Chapter 1152: 358. Technique death talent_3
“At most two minutes left, only one Nexus remains uncovered by the ‘Veil of Different Worlds’.”
The Assassin Angel said,
“Hmm, once her task is completed, you will seal Archelon into the Magic Orb. If it is willing to cooperate and volunteer information, then let it live. If not, there’s no need to try reading its mories—just erase it.”
Noland Lee nodded,
“No problem, leave it to .”
Noland Lee gazed at Archelon, extending his right hand into the Magic Pouch and gripped the hilt of the ‘Sword of Silence’.
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Archelon’s strength was comparable to Eighth Ring, but its actual combat ability was around Seven-Ring, similar to that of Selena.
To deal with such a character, Noland Lee only needed to rely on the invisibility effect of ‘Veil of Different Worlds’ and stab the ‘Sword of Silence’ into its chest.
Noland Lee silently calculated the ti in his heart.
As soon as one minute passed, he received a ntal ssage from Nolin that the conversion of the other Nexuses was complete.
Without a word, Noland Lee deployed ‘Death Flight,’ rushing towards Archelon with a whoosh.
In the instant he approached the target, he reverted to human form, using the montum to continue forward, the ‘Sword of Silence’ aiming straight for the other’s chest.
“Pffft—”
The ‘Sword of Silence,’ brimming with gray Silent power, easily broke through Archelon’s ribs, cutting it from front to back as if slicing through tofu.
With man and sword together, Noland Lee pierced through Archelon, leaving a massive hollow in its body.
Archelon stiffened all over, in disbelief as it looked down at the large hole in its chest and the missing piece of its Magic Heart.
It slowly turned, looking around in all directions, with eyes full of terror as if it had seen a ghost.
It saw nothing!
No attack, just its own Undead Servants and the Pipe Network!
It’s over, I’m going to die… Archelon opened its mouth, yet before it could make a sound, it saw a spiral of shadow energy rushing towards it.
Its body was severely damaged, reacting with extre sluggishness.
Facing the shadow energy beam entwining around its body, Archelon had no escape, watching helplessly as it was sucked into a Shadow Orb that appeared out of nowhere.
Inside the Orb’s magic space, it was pitch-black, devoid of the slightest luminance.
In absolute darkness, Archelon could not even discern northeast from southwest.
And because of the seal, its Magic Organs and Magic Energy within were completely suppressed by the Shadow Orb’s energy, precluding any possibility of repairing its wounds.
Faced with such a predicant, Archelon – Demon Bone, the most industrious technical genius among Lord Demon Bone’s followers, resolutely decided…
“I surrender!! Don’t kill !! I’ll give you whatever you want!!”
Outside the Orb.
Noland Lee, holding the Shadow Orb, was about to ask a question when he heard the cries from within the Orb, montarily stunned.
He hadn’t even started and yet all was confessed?!
Noland Lee’s mouth twitched a few tis.
He tore open an ‘Illusionary Sound Magic Scroll,’ altering his own voice, and with a cold deanor, he demanded from the wailing Undead Spirit inside the Orb:
“Tell all the secrets about the Soul Factory. If you fail to satisfy , then, death.”
Archelon hastily shouted,
“I’m the Assistant Priest here! You can ask anything!”
“Very well, start with the purpose of the Soul Factory…” Noland Lee, holding the Orb, retreated back into the shadows.
Honestly, seeing how cooperative Archelon was, Noland Lee breathed a sigh of relief.
Now, the news of the Undead Cult activating the Signal Tower ahead of schedule would smoothly reach the ears of the Assassin Angel.
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