Chapter 1110 (1/2)
Chapter 1110: 351. Is it a coincidence?_2
The green light was dazzling, weaving a curtain around the boat, hiding the figures of the small boat and its passenger.
“Your Excellency, in about half an hour, we will reach the first checkpoint controlled by the sect. There, you can board a faster bone boat.”
The low-rank acolyte spoke humbly.
On both banks were mist, vapor, and strangely shaped stones; there wasn’t much scenery to speak of along the way.
Noland Lee thought for a moment and decided to coax some information out of the low-rank acolyte.
Deconstruction could only retrieve memory fragments from the past month; it was powerless against anything older.
Many things could only be found out by asking.
“How did you manage to construct this magical river under the watchful eyes of the Earth Vein Pillars? Didn’t those mud people try to stop you?”
Noland Lee asked bluntly.
The low-rank acolyte chuckled with a hint of pride and said:
“Your Excellency, the mud people did try to sabotage our River of the Dead, but that only made things worse for them…”
The low-rank acolyte rattled on, recounting events from six months ago.
He said that once the Earth Vein Pillars detected the river, Earth Vein Wizards began trying to destroy it.
They used various methods, including interception, diversion, concealment, detonation, and purification.
The outcomes were not optimistic.
Often, when the Undead Cult’s polluted river water was stopped, it would severely alter the underground structure, leading to collapses and even minor earthquakes.
After numerous attempts, the Earth Vein Pillars chose to temporarily give up.
They were spending time renovating the geological structure of the Land of Resurgence, ensuring that severing the River of the Dead would not trigger a geological disaster.
The Undead Sect would send out their undead army to interfere with the Earth Vein Pillars.
Roughly speaking, such a vast and arduous project might take about three years to complete.
During this time, the Undead Acolytes on the River of the Dead would continue their journey as before.
“What will happen after those three years?” asked Noland Lee:
“After three years, once the river is cut off, won’t your sect still fall into a passive position?”
The low-rank acolyte placed his hands together in front of him, praising the doctrine of the undead, and then with a hint of zeal in his voice, said:
“No, Your Excellency. At the grand gathering three months ago, the chiefs of our factions, that is, the faction archpriests, declared that in at most half a year’s time, we would receive aid.”
“Aid?” Noland Lee raised an eyebrow hidden beneath his mask.
“Yes, grand aid,” the low-rank acolyte said with a secretive smile, offering no further details.
Noland Lee connected the timeline in his mind.
Half a year ago, defectors appeared within the Empire, and the presence of undead soldiers in the front-line Grave Vaults increased.
Three months ago, the leaders of each faction within the Undead Cult, that is, the faction archpriests, openly announced they would receive aid in half a year.
Calculating the timeline, the so-called “aid” was likely to appear within the next two months.
Considering the Undead Cult’s widespread purchases of magical energy, Noland Lee tentatively concluded that the aid the Undead Cult had summoned was probably from ‘Ghost City of the Dead World’ in Outer Space.
Good, good, this journey has not been in vain; at least he had ascertained the approximate time when the Pollution Zone appeared, and he wouldn’t have to wait blindly.
Noland Lee was inwardly pleased and calmed his mind.
Just as he was about to pry further, he noticed that at the river’s fork, another bone boat had appeared.
The same crude small boat, the same green lantern, and the same control by the low-rank Undead Acolytes, but the passenger on that boat was a humanoid species wrapped tightly from head to toe.
“The undead lantern allows us to see other bone boats that are under the same magical veil to prevent accidental collisions.”
The low-rank acolyte explained to Noland Lee, then raised his bone wand, shooting a harmless dark green light column towards the opposite boat.
The other vessel emitted the same kind of light column.
The two boats communicated with light to arrange the order of passing through the fork.
Noland Lee’s bone boat would go after, while the other boat would go first.
One after the other, both boats merged into the main channel of the underground river.
“The passenger on that boat is probably here to sell magic gems as well,” the low-rank acolyte whispered.
Noland Lee nodded slightly, then cast Deconstruction toward the person.
[System Message:]
[You are about to cast Deconstruction on “a Pure Light Secret Investigator under disguise.”]
Uh?
Wait a moment?
Pure Light Secret Investigator?
Noland Lee imperceptibly paused for a moment.
That Pure Light Secret Investigator wasn’t very high-level.