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.”

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

strutted towards Noland, the Sin Soldier Zombie was

a fallen corpse, noticing

fatal wound piqued its

smug satisfaction flashed in its eyes,

these fools with

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

silent from

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

Die! Hahaha! Once I bring your corpse back, the

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

the opening provided by the Zombie’s constant babbling, Noland decisively expended 4 energy points all at once to thoroughly

blink of an eye, Sin Soldier Zombie’s data

Dead, Strong Walking Dead,

creatures bearing the title “Walking Dead”

an elite variant of the sewn-together Undead, known

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

an iron plate, presumably impenetrable to anything less than an

understood that his only ray of hope was triggering the

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

a Death Herald Guild’s spy could modify the Undead Runes to activate the

problem now

so that the Stone Tomb would unleash the ‘Death Pulse’ on the Sin Soldier

didn’t know the answer, but that didn’t

iron fist of the Sin Soldier Zombie attacked, the punching wind whistled past

the powerful punch would have

aimed at Noland Lee’s breathing mask, but each

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

the Sin Soldier Zombie was holding back from

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

Zombie undoubtedly offers

little brat, stop hiding! If I wasn’t afraid

Sin Soldier Zombie was cursing, his face flashed with impatience

rolling punches stirred up a violent

Soldier Zombie