Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 52: 44. Noland Lee’s plan

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Third Underground Level.

The Imperial Army cleared out the area near the staircase and hastily set up a sturdy defense line using the grey worm barrier.

The barrier of grey worm obstacles halted the advance of the Undead Army.

Water-cooled light machine guns were set up inside the barrier, firing through windows and using a torrent of bullets to fend off the undead.

Bee Syrup Bombs were launched through fixed bomb launchers, accurately targeting and killing distant Big Skeletons.

The Sticky Flame Thrower spewed red flames, burning piles of Walking Dead to ashes.

Lieutenant Grett, transformed into a Biochemical Giant, was simply a terrifying human war machine.

Having fought continuously for nearly half an hour, his attacks remained sharp without any stagnation.

He moved from the left side of the hall on the Third Underground Level to the right side with a swoosh, and then smoothly back to the left again, like a giant metal plough rolling back and forth, crushing the Undead Army.

This grand combat scene was captured in the eves of the wounded soldiers. transforming into flickering light and shadows on their irises.

Noland Lee half laid on the floor, leaning against the wall, and let out a slow breath.

Next to him, Sergeant Mars was holding his arm, grimacing and gasping:

“Ugh… I almost lost my life to that Metal Skeleton. Luckily, I always carry a strong combat stimulant with me, otherwise, I really would have died in this ghostly place…”

Noland glanced at the bandage on the arm of Mars and shook his head slightly.

Mars singlehandedly dealt with the Metal Skeleton and the Self-Destructing Skeletons, skulking around the edge of the battlefield for more than ten minutes before taking a stimulant and returning to the front line.

He probably fell in love with army life due to the sensation and excitement of being caught between life and death…

Sergeant Mike Adams, sitting paralyzed on the ground, complained:

“Chief Officer, please don’t leave us alone next time. If only you were with us, Sergeant Piggs wouldn’t dare to bully us…”

The expression of Sergeant Mars darkened, as he slammed the wall and his eyes welled up with tears:

nutrient solution… Koben could’ve given me away, but he didn’t… He never mentioned me… How could I face

Mike Adams opened his mouth to say something comforting, but due to his simple mind, he couldn’t find the right words and

his gaze, shook his head, and

use

let Sergeant Mars digest

and adaptable, but he lacked experience and seemed a

first responsibility was as

quiet, with

break, Noland quickly reviewed his memories relating to

he was

a

much to

by Pim, and his hostility and gaze were identical to Pim’s. Regardless of whether it was

that his subordinate had unexpectedly perished and lost his amulet, what would he

Two points:

the exact whereabouts of the

Noland knew the

development of the incident was rather

to interrogate him privately at some

Death Herald Guild. I must be prepared and find a way to suppress that son of a bitch Pim. Otherwise,

secretly,

looked up at the tall Spirit Pivot in the

Spirit Pivot, a translucent black curtain of light was the Magic Protective

the Spirit Pivot from top to bottom, even covering the altar on

numerous, densely-arranged Undead Runes, as small as tadpoles, on the

Runes were the key to maintaining the

is what Noland

“That’s right, Chief Officer.”

Corporal Mars, who was wallowing

you know when we will start decrypting the Magic Protective Cover? So that I

away his tears, lifting his bandage-bound arm and pointed to the

assassin undergoing the Undead Transformation Ritual. I estimate, probably in about 20 minutes or so, the ritual will be

assassin, or kill him, before we

Mars paused for a

on to cracking the Magic Protective Cover. There must be at least a I-hour time difference.” Noland

Undead Runes, right? At that time, will the Imperial Army return to the first underground level to

been distracted from his regrets about Koben by Noland