Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 36: 28. Sin Soldier fears utensils.

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“Ah- This new body is so strong- I am very satisfied.”

The Sin Soldier Zombie raised its arm, bending the limb and flexing its muscles.

The sense of intoxication was clear on its grey, dead face.

“Such hefty muscles, such perfect outlines. I feel full of power, like I’ll never tire… This damn feeling is fascinating… If I knew necromancy was so powerful,

I would have joined the Death Herald Guild, instead of becoming a bandit.”

Watching the Sin Soldier Zombie obsessing over muscular strength, Noland

Lee tightened his lips, his grip on the Rune Staff in his hands slightly harder.

The Zombie didn’t seem to consider him a threat, completely lost in admiring its new body.

Noland saw enormous self-confidence in these actions.

He found himself pondering intensely on how to fight this battle, unable to launch a preemptive strike in a conflict where the opponent clearly his surpass in strength.

His gaze swept over the Undead Runes on the wall, a cunning glint of an idea apparent in his eyes which was overlooked by others…

“Enough, worm. Embrace your death.”

The Sin Soldier Zombie, in spite of its sewn-together face, sneered frostily as it clenched its fists and twisted its neck:

“You should feel lucky that the Death Priest gave me orders to drag your intact corpse back. Otherwise.. Hehehe… I would have pounded you to mush.”

The Zombie marched towards Noland with heavy steps, its daunting figure was akin to a ghastly miniature mountain.

It squashed another walking corpse along the way, its foot splattering filthy undead blood.

“It appears, you’re capable… Getting rid of so many undead.”

surprise flickered across the Sin Soldier Zombie’s eyes as it surveyed the littered ground, but it was swiftly dominated by its overbearing confidence. “These feeble undead are insignificant. I can crush their

as he strutted towards Noland, the Sin Soldier Zombie was

fallen corpse, noticing

wound

smug satisfaction flashed

so you’ve been skewering these fools with your rune

in its hand effortlessly, allowing the filthy blood to spray over its body, as if it

grew silent

Noland, its heavily-built body, big enough to block the corridor, charged at Noland like

corpse back, the Death Priest will grant

Noland lowered his center of gravity, retreated steadily, his focus solely

opening provided by the Zombie’s constant babbling, Noland decisively expended 4

Sin Soldier Zombie’s data panel flashed in

Tomb Walking Dead, Strong Walking Dead, Armored Walking Corpses,

“Walking Dead” belonged

was essentially an elite variant of the sewn-together Undead, known as a Tomb

with extraordinary strength, approximately three times the strength of

the Undead Runes, its skin was as hard as an iron plate, presumably impenetrable to anything less than an Imperial Soldier’s

such an enemy, Noland deeply understood that his only ray of hope was triggering the ‘Death Pulse’ from the

showed that 11 points of Death Energy remained, sufficient

the Undead Runes to activate the Stone Tomb’s ‘Fanatic

the problem

that the Stone Tomb would

but that

Zombie attacked,

his guard, the powerful punch would have been

Noland Lee’s breathing mask, but each

a swing punch followed by a straight punch, directly smashing Noland’s head, but he always reduces the

that the Sin Soldier Zombie was holding back from smashing

wouldn’t control his force, accidentally damaging the integrity of the corpse, and delaying the Death

the Sin Soldier Zombie undoubtedly offers

you little brat, stop hiding! If I wasn’t afraid of smashing you to pieces, I wouldn’t let you

Soldier Zombie was cursing, his face flashed with

force in his hands gradually increased, the rolling punches stirred up a violent surge

Sin Soldier Zombie was