Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 404: 142. Noland the Great Trickster_3

Translator: 549690339

A few mutated tentacles enjoying “Soul Freeze” branched out and formed Undead Runes in the air.

“Indeed… the battle’s in a deadlock

“I’m surrounded by… a large amount of corrupt byproducts.”

Noland Lee nodded, realizing why he had been lingering for so long without encountering any corrupted soldiers coming to die.

It turned out that the Dusk Giants had attracted the enemy’s attention, dragging them near the ritual.

Time passed as “Soul Freeze” was cast continuously.

One mutated tentacle after another exploded and was reborn on the ground, helping the Tentacle Overlord increase its soul attack resistance.

Just when Noland Lee thought this state would continue, a change occurred.

One of the mutated tentacles did not regenerate after self-detonating. The glow exposed in the process faded away, blending into the darkness.

Noland’s heart sank, and he asked,

“Are you not going to make it?”

The mutated tentacle formed Undead Runes:

“Indeed…My will to stay here…is weak

“Unable to defeat… Shubick’s contaminant byproduct

“Stop…Wizard

“Let us…talk…”

The mutated tentacle voluntarily left Noland’s palm and sped up the formation of Undead Runes in front of him, making the text flow smoother:

“My original world was destroyed. I don’t know who is responsible.

“I wandered the starry sky, looking for a new world.

“Having lost the setting sun and the earth, I became weak and was ambushed by Shubick.

“I drifted into your world through the starry sky.

“I apologize for bringing pollution from space.

“I need to discuss cooperation with the leaders of your world to help me revive. I will share with you the Soul-casting Technique of the Dusk Giants.”

Noland’s mind raced, processing the information:

“In your world, are there only Dusk Giants, and are all of you living in harmony without disputes?”

“Yes. The world is a homestead, and we are all family, without quarrels.”

“No wonder…” Noland nodded slowly, saying:

“Our world is different from yours. There are numerous non-ordinary forces here. Just in our group of wizards alone, there are no less than a hundred wizard forces. Struggles are the norm, peace is only temporary. You say you can share Soul-casting Technique. That’s a big issue. People in our world are greedy. Everyone wants all the advantages for themselves and won’t share with others. I’m no exception.”

A flash of understanding shone in Noland’s eyes:

“Oh, I see. Did you have the same conversation with the wizards from the Death Herald Guild and the Emperor of the Tatis Empire? Did they tell you that only they can help you revive and that no one else can?”

Since Noland began analyzing, the mutated tentacles had been stunned.

Noland finally understood how innocent the Dusk Giants’ mentality was.

This group of towering giants who used to live on another planet was not only tough but also powerful. However, they had no internal conflicts, and everyone lived in harmony.

When they entered the New World, they made the mistake of assuming that the new world would be as harmonious as their original world.

They naively thought that everyone in this world would treat each other with sincerity and respect.

In reality, that wasn’t the case at all.

Compared to the native inhabitants of this world, the Dusk Giants were just simpletons.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Bang~”

Another mutated tentacle exploded and did not regenerate.

The Dusk Giant controlling the mutated tentacles regained its senses and formed Undead Runes from them, saying:

“Yes. I have contacted the Death Herald Guild, the Tatis Empire’s Emperor, and the Ancient Dynasty’s Emperor. They all told me that only they can help me regenerate. Thank you for telling me about the chaos in this world. What should I do…”

Noland pondered for two seconds, then snapped his fingers and asked:

“The will you have staying in this pollution zone should only be a small part of your overall will, right? Where is the rest of your will?”

“I have divided my will into a thousand parts. There is only one-thousandth here. The rest is in the Tatis Empire’s palace, in the Emperor’s hands.”

Noland asked further:

“So what exactly are your extraordinary abilities? A strong life? Anything else? I need to understand your situation first.”

“When I open my eyes, my physical strength is formidable. When I close them, I can control death. The Death Herald Guild said that when I close my eyes, I possess Death Series magic abilities. The Tatis Ancient Dynasty used me with my eyes closed to create the Undead Cult. They learned the Undead Runes I wrote.”

Noland suddenly understood the truth and thought to himself, “So that’s how it is.”

When he saw the panel information of “Dusk Essence,” he had guessed the relationship between the Dusk Giants and the Undead Cult.

The panel information mentioned that “the beginning of death is one of the Dusk Giants’ strengths,” which implied they had the ability to control death.

“Bang, bang, bang.” Three mutated tentacles self-detonated and did not regenerate.

The situation in the battle between the Dusk Giants and Shubick’s offspring was becoming more critical.

Noland gently tapped his palm, saying:

“Alright, I know your situation. In our world, the strong must possess exceptional intelligence and profound cunning. You possess great and alluring power, but you are very susceptible to deception. This disparity is enough to drive any extraordinary individual into a frenzy, eager to deceive and plunder you. You were lucky today to meet a wizard like me who has a strong sense of right and wrong. I can help you.”

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