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 …”

auditory hallucination or a whispering

the newcomer know

the wall, concentrating on the

was a zombie or a Charming Demon, he would

Jarvis… are you still

“Thump thump thump…”

sound coming

gaze

finally identified the source of

came from

could not find

must be shouting

his fist and knocked on the wall a few times in response but dared not to shout out loud for fear of alerting any enemies that may

that you? If it is, knock on the wall again, three short

Lee heard it clearly, it was Sergeant

the Death Herald Guild spy into the depths of the tomb? How did he end up on the other side

stopping his hands, he knocked out the three short and one long signal

ha! I knew it! He’s still alive! It must have been him who

came from the other

step away from

quickly retreated, hiding

sound of hammering on the wall came through, and Mars and his team chiseled a small hole in the stone wall to insert the explosive. Then came a booming explosion and a fierce

of him,

handed a filter cartridge

and change it;

the situation in the corridor and his eyes

so

corpses on the ground, Corporal Mars

Dead that you have

Corporal Mars looked at Noland

same expression, almost wanting to surround Noland Lee

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

Lee changed his filter cartridge and, under the scrutiny of

outside, Chief Officer? Where is Sergeant Hansen? He and

Hansen outside. Hansen wasn’t trapped in the corridor like you were. He’s fighting

dead Walking Corpses met his gaze; further away, the Undead

of admiration welled up in his