Chapter 1249: Elite Sitting Pose_2
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[You have been influenced by an unknown factor and are experiencing an illusion, which is expected to end in 1 second.]
Almost at the mont Noland Lee finished reading the system ssage, the sea of death filled with countless bones disappeared from his sight.
“What exactly is it that rely by using a detection spell to ‘see’ it, I experienced an illusion?”
Due to the lack of panel information, Noland Lee could not see if his “Basic Attributes” were still the sa as before.
This made it impossible for him to determine whether he had beco weaker or if the thing underground was too strong, causing him to hallucinate.
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“Boom—” Another explosion ca his way, significantly louder than the previous ones, practically detonating not far above Noland Lee’s diagonal position.
Noland Lee released several sound waves in quick succession, realizing that the skeletons in the corridor had risen too.
They brushed past one another, clogging the entire corridor.
It was worth noting that whether it was the skeletons in the treasure room or in the corridor, they were not of a normal human size, visibly taller by a large margin.
Noland Lee closely observed the nearest Skeleton Warrior and discovered the other had only four fingers, with slender arms that reached almost down to their ankles, much like a gibbon.
The bodies of the Skeleton Warriors showed no signs of seams, therefore, these tall and long-ard skeletons corresponded to an alien species distinctly different from mankind.
A flash of lightning crossed Noland Lee’s mind.
“Oh! I know now. These must be the ‘Prayer for the Dead’ race that the Scroll Angel ntioned. They are the most devoted followers of the Gatherer of the Dead, volunteering to beco Skeleton Lost Souls after death, ever-ready for summoning to protect the Death Artifacts buried across the universe by the Gatherer of the Dead.”
Noland Lee felt a slight itch in his teeth, as if holding back a complaint would be unbearable.
He had clearly left the wretched Inner Cosmos, so how could he still be entangled in events related to the Dark Deities? This was way too coincidental.
“No, no. It might not be a coincidence. I was supposed to be teleported to a resource planet, but now I’ve ended up here. Before this, my teleportation was interfered with by the Star Palace Barrier. In the end, it must be an entity capable of manipulating the Star Palace Barrier that has thrown here, forcing to join the ranks of the Prayer for the Dead, to fight for the Dark Deities.”
The Assassin Angel once said that only the Star God, Senati, and Gilenz could control the Star Palace Barrier.
It must have been one of these Deities who betrayed the Star Palace and ford a tight collaboration with the Dark Deities, thus misdirecting Noland Lee’s teleportation at a critical mont.
Without worrying about which Deity was secretly orchestrating everything from behind, Noland Lee now only wanted to quickly break free from the bond of the “Power of Senati” and escape the control of the Death Artifact.
If all went as expected, he who sat on the throne was likely one of the minor leaders of the Underground Treasure Room and a mber of the Prayer for the Dead race.
If he could not leave the range of influence of the Death Artifact quickly after the “Power of Senati” dissipated, there was a possibility he would beco enslaved by the enemy.
There were many variables and looming crises in this situation.
Noland Lee had to lant that having a panel would be beneficial, as it would enable him to check his status bar to see if he had been affected by the Death Artifact, thereby preparing for what lay ahead.
“Boom—” The sound of an explosion erupted from the floor above, and large chunks of soil fell from the ceiling, showering Noland Lee.
Noisy shouting ca from the upper level.
“Abra kadabra alakazam…”
“¥%#@!@&!”
Unknown languages erged, and not just one but two.
In his mind, Noland Lee silently queried:
“Check if I can cast ‘Universal Communication Technique’.”
[You can cast ‘Universal Communication Technique,’ Magic Array Blueprint as follows:…]
Noland Lee sketched the Magic Array Blueprint in his mind and aid the spell at himself.
When he listened to the shouting from upstairs this ti, he wasn’t clueless.
“Hurry up! Hurry up!” The language of the speaker was unknown, and the tone sounded rather barbaric, giving off an irritable impression.
“Launch the liquid fuel bomb to block the corridor and stop those Prayer of the Dead grunts. The rest of you protect the Split Bear Star Thief’s engineers and don’t let them die before they blow the floor.”
The second person’s language was different from the first, and although loud, it was steady and calm.
Noland Lee nodded to himself.
The interstellar ships he had noticed in the orbit near Ground Level must belong to the Split Bear Star Thieves.
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The first person to speak must be the commander of the Split Bear Star Thieves.
Then what’s the situation with this second person who spoke?
Why would there be two commanders in the sa team, each using a different language to command their own mbers?
Noland Lee found this team command mode novel.
“It’s going to explode! Everyone prepare to descend! The next level is the entrance to the land of wonders! The entrance is guarded by elite monsters known as Prayers for the Dead! We must take down the elite monster to lift the chair it’s sitting on and open the entrance to the land of wonders!”
The second commander spoke again…
Noland Lee was shocked by what the other party said!
What are these elite monsters of the Prayers for the Dead, and what does it an to take them down to open the entrance under the chair?!
Am I not the only one sitting here in this treasure room?
Could it be that I am that elite monster???
Hey? Wait, elite monster? Isn’t that the term used for mini-bosses in gas?
Noland Lee’s eyes widened all of a sudden!
Could it be that he had encountered the so-called “Undying,” a player-like presence from legends?
Just as Noland Lee’s brain suffered a brief crash at this mont, an explosion bood above him, with violent air currents wreaking havoc inside the vast treasure room.
Heat waves struck, a fierce wind swept through the entire room, and the immobile Prayer for the Dead Skeletons were scattered to pieces.
A tal cage, approximately thirty to forty square ters in size, fell from the sky, slamming onto the gold and silver jewelry on the ground with a clang, scattering a large number of sparkling gold coins.
The tal cage was sturdy and heavy, with several shooting windows less than thirty centiters in length and width.
Dark gun barrels reached out from the windows and began to unleash firepower inside the room at all the prayers for Dead Skeletons.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
These weren’t ordinary kinetic energy weapons!
Noland Lee saw with his own eyes how chicken egg-sized bullets shot out from the barrel, bursting out dense sparks and sharp fragnts upon impact with Skeleton Warriors, instantly penetrating and burning all Skeleton Warriors within two to three ters of the target.
“All units fire at will! Don’t worry about ammunition. Our expenses, the Split Bear Star Thieves have got it covered!”
The suspected player commander shouted orders from inside the tal cage.
There seed to be quite a few of the Split Bear Star Thieves, as their voices also emanated from the cage:
“Idiots! Don’t aim at those gold coins! That’s what we ca for! If you destroy the coins and jewels, how are we supposed to account for them when we get back!”
“Damn Undying, can’t you hear us?! Stop shooting the coins and gems!”
The Skeletons of the Prayers for the Dead inside the treasure room were the common enemy of both sides, but clearly, faced with a mountain of gold and jewels, the player-like group and the Star Thieves had their differences.
The Star Thieves preferred the pleasure of wealth rather than the efficiency of slaughtering enemies like the players did.
After a few loud shouts from the Star Thieves, whether it was due to pressure from them or not, those identified as players by Noland Lee switched to precise shooting, trying not to destroy the valuables.
With the intensity of the fire decreasing by several levels, Noland Lee managed to catch a breather amidst the barrage of bullets.
As an elite monster, he enjoyed incredibly generous treatnt the mont the tal cage hit the ground.
No fewer than three machine guns capable of firing Burst Bullets targeted him and opened fire.
The shrapnel and sparks from the exploding bullets were blocked by an invisible force, leaving Noland Lee montarily unhard.
This protective force might have co from the “Power of Senati,” or it could be inherent to his skeletal body.
Seeing that the countdown for “Power of Senati” was about to hit zero, Noland Lee had to consider a crucial question in his mind:
He had finally encountered the so-called “Undying,” the players he envisioned.
How should he deal with them and others?
Should he take them and the Star Thieves down together, monopolizing the Death Artifact below?
Or should he slip away in the chaos, avoid conflict, seize the opportunity to take the Star Thieves’ ship, and leave this planetosphere?
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