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.”

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 one

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

fallen corpse, noticing the gaping hole in

wound

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

been skewering these fools

blood

silent from then

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

back, the Death Priest will grant

of gravity, retreated steadily,

decisively expended

Sin Soldier

Tomb Walking Dead, Strong Walking Dead,

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

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

endowed it with extraordinary strength, approximately

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

deeply understood that his only ray of hope was triggering the ‘Death Pulse’ from

11 points of Death Energy remained, sufficient to

Undead Runes to activate the Stone Tomb’s ‘Fanatic Command’ technique, then he should

the problem

Runes should be altered so that the Stone Tomb would unleash the ‘Death

the answer, but that didn’t stop

Zombie attacked, the punching wind whistled

his guard, the powerful

the Sin Soldier Zombie’s fist always aimed at Noland Lee’s breathing

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

back from smashing the mouse

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

concern of the Sin Soldier Zombie

afraid of smashing you

Zombie was cursing, his

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

Soldier Zombie was