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.”

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

Noland, the Sin Soldier Zombie was convinced of its impending

corpse, noticing the gaping hole in

wound piqued

in Noland’s hands, a smug satisfaction flashed in its

you’ve been skewering these

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

silent from then

laughs aimed at Noland, its heavily-built body, big

your corpse back, the Death Priest will grant me even more

lowered his center of gravity, retreated

babbling, Noland decisively expended 4 energy points

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

Walking Dead, Strong Walking Dead, Armored

bearing the title “Walking Dead” belonged

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

endowed it with extraordinary strength, approximately three times the strength of a regular adult

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

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

points of

Undead Runes to activate the

problem

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

answer, but

Sin Soldier Zombie attacked, the

guard, the powerful punch would have been enough to smash

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

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

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

damaging the integrity of the corpse, and delaying the

Zombie undoubtedly offers Noland more room for

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

was cursing, his face flashed with

rolling punches stirred up a

Sin Soldier Zombie was