Chapter 240 - Chapter 240:113. Throwing Money” Spell_4 (1/2)

Chapter 240:113. “Throwing Money” Spell_4

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[3. Significant recent memories of these two Alchemy Slaves:]

(Too gruesome to reveal, hence skipped)

Noland Lee skimmed through the manufacturing method of the alchemical slaves, his scalp tingling with horror.

The illegal alchemists of the Black City were treating humans like tools and beasts.

They had installed numerous alchemical items onto the alchemical slaves, such as mechanical arms, tool bags, material packs, water containers, and so on, which was sheer madness.

Its madness rivaled the zeal of the Tatis Empire in its development of biochemical soldiers.

Noland Lee held his breath, closed the panel information of the “Alchemy Slaves,” and didn’t bother to look at their recent memories.

He tightened his grip on the firearm and began to retreat.

No messages from the system had come regarding any damage inflicted on the alchemist of Black City, indicating that the fellow had been unscathed in the explosion just now.

At this moment, there was no other sound in the vertical shaft, apart from the sound of debris sliding off the wall structure.

It was obvious that the Black City Alchemist was feigning negligence, intending to lull the Iron Thorn Shield security personnel on the third underground level into thinking he was dead.

Noland Lee was not hoodwinked by him, thanks to the System.

That Black City Alchemist, having survived unhurt, must certainly be planning a treacherous counterattack.

Noland Lee tread lightly, maintaining the magical line of sight of “Tracking the Living,” and keeping his eyes pinned on the Vertical Shaft Entrance.

“Strange, can the Black City Alchemist hold his breath that long? There isn’t a single movement… ‘

Noland Lee retreated all the way back to the corridor entrance without noticing anyone climbing up from the bottom of the vertical shaft.

He did not let his guard down, his gaze still locked onto the Wellhead. Suddenly, the small shadows wriggling at the wellhead caught Noland Lee’s attention.

As soon as those tiny shadows emerged from the Wellhead, they clung to the Mucus Carpet and swam towards Noland Lee like venomous snakes launching a rapid assault underwater.

It was noteworthy that those small shadows did not appear to be alive.

They did not have red outlines in the magical vision of “Tracking the Living.”

Noland Lee grew even more cautious and fired a deconstruction technique at the tiny shadows.

But before he could check the system messages, dozens of tiny shadows turned into black sharp arrows and shot towards him!

Noland Lee rolled aside again and again, making consecutive dodges in the corridor, and quickly retreated several meters away.

“Click, click, click…”

He couldn’t dodge in time, and several tiny shadows hit him, shattering the “Magic Shield” covering his body.

“Eh?! You are not security personnel? Who are you? How come you know the

skills of a wizard?” A surprised voice echoed in the air.

Noland Lee didn’t bother to spare any words with him.

Taking advantage of the moment the tiny shadows paused, he crouched, steadied his body, and fired several shots at the tiny shadows hovering in mid-air.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“Whizz, whizz, whizz..

All the bullets that hit the tiny shadows turned into stray bullets darting around.

Noland Lee raised an eyebrow at the sight.