Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 40: 32. The Secret of Spirit Pivot

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Noland Lee walked out of the stone tomb gate and saw the continuous gunfire in the battlefield, realizing that tomb level two had already turned into chaos.

At first, within the vast underground space of tomb level two, there was only one towering building – the Soul-binding Stone Tomb.

But now, a giant stone coffin made of bones and bricks had broken through the floor of the tomb level two and risen up, standing tall in the grand hall of tomb level two.

Countless walking dead and skeleton warriors were pouring out of the vertical coffin entrance, stumbling towards the position of the Imperial Soldier.

All sorts of weapons and equipment were pushed to the frontline by the Imperial soldiers.

Water-cooled machine guns that made a tearing sound when fired, fragmentation grenade launchers with a loud bang, flamethrowers that sprayed long tongues of fire, and so on – every lethal weapon Noland Lee could think of was here.

Gunfire and explosions echoed in the grand and empty space of the tomb level two, making Noland Lee’s ears ache and his head swell.

No wonder there was a saying about new recruits being scared out of their wits in their first battle. The continuous roaring in this scene would be unbearable for any new recruit without noise-cancelling headphones.

Being exposed to such a large-scale battle for the first time, Noland Lee could only grit his teeth and lower his head, keeping close to Corporal Mars as they moved forward.

Their location was either in the northeast corner or the southwest corner of tomb level two. Noland Lee was not sure which corner it was, as he hadn’t been to the ground level for quite a while and couldn’t figure it out.

The key point was that there was a nest of undead nearby.

A large group of walking dead, emanating a putrid stench, surrounded them like a horde of single men who hadn’t seen a young lady for a long time, upon seeing the living Imperial soldiers.

The walking dead moved at a slow pace, but when they gathered in the pitch-black mass, they were incredibly oppressive.

Corporal Mars calmly led his squad, weaving in and out of the gaps in the encircling line of the walking dead.

The group ran and shot their way around the battlefield, barely escaping the vast undead army before the encircling line closed in.

Halfway through, Noland Lee tried to fire two shots with the roaring noise by his ears, experiencing the shooting thrill that he hadn’t felt before crossing into this world.

to the camp on tomb level one, Noland Lee’s hearing gradually

this point, the Imperial Army had

in the stairway between the first and

boxes slid down the track, supplying the

they had skin injuries or broken arms and legs, were placed on the track by medical soldiers and sent back to tomb level one, where they were treated with injections of special elixirs and hooked up to IV drips by the medical soldiers

severed limbs were restored. The soldiers then boarded the small rail cars again and

of being injured, the battle

due to

on the spot, the Empire’s medical system would always find a way

know the ingredients of the special elixir, but its side effects were

of Mars Squad, except for Noland Lee, had

Noland Lee knew that this was a manifestation

have known how terrible its side effects were.

because of

for the

factor that

so much of their life

a secret about this

rest in the camp

the rail cars, Noland Lee

the special medicine you take seems to cause a lot

at each other and smiled,

of your outstanding performance and the possibility of being promoted to a private, I can tell you some

his voice and pointed to

of us is shaped by the empire’s money and resources. A bullet costs 3 dollars. A biochemical bomb, 300 dollars. A water-cooled machine gun, 2000 dollars. A rapid skin wound repair

a

of Tomb No.1079 alone requires so many human and material resources. There are over a thousand tombs like this in the Suffering Borderland. How much tax do you think the

thought, Corporal Mars’s words hit the nail on

is not heavy, with an average corporate tax rate of 13% and an average

answer

narrowed his eyes

as just clearing them… There are sources of profit I don’t know about, right?” Mars patted Noland on the shoulder

right. I was supposed to tell you the answer after clearing Tomb No.1079. But after thinking about it carefully, it’s not a problem to