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.”

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.

towards Noland, the Sin

a fallen corpse, noticing the gaping

wound piqued its

a smug satisfaction flashed in its eyes, the satisfaction of

you’ve been skewering these

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

silent from

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

corpse back, the Death Priest will grant me even

the face of danger, Noland lowered his center of gravity, retreated steadily, his focus solely on the Sin Soldier Zombie’s

constant babbling, Noland decisively expended 4

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

Dead, Strong Walking

title “Walking Dead”

Soldier Zombie before him was essentially an elite variant of

extraordinary strength, approximately three times the strength of a

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

that his only ray of hope was triggering

data of the Stone Tomb currently showed that 11 points of Death Energy

activate the Stone Tomb’s

the problem now

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

the answer, but that didn’t stop him from

of the Sin Soldier Zombie attacked,

been on his guard, the powerful punch would have been enough to smash his

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

smashing Noland’s head, but he always reduces the force just as

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

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

of the Sin Soldier Zombie undoubtedly offers Noland more room for

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

was cursing, his face

rolling punches stirred up a violent surge of poisonous

Sin Soldier