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

as he strutted towards Noland, the Sin Soldier Zombie was convinced of its impending

a fallen corpse, noticing

fatal wound piqued its

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

skewering these fools

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

grew silent

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

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

lowered his center of gravity, retreated steadily, his focus solely on the

by the Zombie’s constant babbling, Noland decisively

eye, Sin Soldier Zombie’s data panel flashed in Noland’s

Dead, Strong Walking Dead, Armored Walking

creatures bearing the title “Walking Dead” belonged to the sewn-together Undead

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

endowed it with extraordinary strength, approximately three times

by the Undead Runes, its skin was as hard as an iron plate, presumably impenetrable to anything less than

his only ray of hope

11 points of Death Energy remained, sufficient to activate the ‘Death Pulse’

Herald Guild’s spy could modify the Undead Runes to activate the Stone Tomb’s ‘Fanatic Command’

the problem now

so that the Stone Tomb

answer, but that didn’t stop him from

Sin Soldier Zombie attacked, the punching wind whistled past Noland

Noland Lee hadn’t been on his guard, the powerful

the Sin Soldier Zombie’s fist always aimed at Noland Lee’s breathing mask, but each punch controlled

head, but he always

Soldier Zombie was holding back

opponent was afraid he wouldn’t control his force, accidentally damaging the integrity of the

the Sin Soldier Zombie undoubtedly offers Noland more room

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

his

the rolling punches stirred up a violent surge of

Sin Soldier Zombie