?Chapter 1238: 395. Seeing Oneself_2


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    The Nine Circles Wizard opened a sub-dimensional ne in front to hold off theser and shelling of the Death Steel Legion, while the Eighth Circle wizards led a a team to outnk from the side, and the Seven-Ring wizards covered the Six-Ring witches as they collected the Spoils of War.


    This entire process had already formed a fixed prototype and had been repeated over the past two months, with the wizards joyfully engaging in this routine.


    Although asionally a wizard would fall, the massive profits from the Spoils of War, especially the Anti-Demon Material, were enough to make every wizard ignore the threat of death and go mad for it.


    But at this moment, there was a dramatic shift in the scene on the battlefield.


    The wizards, previously immersed in the rhythm ofbat, inexplicably felt a sense of fear and subconsciously congregated, taking the Spoils of War they had secured and initiating the ceremony to teleport away from the Pollution Zone. <div>


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    Nnd Lee was momentarily baffled by this scene, as if all these wizards were little soldiers in an RTS game, uniformly controlled by some mysterious force.


    “How can this be?” Nnd Lee could scarcely believe it:


    “The wizards are just leaving like this? Can rumors spread this fast?”


    The Assassin Angel suddenly said:


    “He knows I’vee.”


    Nnd Lee turned off “Mind View” and asked:


    “Who is He? The White Ancestral Dragon Nyrephale?”


    The Assassin Angel said:


    “No, not Him.”


    The Assassin Angel extended his right arm to Nnd, releasing a purple veil:


    “Come with me to Spinning Continent.”


    Nnd was suddenly enveloped by the veil, without any room to move.


    He used “Mind Induction” to quickly instruct Denise and the others, and then followed the Assassin Angel through a ck channel that appeared out of nowhere, leaving the sub-dimensional ne for the Natural World.


    The ce they emerged was on Ind 33 of the Suman Archipgo, which was the default exit for the ne channel.


    The Assassin Angel did not pause, immediately enveloping the two of them in the Veil of Different Worlds, and then shot up into the sky, heading for the distant Star Filtering Net in the heavens.


    “Your Excellency, weren’t we supposed to go to Spinning Continent? Why are we flying upwards?” Nnd Lee shouted out against the howling wind.


    “We have to avoid the troublesome Lost Sea Fog.” The Assassin Angel simply exined, then increased the flying speed, quickly leading Nnd Lee through the clouds.


    Three thousand meters, six thousand meters, ten thousand meters, twenty thousand meters, the sky seemed to have no end.


    It was not until the Suman Archipgo at their feet hadpletely shrunk to a pinpoint, and a half-shadow of the Kashel Continent emerged in the distance, that Nnd Lee realized that the ” he was on was very strange.


    By all ounts, flying to such a height should have carried them out of the atmosphere and directly into the Star Filtering Net.


    Before Nnd Lee could ponder what was going on, the Assassin Angel suddenly turned and dove down sharply, with Nnd, towards the white whirlpool that appeared diagonally below them.


    That white whirlpool was the Spinning Continent, around which there was a ring of floating inds constantly rotating at high speed around the central axis, with each ind moving at a minimum speed of 400 kilometers per hour, enough to crush any unwee visitors.


    However, if they moved straight down from directly above the Spinning Continent, they could easily avoid all the floating inds and arrive right in the center of Spinning Continent.


    Nnd’s pupils dted slightly, reflecting the image of Spinning Continent, ayer of clouds like creamy foam, was spread above the center of Spinning Continent.


    As Nnd followed the Assassin Angel’s descent through the sky, thisyer of “foam” split open in the middle, revealing a crack justrge enough for two people to pass through, as if the owner of the area had been expecting their arrival and had waited by the door in advance.


    “Hmm, my guess was not wrong; there is indeed an angel that has retained itsplete memory, and has survived,” said the Assassin Angel.


    “Are you saying there’s an angel hidden within the Spinning Continent?” asked Nnd.


    Flying beside Nnd, the Assassin Angel turned his head and looked at him deeply:


    “Yes. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”


    “Me?” Nnd’s breathing paused:


    “Which angel is rted to me?”


    The Assassin Angel did not speak, but simply elerated and flew through the crack in the white clouds, smoothly entering into the Spinning Continent.


    Below the clouds, the world was so beautiful that Nndpletely forgot about the conversation they just had.


    As if there were no gravity, there were white trees, crystalline and translucent like carved baster, floating in the air everywhere.


    And among these white trees, all less than two meters tall, thin strands of pale gold liquid floated slowly.


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    Near the trickle, there were marvelous, tiny creatures that scurried into hiding upon seeing strangers arrive, waiting until Nnd and hispanion had flown far away before timidly peeking out to stealthily observe their retreating figures.


    Nnd’s gaze moved from the trickle to the white saplings, eventually resting on the ground below.


    A white giant dragon, clearly aged and weary,y curled up quietly on the lush green grass.


    Opening its cloudy and tired eyes, the dragon raised its white, slightly yellowed head and nced at the two neers, as if it could see through the “Veil of Different Worlds”.


    Just when Nnd thought this was the dragon he sought, the old dragon slowly and heavily stood up, shaking the earth with its might, shuffled to the side, and freed the space beneath it, revealing an underground tunnel whose destination was unknown.


    White fog filled the underground tunnel, and a peaceful and tranquil aura wafted from within.


    Nnd looked to the Assassin Angel, hoping to learn the identity of the old dragon from it, which would save him a significant amount of Energy Points.


    However, the Assassin Angel offered no response.


    It watched the tunnel, where white fog spilled out and flew in with Nnd.


    The white fog was clean and cool, making Nnd feel indescribably refreshed and at ease throughout his entire body.


    After about three to five seconds, the white fog in front of him dissipated, and the view suddenly widened, with the sensation of solid ground beneath his feet.


    Nnd steadied himself and looked around. He was now in a vast library filled with towering columns and bookshelvesden with books.


    Looking up at the ceiling, he saw the source of light for the entire space—quiet and serene white light falling from theke-like mist above, illuminating every corner.


    “What ce is this?” Nnd asked while surveying his surroundings.


    “Don’t you recognize it?” said the Assassin Angel.


    “I thought you would remember this ce.”


    “Me? Should I remember this?” Nnd walked instinctively towards a bookshelf to examine it and then jolted.


    He saw the deconstruction results of the “Martyr’s Ten Commandments”!


    Shifting his gaze, he looked to another side.


    “Lieutenant Grett’s Deconstruction Results”


    “Corporal Mars’s Deconstruction Results”


    “Tomb Skeleton Soldier’s Deconstruction Results”


    Nnd’s heart thumped wildly as he continued to sweep his gaze over more and more books, spotting names he knew all too well.


    Synthetic Humans, Magic books, Magic Scrolls, Denise Green, Selena, culture tanks for Artificial Angels, and so on and so forth.


    All the deconstruction results stored in his mind somehow appeared here!


    “What in the world is this ce?” A mixture of awe and trepidation quivered in Nnd’s voice.


    The Assassin Angel paced slowly, observing the books while speaking:


    “During the time of the Supreme Star Pce, there was a rather peculiar angel among the angels. He was known as the Scroll Angel. His sole hobby and job were to record—to record the weather, the naturalws, the shifts of the stars, the changes in the Star Pce’s personnel. The Star God assigned him the duty of a scribe. Merely recording everything was not enough to be considered an angel. His true power is…”


    The Assassin Angel stopped walking and continued saying:


    “Insight. His true power lies in insight.”


    Nnd inhaled sharply, feeling as if his heart would burst from his chest:


    “So the exceptional existence behind me is…”


    “Oh? You admit that these books were obtained using the rumored Deconstruction?” the Assassin Angel asked.


    Nnd was slightly dazed, realizing he had inadvertently let something slip. However, given the current situation, whether he admitted it or not no longer mattered.


    The Assassin Angel said:


    “You haven’t recalled yet, have you?”


    “What should I recall?” Nnd asked, puzzled.


    At that moment, a voice Nnd least expected spoke from behind the bookshelves:


    “Of course, he cannot recall anything. Otherwise, I would have been confined in the Main Brain Controller just like you.”


    A figure emerged, revealing in the soft glow a face Nnd knew all too well—the visage from before he crossed over, and the voice was that of his own from before the crossing.