Chapter 410 - Chapter 410: 143. Life and Death Duel_2 (1/2)
Chapter 410: 143. Life and Death Duel_2
Translator: 549690339
Due to the high elemental energy resistance of the tentacles, a massive amount of elemental energy is needed to damage them. All alchemists, including Derek Davis of the Golden Merchant’s Sword, have turned up the output power of their alchemy firearms to the maximum.
From this, one can imagine how dense the gunfire at the scene is, and how brutal the energy bullets and beams shot along the gun lines are.
Noland Lee flew about 3 kilometers away in one breath, avoiding the misfired energy bullets from a distance and patiently waiting for the battle between the two sides to end.
Considering that the soul fragments would be snatched away by alchemists, he decided not to take action anymore to avoid getting into a thankless situation.
Moreover, most alchemists did not know the details of the death wizards. They would subconsciously regard the only skeleton at the scene as their enemy.
Noland Lee was inadvertently injured by elemental energy just now, and there was a slight meaning of friendly fire besides the blindness of the guns.
Noland Lee didn’t argue with the alchemists about this.
He stood quietly on the outskirts of the battlefield, entering a bystander state.
At this moment, a thin metal spike flew from a distance, aiming directly at Noland Lee’s location.
Behind the metal spike, several black tentacles were stretched into a spherical shape by a metal sphere, tightly following the flying metal spike.
Noland Lee maintained his “Life and Death Tracking” magic vision at all times.
He detected the metal spike with life signs in the first place.
After throwing out several Deconstruction techniques, Noland Lee nodded secretly, knowing that he had been targeted by Morster, the acting commander of Division Intelligence Unit Two.
After learning from Denise Green that Morster would be coming to the Pollution Zone, Noland Lee had thought of several ways to deal with it.
He remained unmoved at this moment, standing in place, waiting for the other party to come to him.
Morster came to Noland Lee and transformed from a metal spike into a human figure wearing a cloak, with a silver-white metal layer covering his exposed skin.
As soon as he stopped, he asked:
“Which lecturing professor’s wizard are you?”
Noland Lee glanced at the other party, shooting indifferent eyes from his hollow eye sockets:
“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself before asking someone’s background?”
“I am Morster, from Hotams Magic Academy, a metal battle mage.” Morster’s tone was stiff, deliberately emphasizing the word “combat”: