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.”

fleeting 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 skulls in

Noland, the Sin Soldier Zombie was convinced of its impending

picked up a fallen corpse, noticing the gaping hole in its

wound piqued

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

been skewering these fools with

filthy blood to spray over its body, as if it was basking in

grew silent from

at Noland, its heavily-built body, big enough

back, the Death Priest

in the face of danger, Noland lowered his center of gravity, retreated

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

of an eye, Sin Soldier

Walking Dead, Strong Walking Dead, Armored Walking Corpses,

the title “Walking Dead” belonged to

elite variant of the sewn-together Undead, known as a Tomb Skeleton

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

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

such an enemy, Noland deeply understood that his only ray of

points of Death Energy remained,

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

the problem now

the Stone

answer, but that didn’t stop him from

attacked, the punching wind

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

after another, the Sin Soldier Zombie’s fist always aimed at Noland Lee’s

Noland’s head,

that the Sin Soldier Zombie was holding back from smashing the mouse for fear of

control his force, accidentally damaging the integrity of the corpse, and delaying

Zombie undoubtedly offers

afraid of smashing you to pieces, I wouldn’t let

Sin Soldier Zombie was cursing, his face flashed with impatience

the rolling punches stirred up a

Soldier