Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 39: 31. Flowers bloom elsewhere

Translator: 549690339

Killing the Sin Soldier Zombie, appeasing the original master’s soul, and obtaining a small spell that might have unexpected effects, Noland Lee could not help but feel somewhat down.

Because he had no spare filter cartridges left.

The filter cartridge he was currently using would lose its effectiveness in about 10 minutes.

Not much time remained for him.

Noland Lee had no choice but to speed up the modification of the Undead Runes.

However, he soon discovered an even more confusing and troubling issue:

No matter how he modified the runes on the wall, he could not reduce the remaining 1000 building value points of the Stone Tomb.

These remaining 1000 building value points clung to the Stone Tomb as stubbornly as a dog skin plaster, immovable no matter how hard Noland Lee tried or how he struggled.

Unless he could completely remove these 1000 building value points, the Stone Tomb would not collapse due to a zero building value, and Noland Lee would remain trapped in this ghostly place.

His only other option was to take a risk and follow the direction from which the zombies had appeared, delving deeper into the corridors to see if there was another exit deep inside the Stone Tomb.

But honestly…

Considering the “Death Priest” mentioned by the Sin Soldier Zombie, Noland Lee believed that going forward alone was not a safe choice.

If that Death Priest was waiting at the deepest part of the Stone Tomb, wouldn’t he be walking into a trap…?

Noland Lee could only try his best to modify any runes he could see. At last, as the air in his breathing mask became murky, he gradually felt suffocated and dizzy.

The sudden appearance of the stone wall not only blocked the path from here to the entrance of the Stone Tomb, but also became the dividing line between life and death for him.

Noland Lee sat down next to the stone wall, leaning the back of his head against it. His eyes stared blankly at the swirling poisonous fog in front of him.

The filter cartridge was about to fail, and its filtering effect had become very poor.

Smelling the sour and rotten stench, Noland Lee’s consciousness became somewhat blurry.

In his drowsiness, he seemed to hear rustling noises, like footsteps or the movement of a crawling creature.

He tried to muster some energy, squinting towards the depths of the corridor, wondering if another wave of zombies had arrived.

shout, as

“Jarvis … Jarvis …”

hallucination or a whispering

the newcomer know

wall, concentrating on the poisonous fog in front of him, waiting

a Charming

are you still

“Thump thump thump…”

knocking sound

Lee’s gaze

identified the

the sound came from behind the

wall, but could not find any

they must be

the wall a few times in response but dared not to shout out loud for fear of

knock on the wall again,

time Noland Lee heard it clearly, it was

the Death Herald Guild spy into the depths of the tomb? How did

in Noland Lee’s mind, but without stopping his hands, he knocked

must have been him who modified the Undead Runes, allowing us to break out of the

joyful voice came from the

Jarvis, step

quickly retreated, hiding around the

on the wall came through, and Mars and his team chiseled a small hole in the stone wall

of him, to see the approaching Imperial Soldiers, who were members of

Mars handed a filter cartridge to Noland

it;

glanced at the situation in the corridor and his eyes widened as if he saw something

God, you’ve managed to modify so many Undead Runes on your

ground, Corporal Mars

all Walking Dead that you have

Mars looked at Noland Lee with intense disbelief in

classes had the same expression, almost

me one by one. If they had swarmed at me all at once, I would

and, under the scrutiny of everyone,

Chief Officer? Where is Sergeant Hansen? He and I got separated in this stone

suddenly, Jarvis. It stopped you in the corridor and Hansen outside. Hansen wasn’t trapped in the corridor

met his gaze; further away, the Undead Runes modified by Noland

admiration welled up in his