Chapter 1416: Race against time

“How did it go? Was the ceremony successful?”

In the spacious and bright hidden chamber, the Assassin Angel stood at the perimeter of the three-dimensional magic array, asking Noland Lee whose eyes had just opened within the array.

Noland Lee shook his head slightly, dispersing the slight dizziness in his mind from presiding over the ceremony.

After two seconds, he turned into an invisible breeze and flew out from the array, speaking to the three figures waiting outside:

“With Lady Senati’s help to reduce the communication delay between the Inner Cosmos and Outer Space, this time’s ceremony was very successful. In the state of zero delay, I was able to contact the Cucumber Slice located 30 kilometers underground on Alchemist Island after just one attempt. Regarding what I saw in the Illusion Space, this is what he told me…”

Noland Lee began to relay Cucumber Slice’s words.

The three figures in front of him listened quietly.

The figure on the left was the Assassin Angel’s Division, shrouded in purple mist, its true face obscured.

The milky-white figure in the middle was a Soul Construct sculpted by ‘Command,’ carrying the will of ‘Command.’

The figure on the right was orange-yellow in color, looking somewhat like a jelly person filled with orange sparkling dots, its surface smooth and its interior luminous. Likewise, this figure’s true face was unclear, even though it wasn’t shrouded in purple mist like the Assassin Angel.

This was a division of Senati.

Without Senati’s assistance in lowering the communication delay between the inner and outer starry sky, Noland Lee simply could not overcome the 5-minute delay, stuck waiting for the 1 minute of rebirth after Cucumber Slice’s death, to establish contact with this poor fellow forced into labor by the Metal Ancestor Dragon.

“That’s the situation. The illusion that appeared in that Illusion Space is quite similar to the illusion cast by the brain stem in the Angels’ Voice Space, both narrating the process of ‘Dillan Paradise’ hiding within the Sacred Fire to combat the collapse of the universe,” said Noland Lee:

“I explained to Cucumber Slice that this was an anomaly of the intelligence brain washing humans with its own world view. This explanation may have some loopholes, but it should be able to stabilize Cucumber Slice and his group for the time being.”

Noland Lee calculated the time in his heart:

“Based on Cucumber Slice’s recent death experience, his next demise should occur within the next 3 minutes.”

The ceremony that had just taken place had used the body that Cucumber Slice left on the “reality” planetosphere as a medium, with the ritual’s target focused on Cucumber Slice’s soul.

If they truly wanted to act, they could only do so on the level of Cucumber Slice’s soul.

The Assassin Angel’s Division remained silent, seemingly communicating with its main body.

After a few seconds, it spoke:

“In at most half an hour, my preparations will be complete, and we can move against the server clusters of the Metal Creation Group Headquarters.”

“Half an hour…” Noland Lee thought for a moment and then said,

“Half an hour is enough for Cucumber Slice, Winter Melon, and Kelp to die ten times over. Their souls will weaken because of this, and the success rate of the soul communication ceremonies will inevitably become lower.”

‘Command’ spoke through the milky-white Soul Construct:

“We can use the ceremony to replenish their Soul Energy, but doing so might alert the Metal Ancestor Dragon who is closely monitoring the situation. Even if the Metal Ancestor Dragon doesn’t care much about the growth of souls, the fluctuations in Soul Strength of the three would likely not escape the eyes of the Death Steel Legion. That group of Metal Skeletons has profound research on souls and is definitely an expert in this field.”

“In that case, using the ceremony to replenish Soul Energy for Cucumber Slice and the others carries not an insignificant risk…” Noland Lee fell into thought.

Senati’s division did not join the discussion.

In fact, after her Strength had greatly diminished, this Time and Evolution Angel who could predict the near future had to concentrate her remaining power on controlling the barrier of the Inner Cosmos, hardly able to spare extra power to assist.

In the words of the Assassin Angel, Senati was like an anesthesiologist, and it was best for her to remain silent.

Once she started to speak, it would surely be bad news.

It was either the barrier of the Inner Cosmos being breached again or her accelerating loss of control over the barrier of the Inner Cosmos.

In short, a quiet Senati was a reassuring Time and Evolution Angel.

It’s worth mentioning that Senati personally experienced the earth-shattering war between the Star God and the gods.

She had sealed this history inside the ‘Echo Chip.’

This ‘Echo Chip’ was one of the rewards Noland Lee and the Assassin Angel received for assisting ‘Command’ in eliminating the spies of the Dark Divine Cult.

Just before initiating the recent ceremony, Noland Lee had just finished viewing the contents in the ‘Echo Chip,’ gaining a new understanding of the divine battles.

To summarize in one sentence:

Did not understand, really did not understand.

When Noland Lee’s consciousness submerged into the ‘Echo Chip,’ he saw nothing but constantly shifting lines and flickering lights, accompanied by a buzzing noise in his ears.

No Star God, no Extraterrestrial Eternity, Noland Lee didn’t even glimpse a shadow, completely baffled.

The Assassin Angel, however, seemed engrossed, even discussing for a moment with Senati and ‘Command.’

The fact that Noland Lee couldn’t grasp the specific scenes within the ‘Echo Chip’ wasn’t surprising to the three extraordinary beings; when his life level was high enough in the future, he would naturally be able to glimpse the true nature of that great war.

Time passed as they discussed.

At the precise moment, Noland Lee returned to the ritual array and reestablished contact with Cucumber Slice in the Inner Cosmos.

Elsewhere, on United Bureau’s Space Navy Space Station designated B-76, the body of the Assassin Angel took matters into its own hands.