Constructing-Style Wizard-Chapter 391 - : 139. Thatched Toilet with Lamp_3

Chapter 391: 139. Thatched Toilet with Lamp_3

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Hudson’s excitement successfully stirred up the emotions of the exploration team members.

They clamored to experience the huge difference brought by the barrier between them and the noise, one wall apart.

The novel experience of hearing the noise just by sticking their heads out, and getting rid of the noise just by retracting their heads, was incredibly thrilling, as if they were repeatedly probing the edge of death…

It could be described as playing with fire in a powder keg, to describe their adventurous behavior.

Miss Esme Smith did not stop the actions of the team members.

She took out her notebook and began to seriously record the experimental data, directing the exploration team members to carry out the experiments.

When it came to experimentation at sea, she was as passionate as her team of explorers.

Derek Davis coughed lightly, interrupting Miss Esme Smith’s operation, asking if they should move the ship away from the Eastern Region No.117, where the cargo ship was.

After thinking for a few seconds, Esme Smith gave a negative response.

“There’s no need to worry about the Imperial soldiers aboard the cargo ship catching up, Derek. Those who forcibly move in the Lost Sea Fog, whether people or ships, will be permanently lost and never be able to leave the fog. Besides, we have to wait here for the assistance sent by the Alchemy Cathedral.”

Derek thought about it and simply had his team members help the research team with their experiments at sea.

Noland Lee, avoiding the lively outer corridor, came to the quieter corridor near the stern of the ship.

He squinted at the grey mist in front of him, carefully observing every detail of the fog.

Ripples, fragmentation, floating…

The strange fog constantly changed its posture in the air but never drifted in the direction of the exploration ship.

An invisible force bound the fog in Eastern Region No.117, but Noland Lee never felt any energy fluctuation.

“What kind of extraordinary feature created this fog?”

Noland Lee murmured to himself, and threw the deconstruction technique at the fog.

[System Message:]

[You are about to use the deconstruction technique on “Lost Sea Fog.”]

[Estimated consumption: 10 billion energy points, allowing the degree of deconstruction to reach 100%]

“10 billion…”

Noland Lee’s mouth twitched, dispelling the idea of deconstructing the fog.

Fortunately, deconstructing the lost sea fog would not cause any negative effects, or else he would have to spend 100 billion for harmless deconstruction of it.

Noland Lee rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment.

He cast the “Soul Shield” on himself, imitating the movements of the investigation team members, sticking his head into the fog.

As his face touched the grey fog, he felt a refreshingly chilly sensation, like fine rain splashing on his face.

Noland Lee took a deep breath, feeling no difficulty in breathing; there was air in the mist.

He listened closely again, and even though his vision was blocked, and he couldn’t see peoples” shadows, he could hear the voices of the exploration team members nearby. It seemed that sound could also propagate in the fog without the sound source being displaced.

Noland Lee reached out his right arm into the fog and threw a heavy punch.

As the punch moved, the fog surged violently, but Noland Lee’s mind did not receive the effect of triggering passive deconstruction.

The punch missed.

Noland Lee took a lighter out of his backpack, and clicked it on in the fog.

Noland Lee stared wide-eyed, hoping to see the flames melting the fog.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

Several strands of gray mist passed through the flames unharmed.

Obviously, the flame from the lighter only consumed the air in the fog, without harming the gray mist at all.

Noland Lee shielded the alien space noise with his “Soul Shield” while trying to use various ways to passively deconstruct the fog.

As for passively deconstructing the noise of outer space, Noland Lee dismissed the idea after considering it briefly.

The reason: It was just too unpleasant to the ears.

He was curious about why a dial-up modem sound would appear in the noise of outer space.

But he wouldn’t risk being harmed by the noise just out of curiosity.

If there was really no way to passively deconstruct the fog, it wasn’t too late to risk passively deconstructing the noise of outer space.

Noland Lee tried several methods in succession, but none could harm the fog.

Just as he was about to go and ask Miss Esme for advice, a crisp “crack” sounded in his ears.

It was the sound of the “Soul Shield” being shattered. Noland Lee was all too familiar with it.

The “Soul Shield” was now at level 20 and could withstand 20 soul-level attacks within one minute, also having the “Automatic Cycling” feature.

Shield magic automatically cycled had a maximum number of times per second. Noland Lee’s “Spirit” was 22 points, so the shield magic could be automatically cycled 22 times in one second.

Simply put, only when receiving 441 soul-level attacks within 1 second would his “Soul Shield” be penetrated, and his soul injured.

Now, the starry sky noise he was enduring was clearly not reaching 441 soul attacks per second.

At the same time as the shield was shattered, a new shield was automatically cast, protecting Noland Lee’s soul.

“Crack.”

The new shield shattered as well, lasting less than two seconds.

This meant that, in just two seconds, Noland Lee’s soul had been attacked 20 times.

Noland Lee’s face changed slightly, and he pulled his head back from the fog.

Since the shield blocked the noise of outer space, he didn’t know how intense the noise had been just now.

Noland Lee turned his head to look at the bow, focusing on the crew members of the exploration team sticking their heads into the fog.

Those people maintained a forward-leaning posture, without any signs of convulsions or shaking, as if they hadn’t encountered any soul-level attacks.

Suddenly, Noland Lee felt that something was wrong.

He had relied on the “Soul Shield” to block the noise of outer space; how did the other crew members manage to do the same? Weren’t they tormented by the noise earlier? Why did they seem fine now?

Could it be that the attack he had just suffered was only directed at him?