Chapter 1151: 358. Technique Dead Talent_2
“Archelon, my most diligent assistant priest. In the na of the ritual, I have a task for you.”
The voice of Demon Bone was ethereal and elusive, hoarse and otherworldly.
“Yes, Your Excellency,” Archelon bowed.
Demon Bone picked up the skull wine glass and poured a rosy fine brew into his mouth.
The liquid, flickering with red light, slid down his spine, not entering the emptiness of his abdon, but was absorbed by the two frosty hearts inside his chest along the way.
“Prepare the soul energy for tomorrow’s final test,” Demon Bone said. “The day after, we will officially activate the signal tower.”
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Archelon stood up straight, taken aback for a mont.
According to the original plan, they were supposed to test for another month before officially activating the signal tower.
Why has it suddenly been moved up this much?
Archelon’s gaze shifted, glancing over Demon Bone and resting on the Death Steel Soldier Commander seated in the VIP area.
This fellow seed sowhat different.
Previously, his crown was immobile, but now, the blades on the crown were slowly contracting and expanding, as if following so sort of rhythm.
Attuning his senses, Archelon noticed an unfamiliar energy rhythm emanating from the other’s crown, its target pointed towards the endless heavens above.
Oh, this seems to be communication with outer space, a truly inconceivable ability…
Archelon speculated in his heart.
He bowed to Demon Bone again, saying with utter deference:
“As you wish, my lord. I will now prepare everything you require.”
“Very good, Archelon. You’re as industrious as ever. Go, and before nightfall, I will command to start the new test.”
Demon Bone signaled for his personal guard to pour him more wine, raised his hand to dismiss Archelon.
Archelon cast one final glance at the Death Steel Soldier Commander and then briskly walked away.
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After leaving Lord Demon Bone’s cave, Archelon hurried to the Soul Factory without stopping.
Though his mouth spoke words of service to his lord, in his heart he was already full of complaints.
Why should the signal tower be tested over and over?
It was only because the Undead Cult wanted to open a massive Pollution Zone that spanned over a hundred kiloters in one go!
This was a trendous project!
Comparable to what the Shadow Death Magic Realm had opened in the Dark Zone!
Archelon didn’t know exactly how long the Shadow Death Magic Realm prepared, but the rumors suggested at least a five-year minimum.
The Undead Cult had been preparing this Pollution Zone for just eight months.
And now, that old Demon Bone was cutting a month off the testing period!
This was enough to infuriate Archelon – Demon Bone, the technician specializing in the field of soul engineering.
If sothing went wrong tomorrow, it would be him, the technical ace, who’d have to take the bla!
With grievances he could not voice, Archelon had just now had to grit his teeth and agree.
“Bla it on that mute Death Steel Skeleton. It must have said sothing to Lord Demon Bone, causing him to decide to start the signal tower earlier…”
Archelon grumbled all the way back to the central nexus of the Soul Factory.
Standing on the High Platform looking around, the Green Light within the energy pipelines allowed Archelon’s frustration to gradually fade.
Back here, it felt as soothing as coming ho.
Look at this neat pipeline network, observe this orderly layout, and behold the ingenious energy monitoring devices — ah, the design of a genius.
Archelon smiled, drawing his Death Wand from his waist, and casting a vast swath of dark light, awakening his Undead Servants buried underground.
One by one, pale skeletons erged from the ground, each carrying a toolbox for inspecting the pipelines and nexus.
They shook off the dirt from their bodies, swept the fragnts back into the Crater with a brush, and filled and leveled the ground before heading to their respective posts as directed by their master.
Archelon pulled a Treasure Bead from his Magic Pouch and tossed it into the air.
Encased within the bead was an Ethereal Being capable of singing, which took to the air and with its throat, spread the lancholic and deep Undead ballad that was too grim for normal humans to bear across all directions.
Archelon waved his magic wand, commanding his Undead Servants, while he himself danced to the music, fully imrsed in the joy of his work.
A pair of human eyes were secretly observing this Dead Spirit with its peculiar antics.
“Could this guy be an idiot?”
Noland Lee comnted to himself with amusent:
“How can the Undead Cult pick such a Dead Spirit to manage the Soul Factory?”
The Assassin Angel said:
“Do not be fooled by appearances. It may be more cruel and cold-blooded than the others.”
Noland Lee inhaled softly:
“Yes, I must not let down my guard.”
Noland Lee threw a Deconstruction at Archelon who was singing and dancing, expending so Energy Points to refresh the other’s mory Fragnts.
Because of the Harmless Deconstruction, Archelon’s mory Fragnts were mostly incomplete, and each piece was covered with thick mosaics.
However, this did not prevent Noland Lee from understanding the aning of the mory Fragnts.
The mory Fragnt closest to the current point in ti caught Noland Lee’s attention.
Noland Lee raised an eyebrow but did not share the information he obtained with the Assassin Angel. Instead, he asked:
“Your Excellency, shall I make my move now? Do you intend to eliminate it on the spot, or capture and interrogate it for information?”
The Assassin Angel asked:
“How much longer until Nolin finishes modifying the rest of the energy nexus?”
Noland Lee inquired with Nolin and replied to the Assassin Angel:
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