Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 368 358. Technical talent

Today was definitely a bad day for Archilon Demonbone.

It is the assistant priest of the Necromantic Sect, a genuine eight-ring strongman, but it was assigned the task of receiving distinguished guests by the chief priest of the ceremony.

And the so-called distinguished guests, well...Achilon Demon Bone doesn't like them.

They were a group of executioners full of murderous intent. Not only were they cold-tempered, but they also looked aloof.

Especially the leader, who actually refused his own spell and would rather run in front of the ceremony leader with his feet than ride on the magic flying carpet.

Aquilon Demon Bone flew quickly several meters above the ground, his eyes coldly glancing at the iron lumps following him.

This group of guys who look like metal skeletons have unknown abilities. It is said that they have a large territory in the outer space.

Aquilon Demon Bone really can't understand.

How did an extraordinary race that couldn't fly gain a foothold in the outer stars?

A wisp of white cold air floated out from Akilon Demon Bone's chest, and was swept away by the oncoming wind.

Aqilon silently accelerated his flight speed, intending to see the limits of the guys behind him.

His speed was mentioned again and again, but he was destined to be disappointed.

“哐哧哓哓哧…”

The steps of the Death Steel soldiers were uniform, like the precise beat of a drum, completely in tune with the soldier leader, and there was no noise in the entire team.

The dead steel soldier's long black eyeballs turned slightly and looked at Akilon, who was flying in front and above, as if he could see that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him and others.

But the Death Steel Soldier remained unmoved and did not complain. He just cooperated with the other party to speed up.

The contest between the two sides lasted for about five minutes, and was eventually terminated when Akilon Demon Bone realized that his behavior was inappropriate.

Another three minutes passed, and dark green candlelight came from the end of the underground passage.

A group of people passed through the gate and came to a special underground city.

This place is the hinterland of the Necromancer Sect, a city of the dead called "Netherworld City".

Here, artificially dug passages and natural caves are intertwined, forming an intricate underground network.

Except for a few areas with special uses that are relatively open, all other places are dark and cramped.

The corridor was long, narrow, and rugged, filled with the smell of decay, and the air was green and extremely turbid, making it impossible for living people to breathe.

Aqilon Demon Bone led the team at the front, walking down the narrow corridor and soon arriving at the underground cave that was closely guarded by war spirits.

Achilon stopped and wanted to introduce the situation here to the guests, but suddenly realized that he did not know the name of the other party.

"Excuse me, what should I call you and your teammates?" Aquilon asked, looking sideways and behind.

The C-class Death Steel Soldier stared with dark eyes and responded coldly:

"Bessolan-C."

Bessolan...what a difficult name to pronounce...Achilon complained in his heart and stretched out his hand in front of him:

"Please, guest. This is a camp specially opened by the Necronomicon Cult to build a signal tower. All acolytes, monks, and craftsmen who serve around the signal tower will be gathered here to prevent secrets from leaking."

The war spirit guarding the gate put away the magic metal fence and let the team pass.

Achilon led the team through the smashed door carved with death and blood, and stepped into the bustling underground cave.

All kinds of sounds came into my mind, the undead acolytes were pushing carts, the monks were scolding the acolytes, and the craftsmen were using rune nails and hammers to carve magic lines on the hard magic stone.

Achilon raised his voice and introduced as he walked:

"All affairs here are in charge of the master of the ceremony, Lord Demon Bone! I will take you directly to see him! But only one person can enter, and your teammates must wait outside the meeting hall!"

Bessolant nodded invisibly, which was regarded as a response to the other party.

Aquilon roughly pushed aside the undead acolytes blocking the way and walked all the way to the cave at the end of the street.

If magic hadn't been banned in the camp, Achiron would have used death magic to teach the blind acolytes a lesson.

After arriving at the entrance of the cave, Achiron stopped, chatted with the war spirit guarding the door, and let Besolon in.

The rest of the Death Steel soldiers stood on both sides of the street like idiots.

The undead that come and go are either drudges with low intelligence, such as living corpses and skeletons, or low-level acolytes with little knowledge. They all regard the dead steel soldiers as metal skeletons, and are completely unaware of the many people around them. A hundred alien space creatures emerged.

Aquilon Demon Bone glanced around, full of disgust at this messy place, and couldn't wait to return to his soul factory, where a neat and tidy undead should stay.

But just as he was about to take steps to leave, he was stopped by the war spirit coming out of the cave.

"Wait a minute, Lord Demon Bone is looking for you." War Spirit said expressionlessly.

Aqilon looked back at the war spirit, who was Lord Demon Bone's personal guard.

After sighing silently, Akilon suppressed his discomfort with this place and stepped into the cave.

The so-called Lord Demon Bones is a fat skeleton with a bloated body, wearing a cardigan and a luxurious magic robe, exposing his empty abdomen and ribs on his chest.

It was currently sitting on a throne made of bones, holding a cranium wine glass with rippling red light in its hand. While savoring the blood essence in it, it was talking to the Death Steel Soldier Captain who was struggling to speak.

"Achilon, my most diligent acolyte. In the name of the ceremony, I have a task for you."

Demon Bone's voice is ethereal and ethereal, hoarse and ethereal.

"Yes, my lord." Achilon bowed and saluted.

The demon bone held up the skull wine glass and poured the bright red craft beer into his mouth.

The flashing red liquid slid down along the spine and did not enter the empty abdomen. Instead, it was absorbed by the two frost hearts in the chest on the way.

"Go prepare the soul energy and conduct the final test tomorrow. We will officially activate the signal tower the day after tomorrow." Demon Bone said.

Achilon stood up straight and was stunned for a moment.

According to the original plan, it would take at least a month of testing before the signal tower would be officially launched.

Why is it so far ahead of schedule now?

Achiron's eyes turned and glanced from the Demon Bones, landing on the Death Steel Soldier Captain sitting at the VIP table.

There's something different about this guy.

Before, its crown would not move, but now, the blades on its crown are slowly expanding and contracting, as if there is some kind of pattern.

Feeling it carefully, Aqilon discovered that there was an energy rhythm that he had never known before, which was radiating from the opponent's crown, pointing towards the sky at endless heights.

Oh, this seems to be communicating with the alien space, what an incredible ability...

Aqilon had some guesses in his mind.

It bowed towards the demon bone and saluted again, and said respectfully:

"As you wish, my lord. I will prepare everything you need now."

"Very good, Achilon, you are still as hard-working as ever. Go ahead, before nightfall, I will order a new test to be started."

Demon Bone called his personal guards to pour him wine, raised his hand and waved to ask Achilon to retreat.

Achilon glanced at the Death Steel Soldier Captain one last time, turned around and left quickly.

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After Aqilon left Lord Demon Bone's cave, he rushed to the Soul Factory without stopping.

He said something like "I am willing to serve you, my lord", but in fact, he was already complaining in his heart.

Why are cell towers being tested one after another?

Isn't it just because the Necromantic Sect wants to open a super-large pollution field covering an area of ​​more than 100 kilometers in one go?

This is a huge project!

Comparable to the one that the magical kingdom of the dark dead opened in the Dark Zone before!

Aqilon doesn't know the specific data for how long it took to prepare the magical kingdom of the dark dead, but judging from rumors, it will start in at least five years.

It has only been eight months since the Necromancer Cult began preparing for the pollution field.

Now, that old guy from Demon Bones is going to cut off another month of testing period!

This made Aquilon Demon Bone, a technical undead who specializes in soul engineering, very angry.

If something goes wrong tomorrow, in the end it will have to be the fault of its technology!

Aqilon was in trouble and couldn't tell, so he could only bite the bullet and accept it just now.

"If you're to blame, blame that Death Steel Skeleton who can't even understand what he's saying. This guy must have said something to Master Demon Bones, and that's why he decided to activate the signal tower early..."

Aqilon complained all the way back to the pipe network center of the Soul Factory.

Standing on the high platform and looking around, the green light in the energy pipe made Aqilon gradually calm down.

Coming back here is as comforting as going home.

Look at this neat pipe network, look at this neat layout, and the exquisite energy monitoring device, ah ~ what a genius design this is.

Aquilon raised a smile, pulled out the wand of death from his waist, and spread out a large black light, awakening his undead slaves buried underground.

Pale skeletons emerged from the ground one by one, holding toolboxes for inspecting pipe networks and hubs.

They shake off the soil on their bodies, use brushes to sweep the broken soil back into the pits, and then fill it in evenly. Then they follow their master's instructions and walk to their respective posts.

Aquilon grabbed an orb from his magic pocket and threw it into the air.

A singing spiritual creature is sealed in the orb. It sings in the air and spreads necromancy songs that are too gloomy and deep for normal humans.

Aquilon waved his wand and commanded his undead servants, while dancing in the music, completely immersed in the joy of work.

A pair of human eyes were staring at this strangely behaving undead spirit in the dark.

"Isn't this guy a fool?"

Li Nuo was amused and muttered in his heart:

"How could the Necronomicon sect choose such a dead soul to manage the soul factory?"

Assassination Angel says:

"Don't be fooled by appearances. It may be more cruel and cold-blooded than other undead."

Li Nuo took a slight breath:

"Yes, I can't let my guard down."

Li Nuo threw the Deconstruction Technique at Aqilon, who was singing and dancing, spending some energy points to refresh the opponent's memory fragments.

Due to harmless deconstruction, Akilon's memory fragments are basically incomplete, and there is a thick mosaic in each one.

However, this did not prevent Li Nuo from understanding the meaning of the memory fragments.

The memory fragment closest to the current point in time caught Li Nuo's attention.

Li Nuo raised his eyebrows, but instead of sharing the information he obtained with the Assassination Angel, he asked:

"Sir, should I take action now? Do you plan to destroy it on the spot, or seal it and torture it for information?"

Angel of Assassination asked:

"How long does it take for Noreen to transform the rest of the energy hubs?"

Li Nuo asked Norin in his mind and replied to the assassinating angel:

"Two minutes at most, there is only one hub left that has not been covered by the "veil of separation". "

Assassination Angel says:

"Well, after her mission is completed, you can seal Akiron into the magic orb. If it is willing to cooperate and hand over information, then keep it. If it is unwilling, you don't have to find a way to read it. Its memory is gone, just erase it."

Li Nuo nodded:

"No problem, leave it to me."

Li Nuo stared at Achilon, put his right hand into the magic pocket, and grasped the hilt of the "Sword of Silence".

Achilon's strength is equivalent to the eighth level, but his real combat ability is only about the seventh level. This situation is very similar to Selina.

To deal with such a character, Li Nuo only needs to rely on the invisibility effect of the "Vail of Separation" and insert the "Sword of Silence" into its chest.

Li Nuo silently calculated the time in his heart.

As soon as one minute was up, he received Norin's spiritual message, and the other party had completed the transformation of the remaining hubs.

Without saying a word, Li Nuo used "Death Flight" and rushed towards Aqilon with a roar.

The moment he approached the target, he transformed back into his human form and continued to move forward with the help of inertia, pointing the "Silent Space" in his hand directly at the opponent's chest.

"Pfft——"

The "Sword of Silence" was filled with gray magic power of silence, easily breaking through Akilon's ribs, slicing it from front to back like cutting tofu.

Li Nuo, armed with his sword, penetrated Aqilon, leaving a huge hole in the opponent's body.

Achilon's whole body froze, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the big hole in his chest and the missing piece of his magic heart.

It turned around slowly and looked around, its eyes filled with fear as if it had seen a ghost.

It doesn't see anything!

In addition to the pipe network, they are his own undead servants!

There was no sign of the attacker at all!

It's over, I'm going to die... Achilon opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he saw spiral shadow energy rushing towards him.

Its body was severely damaged and its reflexes were extremely slow.

Faced with the shadow energy beam wrapped around his body, Akilon had no choice but to watch as he was drawn into a shadow orb that appeared out of thin air.

The magic space in the orb is dark, without any light.

In the absolute darkness, Aquilon couldn't even tell the difference between north, south, east, and west.

And because it was sealed, the magic organs and magic energy in its body have been suppressed by the shadow energy of the orb, making it impossible to repair the injuries.

Faced with this situation, Achilon Demon Bone, the most diligent technical genius under Lord Demon Bone, resolutely decided to

"I surrender!! Don't kill me!! I'll give you whatever you want!!"

Outside the orb.

Li Nuo held the Shadow Orb in his hand, and just as he was about to ask a question, he heard a voice coming from the bead, and was in a daze for a moment.

This hasn't been done yet, so why are you doing it all? !

The corners of Li Nuo's mouth twitched a few times.

He tore open a "Magic Scroll of Phantom Sound", changed his voice, and with a cold gesture, asked the wailing undead in the orb:

"Tell me all the secrets about the soul factory. If you can't satisfy me, then die."

Achilon shouted hurriedly:

"I'm the aide here! You can ask anything you want!"

"Okay then, let's start with the purpose of the soul factory..." Li Nuo took the orb and hid in the shadows.

To be honest, seeing Aqilon being so cooperative, Li Nuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Now the news that the Necromancer Sect has activated the signal tower in advance can be smoothly reached the ears of the assassination angel.

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