Chapter 1443 (1/2)

Chapter 1443: Ending 2: Supreme Self_3

Spell Blueprints rapidly woven in his mind, streams of light flying from his fingertips, coalescing into high power Magic Bombs with star-destroying capabilities.

At that moment, the magic puppet had just finished cleaning up the ritual materials at the scene.

Noland Lee called over these little guys that had the appearance of cyclones, enchanted them with the “Veil of Different Worlds,” and had them carry the star-destroying bombs to various parts of the Angel’s Voice Space Station.

This massive explosion, if not 100% certain, still had that 1% possibility of damaging the core of the heart’s brainstem.

No matter the result, Noland Lee was determined to give it a try.

Would it accidentally harm the players outside the space station?

Accidentally harm?

What a joke.

That term is reserved for allies.

Those “players” fighting in the periphery of the space station were entirely NPCs created by illusions.

Each cycle’s Assassin Angel and “Command” would not retain the memories from the previous cycles.

As for that group of “players,” even less so.

Noland Lee didn’t think it was a good idea to have too much interaction with them.

Because he figured this out, his attitude towards the “Assassin Angel” and “Command” had undergone a clear change.

“Let’s see if I can force the illusion to reveal its deconstruction information with a big explosion! The positional value of this heart’s brainstem is definitely of an angelic level! I refuse to believe that the illusion can simulate information on the angelic level!”

The fire of rebellion in Noland Lee’s heart was ignited by himself, his mind filled with the singular thought of blowing this place sky-high!

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“Seeing that you’re still alive eases my mind a lot.”

On the “reality” planetosphere of the Players, the Isle farthest from the Land welcomed the original body of the Assassin Angel.

They descended slowly from the sky, stopping next to a beach chair woven out of pearl shells.

The figure lying in the beach chair was Senati.

Before the Assassin Angel was sealed into the illusion, they had witnessed the Time and Evolution Angel, Senati, gravely wounded by Extraterrestrial Eternity and had been worried about their well-being since.

Now, having left the illusion and seeing the other’s true form, confirming their condition, the burden on the Assassin Angel’s heart was greatly relieved.

As long as Senati was alive, there was hope of taking back the Inner Cosmos.

Sitting in the beach chair, Senati turned their head sideways, their faint laugh carrying an ambiguous meaning:

“Indeed, seeing you again also relaxes me quite a bit.”

A luminescent point flashed from Senati’s fingertip.

An Echo Chip, bearing the real history, traced a parabola and landed in the hands of the Assassin Angel.