Constructing-Style Wizard
Chapter 314 - 314: 124. Sightseeing tourism? _6

Chapter 314: 124. Sightseeing tourism? _6

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The cold Death Energy flowed from the magic robe into Noland Lee’s arm, traveling along his arm into the level 10 Death Threaded Wand, transforming into two “Death Fingers” shooting out from the wand’s tip.

“Crackle!” “Crackle!”

Two Black Lightning bolts almost at the same time fell upon the two Illusion Servants.

“Puff, puff.”

The two Illusion Servants were unable to resist the Spell Lightning filled with Death Energy, exploding on the spot like inflating balloons.

[System Message: ]

[You have successfully killed “Samuelson’s Illusion Servants” x2.]

[Based on your “Vitality” and “Tenacity” attributes, the Death Energy you channeled while casting did not cause any negative effects on you.]

The magic car’s steering wheel and lift control lever were affected by the explosion’s shockwave.

The car nose turned downward, heading towards the ground.

Noland Lee didn’t have the time to check the system message. He lunged towards the driver’s seat, his left hand gripping the steering wheel to adjust the car’s direction, while his right hand forcefully pulled the lever to adjust the flight posture.

Finally, the magic car entered a state of horizontal flight. “Whew, that was intense! We almost crashed.”

Noland Lee moved from the back seat to the driver’s seat.

He parked the car back on the rooftop of the abandoned building, then shook the unconscious Philia awake.

“Ah,” Philia opened her eyes in terror, her face pale, her pupils quivering.

As soon as she regained consciousness, she immediately summoned her Alchemy Weaponry to transform into a Meow Meow Person, and at the same time pulled out her magic wand to point at Noland Lee.

It seemed that she regarded the real Noland Lee as the enemy who had attacked her.

“Stop! Philia, it’s me! It was the Illusion Servants that made you faint! Stop!” Noland Lee shouted, raising both hands.

“Illusion…Servants…” Philia’s body trembled for a moment, and she hurriedly stopped the Frost Magic that was about to be launched from the tip of her wand.

‘Yes, it was the Illusion Servants’ doing. Look at the driver’s seat and the back

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Servants.”

Philia’s body stiffened, and she slowly relaxed.

She covered her chest, gasping for a few breaths, and her gaze swept across the inside of the car as the full moon undulated. Her face became a little more flushed and no longer as panicked as before.

Philia frowned and carefully observed Noland Lee in front of her, as though she still couldn’t determine if he was the real Noland Lee.

Noland Lee decided to cast “Breath of the Dead” to turn himself into a skeleton, allowing her to touch his bony palm.

“Mental Illusions” couldn’t change the feel of objects themselves, let alone imitate the effects of Death-type magic.

Thus, the Noland Lee in front of her was the real Noland Lee.

Philia was reassured, put away her magic wand, and deactivated her Alchemy Weaponry.

She rubbed her stiff face and said apologetically:

“I’m sorry, Ray Lee, I almost took you for an enemy.”

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you; it’s normal. If you have to blame someone, blame the wizard who controls these Illusion Servants.”

Noland Lee saw that Philia had no more hostility and secretly sighed with relief. Mental Magic is treacherous and changeable, most likely to leave people with post-traumatic stress disorder. Fortunately, Philia regained her rational thinking in time.

Philia took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the beads of sweat on her cheeks and hair, saying:

“That was close. It’s a good thing you took care of those two Illusion Servants, otherwise we’d be in trouble.”

Noland Lee deactivated “Breath of the Dead” and turned back into a human form:

“To be honest, I didn’t expect to encounter Illusion Servants here either. Samuelson must be behind this. There can’t be another wizard criminal skilled in Mental Magic here in the Fission Wilderness.”

“Yes, you’re right. It must be Samuelson’s doing.” Philia snorted indignantly, then asked with a puzzled expression:

“Did Samuelson take the Bone-mending Wand? Otherwise, why would he send Illusion Servants to guard this place?”

Noland Lee shook his head slightly:

“I’m not sure about the specifics. There’s a huge underground cavern beneath this abandoned building. The tunnels are complex and diverse, with many forks and sharp turns, and the ground is covered in dried Mucus Carpet. I went back and forth underground and never saw any trace of the Aberrations.” Noland Lee paused before asking:

“What do you think we should do now? Explore the underground together? Or go back and report to your mentor?”

“Let me think…” Philia fell into deep thought, her expression distressed, as she twirled her hair around her fingertips.

“First, let’s move the car to another location. This abandoned building is not safe. Maybe new magic servants will appear soon.”

Noland Lee started the magic car and drove away from the abandoned building.

The magic car stopped securely under a heavily wind-eroded boulder.

Noland Lee cleaned up the sparkling powder left by the Illusion Servants’ explosion inside the car, while Philia, with a worried frown, hugged her arms and pondered.

Philia still couldn’t reach a conclusion even when Noland Lee finished cleaning the powder from the car.

Noland Lee wasn’t in a hurry either. It was better to think carefully before acting than to act blindly.

He leaned back in the driver’s seat, his gaze piercing through the front windshield to the moon in the sky.

That circle of silver belt-like halo was so eye-catching.

Noland Lee would often stare at the shattered moon and the halo made up of countless dust and debris in the late nights.

Now was no exception.

There was an even clearer view of the starry sky in the unlit wilderness, and Noland Lee couldn’t help but be fascinated.

Two grayish -black shadows swept across the sky’s edge, seemingly night-flying birds..