Constructing-Style Wizard-Chapter 1436

Chapter 1436: Ending 1: The Fire of No Regrets_8

Compared to the Star God who can only traverse back to the past, Vaana’s ability to both replace thoughts to deduce the past and peer into the future with psychic illusions is truly terrifying.

Senati, although also mastering an ability related to “predicting the future,” does so in only one direction, and can only observe different “future” directions by exerting influence on the “now.”

Within the Star Palace, the acknowledged strategic ranking places Vaana first, the Star God second, Senati third, and only then come the likes of Gilenz and other Angels and Deities.

As for the ranking of the Assassin Angel…

Well…

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Based on this, Assassin Angels have never been adept at strategy.

…To put it bluntly, they are “brainless.”

Of course, this is relative to an Angel like Vaana, who seems rather brainless.

As a qualified Angel, the wisdom of an Assassin Angel is still beyond that of mortals.

“Since Vaana has chosen Noland Lee as the breakthrough point, we must also do something,”

Senati lowered her left arm and raised her right arm alone, clenching her fist and pointing her index finger towards the heavens.

Invisible energy fluctuations transmitted from her fingertip, passing effortlessly through the extraordinary barrier protecting this planetosphere and entering outer space.

The Assassin Angel sensed this ripple and looked at Senati in surprise:

“You… You actually took the initiative to leak your presence into outer space?! Why would you do that?”

Senati turned her head and chuckled lightly:

“You don’t need to understand what I’m doing, Berya. All you need to know is that before long, this planetosphere will be surrounded by Void Spears. You must protect me until death in battle. Only in this way can Noland Lee succeed.”

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The process of being devoured, deconstructed, and reassembled by Extraterrestrial Eternity was very unpleasant.

Noland Lee would describe it as an experience more agonizing than being thrown into a frying pan, although he had never actually been tossed into a high-temperature frying pan.

After bringing his Magic Avatar down onto his Game Character Cucumber Slice, Noland Lee experienced what every Player stolen by the Metal Ancestor Dragon had gone through.

First, he was teleported to the Inner Cosmos while unconscious, then he sank into the seabed in free fall, followed by being deconstructed and reassembled by the Chaos Synapse hidden in the seabed, and finally, he was “hung” at the seabed, waiting for his new body and soul to fully integrate.

Other players remained unconscious throughout this process, completely insensible to what was happening outside.

Noland Lee was different.

His Magic Avatar that descended onto Cucumber Slice remained in a state of semi-consciousness, semi-unconsciousness.

On the outside, he, like the other players, had his eyes tightly shut.

But in fact, he could vividly sense everything outside, including the pain of his body being deconstructed by Choas Synapse.

One good piece of news was that Chaos Synapse, while deconstructing him, successfully triggered Passive Deconstruction, allowing Noland Lee to gain a deeper understanding of the Chaos Synapse.

As the Assassin Angel had speculated, this group of Chaos Synapse temporarily lacked the ability to create Soul Constructs and were relatively weaker beings.

Let alone the Assassin Angel, even Noland Lee alone, armed with the “Heart of Magic,” should be more than capable of sweeping the Chaos Synapse from the seabed.

Time passed as the players awaited awakening.

In at most half a day more, the players would be picked up by the metallic puppets of the Metal Ancestor Dragon from the seabed and taken to Alchemist Island Underground aboard Death Steel Legion trucks to be transported to the entrance of Illusion Space.

Just as Noland Lee patiently awaited this last half day, a group of unexpected creatures arrived at the Deep Sea seabed.

It was a cadre of Void Spears disguised as Human Wizards.

Noland Lee did not know how they managed to infiltrate the Inner Cosmos.

Upon reaching the seabed, these beings did only one thing: they selected from among the players those suitable to be transformed into special kinds of Void Spears.

They first used “Borrow from the Future” to augment their own abilities to assimilate players and then impaled the unconscious players one by one with black spears.

Through this method, the Void Spears selected three players with a certain success rate of being transformed into Void Spears and took them away from the seabed.

Before these beings departed, Noland Lee secretly placed Spell Marks protected by the Veil of Different Worlds on them.

Through the sensation with these Spell Marks, Noland Lee discovered that after the Void Spears left the seabed, they made their way to the most remote corner of the Inner Cosmos and stopped inside a complex of Underground structures there.

In this Underground complex, there were many animals and plants brought by the Void Spears disguised as Human Wizards.

It appeared that even before Noland Lee noticed, these evils from the Fractured Dimension had already taken root in the Inner Cosmos.

Noland Lee quietly noted down this Underground complex, adding it to the list of targets to strike.

After the Void Spears departed, the metallic puppets of the Metal Ancestor Dragon came calling.

These metallic puppets, with the appearance of Dragon Men, enclosed the players in metallic capsule warehouses, transported them to the Sea Surface, and then boarded ordinary sea vessels devoid of extraordinary powers to head towards Alchemist Island.

Late that day, Noland Lee and a host of players awoke, finding the surroundings to be desolate crystal grounds, and their conveyance had been swapped to a Death Steel Legion truck.

At this moment, Noland Lee was in the guise of Cucumber Slice.

On the surface, he feigned the composure and a trace of barely concealed panic fitting of a middle-aged player, while taking stock of his surroundings with sidelong glances and spreading his senses to feel for the other trucks.