Constructing-Style Wizard

Translator: 549690339

Who would be heartless enough to rob an Imperial Man of his chance to continue fighting?

Even if this man is a Sin Soldier, as long as he proves himself, he is worthy of respect.

The soldiers no longer discuss leaving the Sin Soldier behind.

Noland Lee’s actions have ignited their desire to fight and their competitive spirit.

They want to prove their worth through their actions, proving that they are better than any Sin Soldier.

The intense cries of battle grow louder, covering up the sound of footsteps in the Skeleton Ocean, echoing in the icy, lonely Tomb Stairway, composing a dramatic opera of life and death without an audience.

Time flows away, second by second, just like blood seeps from Noland Lee’s body, drop by drop.

Noland Lee feels his body growing cold, his will fading, and he longs to gulp down water—this is a delusion caused by severe blood loss, signifying that death is nearing.

His blood drips and flows, staining each stepstone red, laying out his path to death.

Is he about to die?

A bitter smile forms on Noland Lee’s face, hidden beneath the breathing mask.

Damn it, what bad luck to start a traversal like this…

The Deconstruction Core System, this thing is definitely not suitable for a battle.

research, cracking,

indeed gives off the vibe of a man “regretting his choice of occupation all

the verge of unconsciousness, only being able to

as he feels his life about to slip away, a loud whistle comes from above, from the Stairway Entrance where

back, and his heart lightens. He realized that he has unknowingly

“Whistle~~”

Stairway Entrance who blew the whistle yells down to the

Bombs ready! You must quickly exit the stairway; we

last of his strength, running up with the soldiers in the squad. Under the cover of a barrage, he

Finally… saved…

Lee’s body slumps, and he falls to the ground, devoid of

the same fate, with only Corporal

beehives, fly over their heads and drop

fuses of the bombs rapidly ignite, and bright sparks

Smoke billows out, and countless black dots fly out from the exploding bombs, rushing

Bee Syrups altered by the Empire, Noland Lee can smell a

Skeleton Warriors, it bursts into another explosion that splatters a

Warriors touch the black sludge, they

of Skeleton Warriors that had made the reconnaissance squad

the Skeleton Warriors melt away, and the last bit of his desire

and he falls backward onto

die from excessive blood loss, two Medical Soldiers dressed in White Military Uniforms lift him off the ground

tube roughly the thickness of a finger is inserted into his throat through his mouth, stopping at the

inflatable sac in their hands,

squirms through the tube, flowing down into Noland Lee’s

stimulates Noland Lee, and he unknowingly swallows the liquid,

forming on