Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 36: 28. Sin Soldier fears utensils.

Translator: 549690339

“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.”

it surveyed the littered ground, but it was swiftly dominated by its overbearing confidence. “These feeble undead are insignificant. I can crush their skulls in

the Sin Soldier Zombie was convinced of its impending

noticing

fatal wound piqued its

dots with the Rune Staff in Noland’s hands, a smug satisfaction flashed in

you’ve been skewering these fools with

allowing the filthy blood to spray over its body, as if it was

silent from then

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

Once I bring your corpse back, the Death Priest will grant

gravity, retreated steadily, his focus solely on

constant babbling, Noland decisively expended 4 energy points all at

blink of an eye, Sin Soldier Zombie’s data

Walking Dead, Strong Walking Dead, Armored Walking Corpses,

“Walking

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

Undead Runes constructed from the sutures endowed it with extraordinary strength, approximately three times the

was as hard as an iron plate, presumably impenetrable to anything less than an

enemy, Noland deeply understood that his only ray of hope was

data of the Stone Tomb currently showed that 11 points of Death Energy remained,

activate the Stone Tomb’s ‘Fanatic Command’ technique, then he should be capable of doing the

problem

that the Stone

the answer, but that

Sin Soldier Zombie attacked,

Lee hadn’t been on his guard, the powerful punch would have been enough

at Noland Lee’s breathing mask, but each punch controlled the perfect balance

a straight punch, directly smashing Noland’s head, but he always reduces the force just as he is about

holding back from smashing the mouse for fear of

wouldn’t control his force, accidentally damaging the integrity

Zombie undoubtedly offers Noland more room

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

cursing, his face flashed

the rolling punches stirred up a violent surge

Sin Soldier