Chapter 1087 (1/2)

Chapter 1087: 341. Slow & Correct_2

“I wonder if the Alchemy Cathedral in the Upper City Area can stay seated when billions of Aberrations burst forth from underground…”

Noland Lee muttered to himself, employing “Death Flight” and “Illusionary Body Technique” to fly towards the Underground Tunnel while invisible.

Halfway there, Denise Green, who was outside the city, sent a mental message asking about the situation inside the city and Noland’s safety.

Noland reassured Denise, instructing her not to enter the city, to stay as far from the Urban Area as possible, and to be ready to teleport over at a moment’s notice.

After arranging his escape plan, Noland steadied his mind and plunged underground.

From Underground Floor 1 to Underground Layer 11, Noland saw a grey fog tinged with blood when he emerged from the Staircase.

This was the outward appearance of the Pollution Zone “Decayed Wilderness,” which seemed several grades lower than the “Bustling Tunnel,” a Pollution Zone secretly prepared by the Shadow Death Magic Realm over several years.

As usual, Noland tried to cut through the Pollution Zone’s shell, peeling off a small clump of grey, mushy substance.

Towards the spot of grey matter on the tip of his Dagger, he cast Deconstruction.

[System Message:]

[You will use Deconstruction on a very minor part of the “Decayed Wilderness.”]

[It’s suggested to perform Harmless Deconstruction.]

[The estimated Energy Consumption is 320 billion Energy Points, which can make the completion of the Harmless Deconstruction reach 100%.]

Noland checked his Panel Information.

[Energy Value]1.1 billion/647 (100+547)

In the end, he was still just a pauper…

Noland flicked his wrist nonchalantly, shaking off the clump of grey mud from his Dagger’s tip, took a step forward, and allowed the grey fog to envelop him.

Pollution Zones inherently have the feature “Spatial Transfer.”

Noland only felt a whirlwind sensation, and his head grew heavy.

This terrible condition lasted for about 1 second.

When the spinning sensation subsided, Noland felt a soft, sticky touch under his feet.

He opened his eyes to knock, only to petrify, standing dumbstruck in place.

“This… This is…”

“In the 47th Plane Year, the Silicon Giant’s Plane Core, ‘Silicon Cluster,’ harnessed the Fire of St. Dylan.”

The Assassin Angel said into Noland’s ear:

“At the end of the 47th Plane Year, the Decaying Plague began to spread among the Silicon Giants and quickly evolved into a disaster that wiped out the entire race. When the last Silicon Giant was infected with the plague, the Plane Core known as ‘Gray Rot’ was born, marking the start of the 48th Plane Year. Since then, the ‘Silicon Cluster’ Plane Core has been in decline, wandering the ‘Desolate Universe’ to this very day.”

In front of Noland was a magnificent scene beyond words.

On the vast grey grass plain, Silicon Giants a kilometer tall knelt on the ground.

Their bodies, crafted from special silicon, glowed brilliantly, with dim green lights like fireflies or twinkling stars in the night sky.

There was no doubt these massive and formidable creatures, more agile than mountains and solid as rocks, not only had indestructible bodies but also possessed immensely fierce mobility and combat abilities.

And yet, even They had gone extinct.

The “Decaying Plague” killed Them.

Every Silicon Giant infected with this malignant disease inevitably experienced a transformation of their flesh.

Their hard muscular stones turned into bones wrapped in flesh, blood, and fat.

Their feet, thighs, and abdomens all underwent irreversible changes due to the disease.

And when the flesh spread to the head, a Silicon Giant’s life would come to an end.

No matter how powerful they had been in life—upon the fleshing of their skulls, They would die instantly, followed immediately by…

“Bang, bang, bang, bang————”

Earth-shattering explosions dispersed the clouds, cracked the earth, destroyed the mountains, and overturned the lakes.

The Silicon Giants, turned to bloody flesh by the malignant disease, fell in agony and burst apart.

Showered from above, blood and shattered flesh fell like rain, turning upon landing into something Noland knew all too well:

Gray-skinned Monsters with smooth, unwrinkled surfaces.

One-legged Aberrations, two-legged ones, those with intact limbs, those with a pair of wings, those with eight pairs of wings…

All sorts of Aberrations, whether or not they could fly or walk, were reveling in the throes of Silicon Giants’ death.

But the joy of newfound life did not last before it turned into slaughter and cannibalism among their own kind.

The Aberrations began their civil war.

They used their teeth to tear at their brethren, gnawing at their flesh and wielding their bones as weapons.