Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 408: 142.Noland the Big Bluff_7

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang…”

Lightning interweaved, explosions echoed together, and countless fragments flew like celestial maidens scattering flowers in all directions.

A vast yet crowded area suddenly formed around Noland Lee.

The enemies surrounding him were now swept away.

Dense tentacle fragments and several thick clusters of death energy encircled Noland Lee.

Noland glanced at the dissipating death energy clusters and exclaimed in his heart:

“A 100-level ‘Death Two Finger’ is truly awesome! So much death energy has been wasted. How much damage did my previous output actually spill over?”

Noland waved his arm and collected all the soul fragments.

“Thanks to the soul fragments sent by my old mate Shubick! Hahaha! Nearly a thousand points of soul strength have been added to my account~”

Noland sorted out the spoils of war, brought up the spell interface, and raised the “Bone Spirit Flight Technique” to level 40.

He turned into a white skull, hissing through the air as he charged toward the ceremony site.

Several more tentacles appeared out of thin air on the road.

Noland transformed back into his skeleton form, threw out a death lightning, and cast “Soul Absorption.”

[Soul Strength+0.2]

[Soul Strength+0.2]

[Soul Strength+0.2]

Noland glanced at the system message, confirming that he hadn’t misread it.

The Tribal Leader of Shubick Descendants had made some adjustments to his tentacles, lowering their soul strength to one point.

“Hey, what a sinister and cunning alien. Realizing that he couldn’t kill me, he sent guys with barely any soul strength to die and grind resistance.”

Noland sneered dismissively.

He turned into a white skull and continued flying.

In a certain part of the Pollution Zone where Noland upgraded his “Death Finger,”

Just as Noland left, several black tentacles appeared out of thin air.

They swam through the quickly dissipating death energy clusters like ribbonfish swimming in water.

They savored the sensation of death energy corroding their outer shells, their outer membranes opening and closing like mouths, absorbing the death energy.

The death energy clusters, which could have lasted for three minutes, were “eaten” by the black tentacles in half a minute.

The tentacles that finished their share first left and turned into shadows that quickly darted through the Pollution Zone.

One tentacle after another ate its fill and left, leaving only one tentacle swallowing the last bit of death energy.

A flash of metallic cold light shot through and pierced the black tentacle.

The source of the cold light was a metal ball the size of a marble.

After it entered the black tentacle’s body, its volume rapidly expanded, turning into a spiked metal ball in half a second.

As the metal spikes pierced through the tentacle’s outer shell, the ball expanded the tentacle into a round shape.

Originally slender in appearance, the black tentacle now became a thin layer of skin wrapped around the spiked metal ball.

Under these circumstances, the black tentacle was severely injured, but not dead.

And if it wasn’t dead, it couldn’t transmit the damage it had taken to the Tentacle Overlord in this space.

A metal palm waved through the air, summoning the metal ball to its side.

Wearing a silver-white mask, Morster scanned his surroundings gravely and muttered to himself:

“There are traces of residual death energy… Who used death magic here? Hiss… That’s not right. The Professor didn’t tell me there would be a Death Wizard here. Could it be that an unruly wandering wizard entered the Pollution Zone? Or did someone from the Death Herald Guild sneak in?”

Morster raised his left hand, and a metal compass materialized on the back of his hand.

“No good, I need to chase after them and see. If this Death Wizard is here to cause trouble, then closing the Pollution Zone will definitely be hindered.”

Morster spun the compass’s revolver with his fingertip, adjusting it to track death energy mode.

The compass clicked several times as it spun.

A metal needle rose from the dial, bent itself, and pointed downward at an angle.

Morster’s body quickly shrank, turning into a slender metal spike. With the tentacle sealed in the metal ball behind him, he flew swiftly downward.