Chapter 1140 (1/2)

Chapter 1140: 353. Arrogant Cooperation_2

Noland Lee stealthily cast a “sense tampering” on himself, manually blocking out those nauseating things to trade for a clean and tidy view.

Once done, it indeed felt much more comfortable—Noland Lee completely covered all the filthy sights he witnessed with thick mosaics.

There’s no need to elaborate on the process of meeting with Lophi.

Noland Lee took out the contract personally penned by the Queen, made clear his intentions, and confirmed his identity as the Sea Monster Emissary.

Lophi responded with enthusiasm.

But, the servile performance from the Spider Mother Monks was quite nauseating to Noland Lee, who had the psychology of a normal person; nonetheless, he had to play along with it.

According to Lophi, ever since the Queen sent a trusted envoy with great fanfare two days ago, the Spider Mother’s impression of sea monsters had done a complete 180.

After Lophi conveyed the intentions of the secret messenger to the Spider Mother, she immediately agreed to meet personally with the emissary to discuss a deeper cooperation between the Undead Cult and the Sea Monsters.

When Noland Lee heard he was going to meet the Spider Mother, he was slightly startled but then calmed himself down.

Based on the intelligence he’d collected, the Spider Mother was likely Nine Rings, close to Ten Rings in strength, capable of easily seeing through spells like “Breath of the Dead” and “Sea Monster Form.”

Fortunately, with the Assassin Angel assisting him from the shadows, his disguise was not likely to be exposed by the Spider Mother.

Noland Lee steadied his mind and followed Lophi towards the cave’s back entrance.

Outside the entrance lay a ten thousand cliff, with paths made of cobwebs connecting both sides of the cliff.

After asking for Noland Lee’s consent, Lophi shot out spider silk, entangled him, and placed him onto the back of a giant spider monster.

The spider monster wasn’t high-level—the size of a tank and its appearance was terrifying.

Sitting on it, Noland Lee could feel the whooshing wind by his ears as the spider monster carried him swiftly.

After crossing the clifftop via the cobweb pathway, there was a dark plain as flat as a calm sea with numerous tomb bundles scattered across it.

“This is our corpse-raising land, esteemed guest,”

Lophi ran beside the spider monster, chattering and introducing the Undead Cult to Noland Lee.

The so-called corpse-raising land was a place for strengthening corpses.

Each mound was a culture tank, filled with foul fluid that was indescribable.

Using a method similar to “fermentation,” the Undead Cult strengthened the corpses in the enclosed environment of tomb bundles, endowing them with specific features.

Past the extensive corpse-raising land lay the Hanging Death Forest.

This was the place where the essences were extracted from the segmenting of corpses, keeping the essence and discarding the dross, with low-rank acolytes as the butchers and mid-rank acolytes as supervisors.

Noland Lee noted that within the Undead Cult, the division of labor was very clear.

The monks and acolytes of the Spider Mother primarily handled transportation, loading, and reception duties.

Members of the Frost Demon Bone faction were mostly skeletons skilled in frost and death magic, mainly responsible for freezing corpse materials and constructing ice caves.

Other factions, like the Steel Faction of metal skeletons and the War Spirits Faction, had their own intelligences as well.

So, who did such a vast undead group answer to?

During their conversation, Noland Lee and Lophi shared information about their respective forces, and Noland Lee seized the opportunity to ask this question.

“We decide on major issues by holding meetings.”

Lophi showed Noland Lee what he thought was a beautiful smile:

“The leaders of each faction meet regularly to discuss past and future matters and to define the work for the next half-year. This is significantly different from your kingdoms.”

“Too much discussion only hinders progress, you should change the way you do things,” Noland Lee said with a touch of aloofness and superiority, mimicking a true Sea Monster Emissary.

Actually, he was imitating the manner of speech of the Sea Monster Emissary right now.

Lophi’s face became stiff, maintaining the smile with effort.

Had it not been for the prestige established beforehand by the Queen’s trusted envoy, Lophi would have had little desire to converse with this short and arrogant Sea Monster Emissary before him.

Noland Lee glanced at Lophi’s expression and inwardly chuckled.

The tone he had just used was that of the Sea Monster Emissary.

With such an attitude to further the cooperation between both parties, that would indeed be strange.

Is this the arrogant manner all Sea Monster Emissaries have?

Noland Lee pondered over this.