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 if

“Jarvis … Jarvis …”

it an auditory hallucination or a whispering

newcomer know

wall, concentrating on the poisonous fog in front

zombie or a Charming Demon, he

are

“Thump thump thump…”

the knocking sound

Lee’s gaze trembled

finally identified the source of

the sound came from

could not

the other side of the wall, they must be shouting with all their strength to barely carry their voice through

his fist and knocked on the wall a few times in response but dared not

Is that you? If it is, knock on the

it clearly,

depths of the tomb? How did he end up on the other

hands, he knocked out the three short and one

it! He’s still alive! It must have been him who modified the Undead Runes, allowing us to

from the other side of the

explosives! … Jarvis, Jarvis, step away from the

quickly retreated, hiding around the

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

waved his arms to dismiss the debris and dust in front of him, to see the approaching

a filter cartridge

and change it;

the situation in the corridor and his eyes widened as if he

you’ve managed to modify so many Undead Runes

the corpses on the ground, Corporal

Dead that you

Mars looked at Noland

and private second classes had the same expression, almost wanting to surround Noland

Officer. They came at me one by one. If they

Lee changed his filter cartridge and, under the

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

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

walked forward, and the sight of many dead Walking Corpses met his gaze; further away,

of admiration welled