Constructing-Style Wizard

Translator: 549690339

Early the next morning.

The transition between day and night in the Suffering Borderland is not very obvious.

The sky at sunrise is almost as dark as before dawn, just with clearer clouds in the sky.

Noland Lee pretended to recite translations last night until late night, finally going to sleep amidst Corporal Mars’ yawns.

He dreamed of catching a Charming Demon, one of those from the Japanese series.

He accumulated a lot of Energy Points, and used them all to deconstruct the Charming Demon.

Just as he was about to get the mysterious elixirs from the demon, the loud whistles in the camp shattered his beautiful dream.

Noland Lee could only get up bitterly, put on his clothes, and eat hard noodles for breakfast with his panda eyes.

Corporal Mars lifted the curtain and walked in, placing a set of relatively clean clothes on Noland Lee’s bedside table:

“After breakfast, hurry up and put on this armored clothing. It provides some necessary protection and is much more reliable than your Sin Soldier uniform. Be quick, we’re leaving soon.”

“Yes, Chief Officer.” Noland Lee asked:

“Where are we going?”

Corporal Mars moved to sit next to a chair, pulled out a roll of cigarette and sniffed it, but did not light it:

“We’re going to war against the undead army. The battlefield is Grave No.1079. Oh, I’ve been there twice before, a full three-layer underground grave vault, each level with a huge area. This battle is definitely going to last all day.”

Noland Lee nodded silently, glanced at the roll of cigarettes in the other’s hand, and then lowered his head to gnaw on the bread.

What was bound to come would come, just unexpectedly soon. Ah yes, the pun was intended.

“Jarvis, let me remind you.”

Corporal Mars leaned forward and said solemnly:

“In our army, only Sergeant Alvin Stafford and I know about Intelligence Department 4’s experimental plan. Only we know your identity”

tall and slightly plump 19-year-old girl, she also knows my identity and mission… Noland

not know Noland’s thoughts

to act with my squad. My teammates don’t know about your special mission, they’ll just

be…well, rude and not take you seriously. Just don’t take it to heart. Once you complete your mission, you’ll naturally gain their

you, Chief Officer.”

changing clothes and preparing

members, five Private Second Class soldiers and

as Corporal Mars said, the squad members didn’t treat

couldn’t help but take a few looks at Noland Lee, attracted by his handsome face

universally

should be the most useful thing

…

No.1079 is located about two kilometers

a majestic and

composed of a stone arch made of square stone bricks, supplemented by a large number of

entering this gloomy place, the light immediately darkened several

by an invisible barrier, unable to illuminate

flattened by the mysterious force at the same time, reducing its brightness from illuminating a ten-meter radius to only

the field of mysterious studies, he would certainly be able to express some

unfortunately, he is

like a rookie,

weapons and equipment were

serrated edges, multi-purpose engineering hammers, armored clothing to prevent sharp and blunt weapons, filter cartridge masks to block

these things

the caterpillar-like creature that had to be swallowed all

a caterpillar, with slender tentacles covering

completely, one could feel the stomach’s contractions

a

five, with five rows of green bumps emerging on

It’s worth mentioning:

but there were also three other sin soldiers. These three looked unfamiliar to Noland, and he wasn’t sure if they had come on the same train as he did

…

deep into the

there were no traces of the

a vast hall, Sergeant Alvin Stafford led

reliefs on the walls of the hall, forming

reliefs were destroyed by soldiers who had arrived here in the past, covered in scratches, chisel marks, and burn marks, making it difficult to see