining everything else.
The grass on the plain was strands of soft stone whiskers, emitting faint purple radiance, forming a vast purple ocean.
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The bizarre beasts on the grassland that could no longer rise were also made of so type of silicon. They were like shattered crystal sculptures, quietly waiting for the Decaying Plague to turn them into flesh and blood entities.
The flowers, fruit trees, insects, and even the flowing rivers and land itself on the plain were made of silicon.
If a group of scientists from Noland Lee’s world before crossing were brought here, they would undoubtedly be astounded by the sight before them.
Noland Lee had no ti to study the peculiar silicon in the Pollution Zone.
He had been caught by the Gray Rot People.
Even under the protection of Illusion magic and Anti-detection Magic Barriers, he was still discovered by the Gray Rot People on an island tilted at 45 degrees.
However, the Gray Rot Person who noticed him wasn’t the bloodthirsty, cold-hearted type.
This Gray Rot Person wore flesh-woven garnts similar to a Scholar’s robe, and unlike other Gray Rot People, wasn’t covered in bloodstains.
When Noland Lee saw him, the Gray Rot Person was standing at the edge of the Floating Isle, overlooking a chaotic battlefield thousands of ters down on the Ground Level.
He had sohow obtained books made of flesh and blood and a pen filled with ink of the sa, quietly docunting what he saw on the Floating Isle.
The attire and deanor of this Gray Rot Person were so odd that Noland Lee found himself staring at him for a long ti and even cast a Deconstruction.
Just lingering for that brief period, the Gray Rot Person vaguely sensed Noland’s presence and looked toward his direction.
“Hss… Chhh… Sss… Hss Hss Hss…”
It was as if a hissing tongue was speaking.
The Gray Rot Person, puzzled, looked at Noland Lee still under the effects of Disguise, muttering to himself as if pondering what had caught his attention.
From him, Noland Lee sensed an aura of “rational” thought.
Noland Lee pulled up the Deconstruction Results, glanced over them, and felt sowhat helpless.
He hadn’t managed to Deconstruct anything useful.
Well, more precisely, due to the Harmless Deconstruction, the Deconstruction Results were severely lacking.
The unique Gray Rot Person before him would require only 3 million Points of Energy for a complete Harmless Deconstruction, but the completeness was only 2%.
Noland Lee knew only the person’s na and a minuscule bit of identity information.
“Your Excellency…” Noland Lee silently called out in his mind:
“I’ve found an atypical Gray Rot Person. He seems to be able to see through my Disguise.”
Today, the Assassin Angel might be in a good mood, or perhaps for so other reason.
It seed very willing to answer Noland’s queries.
“Oh, an Ashen Poet.”
“An Ashen Poet?” Noland Lee murmured to himself.
He swept over the Panel Information obtained from the Deconstruction again, and the “identity” column had been updated with the term “Ashen Poet”.
Before, the term was four question marks, indicating it was unknown.
Now, it had been updated along with the words of the Assassin Angel.
This ant that the story the Assassin Angel narrated was accurate without a doubt.
Clearly, the Assassin Angel was very, very familiar with the Gray Rot People.
Noland Lee pondered for a mont and decided to ask straightforwardly:
“What is an Ashen Poet? Why doesn’t he go down below to fight with the other Gray Rot People.”
“He can’t go down, and those below can’t co up. The height difference is a natural Barrier and separation, but only temporary…”
The Assassin Angel recounted the history of the Ashen Poet, and Noland listened with great interest.
Among the Silicon Giants, “rising” represented an elevation in status, while “shrinking” denoted an ancient lineage.
Silicon Giants of high status would inevitably live in places closer to the Heavens.
Moreover, the longer they occupied high positions, the smaller the body of the Silicon Giants beca, with a higher Density of their form.
The Gray Rot Person who appeared before Noland had transford from a high-status Silicon Titan.
He managed to suppress the tendency for his body to split, but he couldn’t avoid turning to flesh.
Only by avoiding battle could he use the last vestige of his Extraordinary Power to suppress his body from splitting.
Once a victor erged from the battle below, he would wait for the ultimate winner to ascend the heights and present them with a eulogizing epic he had written.
If he was lucky, the victor might spare his life and entrust him with the role of a scribe.
If not, a battle would break out between them, ending with the Ashen Poet exploding into millions of Gray Rot People, rekindling a new battle.
After hearing the story, Noland looked up at the layers of Floating Islands above.
Apparently, these islands were created by the Silicon Giants, a symbol of their status hierarchy…
He had thought they were ford by the disruption of the Pollution Zone’s Plane Core.
“So you’re saying, if I keep flying upward, I might encounter more Ashen Poets?”
Noland Lee gazed at the island farthest away from him in the Heavens.
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