Chapter 403 - Chapter 403: 142. Noland the Great Trickster_2 (1/2)
Chapter 403: 142. Noland the Great Trickster_2
Translator: 549690339
The mutated tentacles instantly straightened as if electrocuted, shivering from the soul-deep cold.
[System Message:]
[You have successfully cast “Soul Freeze” on “Mutated Tentacle”.]
[The target has entered a Soul Freeze state lasting for 2 seconds.]
Noland Lee’s sudden casting of a different spell left the mutated tentacles dumbfounded for half a second.
Immediately after that, those mutated tentacles guarding Noland in anticipation of the “Psychic Bombardment” baptism started jumping excitedly, rushing to get closer to Noland’s hand!
Oh, wow.
It seemed “Soul Freeze” was indeed more useful than “Psychic Bombardment”.
But…
Noland hesitated for a moment.
However, “Soul Freeze” had no damage, regardless of how much he froze the soul, it would be incapable of killing the mutated tentacles.
How could he recover the Soul Strength while also utilizing the Energy Points he’d spent?
Noland fell deep in thought.
His sudden change to “Soul Freeze” had already revealed some information. If the other party calmed down and thought about it carefully, they would undoubtedly uncover the deeper meaning behind the change in spells.
Taking this factor into account, Noland decided to go straight to the point:
“I’ve studied the deeper meaning behind the Twilight Dream and Dusk Giants, as well as the Undead Cult and today’s Tatis Empire. I know what kind of existence Shubick is. Your attitude towards me and the dark green light dots on these tentacles all prove that you are not Shubick. I have some guesses about your identity.”
Upon hearing Noland Lee’s words, the dark green tentacles trembled, appearing to be in an emotionally charged state.
They combined together, forming individual Undead Runes.
Noland briefly identified the meaning of these Undead Runes.
“You… appeared… in my… dream”
“I… remember… your soul”
“Pure… perfect…”
“We… cooperate…”
“You… cast spells…”
“I teach you… Dusk… Soul-casting Technique… a portion.”
Noland raised his eyebrows:
“Alright, deal. How come you know the Undead Runes? What’s your relationship with the Undead Cult?”
The mutated tentacles quickly formed characters:
“This matter… complicated…”
“Time is urgent…”
As soon as these words were spoken, without waiting for Noland to say anything, the mutated tentacles made another move.