Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 186 - 186:102. Reveal the Trump Card_4

Noland Lee tilted his head back slightly, intoxicated by the scent of grass in the wind:

“Sniff– I love this smell. Since I arrived in the Suffering Borderland, I haven’t been in touch with the green nature. Are you sure you don’t want to take a sniff? Greenshaw.”

Noland continued moving back, his gaze scanning the wall in search of corrosion marks, trying to tell which ones were caused by the wind and which ones were due to the undead poisonous fog.

When the fringe-like corrosion patterns on the wall disappeared and turned into a mottled pattern of elongated wind-eroded craters, Noland stopped walking slowly.

He glanced at the outlet behind him and estimated the distance from himself to that point.

Looking back at Greenshaw, the mockery in Noland’s smile grew thicker:

“You really are a coward, Greenshaw. Come on, hit me, beat me up, or I’ll be leaving.”

Greenshaw hesitated to come closer, worried that the enemy might have a hidden card to turn the tables.

Noland Lee, facing him and the Bone-mending Wand, remained calm and jokingly said, which made Greenshaw wary.

Noland removed his backpack and retreated a few steps, reached into it, grabbed a plump parcel, and threw it outside the outlet.

“Oh dear, I need to clean my backpack before opening the parachute. If I carry too much stuff, I won’t be able to open it.”

Noland threw one item after another outwards.

Suddenly, his hand was filled with several gleaming glass vials. These small items were only about the size of a pinky finger, but they drove Greenshaw insane.

“Give them to me! You bastard! Give them to me!”

Greenshaw released streaks of lightning, roaring as he stormed forward.

“Hahaha, you want the Life Elixir, come and get it-” Noland opened the bottle and took a sip of the potion in front of Greenshaw, one after another, his face full of enjoyment and satisfaction.

Greenshaw took several quick steps, hurriedly closing the distance between him and Noland.

Noland, like feeding a dog, tossed the potion bottle from his hand.

Greenshaw lunged forward and quickly picked up the potion bottle, shaking as he poured the liquid into his mouth.

Go to hell, Greenshaw.

You have left the influence of the Spirit Pivot.

Your soul belongs to me now!

Noland’s eyes turned cold, and he closed the laughter in his mind, drawing the last stroke of the magic array blueprint.

[System Message: ]

[You have activated the Death-type Transformation spell. “Caster Form: Death

Incarnation”!]

[This spell consumes 1% Soul Strength per second, generating 10 times the consumed Soul Strength in Death Energy. If the unused Death Energy is not used in time, it will dissipate from your body and form a “Death Storm” , causing damage to everything in your vicinity.]

[During the duration of this spell, you can only cast death-related spells and can only use Death Energy to cast spells.]

[Your “Spirit” temporarily +20, “Agility” temporarily +10]

[Your death-related spells are greatly enhanced, as follows:] [All control-type death spells’ control time +100%] [All summoning-type death spells’ control quantity +1000%] [All detection-type death spells’ detection range +500%]

[All attack-type death spells’ casting consumption reduced by 50%]

[“Magic Shield” transforms into “Death Shield”, shield strength +100%, and its resistance to kinetic, electromagnetic, thermal, and Death Energy damage is increased to 90%, but its resistance to some damage is reduced to

[When you suffer fatal damage in the “Death Incarnation” state, you will not die on the spot, but will be forced to terminate the spell and enter a near-death state of extreme weakness]

[After “Death Incarnation” ends, this skill enters a cooldown period of 10 days.]

[Because you used a harmless structure to obtain the magic array blueprint for this spell, it has an irreparable flaw – it cannot be upgraded.]

As soon as the transformation spell was activated, black lightning burst from Noland Lee’s body, quickly traveling along his silhouette.

In an instant, his skin turned into a thick darkness, with only his ice-blue pupils and white eyeballs remaining.

Deathly energy sprayed from his limbs and torso, spreading quickly throughout the channel.

Greenshaw lay face-down on the ground, cradling the potion bottle in both hands, stiffly raising his head, looking up at the shadowy figure before him.

When he saw the true appearance of the figure, his body shook violently, as if he had witnessed something inconceivable.

His expression was dull, his pupils contracted, and his eyes were full of terror:

“No…no…impossible…why do you have high-level Death

Magic?…impossible…impossible…why can you use this magic spell without Professor Authorization…who are you…”

Noland didn’t want to talk.

He raised his right hand, aiming at Greenshaw’s forehead.

Dense black lightning erupted from his fingertips.

Each strand of black lightning represented a “Death Finger” attack.

Within this half-second, Noland had fired ten black lightning strikes, which meant ten “Death Finger” attacks.

Faced with the threat of death, Greenshaw’s eyes widened as he tried his best to cast a Magic Shield.

The black lightning, surrounded by deathly energy, pierced through the shield, easily tore apart the magical barrier protecting Greenshaw, penetrated his body, shot into the channel behind him, and hit the fountain sculpture, causing a rain of stone chips..